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I love your stuff dude! I’m a small gay guy and a beginner bodybuilder. Do you think you can help me out? I want to become a super huge bodybuilder himbo roid beast.

Nothing like a good run to end the day.

Whew!

Jogging's my favorite exercise to do in this body because the sensation of my tits bouncing around as I run is second to none.

Yes, I'm here to train you. Oh don't worry about my cock. It's gonna be like that for a while. Hard and drippy. It's gonna probably start seeping through these pants pretty soon. Oh yeah the locker room pretty much always smells this thick. I know you saw all those hot hunks of meat out there, working out and flexing. I know some of them jerk off or hump the benches it gets them so pent up and horny. Probably even more now that I'm in here, stinking up the place with my own musk, sweat just dripping off me.

Yeah I've trained all of them myself. Isn't that why you're here? Don't think I haven't seen you come in here and look at everyone, a little bit jealous by how good they all look.

Oh don't worry, I'm not mad. I'm just excited I get a new person to train.

What you're experiencing is totally normal.

The horniness I mean. What you're smelling is pure testosterone and I don't think your body knows what to do with itself, so your cock is just hard and slipping out of the waistband of your underwear. Extra testosterone means more sweat and I can see your shorts and T-shirt darkening with all the musky sweat you're now producing. You're absently touching your cock right now. I wonder what's going on in that head of yours.

I know for a fact that some of your brain cells are dissolving and landing in your balls, so you're literally starting to leak your brains out through the head of your cock. See the last guy I trained had a 1:1 session so he got to keep most of his smarts. But you're here during business hours and there's already a lot of workout stink. Add my own to the mix...and ... Well your brain is definitely not built for sexual pleasure like this. It's probably going to be pudding by the end of this.

Your skin is so sensitive now. You can feel every bead of sweat leak from your pores and slide down it. You open your mouth and a guttural moan leaves your throat.

Now that you're horny beyond belief - yes you're breathing normally, I mean panting like you've just ran a mile or two, but you'll be fine - let's start the training session shall we? Now you already look like you hit the gym pretty regularly. I see some definition on you already - tight pecs and abs, some strong, defined biceps - but you want to be big.

We'll start with me dropping my shorts you can see all of my cock. Smell all of it. It smells big and it is big. It's thick and hairy and dripping like a broken faucet. You're like, what, 6 feet away from me. But your knees buckle as your cock gushes pre and you fall to the ground, literally on your hands and knees crawling to me. That kind of erotic assault no one can handle. So you crawl over to me with your tongue hanging out of your mouth.

The first exercise is your throat.

And this is simple because we need to get my cum in your stomach. The good thing about my coffee shop is that the coffee dilutes the potency of my cum. But you're not gonna get it diluted. You're getting it straight from the source. Straight from those swinging nuts right by your face.

With each bob your throat thickens and widens, to take more of me, all of me, right down to the base, your nose brushing up against my thick pubes.

Fuck I don't know if I'm really pent up or you're just that good but I'm cumming already. It's gonna be a lot and I don't want you to lose any, so I'm just gonna press your face right up to my pubes so you can drink all of it. About - uhhh - three shots of cum in, your body is starting to stretch taller. You're gonna need the extra space in a while. Your spine stretches and pops, and you grab onto my bubble butt for support as you spread your legs wider to make room for your bloating balls. They're two balloons strapped to a garden hose on full blast. Huge and sagging, the skin taut and sensitive. I look down and your eyes have rolled into the back of your head. You're screaming in pleasure as your thighs explode with muscle. I mean they're like two tires suddenly filled with air. Your shorts don't stand a chance as they rip open, breaking apart without even putting up a fight to keep them contained. They're huge, squeezing those nuts of yours on either side, and it's like squeezing those same balloons because your cock jets out a steady, unyielding stream of pre.

Being edged like this is driving you wild, but you're gonna have to store all that cum and sexual energy. Your calves are massive and impenetrable. So hard, with no give to them. Part of that intense sweat coming off your body is whatever excess fat you have is simply melting away, leaving nothing but pure shredded muscle on your legs, the strong but soft muscles on your torso sinking in as the fat leaves and leaks out of you. Plus, most of your body hair is leaving as well, falling on the floor around you. All you've got left is a dense coating on your newly massive thighs. Sure your ass is growing bigger but it's mostly solid muscle with not much of a jiggle. Still, the sensation of all those muscles growing - oh by the way, we've hit five shots of cum - makes you pop off my cock and writhe on the floor, falling on that newly large bubble butt that rips through the back of your shorts, the hair around your ass falling away.

Your hips grow and snap outwards, shredding the waistband. Those shorts are gone and those poor briefs must be begging for mercy, what with those beefy thighs, those melon balls pressing against the fabric, and your thickening cock just drooling pre all over the floor.

I'm impressed that your socks are holding on as your feet stretch upwards and expand. Huge, sinewy, thick feet. Must be stretchy and pretty sweat absorbent as they don't really smell all that strong. You actually cum a little this time but it's really a teaser, the few drops of cum that burp out. Your actual orgasm is going to be explosive. That's just enough to take the edge off and signal that one part of your body is officially done.

You throw your arm up above your head. That dense hair is wet and smelly. I love how strong and intense people's musk becomes. You're not really worrying about much of anything anymore, so I'll just stand over you and watch you run your widening, strengthening hands over those thickening abs, the meaty slabs of pecs that hoist themselves on top of your abs. Your arms explode into mini tanks of muscle. You use your strength to rip your sweat soaked T-shirt off, and expose that beautiful body to the air of the locker room.

Your face collapses and contorts and your goatee thins out a little. The rest of your face snapping into place like LEGO pieces. Lantern jaw, insane cheekbones, piercing eyes that dull as more of your intelligence leaves via your cock.

Then it's over.

Look at you stud. Let me help you up. You're much heavier now, I can feel the weight difference. Check yourself out in the mirror. Your cock is sticking out like a weathervane. I'm shocked you're not completely naked right now. But just stand there and feel those muscles.

Don't touch your cock. I know you want too. I know you want to feel those massive hands on that cock of yours. You whimper and look at me with those empty, feverish, horny eyes, and I almost let you cum, because with one touch on that cock of yours you're gonna bust everywhere. I bet you don't even remember your name anymore do you? What a better way to try out a new identity?

But we've got one more exercise, okay? Then you can cum.

Cumming stops everything and you're not nearly as big as you want to be.

Come here.

You take a few, lumbering steps towards me. Not used to those massive thighs huh? Or that cock bobbing everywhere. Or just the shocking weight difference. You're hyperventilating but that's okay, you'll be breathing normally soon...maybe not out of your nose but breathing.

For this last exercise in restraint you've got my undiluted cum, now you need my undiluted sweat and musk. I can see the cogs turning in your slow, dumbed down brain as you piece together what I said.

Let me show you.

I take my palm, wipe some sweat off my hairy chest, and place that sweaty palm right on those tight abs. You clench your teeth and hiss with pleasure. Your moans sound inhumanely deep and guttural, like a distressed bull, that's how horny and on edge you are. You grab onto my wrists as your tight six pack bloats and expands, the hard muscle not really retreating but becoming, well, a roid cut. Perfectly round with the slight indentation of your abs. Your gut is huge and it makes your pecs look stretched out above it, your nipples sliding to the side. You're trying so hard not to cum, and I think there's about an inch of pre on the ground from your cock alone. Small, fine hairs sprout around your belly button.

A few drops of cum leak out of your cock. You've ripped your soaked underwear clean off.

I'm gonna have to put a wet floor sign down when I'm done with you.

I've still got some sweat on my hands. Let's do those pecs next. You grab onto me to steady yourself, meaty fingers landing between my shoulder blades, because your knees are buckling, literally shaking, from the unimaginable sensation of me grabbing onto your nipples and pulling. And with each pull not only do they darken and grow bigger and wider, but more muscle and - oh? - my sweat is being converted into fat. Interesting. Well these pecs are gonna be huge with the way I'm tugging on them. Your nipples brush against mine - fuck. That feels incredible. A cute little tattoo sprouts on your left pec. They're hanging over that gut of yours and casting their own shadow.

A few more droplets of cum spray out of your dick but you keep it together.

Let's make this last workout the best.

Just dive right into that pit. Get it straight from the source. You huff and clench onto me harder, certain you're going to fall over again with pleasure. With each huff, my musk does its thing on you. Your shoulders, neck, and traps all thicken to the point where the muscle looks smooth. Undefined but the power is undeniably there. Your hair shortens and your face fills out a little, becoming slightly pudgy as your lips get fatter and brush against my sensitive skin. When all that finishes you cum some more.

Your arms are huge, solid, the biceps expanding like overinflated footballs. The veins in your forearms pop against the skin, and you're not even flexing. Your smell becomes stronger and thicker. Even the cum you're firing out as your tree trunk arms finish their growth, padding out with a little bit of fat and becoming smooth yet you're so strong you could probably lift a car, is thicker and smellier.

Your ass juts out as your back arches. It's growing into a bubble butt of epic proportions. All that shredded muscle grows and a little bit of fat pads it out, and it's sticking out at a severe angle from your lower back. Damn you could balance a shot glass on that thing. The skin stretches further and is beyond sensitive. Your thighs grow even wider and larger, your balls are being pressed together, rubbing against your sensitive inner thighs. When you come harder, I know that it's because your asshole has finished its transformation. You'll be able to take anything. Your ass claps together as you manspread wider beneath me as your balls dip lower.

You're so close to the end. Just a little longer.

Your thighs are thick and muscular, always rubbing together. Your cock jumps and twitches. It strains at its full 7 inches. Sorry, but let me just work my hand down there and take a few inches. Your cock will still be just as thick, but the smaller size will make it more sensitive. I jerk you off as the first half inch shaves away from your cock and you jerk out of my pit and, well, howl in pleasure really.

And since you've been such a good boy, I let you cum.

This time you pretty much tackle me onto the bench in the locker room, which breaks from our combined weight. You're rubbing your violently cumming cock against my abs, getting your musky cum all tangled in my body hair. With every rocket of cum you fire, you lose a full inch. And that mass moves elsewhere. A little bit more padding on your ass which fattens even more and makes you come even harder. Your tits hang further off your chest. Your roid gut bloats bigger and fuller.

With one, final lurch, cock stopping at a beer can thick 5 inches, it's all over. You're so out of breath and struggling to stand. Let me help you up big guy.

You can get up now. Oh? I found your gym bag. There's a pair for black underwear I know is definitely not going to fit you. It'll be like posers on you but it's better than being naked. Your eyes are so empty and dull now, but filled with a bottomless pit of kindness and love.

A true Himbo.

Get a good look at yourself big guy. Flex. Do some poses. Feel those muscles roll around with their sheer size and strength.

Wha-!?

Oh you're hugging me. Well you tackled me again. Lol no worries just gotta get used to all that strength after all.

Ah your cock is hard again. No worries. Let me worship you with some of our oil. No no you don't need even need to touch yourself.

Just let my hands work their magic this one final time.

#muscle growth

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another-tf-library · 1 month ago

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The New Frat: Part 1

--- Original author: newyoutf ---

“Ah, Chris…”, Todd bemoaned, “it looks like they’ve sent shoes instead of the costume pieces…”

“I don’t get it…”, Chris rummaged through the box, hoping to find any clothing. He held up the shipping invoice to see it matched his order: “New You Industries - Assorted Frat Boy - Quantity x 3 - $120″.

“The invoice is right, but this isn’t what I expected?”, Chris sighed.

“What do you mean, ‘what you expected’…”

“Well… the description didn’t technically say they were full costumes. It was listed as one-size-fits-all and had some cheezy description about feeling like a real frat bro or something. I thought that meant they were costumes… Sorry…”

“Look… We got an invites to this thing, so, let’s just use what we’ve got now, if the shoes fit okay then we can use those too,”, Todd replied as he scanned his eyes along the labels pasted to the shoe boxes within the larger shipping box, “Flip-flops, boat shoes… and slides! These are fratty, Chris, so look on the bright side! You check these out and try to find something to wear, I need to shower before James gets back.”

Todd was adamant to at least attempt to finalise the frat bro costumes. The idea was originally that of the third roommate, James. A simple and safe enough concept, likely to get a little laugh here and there at the party being held on their colleges campus.

“You’re right, James will be back soon and we can help each other see what looks douchiest”, Chris said with a laugh.

As Todd swayed into the bathroom, Chris picked up the box and moved it into his bedroom. Inside, he opened his wardrobe along with the large cardboard container and proceeded to give the contents a closer look. Three individual shoe boxes sat inside the larger box with generic labels “flip-flops”, “slides” and “boat shoes”.

“Todd’s right, these might actually work… if they fit…”, Chris thought to himself as he picked the box of slides out removed the rubber footwear.

He tossed the slides to the floor, noticing immediately there was no possibility of them being a good fit. The rubber sandals looked practically massive next to his feet. For good measure, he slipped his feet into them and turned the shoe box box in his hands to find the size

“Size 13?! Way too big…”, Chris thought, “They feel like they’re going to fall straight o- ooooooooooofffffff!”, Chris hunched over with a yell as the slides blasted his body with an invisible energy. He immediately felt the front of his shorts, fearing he’d cum into them, only to feel that they were perfectly dry. Chris growled as he began to stretch taller, watching in horror and lust as his lengthening legs and torso made the floor move further away. Chris shuddered at the sight of his pale, white skin becoming bronzer as he stretched taller, leaving him with the deep tan of someone who spends plenty of time in the sunshine. He could feel his arms elongating, stretching further as they grew in proportion. Soon, the 5′7″ Chris was standing at a proud 6′3″.

The toes on his size 8 feet felt as though they were being pulled and pushed from both the inside and out as they began to slowly lengthen. The soles slithered out longer and wider, pushing toward the back and front of the rubber. Chris could feel the strap begin to grip around around the sides and tops of his feet as the entire foot expanded. Hairier toes jutted out further and further from under the strap as they reshaped into long, thick digits. “H- holy shit!”, Chris’ cock throbbed as the feet finished filling the slides.

Impatient for their turn, Chris’ calves began to bloat outward as thick hair spread across his entire legs. He could feel the tiny muscles swelling and growing, forcing him to grip the corner of the wall as he convulsed in pleasure.

The sound of tears signified the growth of Chris’ thighs. They bulged outward, larger and larger, followed by two huge ass cheeks fattening at the rear. The bottom clothing stood no chance. The hairy legs and ass exploded through the small shorts, tatters of denim and cotton underwear falling to the ground.

“Fuuuuuuck!”, Chris screamed in bliss as his exposed cock began to expand. The 6.5 inches twitched up and down as it stretched longer. The shaft pulsed as if were trying to shoot ropes of cum. Longer, thicker pubes flourished around the growing pole while his balls ballooned. The larger balls had their genetics rewritten, just like the rest of Chris, producing thick bro cum and huge amounts of testosterone.

Chris looked at his hairy, muscular lower half in astonishment. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but it turned him on like nothing before. He wrapped his hand around his now 8 inch cock and stroked hard, feeling the head mushrooming outward as the cock arrested its growth at 9 thick inches.

Sweat was pouring down Chris’ unimpressive chest, tingling against his stomach which had begun to throb. He knew what was going to happen now and swiftly pulled his t-shirt over his head. Slowly, two by two, a six pack of abs grew across the flat stomach. He comically puffed his chest out as he felt muscles building and surging forward in his chest. Sensually, two meaty pecs began to appear and swell larger, and larger. Chris was too enraptured to even notice the dusting of hair spreading across the muscles of his formally hairless chest.

Chris wailed as his arms began to swell. Muscles ballooned and spread through his shoulders and biceps. He could feel his shoulders broadening and strength flooding across his back. His forearms gained a covering of hair while they widened and filled out. Chris fingers coiled into a tight fist as his hands began to swell larger. He thumped the wall hard with one hand, orgasming once more, feeling his fingers lengthening dramatically, thickening as well. He held the other hand in front of his eyes where he could see the long, thick instrument spreading larger while hair poked out from the first knuckles.

Chris stifled a loud scream as veins bulged from his neck. It broadened and thickened. He could feel his vocal cords growing, becoming deeper, his entire accent shifting as well. Hair began to unravel across his face, growing longer and longer. Bones reshaped underneath the short beard, bringing the curved face into a straight edged, sharp jawline. Hairs growing along his upper lip tickled his nose while it grew larger to fit the new face. His brow masculinized while his hair grew out into a brown undercut.

He clutched at every part of his body while his personality became more brutish and extroverted. He thrust the air, spraying enormous ropes of jock cum across the floor and tattered remains of his clothing.

Outside the room, Todd had just exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, greeting the third roommate, James, who had arrived home moments ago.

Screams of ecstasy roared down the hall, triggering Todd and James to rush toward the source in Chris’ room.

“Chris, what’s wrong? What’s t- oh my god!”, Todd gasped in surprise at the heaving muscular stud who was continuing to shoot out streams of cum before collapsing backward onto the bed, panting. Todd and James looked to the ground seeing Chris’ tattered clothes littering the floor, damp from cum.

“What the fuck? Who are you? What is going on?!”, James yelled angrily.

The pair got an increasingly better look at the unfamiliar man, noticing how his face seemed to look ever so vaguely familiar to that of their friend.

“Where’s Chris?”

“Right here, bro”, Chris cockily replied, flashing a wink as he approached his stunned roommates…

#jock tf #nerd to jock #muscle growth #clothing

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another-tf-library · 2 months ago

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Alone on Valentine's Day

Sean and Tommy were roommates who had become close friends over the years. They shared everything from their favorite Netflix shows to their deepest fears, including the fact that they both hated being single on Valentine's Day. Although they were both gay, they were mutual friends, with no attraction to each other.

On this particular February 14th, Tommy decided to have a night in with Sean to commiserate about their single status. Rather than go to the bars and cruise for some curious straight man, Tommy thought it would be better to just hang out at home and watch a stupid rom-com. In the kitchen, he poured them both a glass of red wine. In Sean's drink, however, Tommy poured a vial of special white powder that he had bought online. After the powder had completely dissolved in the burgundy liquid, Tommy returned to the living room and handed Sean his glass. They settled in on the couch to watch a rom-com.

As Sean took his first big gulp of the wine, he felt a strange sensation in his body, almost like an electrical current running through his veins. At first, he thought it was just the wine making him feel a little lightheaded, but as the sensation grew stronger, he began to worry that something was seriously wrong.

He felt a sudden and intense heat spreading throughout his body. He broke out into a sweat as his muscles began to tingle and twitch. He felt an unusual energy coursing through his veins, like a current of electricity flowing through his entire body.

Sean looked down at his body to see that he was painfully erect. He shifted his gaze to his arms and gasped as he watched them bulge and expand in size. His biceps swelled, and he could see thick veins snaking across his newly defined forearms. His chest heaved with each breath, growing broader and thicker as his pectoral muscles expanded. He could feel the fabric of his shirt stretching tautly across his shoulders and chest. With one final heave, his shirt gave way, exposing his massive chest, which was now adorned with intricate tattoos.

He felt an intense pressure building in his legs. He could feel his muscles contracting and expanding, growing thicker and more defined with every passing moment. His thigh muscles swelled, pushing his dick together and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He could feel his calf muscles bulging outwards, growing more prominent with each passing second. He unconsciously flexed his legs, and his quad bulged out from his skin, ripping his pants and leaving him exposed in his underwear. His cock had grown considerably and was still throbbing and swelling.

As the transformation continued, Sean's skin began to bristle with hair. He could feel it prickling up all over his arms, chest, and face. His once baby-smooth skin was now covered in thick, dark hair, giving him a more rugged, masculine appearance. His cock had grown massive, straining against the front of his pants. He began thrusting into it, moaning in delight. With a deep shudder, he shot out ropes of cum which shot through his underwear, leaving a dark, wet spot. In a post-orgasmic bliss, Sean panted, trying to catch his breath.

Looking back at his massive body, he felt stronger and more powerful than he ever had before. He flexed his arm, and a huge bicep bulged out from his skin. He was amazed at the sight of it, never having seen anything like it before. Tommy couldn't take his eyes off Sean. The transformation was incredible to watch. Sean's once lanky frame was now bulging with muscles, giving him a more rugged and masculine appearance. He had never found himself attracted to Sean before, but now Sean had somehow transformed into the perfect man for him.

As Sean sat there, basking in the incredible feeling of his newfound strength and masculinity, he looked toward Tommy, whose jaw was agape. Sean smirked at his boyfriend, and his massive dick twitched in his pants. He leaned over and began to make out with Tommy. Sean guided Tommy’s hand to stroke his massive cock, as he moaned in pure ecstasy. Tommy’s hand was wet with the sticky substance, but he didn’t care; he had the man of his dreams on his couch, and he couldn’t be happier. Neither of them would be alone on Valentine’s Day ever again.

#muscle growth

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another-tf-library · 2 months ago

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Locked in the Laundry Room

The Origins of Heir

By: dumb-and-jocked

I was so excited to spend a week alone in the city.

For my recent eighteenth birthday, my parents agreed to give me a week and let me explore the nearby city and check out the university I had been longing to attend every since I was little. My favorite cousin, who was a few years older, volunteered to give me a tour on the first day I was there, and the rest of the time was mine to spend on my own. I was so excited, I almost jumped out of my seat when I drove out of my driveway Sunday night.

My cousin and I were best friends from almost as early as I could remember. The two of us were inseparable, and decided when we were older to be partnering doctors. After a few years passed, my cousin flew right out of high school into my dream college. Now a few years later, I was on the same path. Both of us had 4.0’s going into senior year, and I know I could last a little longer.

I was so excited to spend a day with my cousin, but also a week alone. My parents had promised that they would leave me alone and that there wouldn’t be any check-ins or “unplanned” surprises. I was always set on a straight path towards becoming a doctor, so I was usually by myself, nose-deep in my studies. I never really had time to make friends or find a girlfriend. I was also fairly average physically, so no one really put in the effort to talk to me unless they wanted to get an A on some group project. Sure, I was lonely every now and then, but it could have been worse. I always was better on my own or with my cousin.

Monday was amazing. My cousin showed me every stadium, classroom, study area… anything the university had to offer. We ate out, chatted about school, and she introduced me to her friends. When the day was over, I was exhausted. I jumped on my hotel bed and immediately fell asleep.

The next morning, I explored the city’s restaurants, stores, and parks. Lucky for me, there were plenty of great sales and deals only available on that day. Who knew Tuesdays could be special? As I strolled along a path near the downtown area, I realized I had missed something on my tour yesterday at the university. I hadn’t seen any dorms while I was there! I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket, but realized I shouldn’t text her. It was barely past noon, so I didn’t want to interrupt one of her classes. I thought about what I could do for a moment, and decided I could just find a dorm myself. I ran to a bus stop and jumped on the first ride to the university.

I hopped of the bus and walked to the first dorm I saw: Richardson Hall. Richardson Hall was one of the older buildings on campus, but it was only evident through the slightly faded look on its brown bricks. It was surrounded by oak trees and plenty of students studying and working together on assignments. The building was the only one on campus that hosted students of all ages, but for only males. As I walked closer, I noticed how truly massive it was. It only had five floors, but it looked more like ten as I got closer. I got near the doors and pulled out and fiddled around on my phone, casually waiting for a group of students. I didn’t have a keycard to enter the building, so my great plan was to blend into a group when they entered. I looked at my home screen for a while, which adorned a picture of me and my cousin at a mall. After a few minutes, a group of male students came strolling down the path. As they came up the steps, I quickly added myself in between them and was let inside.

Richardson Hall wasn’t anything special on the inside. Besides it strangely ornate main stairwell, it looked like a normal dorm. I walked around for a bit on the different floors, looking into different people dorms as I strolled by. One of the perks of looking ordinary is that you can drift by without anyone taking too much notice. After about an hour of just hanging around the dorm, I decided it was time to head back to the hotel. As I walked back to the stairwell, I noticed something peculiar. There was a small sign with the words, “LAUNDRY ROOM” in huge letters, and with it a small arrow pointing up. For some reason, I found this amusing. I was on the fourth floor, so that meant that the room was on the top floor. I’d never hear of a laundry room not in the basement, so for some reason I felt like I had to see this.

Once I got to the top of the stairs, I followed the signs that led me down an old hallway. At the end there was an old brown door that was just barely open. I opened it and was surprised to see a second door. This door was white, with a glass looking into the room. I would’ve just looked through the window and left, but it was made with the kind of glass that was more of a faded white than clear. I slowly pushed the door open and entered.

The laundry room was really nothing special. The room wasn’t too big, and it seemed even smaller due to the amount of washing machines and dryers. There was a skylight above me, flooding sunlight into the room and providing a little natural heat. After I saw the cheap flooring and the soft-colored walls, I decided the room wasn’t as fun as I thought it might be. The only strange thing about it was the smell, or, lack of. I was expecting to be blasted with some sort of detergent-soapy aroma, but instead it was quite stale.

As I inspected the room, I noticed there were two others in the room. They were whispering to each other, but I don’t think they had noticed my presence. The first thing I noticed about them was that they were built. Both of them were stacked with muscle, and they didn’t try to hide it much either. Their clothes were a little more revealing than I was comfortable with. One was carrying a sports-related bag, while the other was putting laundry in the dryer. They were probably some cocky football jocks or some stereotype to that.

The one said something to the other one with the bag, nodding and smirking, and then patting him on the back. The one with the bag began walking towards me, seeing me for the first time. He wore a tight, light and dark gray striped tee shirt and a pair of too-skinny skinny jeans. His short, dirty-blond hair brought out is kind smile as he walked closer to me, his large fleet clomping.

“See ya, Mark!” he said, his cologne wafting past me as he stomped by. By the way he walked, he was definitely confident with himself. His stride was so powerful that I felt a small breeze ruffle my shorts when he walked past. “Mall in two hours, bro!”

“Sounds good, Easton!” Mark said, still at the laundry machine. I heard Easton walk out and shut the first door behind him quietly.

“Hey, bro,” Mark said, walking forward to me, “I’m Mark.” He extended a meaty paw towards me. “Oh, hi,” I said, looking over him and extending a hand, “I’m John.” I winced a little as we shook hands. I had underestimated how strong he was. His whole body was covered in a tan that showed hours spent in the sun. I started at his chest, because sadly that was eye-level. Mark was wearing a university tee that was at least a size too small. His biceps and pecs were nearly bursting, but his jean shorts were somehow even tighter. The jean shorts barely covered half of his muscled, hairy thighs, and it was obvious by his pronounced bulge that he wasn’t packing light. After drifting my eyes past his hairy calves, I saw his huge feet, which were covered by a pair of old athletic socks and some very worn-down Nike’s. Their bright red color hadn’t survived very long, and it was now faded under a soft layer of dirt. I craned my neck past another pronounced bulge, now in his neck, and looked more closely at his face for the first time. He had a very masculine and sharp jaw, and his hair was messily styled in a way that worked with the whole “football jock” look. The last thing I noticed was his beard, which I was immediately jealous of. A beard like that was hard to grow, and it probably showed more pride than his own pride, if you get what I’m going for.

The whole time I was looking him over, he was inspecting me to.

“You’re not a student, are ya, bro?”

“No, I’m just touring,” I said, a little neglected.

“Well, this is great school! We have some of the best sports around the nation… and best professors,” he quickly added, remembering who he was talking too.

“I’m glad to hear that,” I replied, already knowing both.

“Well, I gotta head out, but it was nice meeting ya, bro!” Mark smiled and patted my shoulder as he walked past me. I heard him walk over to the door and grab the handle. Mark fiddled with it for a second and groaned. He grabbed it again, a little more vigorously and a little less patiently, and tried to open it, but to no use. I turned to see Mark looking at me; he was angry over something.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, sighing, “my bro, Easton, he accidentally locked the door.”

I stood there, puzzled, “How?”

“The first door is always supposed to be left open because it locks on its own. That doofus closed it.” Mark took a deep breath, but he was obviously pissed. “Ya got your phone on you?” “Yeah one…” I began, but as I reached down into my pocket, my hand felt nothing. I tried again, but it was still empty. I reached into another pocket, and still came out with nothing. After about a minute of searching, Mark stopped me.

“So ya don’t got your phone, and mine’s charging in my room. Great.” Mark walked past and sat down, resting his back on a washing machine. I walked around to where he was sitting, placing myself opposite of him.

“Is there anything we can do?” I asked, sounding ignorant.

“Not really,” Mark replied, “Janitors only come up here on Saturdays, but Easton will probably know I’m missing so hopefully we won’t have to stay too long.” We sat there in silence for a little bit, but then started to talk to keep each other company. I got to learn a ton about Mark. He had always been into sports, especially football, but once he got to college he put his major before sports. According to him, he was luckily convinced by the school’s head coach, Coach Sorenson to continue football and join the team. At first, Mark was reluctant, but as soon as he joined he knew it was the right choice. Mark also talked about the lack of numbers on the team, and how he had an idea to get them back up. He had pitched the idea to Coach Sorenson, and it was so good that he offered Mark a job after he graduated next year as Assistant Coach. Mark agreed and immediately changed his major from Business to Physical Education.

“Bro, I was so nervous about switching, I mean, I’m one of dumbest people I know.” Mark chuckled at his own joke. It was a slow, emptier laugh.

“At least I’m not as stupid as Easton, though!” Mark added. We both laughed at that real hard. We sat there for a moment, trying to catch our breaths, before Mark spoke again.

“Hey, bro, would ya be alright if I take of some of my clothes?” Mark asked. During the whole conversation, I hadn’t even noticed the heat. The room was boiling. There was no air conditioning, and skylight was still shining light into the room, making it much hotter than comfortable.

“Yeah, of course,” I said, removing my own sweater. I now noticed the sweat stains scattered along my shirt. Mark carefully removed his own shirt, carefully. It was soaked through with sweat and stuck to his chest like another skin. As he pulled it off, I got a full look of his torso. I was a little jealous before, but now I was bursting with envy. His chest was perfectly defined; it was what every man wanted but couldn’t have. It was hairless, unlike the rest of his body, but you could see every ab and muscle. I was definitely straight, but this truly tested my sexaulity.

The whole time I was gawking at his chest, I didn’t notice him toss his shoes and socks next to me. The smell of his feet instantly filled the hot and stale room, making it so steaming that it brought me out of my trance.

“Size 15,” he proudly stated, smirking, ”biggest on the team.”

I looked at his huge feet, and then at his huge shoes. They reeked so much that it was making me a little dizzy. Then, I noticed another scent begin to fill the room, and for some reason it was familiar. I tried to find the source, and Mark took notice of me immediately.

“Oh, that?” he asked, his smirk grew a little wider as his tone became a little more menacing, “that’s the smell of my cologne: Heir.”

Mark took a little bottle out of his pocket with the word “HEIR” written in big, messy letters. He then put the bottle away and casually lifted both of his arms placed them behind his head. He fully exposed his armpits to me, which were filled jungles of wiry hairs. All the hairs that should’ve been on his chest were obviously there. I then realized why the scent was familiar; I had smelt it on Easton as he left.

“Remember the idea I had talked about earlier, bro?” Mark smiled as he scooted towards me. The scent of his shoes and cologne were making it hard to concentrate.

“When I was taking my Business major, right before I switched to Physical Education, I took a class on funding. An assignment was to fund a new and upcoming company. I stumbled upon a tiny company that made personalized scents located a few miles from here. I brought an idea to Coach about making some colognes, and he approved of it. See, together we made a cologne for all the football jocks to wear, that way we could recruit new players.”

I tried to understand what he was saying, but the two scents were blinding my other senses from working properly. Mark scooted again so he could sit next to me. He slowly took my head and placed it on his crotch with my facing up. He then brought one of his armpits down to my face and uttered a simple command.

“Sniff.”

In my state of confusion, I immediately complied. I began to sniff, at first tentatively, but after a while more confidently. After sniffing his armpit for a little bit, I began to moan as the effects of the cologne set in.

It started with my height. My legs and torso began to stretch to each new breath I took. I felt new muscles tense and release as I got to a height a little over 6’2”, which was a little under Mark’s 6’4”. The next thing I felt was my chest begin to expand. Each new breath made my torso rise a little more. Hard pectorals began to slowly develop, pushing their way into the open. A cobblestone path began to appear as my non-existent abs began to form from thin air. Next were my legs. I groaned a little as my quads began to tense into solid muscle, perfect for the running I’d be doing every day. As soon as my thighs were done pumping up, my calves followed. My calves became meatier, with solid muscle adding itself on top of more muscle. I felt my butt plump up a little too, becoming bubblier.

My arms followed quickly after. Years and years of training kicked into my arms to make them better for throwing and tackling. My biceps and triceps inflated like little balloons, and my hand beefed up to make it easier to catch the ball and high-five my bros. As soon as my hands were done swelling, my feet kicked into gear. My feet, which were already pushed away due to my new legs, began to expand. I could feel my toes slowly move farther and farther towards the ceiling from the floor, until they themselves plumped up. New veins appeared over my feet, giving them a truly masculine look.

“Size 14,” Mark said, admiring my feet as I continued smelling his armpit, “good for you.”

For some reason, it felt good to know that Mark was happy with me. I kept sniffing and felt my neck expand. My moans began to grow deeper and emptier; my voice sounding dumber with each new breath. By the time my neck was finished transforming, my voice sounded almost identical to Mark’s and Easton’s; a now truly sounded like a football jock. My neck was followed up by my head. I quickly dug my head deeper into the dense forest that was Mark’s armpit, trying to help progress the change. My head began to stretch longer. I felt my cheekbones move up and my chin push down, causing my cheeks to suck themselves in. My hair began to turn blond, cutting the sides and growing out on top. As soon as it stopped growing, it coiffed itself up. My nose shrank a little and my lips grew a little wider, and my eyes tooks on an vacant shade of blue.

“Here comes the best part, bro,” Mark said anxiously, pushing me even deeper into his armpit, “this is where the name comes from.”

I sniffed passionately, wanting whatever Mark was so eager about. Suddenly, I began to feel rather itchy across my entire body. I tried to squirm, but I realized that smelling Mark’s armpit was more important. As I gave my full attention to sniffing, I realized I had hair growing all over my body. Blond hairs were heavily covering my legs, arms, butt… there was hair everywhere. There was hair on the tops of my feet, a new bush in my pouch, and my armpits looked like a blond version of Mark’s. The only place where there was an absence of hair was my chest. Once the hair stopped growing, I began to produce my own, pungent body odor. It was then I realized what Mark meant. The cologne was named Heir, but everytime he had pronounced it as “Hair.”

Mark then lifted me out of his armpit and turned me around to face him. I was still a little dazed, but I was coming back to my own consciousness.

“The cologne isn’t the only thing the company makes.” Mark reached past me and grabbed one of his shoes, he pulled out a faded, slightly wet shoe sole. “They also make scented shoe soles.” I was still confused, the smells hadn’t worn off.

He explained further, “The cologne does the physical work, but we have to make sure ya also become a team player mentally. These were a little harder to afford, and they come with some side effects, but bro, it’ll make ya into what you’re supposed to be.”

“Wha… side effects?” I was finally coming back, my head starting working as thoughts came back. I began to realize the danger I had been in all along.

“Oh, nothing,” Mark grinned, bringing the huge boat to my face, “let’s just say that you’ll truly be a bro. You’re gonna be as bright as Easton and have the libido of frat president.”

Mark shoved my head into his shoe, and right as I came out of my state of confusion, I was shoved back in. I began to sniff again, feeling my mind replace itself. Memories of my family and high school began to disappear. My loneliness was replaced with tons of friends, girlfriends, and secret relationships with other bros. My new family was more athletic, with my parents both being high school coaches. Memories of being alone with my cousin were now replaced with drunken homecoming bashes and late night bangs. As I sniffed Mark’s shoe, I realized this was all true. I had always dedicated myself to sports, and if I had always dedicated myself to sports, that means I would’ve had no time for an education. All my intellectual thoughts and ideas began to flow down through my system, all the way down into my pouch. My balls began to expand, churning my own intellect into pure, jock testosterone. They got bigger and bigger, slowly reaching the size of two tennis balls. My 4.0’s slowly became B’s, which dragged into C’s, and in turn dragged into barely even graduating. I remembered the only reason I had gotten into college was a football scholarship.

Memories of college began to flow in as well. For some reason, I’d thought I was touring as a future student, but I remembered that I was already a student here. I was in my first year of my Exercise Science major to become a physical trainer. I had “graduated” early from high school and brought in to play for the team. I remembered the countless parties that had been hosted at my frat, the multiple professors I’ve had “extra-credit seminars” with, and when my main bros Mark and Easton helped me discover I wasn’t actually straight. After that, we shared so many brojobs and “study-halls” together. I remembered the countless games my football team had won, and how good I felt whenever I could please my coach, Coach Sorenson, or my broski Mark. Sure, I was very close to dropping out of college, but I remembered that as long as I did what Coach Sorenson told me, I would leave with a degree.

Mark began whispering commands to me, edging me on to a spectacular release. He told me how it had always been this way, how I always had this perfect life, how all I needed to do was smell the shoe and release. I kept getting closer, feeling my average member get longer and longer until it reached a permanent eight inches, just barely shorter than Mark’s. Mark kept whispering into my ear and told me to take a deep breath and hold it. I followed his instructions, taking one more huge breath and sealing my IQ at an eternal 89. Then he whispered one last time in my ear.

“Just do it.”

I did exactly that. Streams of white erupted and spread all over my chest, Mark’s chest, and the pile of ripped clothes around me. My old memories were now gone forever. I was still John, but now as a hot, popular jock who would do anything for his Coach and bros. Now, thanks to Mark, I’ve learned who I truly am. I’m about as bright as best bro Easton and have the libido of frat president, and that’s what I’ve always wanted.

As soon as I snapped back to reality, Mark explained to me that we were just doing laundry and got bored, so he decided to give me a good ‘ole brojob. When I noticed I was naked, I asked where my clothes were.

“In the laundry, bro,” Mark guffawed, “we were doing laundry, remember? Why else would we be in here?”

I gave a dumb, hearty laugh back. He opened a dryer and tossed me a pair of gray sweatpants. I brought them to my nose and took a sniff. Mark, Easton, and I never actually use washing machines, we just throw our dirty clothes into the dryer to amplify the smell of our dirty clothes. If people complained, we’d just apply the football team’s awesome cologne: Heir. I pulled up the sweatpants while Mark put back on his socks and shoes. He pulled his shirt over his head, which now stunk of sweat and cum. We began to walk towards the doors, and suddenly, we both heard a click as the first door swung open. There stood Easton, smiling a dumb grin as he came in.

“Hey broskis!” Easton said, coming in to join us, “You meatheads left your phones in the frat house.”

Easton searched through his bag, handing Mark back his phone before grabbing mine. After getting my phone, I leaned up against a counter and checked looked at my home screen, which was a picture of Easton, Mark, and I at the beach in our speedos.

As I searched my phone, I overheard Mark and Easton talking.

“Has he passed the final test?” Easton whispered.

“Not yet, but I think he’ll pass,” Mark replied back confidently before strolling over to me.

“Hey, John,” Mark said, coming close to me. I could smell him. “Are you missing anything?”

“Uh,” I paused, my empty voice rumbling, “my jock?”

“Yes, but that’s not what I was going for, bro. Commando doesn’t count.” Mark came over and grabbed my accentuated pouch. I loved when he did that. Then I figured out the answer.

“I’m missing nothing when I’m with my bros!”

“Bingo!” Mark said, nodding to Easton.

“Hey bro!” Easton said, coming in to join us, “Where’s your shirt?”

“He was too dumb to notice he was missing it!” Mark laughed, and Easton and I quickly joined in. How could I have been so dumb to forget a shirt?

Easton pulled out a blue sleeveless shirt with the Nike symbol out of his sports bag. I smelled it, and realized it was used. Just how I liked it. He also handed me a pair secondhand of black and gray Nike trainers. I investigated the shoes, looking right at the special soles before I put the shoes on. They looked huge, but fit my feet perfectly.

“I can be so dumb sometimes, bro.” I laughed at myself as I put on my clothes. “Such a meathead.”

“That mean’s your keeping what’s important in mind,” Mark added before also reaching into Easton’s bag. He pulled out a small bottle with a label. I raised my arms, showing off my pits, and Mark sprayed a hefty amount of cologne into the dense hairs. He put the Heir bottle back into Easton’s bag.

“Let’s go, bros!” Mark said, leaving the laundry room, “Don’t want to be late for practice!”

#nerd to jock #muscle growth #himbo tf #musk

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another-tf-library · 2 months ago

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Scottish Treat

By: dumb-and-jocked

“Hey, Collins, come over here for a moment.”

Football practice had just ended, with all the members of the team sweaty and changing in the locker room. With the numbers of the team slowly increasing thanks to Mark’s master plan, practices had slowly become more and more efficient. Coach Sorenson had loved the new numbers, for the work on the field was just as great as their work on their knees. With all the new team members, and Coach’s always heavy balls, there was always a member of the team who would lend a helping hand.

Cole Collins was the best example of “strong and silent.” Although he was powerful, he usually tried to avoid making a scene. Cole was a physical Adonis, but his personality seemed quiet and almost shy. He was about to finish undressing when Coach called him in. Although not completely undressed, Cole knew he had to obey orders. Plus, Coach had seen him wear much less than a wife beater and jockstrap many times before, and sometimes nothing. Although Cole was comfortable with himself, he was still nervous about what Coach may have wanted him for.

“Don’t look so frightened,” Coach chuckled as Cole approached, patting his beefy hand on Cole’s back, “I just got a favor to ask.”

Cole lightened up a bit. Cole wasn’t really afraid of Coach, but Coach’s physique was certainly intimidating. Cole got comfortable, scratching the hair on his chest with the paw he called his right hand and beginning to grope himself with the paw he called his left. Coach Sorenson was always an exciting sight to see.

“So,” Coach began, “you haven’t recruited anybody yet, am I correct?”

“Yes sir,” Cole responded back quietly.

“Now I know Mark wants you to choose someone yourself, but I need you to get someone for me. I have a little experiment for you.” Coach explained the situation to Cole, telling him about the student and further explaining the favor. Coach’s whispers were barely audible, but Cole got every word. As soon as they were finished, Cole nodded and walked out.

“Think you can handle it?” Coach Sorenson called from behind. Cole responded with a simple thumbs up as he walked away.

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Cole lurked around a tree, noticing his target sitting on top of a pile of rocks. The student studied alone, with the rest of the park empty. The student, Ben, was almost as quiet as Cole himself, but was much more meek. He was small, with a height barely under average, but he was a nice kid overall. Ben was always willing to help anybody, may it be with studies or a simple request.

As Ben sat with the textbook in his lap, Cole slowly crept behind him. Although his body was immense, his agility made sure he could stay quiet even as his large feet carried him across the uneven stones. Eventually, he got to the right behind where Ben sat. After looking around to confirm no one else was in sight, Cole slowly took off his shoe and grabbed a small cologne bottle from his pocket titled “HEIR-SC.” As soon as Cole was in position, he grabbed Ben and pushed him behind a rock, making sure he was out of sight.

Ben squealed out of fear as he was hurled behind the rock he was sitting on. He tried to resist his captor, but the jock already had his hands pinned down. Ben opened his mouth to shout something, but instead was met with a heavy spray from the cologne bottle the jock had been carrying. Ben closed his mouth, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth. It tasted like soap, sweat, and… scottish whiskey? Ben was so confused by the cologne in his mouth that he hadn’t even realized his captor had let go of him and had started spraying the cologne all over. The scent of the cologne began swirling around Ben, dulling his mind and clouding his thought processes. Ben tried to get up, but instead decided to just stay down and relax.

As Cole saw Ben begin to numb out, the jock slowly removed his clothing, stripping him from his polo and khaki shorts. He threw the soon-to-be former nerd’s boat shoes behind another rock, and ripped off the sad boxer shorts to reveal the skinny, naked body of Ben. Cole felt pity for the little guy, but knew he would become a beast in a few minutes. Cole took the last bit of the cologne and - after peeling off his tight shirt - sprayed it in his right armpit, the juices sinking into his dark hairs before resting it on the confused student’s face.

“Sniff it,” Cole growled, and Ben obeyed.

As Ben sniffed, Cole watched his body expand slowly. He first noticed Ben’s calves, which plumped and grew longer, looking perfect for running and tackling. Next, his quads beefed up too, his thighs expanding with pounds of meat. His legs stretched out along with his chest, making the little shrimp stretch to a whopping 6’5”, easily making him the tallest member of the team. Next, Ben’s chest began to fill out, with abs popping in one by one. After the 8 pack appeared, two hearty pecs placed themselves on top. Once Ben’s chest had filled out, Cole noticed that Ben’s transformation had suddenly come to a halt. Cole thought for a moment - something he did rarely - and came up with an idea.

“Lick,” Cole commanded, “the scent may be gone but the juices are still there.”

Ben began to eagerly lick, the cologne still clouding his mind. The taste of scottish whiskey quickly filled Ben’s mouth again as the transformation spurred back to life. Ben’s arms began to quickly plump out, his triceps and biceps expanding with muscle. In less than a minute, Ben had quickly gained arms that were the size of basketballs: something that would have taken any man years to gain, but seconds to appreciate. Ben’s fragile hands expanded as they grew meaty, with veins snaking themselves across his wrists and forearms. Next was Ben’s butt, which slowly raised his body higher off of the crooked rocks. Ben’s butt firmed up, with the two blocks of flesh becoming as soft as pillows. Ben’s body might have lured people in before, but now everyone would want a piece of his cheeks. Following right after were Ben’s delicate feet. They began to swell, his toes slowly pushing themselves farther away from Cole. As his feet got meatier, small veins began to appear on top, making Ben truly look more masculine. His feet had now become a gargantuan Size 15, a size previously only reached by Mark.

As the transformation began to slow again, Cole pushed his armpit deeper into Ben’s face, making sure Ben would get every drop of cologne before going on the second part. Ben’s neck began to fill out, and with it a huge Adam’s apple began to push forwards. The former nerd’s moans began to deepen as he dropped from a tenor to an extremely low bass. Next, Ben’s head began to grow bigger as his hair began to style itself differently, taking on a fiery, red hue instead of the boring black. The change in hair color surprised Cole, he’d have to report this to Coach. Then, Ben’s nose became bigger and longer, and his lips fuller. His eyebrows became a little darker as his ears pushed away from his head.

“And now, the hair,” Cole muttered to himself.

Except, nothing came. Instead, all the hair that was once on Ben’s body nearly disappeared. The only hair that remained was on his head, the thick, luscious red beard, and the fiery bushes in Ben’s armpits and around his below-average cock. Cole also noticed Ben’s skin tone lighten dramatically, looking almost pale, but still healthy. Ben would have to report both the absence of hair and skin tone to Coach as side effects of the experiment.

Cole lifted himself off of Ben, who was still a little clouded but was beginning to pull himself out. Before Ben could completely resettle, Cole placed his shoe on top of Ben’s nose and blocked his mouth, making sure he could only breathe from the one entrance. Ben, still confused over the whole ordeal, began to sniff Cole’s shoe obediently. The other half of Coach’s experiment was in Cole’s massive shoe: A plaid scented shoe sole that also reeked of scottish whiskey.

As Ben sniffed away, he felt his memories of his past slowly drain themselves into his enlarging testicles. Memories of a lonely childhood, constant studying, and prepping for a life as a neurosurgeon were replaced by memories of men in kilts, learning the bagpipes, and growing up in the rural greenlands near the ocean cliffs. Ben’s memories of of being intelligent were pushed away, being replaced with a new, better history of him playing rugby throughout his high school and being offered the chance to play on an American college football team in the States. His grades hadn’t sold him, but his physique and rough personality had. His personality had also lured him to the best frat house, where he met tons of new bros to hang with.

Cole watched as the large man beside him continued to sniff the shoe. Cole reached for the new jock’s hardening member, which had already grown three inches and was still going. The red-head began to moan as Cole steadily pumped him along. Ben’s balls began to ache and the more memories were replaced. His heterosexual qualities leaked into his massive pouch, being replaced with memories of gay sex with many different bros, but mostly with his boyfriend, Cole. A Scottish accent had officially grinded itself into Ben’s head, along with an outgoing personality to contrast his partner’s. Ben began to remember the countless frat parties and outings with his bros, who he became immediately popular with do to being a foreign exchange student. He wouldn’t be foreign for much longer though, because he and Cole would be tying the knot after they graduated.

Cole smiled as he saw Ben’s cock reach a maximum at 10 whole inches. Ben’s last bits of intelligence began to drain into his massive balls, leaving his mind permanently slow. Instead of his previously nerdy self, his thoughts would now always be trying to push through molasses. Cole, still fondling Ben’s pouch, leaned over and whispered into Ben’s ear quietly, finally pushing him over the edge.

“Cum.”

Ben’s body lurched up as a white fountain bursted from the rocks. The last of Ben disappeared into the cracks of the earth, soaked into the dirt beneath the stones. The IQ of the jock was 79, lurking just above complete stupidity. The new Scot pushed himself up and immediately kissed Cole. The scent of scottish whiskey and the Heir cologne swelled around both of them, along with the new musky scent of Brodie. They both made out passionately, before slowly breaking apart.

“Aren’t ya a bonnie lad?” Brodie said, smiling at Cole, “I would go taps off, but I need me shirt.”

“Of course,” Cole responded, “but before that, can you answer a question for me?”

“Aye.”

“Are you missing anything?”

Brodie thought to himself for a moment, and then a moment became a minute, and a minute became minutes. After about three minutes, Brodie finally perked up and thought of an answer.

“Ah’m no missing anything when I’m with me braw! Now hand me the clothes before ah wank yer bawsack!” Brodie guffawed at his own joke as he grabbed the clothes from Cole, which included a pair of too small blue shorts and a red wife beater. Brodie had long since forgotten underwear, deciding at 15 that he’d stop wearing them due toe messes he’d make from his precum. Instead, he always wore shorts that wouldn’t stain from his constant leaking.

Brodie slowly got the shorts on over his massive cock, the material straining to contain his large member.

Next came his shirt, but before he put in on he decided to take a sniff at his pits.

“Hmmm,” he moaned, “these oxters are boggin’. Cologne’s already off.”

Brodie then took a seat on the rocks, waiting for Cole, who was wrapping a sweatshirt around his waist to hide the stain at his crotch.

“Ready, laddie?”

Cole nodded meekly, the presence of the Scottish alpha in front of him made him feel small.

After grabbing his impossibly large flip-flops from Cole, Brodie began to walk off the rocks and down the stairs back towards their shared room in the frat house.

Cole got up and thought to himself again, realizing that Coach’s experiment was successful. Coach had been trying to find a way to get foreign members to the team without taking from the already small foreign exchange student population. The prototype - Heir-SC - had not only successfully created another jock, but also had made him assume a new nationality as well. The only side effects: not much body hair and incredibly dumb - but Cole loved how dim-witted Brodie had become, so he wouldn’t tell Coach.

“Come on, laddie!” Brodie yelled, not even bothering to turn around, “Aye still got more to chug on me knot, ya buftie!”

Brodie ripped off his shirt and threw it back to his boyfriend. Cole’s dick lurched in excitement as he took a deep whiff of the shirt while simultaneously watching Brodie’s huge bubble butt bouncing with each step. Cole was ecstatic for the Scottish treat he’d be receiving tonight.

#muscle growth #nerd to jock

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another-tf-library · 2 months ago

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One Size Fits All

Little birthday present for my favourite @mrwavellswaps ❤ This one was written in second person, so you've been warned if it feels strange to read!

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We'd talked for a long time about me driving out to see you. Over a year since we'd started talking, always here and there mentioning the idea but never properly committing to a time to actually go through with the plan. It was a long drive halfway across the country, so it wasn't the type of thing to be done lightly.

Unless I'd just stumbled on an online website known only as W&D clothing that claimed their ‘one size fits all’ type was a little more literal than other places. Magical and very real as I quickly found out, all their products would change the wearer to suit the item. In that case it became a particular emergency with your birthday coming up that I made a few specific purchases and drove out as a surprise. After all, where would the fun be in just sending them in the post when I could turn up at your door and surprise you?

So after booking a couple days off work for a ‘family emergency’ I was off, with you none the wiser to what surprise awaited you.

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“Lance! You've got a visitor!” The voice of your sister called from downstairs.

It was odd, since you hadn't been expecting anyone. The day had already been booked off work so you could enjoy relaxing, but it wasn't like you'd shouted about that fact to everyone you knew. Family had either seen you or texted birthday wishes that morning so it wasn't like it was any of them, and former college friends you knew were all busy. It was baffling to say the least, so your only option was to force yourself out of bed after a very long lay-in to sometime late morning and see just who it was.

“Coming! Who is it?” You called back as you paused the TV and got up.

Your sister called back a few moments later, after an assumed pause to look at whoever it was again. “Some old guy! A friend of yours apparently.” She said as you reached the top of the stairs.

That only added to the confusion, because besides former teachers and current colleagues who would all be at work, who was their left? The curiosity only spurred you on to get down and see who it was faster. That and the secret hope that whoever this mystery man ended up being was handsome.

He was.

By the time you got to the front door your sister had gone, returned to getting ready to leave for work. You were glad of it though, because that left you alone with whoever this hot Daddy of a man was at your door. Tall, well muscled under his tight leather jacket, and handsome with as much of his face as you could see under the cap and dark sunglasses he had on. He had a bag slung over his shoulder as he smiled at you, looking basically like the textbook definition of your type if you had to name it. And somehow here he was at your door asking specifically for you.

“No Lance, you aren’t dreaming.” The man said in a deep voice that threatened to send a shiver of arousal running through you; of course that was as hot as the rest of them. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He said with a smirk.

He clearly knew something you didn’t, and knew you well enough too to be able to sense what you’d been thinking. This did feel like a dream, and he’d known you felt that way. Just who was this guy??

You shook your head. “I… I don’t, no.”

The man’s smile widened as he removed his hat and sunglasses, finally giving you a better look at his handsome face. “Well Why don’t you let me inside out of the cold and I’ll refresh your memory?” He said, the hint of a mischievous smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

Normally like any reasonable person you wouldn’t have let a stranger into your house. Normally was out the window here though, what with the gorgeous older man asking something of you it was hard to say no. That and there was just something about him that felt familiar, though how you’d have forgotten a man as handsome as this you had no idea.So, perhaps against your better judgement, you stepped aside and let the handsome man inside, then closed the door behind him as you followed into the living room.

“Still haven’t worked it out, hmm?” The man said as he took a seat on the sofa, splayed out and showing off every inch of how hot he was. “I’m surprised, I thought you’d know me well enough to see through all this-” He gestured down at his body, “But I guess I really did underestimate how much looking like a walking wet dream for you would be a distraction.”

Something itched at the back of your mind. A hint of some kind of familiarity with the way this guy talked that was screaming at you that you knew him, but couldn’t place where from. The man seemed to know as much as well, like this was some kind of game he was playing with you as he sat idly by and waited. “What? I feel like I know you but I don’t….”

The man stood up and grabbed his bag from where he’d left it by the edge of the sofa, then unzipped it and started pulling clothes out. Jeans, an American Football jersey, a grey tank top and what looked like a pair of gym shorts amongst other items. What these had to do with anything was an absolute mystery, and only added to the confusion. You already had no idea who this guy was or why you’d apparently trusted him enough to let him inside, now this?

“Pick something and put it on, I think you’ll understand after that Lance.” He said once the various options were laid out before you.

The way he said your name was incredibly arousing. It spurred you on to actually do what he said and choose something, even if none of this made sense. You weren’t exactly thinking straight and you knew it, but then how could you when all the blood was rushing to your cock thanks to the very man opposite you. Still, something in you had decided already to go through with what you were being asked of, so you reached out and grabbed the first of the items that’d held your attention.

In your hand you held up the large football jersey from the pile. It looked clean and unworn and from the label was as you suspected on the larger side. “This?”

“Good boy, now put it on.”

Your eyes went wide at how the handsome man addressed you. Your face flushed almost instantly with arousal; if you weren’t hard already you were now. How did this guy know exactly what buttons to push? If he was even doing it on purpose, but something told you he was. That instinct that somehow you must know who this was only grew as the moments passed, but still you couldn’t put the pieces together. All you could do was listen and pull it on as instructed, but not before taking off the t-shirt you’d been wearing. It swamped you with its massive size, making you feel a little ridiculous. After all, as hot as this guy was, why had you actually listened to someone you didn’t know? Logically you should just chuck the dude out and get on with your day relaxing, at the very least it’d be a funny if somewhat embarrassing story to tell your boyfriend Jackson-

A dawning realisation set in as you looked up at the man’s smirking face. MY smirking face. That brief moment had finally slotted everything into place as impossible as it all was. The casual way I spoke as if I knew you; the way I knew what buttons of yours to push to drive you a little crazy; even the body was as perfect to your tastes as it could get. But then you were still left with one question. If you were right and it was me, just how had I changed into this guy? It wasn’t like magic or anything we wrote about was actually true, just a horny fantasy…

“You haven’t even noticed have you? I was surprised with how little feeling there was to the whole thing too.” I said with a knowing smile. “I know you’ve worked it out, you know who I am now. Took you long enough.”

You nodded. “Jackson. But how- why- I thought you were-”

I stepped forwards and pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. “It’s your birthday, don’t question the how or the why, just enjoy it. I took a couple days off to spend it with my favourite person and surprise you, it was too good not to when I found these clothes.”

The clothes, of course! In the mixture of shock at my identity and the still lingering arousal, it’d been easy to forget what I’d asked you to do. Put on something from a selection that was way, way too large. Only, now it was back in the front of your mind it didn’t feel anywhere close to as large as it had a moment ago. Had you imagined it, or had you…?

“Holy shit.”

I watched in amusement as you looked down at your body and realised what’d happened. You’d grown massively to put it lightly in both weight and height, enough so you were far wider and only an inch shorter than me where I currently stood at 6’3. You had muscle on top of muscle, all going to work making the jersey fit perfectly over your now huge form. It felt incredible too; you’d been working out at home for a little while now, but gains as big as these took a lifetime to put together. Now you had them in seconds and you hadn’t even felt it happen.

“How the hell-?” You started, but paused and grabbed your throat when you heard your voice. Not only deeper now, but also with a distinctly American accent you hadn’t noticed at first. “Why do I sound American??”

I chuckled. “Well, it is an American Football jersey, can’t be that shocking that it makes you American too.”

You nodded. It made sense, though it was still weird to hear your own voice now so different from how it usually was. All of this was weird if you were honest with yourself, but then again it was incredible too. You hadn’t been expecting anything close to this to happen today; least of all me somehow finding a way to actually transform both of us after driving all the way over here to see you.

“How did you do it anyway?” You asked a moment later once you’d stopped staring at your new body. “I didn’t think this was even possible, as much as we’ve always wished it was.”

I shrugged. “Some website an anonymous user sent me a link to last week. I was sceptical at first obviously, but after some proper digging and a cheap test it actually worked out. I could have told you yeah, but isn’t it more fun to have you find out like this?” I smirked. “A hot Daddy showing up at your door and dazzling you? Too good of an opportunity to resist.”

“A test?” You asked as the curiosity over that little detail piqued your interest. “Did you happen to take any pictures?”

I already had my phone in my hand before you could finish the sentence. It only took a second or two for me to find what I wanted, the pictures I’d taken of myself were still the most recent ones in there. I opened up the first one then handed my phone over, letting you take a look at the first guy I’d become for my test.

“I picked those because I wasn’t sure what would happen honestly.” I said as I peered over your shoulder at the photo. “The website doesn’t have any descriptions of how you’ll look after putting each item on, so it’s sort of a gamble that you can guess right. Shorts like that I was expecting something more like a twink with a fat ass, so I was pleasantly surprised to find myself looking like that. Spent a while lazing around the house just like that since family were all away. That roleplay we were doing at the weekend? Yeah, I looked like that pretty much the whole time we were doing it.”

“That’s crazy.” You handed me back my phone, then glanced back at the pile of clothes I’d laid out for you. Now you knew what they were and what they could do your mind was racing with possibilities. “So all that stuff will turn us into someone that matches the clothes huh? Didn’t think about becoming a black dude like Ched then?” You grinned cheekily at me, knowing full well what I was like.

I laughed, then joined you in looking at the range of clothing. “Bold of you to assume there isn’t more than one thing that pile that I’m hoping does that exact thing. But this day isn’t about me, it’s about you. We’ve got plenty of time to try out other stuff, so it’s whatever you want us to do.”

I waited for a few moments as you thought about things. There was a huge amount of potential here, even if it was somewhat random, so where could you start? Did you want to stay as this massive American stud, or become someone else? That was a good question, and one you thought you had an answer for…

“Could I be you? The Daddy that is. You’re just so… Fuck.”

I laughed, then unzipped my leather jacket. “I had a feeling you’d ask that, I knew you’d want to be in this body as soon as I saw it, pretty fitting of the t-shirt eh?”

As I took the jacket off, you got a good look at the item in question that I was implying was the source of this particular change. A green t-shirt with the words ‘Dad in the streets. Daddy in the sheets.’ branded in bold letters across the front of it. That too then got pulled off to reveal a hairy, muscular chest and broad shoulders, the perfect body in your eyes. Once it was all off I tossed the t-shirt at your handsome face as I shrunk back down to my usual self, leaving me standing in a pair of slightly too large jeans.

“You’ve got to cum whilst wearing something to make yourself able to take it off without changing.” I said as a way of explanation to my reverted body. “Only way back after that is to wear another item and change again, then let that wear off and you’ll be back to normal.”

The second you took the jersey off and slipped the t-shirt on you’d changed. It was honestly still shocking with all the testing I’d done how instantaneous and seamless the whole change was. One moment you were pulling the t-shirt over your head and the next it fit snugly over the handsome older form of the man I’d driven here as. I get to watch as for a few moments you admired your new self, flexing and grinning as you checked out a reflection that finally matched how you’d always wanted to be.

“Now that’s fucking incredible, holy shit.” You said in a voice that was eerily familiar considering it’d been mine moments ago. “Like woah, if I thought I was hard looking at you in this body I’m even harder now being in it myself!”

I laughed and came over to press myself against your side. With the height that body had you were taller than me now, which was odd and arousing all at the same time. You almost instantly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled us so we were facing each other, me looking up at your now taller self.

“Like your birthday present then Daddy?” I said with a look of mischief and fake innocence in my eyes.

The low growl you let out was almost hungry sounding in its arousal. “Oh I do boy, more than you can ever know. I’m in two minds to bend you over and fuck your ass right now, but I want to get you into a perfect body too before anything else.”

I blushed as you held me in your arms. Of course you would think about something like that, making sure I was enjoying myself too. So I got to watch as moments later you went and flicked through the stack of clothes I’d dumped out, discarding things seemingly at random before you settled on something and came back to me. A black jockstrap held up in your hands, along with a dark baseball cap.

“My best guess is these two. And if I’m right it should do what I want it to do to you.” You said as you held them out for me to take.

As it turned out when I stripped and pulled them both on a few seconds later, your guess was exactly right. The jockstrap first had blown up my muscles until I was some classically handsome blond jock, clean shaven and like I’d walked off of a fashion show. It made sense given branded jockstrap underwear that I would end up something like this to you, but this was only stage one. The second, more important one came with the next item, the hat. I hadn’t noticed what you had about it before I pulled it on, the dark, curly hair stuck on the inside. Things felt odd as the magic woven into both items fought together for a split second before settling into the exact form you’d wanted me to be in.

A rich dark tone had settled over my skin when I looked down at my finished body. Together the two items had merged the individual transformations they would have given into one, making me not only black because of the cap, but also buff as hell thanks to the jockstrap. I was stud, and you couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for pulling it off so well.

“Like it?” You asked, not that you needed to as I flexed and admired my almost naked body in your living room mirror.

I nodded, then turned back to you and smiled widely. “You don’t even need to ask that question Daddy, you know I do.” I winked as I called you Daddy, that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon with how you currently looked. “Though I think I’ll need to borrow some clothes if we’re to carry on with the rest of the day I’ve got planned. Thought we’d go out and do some fun things in these bodies, maybe shopping being the first one of those?”

“Yeah, I’ve probably got one or two things around that can fit you if nothing else does. Just about anyway with how big you are.” I could see the hint of arousal in your eyes as you took a good long look, both enjoying the view as I showed off my new self and sizing me up for what you had around the house. “Wanna go look, then we can get going? Assuming you’ll drive of course.”

I nodded. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” I grabbed your hand and let you lead me towards the stairs. “Everything is on me today for your special day Daddy, not every day a man turns 40 now is it?”

“Keep up like that and we’ll never make it out of the house, I want to at least see what you’ve got planned before we spend the rest of the day fucking and keeping ourselves into these bodies.”

I laughed as we ran up the stairs. Oh what a good idea this had all been.

~~~

“Enjoying yourself there Daddy?” I asked with a smirk as I watched you bounce your pecs. “I think that’s a yes?”

“You bet your ass it’s a yes.” You said as you returned my smirk with one of your own. “Don’t think I’ve ever had more fun on a birthday than I have today.”

I smiled. After picking bodies we wanted to spend the day in, we'd gone out shopping, then you’d taken me to your favourite restaurant to eat which is where we were now. You’d thrived in the body I’d given you, really coming out of your slightly nervous shell to embrace the Daddy you now looked and felt like. Your 20th birthday had rapidly turned into a 40th birthday celebration, or that’s what we’d told the server that gave you a free drink and dessert with the meal. I could see the thrill in your eyes when you told them your age as you casually explained you were out for a birthday meal with your boyfriend since it was such a big day. You’d loved getting to drop an age like that as yours so easily and believably, and I’d loved watching you enjoy yourself so much.

“I take it you’ll be going to jerk off in the bathroom before we leave? Family away for long enough I’m sure you can enjoy that body for a good long while until you’ve got to go back.” I said as I watched the glint in your eye.

You nodded. “Read my mind honestly.” I raised an eyebrow as you leaned over the table towards me almost conspiratorially to whisper something. “You did miss out on one thing though. I was thinking we’d both jerk off in the bathroom before we leave and stay this way until we wear something else.”

“Yes.” I said instantly. “Oh god, yes that’s a great idea.”

“Then what’re we waiting for? Let’s get on with it.” You said as you pushed your chair out and stood up.

I grinned then took your hand, letting you pull be off inside towards the restaurant bathrooms. As we walked I wondered in the back of my mind if that W&D clothing website had anything stronger to make these changes as permanent as possible? Maybe we could really become these two hunks we currently were, but that might be a surprise for another day…

#clothing #race change

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another-tf-library · 3 months ago

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H for Henry?

Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.

My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.

He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.

"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"

"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied

As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.

I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.

"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.

"Horny."

I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.

"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.

"Himbo."

It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.

"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.

"Hairy." He added.

My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.

"Homo." He finished

My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?

"Bro.... You're so.... close..."

"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"

With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.

I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.

"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.

"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.

Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.

"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.

"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.

"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."

Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.

"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.

"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.

"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"

"Yeah? You want it hard?"

"Make me bust my nut!"

Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.

He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.

"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"

"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"

"Fuckkk!"

"I'm close too- I'm!"

Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.

"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."

Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.

"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.

"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."

I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.

"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.

"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.

I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.

"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.

"Husband."

Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.

#mental change

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another-tf-library · 4 months ago

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So I'm a chubby gay White guy, any chance you could turn me into a muscular gay East Asian guy that's a jock that still likes stuff like anime? Or biracial, as long as the more dominant heritage is something like Chinese, Japanese, Korean or Taiwanese.

I'd prefer a build anywhere between a like swimmer/tennis players build, a baseball players build, or a football/rugby players build, I'm not really that picky as long as I have decent abs.

How can a package smell like that?

That's the first thing you think when you pull it from outside. Jesus it's like an armpit in your place just that quickly.

You ordered a bath bomb from that weird website, just out of curiosity and half expecting it to be some kind of scam. You were watching Chainsaw Man when you got a knock on your door. It's one of those soft packages that Amazon sometimes uses but with YourNewBody stamped on it. And at the bottom, rolling around, is the bath bomb.

You open it and get a gamey wallop of pure musk to your face. Images flash through your skull: used jockstraps and cups, sweaty hairy armpits just inches from your face, locker rooms.

You've never even had those thoughts before so why do they feel so....familiar. Like memories almost.

Oh.

You're hard. Your cock pitching a serious tent in your boxers. The muscles flex involuntarily and you groan.

You take the bath bomb out of the package. It's see through and kind of murky from the fluid inside? You've never seen one like this. Hell you've never smelled one like this. You bring it to your nose, take a big whiff.....

And nearly cream your boxers right then and there. Another image: this time of you bent over in a dugout while your teammate - wait teammate - fucks you from behind, your smells - smells? - mixing together despite the open air space. Stranger still, you can't even imagine your body in this memory - fantasy, not a memory, a fantasy - which adds to the artificial feeling of it. You want to see what it'll smell like when you drop it in water.

So you go to your bathtub and fill it. Not even fully comprehending you walking to the tub and plugging in the stopper, and turning on the water. There's a distinctly quieter voice telling you that something is very, very wrong. It's drowned out by this increasing fuzziness, like TV static is filling your head. You should be thinking about your D&D session tomorrow. You should be thinking about trying to get some sleep.

But you're not thinking about that, are you?

Your swollen cockhead seems to become your actual brain. You're fondling the bath bomb like a pair of balls in your hand. What kind of balls? For a split second it's a baseball. Then it's the swinging, sagging, fat, sweaty, hairy, musky balls of one of your teammates, pent up and swollen after a long, hard game. He's fucking your throat while his balls slap your chin. "Good boy." His voice is deep and rough.

That fantasy memory is particularly powerful and compelling.

"UHHHHH."

You open your eyes, both of them bugging out. Both at the loud, whimpering moan you just unleashed and at the involuntary word switch. The static in your head clears just long enough for you to accidentally drop the bath bomb in your bathtub, and it starts dissolving the moment it contacts the water.

The murky liquid spills out and turns your bathwater into pure jock sweat.

The smell it unleashes is intoxicating. Your bathroom is becoming a steamy sauna. The mirror fogs. Your glasses fog and you take them off. Dampness appears on the walls, smelling just like your sweaty bathwater.

You stagger and collapse on the toilet, squirming as you roll your underwater down and kick them off. Tossing them in a pile on the corner. You take your socks off and toss them on top of your boxers. You grip onto the sink as your cock becomes steel. You've never been this hard in your life.

I need to - I need to cum! Holy shit I need to CUM!

You flex your cock - voluntarily this time - and that's all it takes to start cumming. Your orgasm is mind numbingly intense. All you can do is curl your toes and clench your fists, throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut as you shoot a fountain of cum, it splattering loudly on the tile floor.

After about a minute, it's over.

You open your eyes.

Your cock shouldn't still be hard.

You should be in your - in your - in your...

You should probably be a little scared at the fact that you cannot think of the term refractory period. In fact, it feels like 90% of higher thinking is just shut off for right now. The other 10% is frantically trying to claw back to the surface of this dense, but pleasant fog that's settled in your head. The 90% of you that's in command gets off the toilet and steps towards the alluring smell of your bathwater. You stare at the musky steam rising off it. Your dazed face looking back at you in the water.

You put one foot in. Then the other. You start hyperventilating like you're getting into a cold pool, but the water is so warm. So cozy and inviting. You hold onto the bathtub as you sink into the water. First your ass, then your legs, then your balls and twitching cock.

Then the rest of your body falls as you lose your balance, feet scrambling on the slippery floor as the water envelops your cock. The sensation is so intense you just spasm and let yourself fall. As the entirety of your body falls into the water, droplets landing into your open, panting mouth and on your flushed face, your body sinks a little into the water. You're more compact now. 5'5". Pocket sized really. That shedded mass lands squarely in your balls and they become swollen with your lost height. They touch the bottom of the tub as your legs kick and writhe, splashing water onto the floor. They grow into the huge baseballs you like squeezing when there's downtime, just to feel balls in your hands.

Bigger balls mean more hormones.

The flush of them causes your cock to stretch. And while it's stretching, your pubes grow into the perfect, tangled mess of a landing pad for the syrupy pre-cum that's leaking into the water. You surpass your average length of 4 and a half inches with ease and cruise steadily into 5 and a half. You're moaning with wanton abandon now. That 10% that was concerned about such silly things such as "modesty" has evaporated to like 5% now, and it's a losing battle, because you're leaking with no end in sight as your cock crests to 6 and a half inches. You pump an even larger amount of pre as your beard falls out and lands in the water. With each gush of thicker pre, your body hair just melts away and floats like flotsam in the water. Your armpit hair is still as thick - if not thicker. Your cock finally stops growing at 7 and a half, pulsing, throbbing, inches.

You try your damnedest to steady your breathing. Your cock sticks up proudly in the water, the swollen, purple-ish head nearly breaching the surface. You use all of your might to look down and see that bigger cock. The thicker pubes. Your legs are spread wide to make room for your balls. You place your hands on your lower stomach, your fingers caught in your pubes. It's trembling, quaking. As you look down, huffing and puffing, your chubby stomach suddenly collapses.

The fat doesn't disappear, no, it just makes its presence known behind your nipples which pop out like a distressed belly button. The skin stretches and the nubs pop out and into the water. You're practically screaming with pleasure as the fat in your stomach melts away and slides to your pecs, your abs popping out one by one into a tight six pack, cum gutters sprouting in your thicker waist and pointing to that unbelievably hard cock of yours.

Your pecs inflate with fat and muscle, like big floaties strapped to your chest. You can feel the weight of them as they blow up with muscle and fat, all of the underdeveloped muscles breaking and tearing, strengthening and becoming so much stronger, so much more powerful. You're squirming like a caught rattlesnake right now, water just going everywhere. The crease between your pecs is mouthwatering. Your pink nipples are so suckable. Your abs finally finish growing and settling in. Your pecs heave one final time and crest over them, your underboob just as sensitive as the massive flesh sacs above themselves. You're flooded with memories of your teammates tugging and playing with your tits. Some of them sucking on the fat nipples. Coach massaging oil onto them after a good workout.

Your cock is leaking a steady stream of actual cum but it's not a true orgasm, just a mini one because your body cannot handle this constant edging. Something has to give, right? There's less water in the tub since your body is absorbing the sweaty, thick water.

Your traps fan out and help your shoulders thicken with powerful muscle. You can feel how strong and powerful that neck of yours is. The growth flows downwards into your biceps, arms blowing up so quickly they start rubbing against your pecs, making up come harder and yelp. Your forearms thicken up and your hands - your small little hands - blow up into meaty paws. You take your arms out of the water - god they're so heavy - and expose your rank pit to the air.

None of your teammates are around so your own pit will have to do. Your other hand worships and rubs your abs.

You lick and kiss your fat, bulging bicep. Your feet stretch bigger, wider, longer. The less than 1% of the old you left marvels at your size 7 feet bloating into massive size 14 stompers, your toes and soles crawling up the tub and breaching the water's surface.

You're fucking an invisible ass. With every thrust of your stronger, wider hips, your own ass starts growing. You've experienced a massive amount of weight loss and fat redistribution, and conservation of mass requires that shaved off mass to go somewhere. It can't go to your pecs, so it fills up your ass and stretches your hole like it's made of rubber. Your ass is going to be the talk of the town. You won't be able to hide it. Visible through your pants, chewing up boxers and briefs, absolutely stretching out any jockstrap you wear. Jiggling and so enticing, literally striking men dumb and horny. And once they get a taste of that puckering hole - or even better, fuck it - they'll be just as blank and dumb as you are.

There's nothing left of the old you. All of those old worries and thoughts flood into your ass, converted into pure, strong muscle, making that fat ass perky and sit higher on your lower body.

Your thighs expand with muscle and fat, inflating and rubbing together, squeezing your balls and making you squeal. Your calves brush up against the tub, flexing and becoming massive. Your legs have the ability to carry that dumpy of yours and then some. You can carry your teammates for miles. You can straddle and ride a dick into the sunset. Your hole is built for milking every last drop out of your teammates' - and Coach's? - balls. They're pure bulk, those legs, and strong enough to crush a watermelon.

You scream as your face collapses and rearranges. Bone structure becomes more defined as your jaw hardens and your cheekbones become softly pronounced. Your nose pops bigger into the crook of your elbow and your sense of smell actually improves. You take in all your musk, and all the musk of the bathwater all at once. You can even smell the cum boiling in your balls, so you know you're closer than ever.

Your brain shrinks even further. You're only really able to piece together basic sentences and even then, it's gonna take a while for you to construct it and speak it. And when you're horny? Forget about it. You're only thinking about your teammates and pleasing Coach. The next game. You don't really play all that much, but you're a good distraction for the opposing team. No matter how good of a pitcher, they'll make easy mistakes because they'll be too busy staring at your bountiful ass squeezed into your uniform. And if you remember to wear a shirt, your nipples poking against the fabric and those swaying tits when you don't remember to wear a shirt. The latter option happens more often.

You grab your cock with both hands - yes it's a two-hander now - and you start fucking your fist. As you fuck your fist, your body goes through the last change. Your white skin begins darkening, well beyond a normal tan. You're changing race. You open your eyes, for just a second, as you watch your face rearrange one final time and you become Korean. You shut your eyes again as the tan spreads to your tits, beefs them up further, the color spreading to your pink nipples and making them dark and even more sensitive. It spreads down to your abs and arms. Wherever it touches, that area of your body beefs up.

Bigger biceps, bigger shoulders, stronger abs.

Thicker pubes.

Stronger thighs and bigger calves.

Then it hits your cock.

And you explode.

Your cock darkens and your balls become even bigger. You gain that half inch and become a full, mighty, 8 inches hard. Your cum is so thick. Musky. You hug yourself as you cum hands free, hips bucking, balls swinging. You don't see the water absorb your cum, keeping it clear but even smellier.

You finally stop cumming.

Open your eyes just a bit, prettier eyelashes fluttering.

You are hot shit.

You slowly rise out of the water. Muscles exhausted. Cumming is its own workout. You step out of the tub and onto the tiles with your bigger feet. Your cock softens yes but it's gonna exist at a permanent, dripping semi 99% of the time. The 1% reserved for sleeping really.

"Oh, I should probably let the water out huhuh."

You reach into the water. Moaning as the smell hits you in the face. You let it drain, along with your cum and lost body hair.

You see your boxers and socks on the floor but even from here they look too small. You don't think anything of it - mostly because you can't really think anymore. You must've bought the wrong size by accident. You're not totally helpless - hey you've made it this far in life with that dull brain of yours, you've got your own apartment and everything - but sometimes you let easy things slip by you.

You stumble out of the bathroom. Holding onto the walls for support. You're not used to this weight. This sensitivity. The way everything feels so heavy. You let slip a dumb laugh as you creep into your bedroom.

Your laptop's on the bed. The screen open. It's buzzing with notifications. You don't recognize the names. You try your hardest to force a connection in your cotton candy brain but nothing comes up.

"What's a D&D?"

Your meaty chest rises and falls. You close out the text messaging app. People are asking for some guy whose name you don't even know, asking if you're ready for tomorrow's session. Probably the wrong number. The only thing you've got going on tomorrow is practice. Which lets be honest - the only thing getting "practiced" is that insatiable hole of yours, and your throat.

You search around but can't find anything to put in your twitching asshole. You shrug and stick two fingers in your ass and start fingering yourself. Your just used cock rising to attention, as you look at your computer screen.

Holy shit you forgot you were watching Chainsaw Man! You fill with glee. You love this show! Any anime really because it's pretty easy for you to follow and you don't get bored.

Now, if only you could just remember what episode you were on .....

#musk #race change #muscle growth

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another-tf-library · 5 months ago

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A Sweaty Semester

Dean let out a heavy breath as he wiped the sweat from his face. His phone said it was 98 degrees out but it felt like 112. He’d been dreading moving in August for this very reason, but at least the worst was over now, he thought. Surrounded by boxes he slumped onto his new bed, his soaked shirt cold against his back. Dean had just moved into his dorm room in central Texas, a full week early because his mom said he should “get to know the town”. The building was old and the air conditioning was barely functioning, leading to a miserable couple hours of moving boxes in oppressive heat. After a long drive and the unloading ordeal, he was exhausted, the heat lulling him to sleep as he laid on his bare bed.

That was until the door to his room flew open, banging against the wall and startling Dean out of his nap. He heard shuffling and grunting outside in the hall as a stench began to leak into the room. It was almost more nauseating than the heat, a pungent mix of sweat, body odor, and who knows what else. Dean’s eyes watered as a figure holding several boxes stepped into the room before dropping them onto the opposing bed. He turned around revealing himself to Dean. He was at least six feet tall, broad and pretty built, his large frame only partially covered by a sweat soaked tank top. His face was covered in a thick beard, and the tank revealed a substantially hairy chest and shoulders. Now that he was in Dean’s face, the stench was ten times as bad, he could practically taste the sweat on the guy’s body in the air. He grinned and stuck out a hand towards Dean, “The name’s Hunter.”

Dean stared at him for a few seconds too long before stretching out his own, “Dean.” Hunter’s grin turned into a full on smile.

“Well nice to meet ya dude!” he said with a vigorous handshake. Dean was still staring at him, there was no way Hunter was a college freshman, he looked years older than himself at the very least. His daze was broken when Hunter raised an arm to scratch the side of his head, letting a fresh wave of musky stench out directly into Dean’s face. He nearly doubled over from the intensity; how on Earth was he going to live with someone who stunk like this?

“It’s a real roaster out there today huh? I’ve got some more boxes out in my truck that I’m gonna go get, but first let’s get some air flowing in here.” Hunter proceeded to open the dorm window letting a gust of blistering air inside. “It may still be hot but at least it’s some circulation,” he chuckled before walking back into the hall and leaving Dean alone. He was stunned. The outside air helped marginally with the lingering scent but made the heat even worse, and in minutes he was back to sweating buckets. Dean’s mind was racing with thoughts trying to cope with how the next year of living with this guy would be. He could barely think straight when Hunter was in the room with that eye watering aroma of his. While he was still alone Dean stripped off his sopping wet shirt and threw on a fresh one to try and maintain some level of comfort, before beginning the arduous task of unpacking all of his boxes.

A few minutes later Hunter returned with another huge stack of boxes, his sweat-drenched form glistening in the afternoon light. “Alright I think that’s most of it, guess I’ll join ya here in putting it all away!” he laughed. Dean managed to put on a smile but internally he was really going through it, and that was before Hunter pulled out a speaker and put on some music that sounded like something Dean’s father would listen to. Dean gulped, and they both got to work unpacking box after box. Even though he’d just changed, Dean’s shirt was soaked almost immediately. He had to pull out his bath towel just to wipe the sweat from his face. He knew it was hot but this was getting ridiculous, and on top of that he could barely breathe with Hunter’s noxious fumes filling the room. After a while of hanging clothes and dripping sweat all over the room, Dean backed out into the hall to use the bathroom. Miraculously, it was significantly cooler out there. Maybe the open window was doing more harm than anything, he thought. Upon returning to the room a few minutes later he was greeted with a blast of late afternoon heat, the intense smell of a sweaty body, and Hunter lounging on his haphazardly made bed, exposing his ripe pits to the air.

Dean paused in the doorway, unknowingly staring at Hunter’s pits. They were covered with thick tufts of brown hair, matted down by sweat. He could practically see the stench wafting from them. Hunter looked up from his phone, catching Dean staring. He smirked before reaching with one hand to tousle the hairs, even pulling his hand up to his nose after to sniff it. Dean’s trance was broken by his gut reaction to gag at such a sight. Why had he been staring at those disgusting pits in the first place? He put those thoughts out of his mind and got back to shoving stuff under his bed. Sweat dripped from his hair onto everything in front of him; it was so hot in the room, and the smell of sweat permeated everything. Dean couldn’t get the sight of Hunter’s hairy sweaty body out of his mind for some reason, no matter how much he tried to focus on what he was doing. He even caught his dick pressing hard against his shorts at one point. What the hell was going on?

That night Dean laid out on his bed, tossing and turning from the heat. It had cooled down but Hunter insisted they keep the window open; at least it helped with the smell a bit. He could feel the top sheet beneath him was fully soaked through, his sweat was inescapable. He could see the drops on him shining from the streetlight outside. It was near impossible to get any rest like this, with Hunter snoring across the room stinking up the place. He’d taken off everything but his underwear just to try and cool down, exposing all of him to the heat. His thin pale body dripped sweat in the stagnant night air, drops sliding down his hairless skin. As Dean laid there, the sweat coating his body slowly began to soak into his skin. Thin, wispy hairs began to push out around his nipples, nearly invisible if not for the streetlight catching them. Following those, more hairs poked out in the center of his chest, these slightly darker and spreading over a wider area. They were short and laid flat against his skin as his chest became slightly less bony with a thin layer of muscle and fat gracing his rib cage. His forearms were dusted with a light coating of thin hairs, growing thicker near his wrists. His thighs expanded slightly in size before hairs began sprouting across their expanse, growing slightly thicker and darker than the others. His face itched as peach fuzz across his upper lip darkened a tad, with some more fuzz appearing around his chin. Dean groaned softly in his sleep as his dick pushed harder against his tight underwear, exposing his small amount of hair above. As the sweat soaked in, hairs began to multiply, short dark hairs pushing out from his bush, spreading upwards towards his stomach. As he rolled and twisted on the bed he exposed his bare armpits, and under the soft light from the lamppost thin wispy hairs began to sprout. The hairs grew longer, not too visible at a distance but enough to begin catching some sweat and scents of his own.

Hunter was awake as soon as the sunlight began to light up the room. He looked over at Dean, who was still out cold. He grinned upon seeing the light dusting of hairs that now adorned Dean’s chest and pits, before scratching at his own. He threw on some clothes and left to go jog and hit the gym. By the time Dean finally woke up all that was left was the faint remnant of Hunter’s smell. He rolled out of bed and hit the shower, too tired to notice any changes until he looked in the mirror after. His blood ran cold. What the hell was this? He had hair on his chest. Not much, but more than he’d ever had before. And his legs! They were nearly smooth yesterday! He raised his hands to his head and saw a dark spot under his arms. Pit hair?! Dean was really starting to freak out now, but for some reason he lowered his nose down and sniffed at one of his pits. Despite having just washed them, they already smelled fairly strongly of sweat and body odor; the scent was almost… familiar. Despite his mind screaming in anguish, the smell calmed him slightly.

Dean tried to put the shower behind him as he got dressed and left the building. He had some shopping to get done before classes started and he wanted to get familiar with the area. An hour later he was walking down aisle after aisle of home goods and furniture, but his mind was somewhere else. He kept thinking about the hair growing on his chest, about Hunter’s strong odor, about how he couldn’t look away from Hunter’s rancid pits yesterday. He didn’t know what to think anymore, what was happening to him.

When he finally got back to the dorm he could already tell Hunter was inside, his smell leaking from under the door into the hall. It seemed slightly less putrid than before, but still an affront to his nose. WIth a deep breath, he opened the door. It was hot and smelly in the room, the afternoon sun blazing through the open window. Hunter was again laid out on his bed, this time entirely shirtless. His broad and toned torso was completely covered in thick hair, and drenched with sweat on top of that. He looked up at Dean and smiled.

“Hey champ! Where’ve you been?” he asked cheerfully. The question barely registered in Dean’s head as he was staring at the rug on Hunter’s chest. After a delay he responded.

“Oh, uh, just had some things I needed to pick up before school gets going,” he said. Hunter sat up and stretched his arms over his head, revealing both his sweaty pits. Dean was blasted by a fresh wave of the odor coming from them, but he didn’t recoil this time, or even gag.

“Ah yea, I should do that too probably,” Hunter laughed. He scratched at his pit, making eye contact with Dean while doing so. He noticed the bulge in Dean’s pants from across the room, before smiling devilishly. “I noticed this morning you’ve got a little more hair on you than I expected! Have to give you some credit,” he said with a smirk. Dean’s face went bright red.

“Did you do this? Are you the one fucking with my head? This isn’t me… It’s been in my head all day… How could you even…” Dean trailed off. Hunter stood up from the bed and walked over to Dean, his large size dwarfing the boy. At point blank the smell coming from Hunter was intoxicating, and Dean was internally torn. Part of him, the original Dean, was disgusted, the lack of cleanliness was an affront. But the other part of him had grown to love the scent, to think about it and Hunter all day, to crave it more and more. Hunter looked down at him with a cunning grin, before raising one of his arms and exposing that damp, rank, hairy pit. In that moment, the new Dean won. He stuck his face deep into Hunter’s dank armpit and breathed in, taking in the most intense smell yet. Hunter laughed and then grabbed the back of Dean's head and pushed it in even farther. Sweat dripped from Hunter’s pit hairs onto Dean’s face, his body soaked already from the thick summer heat.

As the sweat dripped down his face, Dean could feel something itching. The soft peach fuzz that had grown the night before was thickening. Light wisps grew into thick dark hairs, spreading from his upper lip and chin across his jaw and down his neck. The hairs pushed out quickly, filling in into a dense beard that scratched against Hunter’s pit. Hairs climbed up his cheeks, giving him a thick coating across his whole face, able to trap even more of the sweat dripping on him.

The sweat continued to drip down Dean’s neck and onto his chest as he breathed in more of Hunter’s thick scent. His flat chest began pushing outward, muscle piling onto his frame as two sturdy pecs made themselves known. The light coating of hairs he had grown was quickly overwhelmed as a carpet of thick dark curly hairs erupted across his chest. The sweat fertilized the open expanse as hairs wormed out all over his pecs, engulfing his nipples and tangling together. They reached up over his collarbone and even started growing in on his neck. The dense rug grew even thicker between his growing pecs, hairs multiplying until they looked like fur, hiding any skin. Dean pulled back from Hunter’s pit, gasping for fresh air as he rubbed his hands through the newly grown hair.

Dean felt almost high from taking in so much of Hunter’s pit stench. He wobbled back against his bed and continued to rub his hands through his new chest hair. He groaned as he felt his body continue to expand. His shoulders grew larger and rounder, biceps exploding with size, and his torso grew muscled and took on a V shape. He stripped off his sweat drenched shirt only to see the thick hairs from his stomach spreading downward. His tight stomach was buried beneath a dense mat of dark hairs as they raced south towards his groin. It was then that he finally noticed the massive bulge in his pants, his cock having grown at least a few inches and pushing his shorts to their limit. Hunter stepped over and ripped both his shorts and underwear clean off, letting Dean’s still growing cock bob free. Hunter grabbed it with one hand and before Dean could finish moaning he shoved his face back into his sweaty armpit. Dean’s open mouth was filled with sweaty hair, Hunter’s pungent sweat now dripping down his throat. Dean continued to moan from inside the pit, the pitch growing steadily deeper as his Adam’s apple pushed out.

Hunter took his hand off Dean’s cock, wiped it across his furry chest to get it nice and sweaty, then returned it and began stroking slowly up and down. Dean’s body shuddered with pleasure as pre immediately shot out of his cock. As Hunter slowly moved his hand he watched as the thin bush of hair around the base of the cock began to thicken up. Thick hairs began sprouting up like weeds, dark and curly they wove together into a monstrous bush that kept expanding. The hairs crawled all across his groin, up onto his stomach, and out onto his thighs, the bush only growing denser as more hairs sprouted between old ones. Within minutes Hunter could smell Dean’s growing scent as sweat gathered in the thick bush. Dean groaned as his balls swelled in size and hung lower, the sack becoming engulfed in the same thick fur as it raced from his groin to his ass. His hole was quickly surrounded by dark wiry hairs that sprouted densely in his crack, before blossoming out across his tight ass in a dense fur.

Dean kept moaning from within Hunter’s hairy pit, letting more sweat down his throat. His body continued to grow, muscles popping out across his arms and legs and his frame steadily bulking up. He was even growing taller as a result, Hunter had to push him back against the bed to keep his face locked in. The more Hunter stroked Dean’s cock the more hair continued to spread across his body. His thigh’s already dense coating only grew darker and thicker before moving on to his calves and feet. His shoulders began growing their own coat with thick hairs popping out across the broad expanse, with his arms following suit. His forearms grew dark with a thick rug stretching onto the backs of his hands.

Hunter released Dean’s face before reaching down into his newly grown bush. He got his hand nice and damp before raising Dean’s arms, exposing his paltry amount of hair, and starting rubbing the groin sweat in. Within seconds he could feel his hand rubbing through more hair than before, as new thicker hairs started to shoot up. Dark wiry hairs exploded from Dean’s armpits, forming into a thick tuft of hair that stuck out in every direction, even connecting to the rug on his chest. Hunter grinned as he began to smell Dean’s own scent coming from the pits, growing stronger as more and more hairs pushed out. The hairs kept spreading, giving Dean the thickest forest of pit hair Hunter had ever seen. Dean’s sweat stuck in the jungle, giving it a ripe scent almost immediately. Hunter released Dean from his grip, and his instincts commanded him to sniff his own ripe pits. Dean groaned as he smelled the sweaty odorous pits, scratching his fingers through the thick fur.

Dean then went to stroking his massive cock that Hunter had been edging for a while now. He moaned as each pump coursed through his body, adding more muscle and fur to his frame. His beard pushed out more from his face, even his back began to grow coated with fur. The room was thick with the mixed scents of Hunter and Dean now, and every breath was intoxicating. His breaths grew ragged as he neared climax, and with a roar his cock erupted with the biggest load of Dean’s life. Blast after blast of thick cum shot out, landing all over his hairy body, with some even flying onto Hunter, who laughed. Dean’s cock continued to drizzle the last bits of his load as he collapsed onto his bed, soaked in sweat and cum stuck in his thick body hair. He slowly rubbed his hands across his massive body, feeling how much he’d grown. He’d become a giant to match Hunter, muscled, hairy, and incredibly sweaty and smelly. The stench of both their sweaty bodies was too much for almost anyone, but all Dean craved was more.

Thank you all for 1,000 followers! What an insane milestone. Hope you enjoy this one!

#muscle growth #hair growth

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another-tf-library · 5 months ago

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Summer Blow-Up

Tyler looked around in complete envy. His cousin, Reece had invited every person in town over for a pool party at his house for the big summer event of the year. Tyler however was only invited because Reece's mom insisted. Looking around he had wished she hadn't. His scrawny body looked super out of place next to all the super model lookalikes.

He decided the best course of action was to just sit around for about an hour, then go home while feigning feeling sick.

About half an hour goes by, nothing substantial happening, but then a big burly man walks up to him, and sits down next to him on an unoccupied chair.

"Hey lil guy, why aren't you enjoying yourself in the sun?"

The mans deep voice sends shivers down Tyler's back.

"Oh... I didn't bring any sunscreen, nor a bathing suit for that matter."

The man grins and reaches underneath his chair. He pulls out a weirdly labeled bottle of sunscreen and a brightly colored speedo.

"Well I have just the thing for you then!"

Tyler gulps, a speedo is way to revealing for him and the colors will only draw more attention to him.

"N-no I'm good thank yo-"

"I insist lil man, no one should be sitting in the shade on a beautiful day like this, especially someone as cute as you."

Tyler can't help but blush at the mans remark.

"F-fine... but only for a little while."

The man grins widely.

"Perfect! The names Johnathan, but you can call me Johnny"

"Tyler"

Johnny stands up and motions Tyler to follow him.

Tyler begins to feel uneasy as he follows the big dude to a more secluded place of the villa.

"How about you change, and then I'll wait here and put the sunscreen on"

Tyler nods and takes the very soft and smooth feeling speedo out of Johnny's big hands and walks into the bathroom.

He quickly strips trying not to look at his reflection too much, and pulls on the speedo.

The soft fabric feels really good on his skin, but sadly, while not unpredictably, the speedo is quite a few sizes too big.

He pulls on the string to tighten it a bit, but there is still quite a lot of wiggle room.

He slowly walks out of the bathroom and looks at Johnny who marvels at the young mans appearance.

"You look amazing! Come here, I'll rub you in"

Johnny takes Tylers hand and leads him to a nearby couch.

"Just lay on your stomach I'll get your back." He ushers.

Tyler follows his command and takes place on the couch.

He hears Johnny put the sunscreen on his hands, and takes a deep breath.

The burly man then begins to rub the cream onto the younger mans back, gently but firm, and starts to massage it into his lithe body.

Tyler softly moans, the strong calloused hands of the man above him sending shivers down his spine. The cream gives him a weird feeling however, its almost as if a thin plastic layer is being put over his skin.

Johnny chuckles. "How are you feeling boy?"

"F-fine thanks. Just feels a bit... off"

"That's part of the... special formula, It will make you absorb the UV rays quickly so the tan comes super fast"

Tyler frowns , it sounds super contradictory to have sunscreen INCREASE the amount of UV you take in. Isn't it supposed to prevent that?

Before he can finish his thoughts Johnny quickly flips him over, and starts to lather the cream onto his torso.

"I must say, boy, you are really cute like this." Johnny looks deep into Tylers eyes, and the youth feels himself warm up.

"T-thanks... You're really good looking yourself"

"Why thank you." Johnny inches closer to Tyler, his face almost touching his. Tyler's eyes shoot towards the mans lips before quickly looking back into the mans eyes. Johnny sees this and smirks, and raises a hand to Tylers face, and softly takes hold of it. Before Tyler can process what happend, he feels Johnny's lips on his own. The big man is making out with him!

Johnny pushes his tongue into his mouth, and suddenly starts blowing. Tylers eyes widen, and he tries to push the big man off of him, but to no avail. Air keeps flowing into Tylers body, an absurd amount. So much even, that he can almost feel himself inflate. Wait.. he IS inflating!

Tyler's eyes shoot open and he looks at his stomach, which is bulging out obscenely. Johnny opens his eyes and looks warmly at the young man underneath him. He slowly pulls away but quickly puts his and over Tyler's face.

"Now hold on, don't let it escape." Tyler thrashes about, but Johnny quickly pins him down with his legs. With his free hand he softly strokes Tyler's bulging stomach, and then pushes into it with much force. Tyler's eyes almost pop out of his head as he sees the air flow into his arms, legs and chest and see the muscles bulging outward. His pecs quickly fill up, slightly jiggling due to the force with which the air flew into them. Before he can even make a sound Johnny removed his hand and began blowing into Tyler's mouth again.

This time however it was different. His whole body began to grow, and a very familiar hollow stretching sound rang through the room. It finally clicked. Somehow Johnny had turned him ... Inflatable, and his mouth was the nozzle. This thought barely left his mind before a massive wave of pleasure filled Tyler up. He looked down to see Johnny play with his speedo, and then saw that his bulge was expanding rapidly. Slowly stroking the literally ballooning bulge of the man, Johnny continued blowing up Tyler. Tyler wanted to stop him but the moment the rebellious thought entered his brain, his whole thought process came to a screeching halt.

Johnny leaned back again, this time however he didn't feel the need to stop the air from escaping.

"You see, the sunscreen is a bit of a prototype from my place of work. It turns you into a temporary balloon person as it may. The only downside however.. you become a literal air head. A true himbo. Don't worry thought, the loss of IQ should be temporary, I think, as well as the inflatableness.

Tyler rubs his temples as he looks at the man.

"Uhh.. yeh bro... sure"

Johnny smiles.

"You're so cute like this" "Ehehe thanks man"

Tyler slowly gets up and waddles to the bathroom, still needing to get used to his new physique.

Flexing in the mirror he grins, his brain still feeling very fuzzy and full of air. He turns to his hot partner and pulls him against his elongated, blown up chest and begins to make out with him. __________________________________________________________ Tyler or Ty as he now goes by, was the life of the party, his big almost balloon like chest quickly became beloved by all party goers.

Reece was super happy with the result. His plan to get Tyler out of his shell worked wonders and he was more than pleased with the added bonus of his coworker at Rakurai Inc. now having a new boyfriend.

Tyler was just happy to party, tan and leave all the thinking to Johnny.

#muscle growth

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another-tf-library · 6 months ago

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The Lost Year of Gain

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"Dude, you have most of the ingredients you need. You only lack commitment, if you don't mind me saying so." Steve is having another one of his coaching moments. I much prefer when he helps me with my form than him trying to be my shrink. I'm not quite acing all the tests, but I'm pretty darn close so I think I'm in a better position to analytically approach my exercises than he is. It's not like he is my coach anyway. He's just a big dude that happens to be at the gym most of the time when I'm working out. He helped me use some equipment correctly one time, and since then he's been friendly. He knows what he's doing, so I'm not ungrateful for his tips, but there is nothing more to it. Not even a gym buddy. A gym acquaintance.

On the other he does know what he is doing. He's easily the fittest person I personally know, and it wouldn't surprise me to know that the reason we see each other so often at the gym is that he spends most of his time here. "It's not that easy. I have a lot of other things to think about," I retort.

He's putting down his weights and looks at me with undivided attention. His chest is still heaving while his body is desperately trying to re-oxinate after his latest set, way heavier than anything I could muster. "I don't know if I've told you I study sports medicine. I've taken an interest in sports psychology and how it interacts with more recent neurological research. I think I might be able to help you there."

That he studied sports medicine was something he'd mentioned on a weekly basis, but I've always assumed it was mostly how to apply creams and massage strained muscles. "Like my motivational coach or something?" I don't mind him telling me to aim for the stars to hit the moon, as long as it doesn't steal time from studying.

"Nah, dude. You'll do it all by yourself. I'll just help set you in the right direction." "So, what ARE you proposing? Drugs?" "No. Not unless you want to anyway. I've been working on a kind of hypnosis thing I'd like to try out. Considering doing a thesis on it, actually. It'll make you really motivated for a set duration, like a year or so." "Hypnosis? I don't think. Well. I..." "Dude, I know. You think you are too clever. It actually works the other way. If you are too stupid you won't pick it up as easily." "What do I need to do?" "Just shake my hand," Steve says as he reaches out his hand. I reach out to grab it, but he quickly grabs my arm by the wrist, moves it to my forehead, and says "sleep".

There is like a disorienting wobble. The whole room is shifted around and I'm standing at a different spot, facing a different way. It's such an odd sensation, like I just woke up from a dream. Eminem's "Till I Collapse" is playing in my ears way too loud. I hate hip hop, I never play music at the gym, and I never play it this loud. Somehow I know it is coming from the phone in my hand and confused I look down at it. The phone is definitely my trusted old phone in my old Hulk case, but nothing else makes sense. I'm wearing gloves all of a sudden, but more shocking are the arms connecting the gloves to my body. They are huge, veiny, pure muscle arms. I'm not wearing the T-shirt anymore, but instead have some sleeveless thing on with the side of a pair of much more developed pecs than mine peeking out.

I turn towards the mirror and can't believe what I see. It's me alright, with a new haircut that is more tightly cropped with a machine on the sides. But going further down, below my face, things starts getting really unfamiliar. The neck is clearly thicker and everything the loose sleeveless shirt doesn't cover is massively bigger than moments ago. Just looking at how the shirt sits on my shoulders tells me it hides more changes. I grab hold of the hem of the shirt and pull it to the side. I'm stacked. Squares like a waffle iron, and not just from starving myself a washboard. I'm properly jacked with a wide waist and even wider shoulders.

My gears are slowly turning to try pull myself out of amazement and spit out solutions. Clearly this has something to do with the conversation I just had with Steve. I hit the button on the phone to get the lock screen and I'm just as startled by what I see. Same date as before, but one year later. What the hell? Did he knock me out for a year? I remove the glove, unlock the phone, and start look through what's in there. It looks very similar to what I would have expected from myself. Notes from classes. Messages from friends. Only things different are the meticulous workout schedule and diet notes. It's like my life had went on for a year without me.

Shit. Exam in three weeks according to the schedule, and I can't remember anything from the past year. I look back into the mirror. Perhaps... no, definitely worth it.

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another-tf-library · 7 months ago

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Oh fuck it. Why not. Photo submitted almost a year ago by “glurple” I had no idea what was coming my way. My neighbor Troy always seemed to look right past me anytime we were near. I mean, if I were him I guess I’d be staring right past my ear too. I’m the definition of adequacy. I work a 9 to 5 at the Verizon store, always have a couple of beers at the bar down the street after work, and am in bed at a tight 9:30. Troy, on the other hand was 6′2 with chestnut hair, an adorable smile… He really was the typical boy next door back home from college. Evidently, his junior year at LSU treated him well, since every morning since he came back he’d been out in his garage, door open, and deadlifting in the south Louisiana heat. He’d gotten ripped. I could wash my towels on those washboard abs! So you can imagine my surprise at seeing him wave at me that one Saturday morning before work.

Had I not forgotten my keys in the front door, spilled coffee on my seat, and left my lights on the night before, I wouldn’t have been so late that morning. Consequently, I would have been long gone by the time Troy opened his garage door across the cul-de-sac and started his routine. However, the perfect storm gathered that morning above my house and I had just begun backing up as that white garage door began it’s slow ascent. There in my rear view mirror, I saw Troy walking down his driveway. Though I assumed he was just running to get the mail, he blew right past the mailbox and kept walking toward my reversing car, waving his arms to get my attention.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up my man!” He shouted at me from the middle of our street, smiling an unfamiliar dopey grin. I slammed on my breaks, as not to hit the dumbass, and flipped the Toyota to park. My car sputtered and began to shake. Smoke began to bellow out of my hood, so by the time Troy reached my rolled down window, I’d turned the car off. Looks like I’d be a bit later than expected. “Shit, dude. What the fuck is goin’ on with your car?” He walked over to the front of the Toyota and lifted the hood. A big cloud of smoke wafted from the confines of the frontend, completely enveloping Troy. I quickly jumped out of the car- my insurance sure as hell would not cover some dumbass kid getting seriously burned by my car fire.

“Hey, Troy! You alright?” He walked out of the cloud, laughing like an idiot.

“Yeah, man! Looks like you got a leaking head gasket! I can fix it for you if you want? Come bring it across the street.” I flipped it in neutral and we pushed it across the street to his driveway, and I pulled the emergency brake. After putting in an embarrassing call to my less than enthused manager, I realized that Troy had already stripped his shirt off, and was shoulder deep into my car. “Ay! Can you grab me a bottle of Bars Leak for me? It’s over there in that cabinet.” I walked over to the tall metal cabinet he had pointed at, and opened the double doors. Apparently I tugged a little too briskly after catching a whiff of Troy’s sweaty body wafting toward me. The plastic bottle of Bars Leak fell atop my head. Luckily, the cap was screwed on tight; unluckily, the grease in an old paint can that sat atop the cabinet did not have a tightly screwed on cap. Before I knew what I’d done, I knew my red Verizon work polo, khakis, and loafers were covered in a thick sludge.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck bruh. Don’t know your own strength, man! Hold up, I’ll grab you some spare shorts. And shoes… And socks I guess…” He was in the house for all of 30 seconds before he’d come out. “Well they won’t smell like roses or anything, but they’ll work!” He tossed the pile of clothes on the Barbell rack next to me, and grabbed the bottle of whatever car juice he needed from my still shocked hands. He quietly sauntered back to the car and kept working.

I turned to look at what he’d tossed me, and I saw a pair of VERY short black shorts, yellowed white socks, and a pair of broken in white Adidas. Walking over to them, I understood his side comment all too well. Of roses they certainly did not smell. Perhaps of locker rooms and feet the smell was more similar to… But as the thick black grease continued to soak into my completely irredeemable clothes, I knew it was the best option I had. Plus, I’m not gonna lie: after weeks of watching Troy working out and glistening in beadlets of sweat… I couldn’t help but be really turned on by the prospect of being this close to these musky items.

After glancing behind me to see if Troy would see my less than perfect naked body, I stripped out of the oil-slicked work clothes. Some oil had gotten on my chest, but luckily (or perhaps intentionally) he’d not provided me a shirt. So, up my legs I pulled the shorts. The little netting pouch that lined it had been so stained with sweat and whatever salty scented liquid pooled in the front, that it was still wet and sticky from Troy’s last wear. Perhaps yesterday’s workout… I’d be a bald-faced liar if I denied getting a little hard at the feeling of his shorts around my groin.

Grabbing the socks, I eagerly slipped my foot into the dripping, reeking socks. Yes, I loved the smell. Yes, I loved the feeling. Yes, I LOVED the idea of bathing in Troy’s sweaty smell. I quickly thrust my socked feet into the four-sizes-too-large Adidas, and stood in front of the mirror. I gawked at the ridiculousness of me in his short, tight shorts and massive clown shoes. Add into the mix black stains of oil all over my tubby chest and I looked a damn fool. And yet, the growing bulge under that sticky fabric betrayed my true feelings.

“Ayy! I look good on you my dude, not gonna lie!” Troy walked up behind me, smacking me on my back. “Car’s just about finished. We just gotta turn it on and let it run for a sec. Make sure it doesn’t blow up on ya!” The car was propped up on a jack and the front wheels were quickly spinning. The fun was coming to an end quicker than I wanted. Once that car was back on all fours, I’d have to go to work, get back into uniform, go back to that same bullshit life that I was never happy with. “In the meantime, wanna spot me? We got like five minutes to kill, might as well make them worth it!” He was right, might as well.

He laid down on the bench, glistening just like every morning before, and every morning since. I stood behind him, hands under the barbell, ready for his set. He pulled the bell from the rack, and slowly brought them down to his chest. He struggled to push up, but did eventually re extend his arms back.

“One,” I began to count for him. Instinctively, I suppose.

“Two,” I felt my own arms feel tight and pulsate. I felt my blood pumping through every vein in my body, and the pain felt… strangely… good.

“Three,” My legs felt like they were kicked by a mule, and my knees nearly buckled at the surprising spasms. Waves of heat washed over every inch of me, and I felt every pore of mine open wide.

“Four,” Sweat began to pour from my skin, down my chest, down my forehead, down my legs, definitely down my groin… In fact, I felt something drop like a ten pound weight down south, and I groaned at the sensitivity it had suddenly developed.

“Five,” The spams were continuous now. One after the other, they synced with the waves of heat and I felt so much tighter than I’d ever experienced. It was as if my skin had shrunk and compressed snugly against me. I grunted with my labored breaths dropping to the bottom of my lungs.

“Six,” It was only then that I began to realize that Troy’s clothes, which had only moments ago did not fit me whatsoever had become relatively comfortable. They felt as if they were familiar to me. As if I’d worn them before.

“Seven,” The smell that wafted from the socks, the shorts, the shoes… it was all so familiar. But they were distinct from the addictive, strong scent now seeping from my dripping pits. The waves of spasms I had grown accustomed to. They rolled over me like tsunamis, and I took each like strong brick wall.

“Eight,” I looked down at my pulsating ripped pecs and abs, covered in oil… no, not oil… it was ink. I fixated on each design and could recall the very hours and places where I had gotten them done. The buzzing of the needle was almost comforting to me; in fact, I had an appointment in a few minutes for another one.

“Nine,” I started to cheer on my boy. I’d been here a hundred times before, but this time he’d upped his weight for the first time in a while. So here, I’m here to help and support my bud. My best bud. My bro.

“Ten!” He dropped the barbell back onto the rack and jumped up excitedly.

“WOO! Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about bruh!” Our hands clapped together in a vice grip and we pulled eachother into an embrace. “THAT is 300 pounds motherfucker!” I grinned at my bro, so proud. Back at the frat we’d only gotten to about 285, so after a summer of training, he’d finally gotten to 300. “When you get back from your tattoo appointment, we’re gonna be gettin’ you to 300. And when you get there… It’s gonna be raining shots for us tonight!” He slapped me on the back, and before I got back into my sexy black Mustang, we decided to commemorate this accomplishment on Instagram. I jumped onto the rack, and smiled with my million dollar grill and freshly blonde hair. Gotta do it for the ‘gram amirite?

#muscle growth

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another-tf-library · 7 months ago

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Your phone dinged- it was an email from your college. You'd been waiting for it all summer- you'd been dying to know what dorm you'd be in and who your roommate would be.

You were super excited for college, to be around other smart people, especially since you were going to an Ivy League. You'd kind of been an nerd in high school, but thought that in college, brains might be appreciated over brawn. You'd imagined it a lot- being around other smart people who could actually have a discussion, instead of the homophobic idiots you went to school with, the dumb jocks you had to take classes with, all the dumbasses who cared more about football than books and things like that. You hated being around these idiots more and more every year. Even though you always wished you looked more built, you never let yourself work out or go to the gym. You didn't want to be anything like them.

Grinning, googled your roommates name excitedly and found an Instagram….

Your jaw dropped. This had to be a joke.

He looked just like every stupid muscle head jock you been trying to get away from! You, scrolled and scrolled, hoping your opinion would change, but every picture was just him at the gym, or faxing, or at some party scene like a beach. He was really hot, but you didn’t really want a hot roommate, you just wanted a cool roommate.

You sighed, closing your laptop. There was no sense stressing about it now. You couldn’t really tell how a person was from a picture, anyway. Maybe he was a cool guy who just happened to work out.

But then school started, and your roommate was worse than you imagined- an annoying, pompous jock who thought he knew everything. All he talked about was lifting, dumb motivational sayings, and partying. He wasn't actually dumb- but that just somehow made it worse. It just added to his smug, superior attitude knowing he wasn't a typical dumb jock- and he loved to hear himself talk, always went on and on about everything to show you how much he knew. He wasn't even that douchey- he was just annoying as hell, always thinking he knew more and better, always acting like this great person so people would think that about him. He was even hotter in person, until he opened his mouth at least and the dumbest shit you ever heard seemed to come out of it without fail every time. Now, every time he spoke, he rolled your eyes and automatically tuned him out. It was the only way you could bear having to room with him.

It was awful at first, but the year is going by pretty fast. Before you knew it, winter break was here you were busy packing the last few things to head home. Ironically, you were as excited about going home as you have been to arrive at college. You couldn’t wait to be by yourself, away from this idiot, and not have to hear him or hear about working out or anything like that for a couple of days. Suddenly, your phone dinged. You went to grab it, but your roommate was right next to it, so he passed it over to you. His eyebrows raised as he stared at the screen. “Shit, man.”

“What?” You said as you took the phone. It was a gmail notification.

FLIGHT CANCELLED.

Your stomach dropped. You were already leaving late because your last final had been on the last day the school was open, at the dorms and closed for break that night at midnight. You lived across the country.

“Fuck! What am I supposed to do now,” you said more to yourself and more out of frustration than to him. You didn’t even consider that his dumbass would have any ideas for you.

“Well, why don’t you come stay with me for a little while?”

You looked up at him, eyebrow raised and pretty surprised that he’d offer, till you remembered he was too dumb and clueless to realize how much you didn't like him. You wanted to tell him it was fine, no thanks… but you had no other options now, aside from maybe sleeping in the airport till the blizzard passed. That could be hours or even days, though

“You mean it?”

“Of course man! Look, I know we’re not like, best buds, or gym bros or anything like that, I’m not just gonna leave you stranded here. I’m heading out in like an hour. You can come stay at my place a night or two until you can figure out another flight.”

It wasn’t ideal, but like you’d already realized, you had no other choice right now. You packed the last of your things and put them in his car. The snow was already starting when you left, and came down harder and harder as you drove the 20 or 30 minutes over to his house. You were kind of scared sometimes, but he was actually a really good driver. Anytime this car slid or skidded even a little, it was like he knew exactly what to do to get it back on track. His big muscular arm bulged now and then as he gripped the steering wheel tight when the Jeep had fishtailed briefly a few times, and you caught yourself staring at it a little too long more than once. It was honestly really impressive to watch, you would’ve been freaking out if the car skidded at all like that, but he stayed totally calm. Maybe he did know a thing or two after all.

He already texted his parents and explanation of why you were coming, so they had a plate the food ready for you when you arrived. You weren’t that surprised to see the rest of his family was kind of like him. He had a brother who was like a little jock in training, and a Dad who was like a veteran jock. The conversation was pretty similar to what you’d expected – nothing really substantial, with each of them nodding dumbly every time one of them said something equally dumb.

Once dinner was done you headed upstairs with him.

"So, there's a guest room, but there's also a bed in my room that used to be my brothers. I think you should sleep in that one. It'll be a lot more comfortable."

"I dunno-"

"C'mon man! It'll be just like at school! Plus, there's a bathroom in there. Otherwise you have to share with the rest of my family," he said with a big dumb grin. You sighed. He was just so oblivious, but he had saved your ass letting you stay here, and you didn't want to be rude.

"Alright, fine," you said, heading into his room with him. You saw a picture of him and his brother on his dresser. They were identical. A gold chain necklace was draped over the frame.

"You guys were twins?"

"Yeah..."

"Where did he go?" you asked.

He shrugged. "Fell in love with some girl from another country. Out of the blue, he told us he was moving there with her. Had a big fight with me and my parents over it, and hasn't talked to anyone since. It really sucks. He was my main gym bro."

"Ah, that sucks," you said, not sure of what to say.

"Anyway, lets get to bed," he said, sliding his shirt and pants off. It was a shame he was so dumb, because you would have thought he was so sexy otherwise. He'd been right though- this bed was really comfy. You drifted off to sleep after a few moments, exhausted from packing.

He slid out of bed, opened the closet, and pulled a pair of his brother's old gym shoes out. They were so rank he could smell them from a couple feet away. He slid them under your bed quietly and stepped back, watching the smell seep into you. Your nose wrinkled at first, but he smiled when you started to draw slow, deep inhales of the scent. Then, he pulled his sweaty gym clothes out from earlier, wringing them out into a cologne bottle he left on the bathroom counter.

"Night night, future gym bro," he said, getting back under his covers.

You woke up the next morning feeling groggy and lethargic. When you opened your eyes, you saw him in the bathroom with the door open, doing the same morning routine he did at school. The thing was, you never really saw him do it that much, because you always avoided using the bathroom when he was in there, otherwise he'd start talking your ear off. He was washing his face. His thick muscles shifted with every slight movement. You knew he was showing off, but fuck was he sexy. It was early and you were still pretty groggy and horny and half-asleep, so much so that you found yourself staring at him, unable to look away. You felt like an asshole, suddenly. He'd invited you here in an emergency, and you'd been rude and judgmental the whole time. His chiseled abs contracted as he bent over the sink and scrubbed his face.

He must've felt your gaze on him, because he turned over to you. "Hey man," he said, "Yo. c'mere. You gotta smell this cologne I just got."

You rolled your eyes, but instead of being annoyed, you smiled. He was so cute, in a dumb way. You got up and walked into the bathroom, pulling your boner into your pants elastic so he wouldn't see it. It was good you did, because you felt your cock surge as he raised his arms and sprayed the cologne into his muscular pits.

His biceps peaked as he did. He looked like a model. And the cologne smelled amazing. He noticed you watching him flex and smirked. "You like those, huh? Haha," he said with a laugh.

"Uh- yeah man, really cut... ha ha" you said, trying to play it cool.

"We could get your like that I think," he said, gripping your tiny arms with his big hands.

"Haha, no thanks," you said, stepping back. Still, the scent of the cologne drifted over to you. You had to admit, it smelled pretty good. Kind of familiar, too.

"C'mon man, why not?"

"The gym really isn't my thing."

"Have you ever even been?" he asked, giving his pits another blast of cologne.

"No. Just really not my thing," you said. You got another huge whiff of the cologne just as you turned away from the door. You stopped suddenly. Damn, it smelled good- like it was getting better and better by the second. You took a deep whiff. You didn't want to walk away from it.

"Yo, what brand is that?"

"It's an off brand," he said, "i dunno really."

"Can I try some?" you said, taking another deep inhale. The smell was invigorating. It made you feel like you were bursting with energy- energy you needed to release.

He smirked. "If you come to the gym with me, maybe."

You were about to say no, but you really, really wanted to try that cologne. Plus, you had so much energy now, you needed some way to burn it off. And what else would you do all day? Sit around with his weird family?

"Ok, fine," you said, "But I'm just doing the treadmill though. Maybe an eliptical."

He shrugged. "Everyone's gotta start somewhere. What matters is, we're finally gym bros dude!"

"I don't know about all that," you said with a laugh, going to put your shoes on. He was so dumb and easily pleased. Like, who gave a shit if you went to the gym with him or not? Why did it matter so much?

You frowned down as you tried to put your shoes on. For some reason, they seemed smaller. You could barley fit them on, like your foot had grown overnight or something.

"Hey man, i got you," he said, reaching under his brothers bed. He pulled a pair of gym shoes out for you. "These should fit."

You picked them up. They smelled familiar and nice, kind of like the cologne. You were really excited to wear them for some reason, and after you put them on, you felt even better about your decision to go to the gym. You rocked your legs back and forth, bursting with energy. "You ready dude?" you said.

"Lets get it," he said nodding you out the door. "Oh wait. Almost forgot." He reached into his bag and tossed the bottle of cologne over to you. "All yours, man," he said with a grin.

"Thanks bruh," you said, spraying a thick coating under your arms. You wondered why you were talking like that, but as the cologne filled your nose, the thought faded away.

You'd stayed on the treadmill for a while at first, but even there, you were shocked at how fast you could run without getting tired. His brother's old gym shoes were so broken in and cushioned that it felt like you were running on air. But you'd been watching him while he lifted, watching him while the cologne you drenched yourself in seeped into your nose. Running wasn't enough. You needed something to release more energy. You headed over to him, asking if you could join.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. He was drenched in sweat that got all over your clothes. "Here, hit some curls with me," he'd said, handing you a dumbbell. It felt weird but... right in your hand, like you'd finally undergone some masculine right of passage you'd been putting off. You lifted it, but with terrible form.

"Nah man, like this," he said, springing up, and before you knew it he was behind you, his big frame dwarfing yours, and gripped your hands with his own, pushing them up into a proper curl.

"See man? Just like this. Up.... and down," he said slowly into your ear.

He did it a couple times. It felt nice, having him show you. He was a real nice guy, you thought, feeling his hands gripping you own. Your eyes started to glaze over- but when he left go, you immediately started overcompensating with your back. In a flash, he was behind you again.

"Nah bro. You're thinking too much," he said slowly. "Stop. Thinking." he said, gripping your hands again. You were about to tell him to fuck off, but the thought faded away suddenly as his skin touched yours. All your thoughts did, Your head became an empty vacuum.

"Up," he said slowly into your ear, lifting your arms.

Up. Yes. Up. The single directive rushed in to fill the entirety of your empty mind. Up. Up. Up.

He lowered them slowly, maintaining the tension. "And Down."

And Down. Yes. The other two words entered your brain, filling any gaps missed by Up. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

"Up. And Down.," he said in your ear. "That's all that matters. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down."

Your lips began to say the words slowly, matching your movements. Your eyes became totally glazed, and this time, when he let go, you didn't stop. You kept moving with the perfect form he'd just programed into you while he picked up his own dumbbells and lifted next to you moving in sync... it felt so.. nice... moving up...and down....up... and down...

You hadn't remembered much more after that till you were both in the locker room, drenched in sweat after a full workout.

"Great job, man," he said, pulling you in for a high-five hug again. Your sweaty bodies and pumped muscles rubbed against each other in the exchange.

"Thanks bro," you said, still invigorated from the workout. It felt fuckin great. And he'd been so great, showing you proper form for every move, correcting you, adjusting the weight for you. As you both left, you once again felt like an ass for being so rude to him all these months...

When you got home and showered, you felt something itchy under your arms. Checking it out, you noticed your pit hair had gotten a lot darker and thicker. You shrugged. You were almost a year younger than most of your classmates with the way your birthday fell. It must've been the final strokes of puberty, or something.

You headed into your roommate's room for bed. He was propped up in bed in just his underwear, massaging himself with a theragun, nearly moaning. You laughed as you looked at him. He smirked, realizing how funny it looked.

"Laugh all you want, dude, but if you tried it, you'd feel the same way."

"Lemme try then. I'm pretty sore from today already. I still can't believe you convinced me to do weights."

"Haha. I knew you had it in you bro," he said, walking over to you with the theragun. "Aren't you glad you did?"

"Yeah," you said honestly. It had actually felt surprisingly good.

"Letssss gooooo, man!" he yelled excitedly, pulling you in for a bro hug. "Good shit bro. The treadmill is for pussies. You gotta pump these guns, otherwise you're wasting time."

You were about to argue when the theragun hit your sore tricep. The thought slowly faded away as bursts of pleasure rippled out from your muscles. You fell onto the bed, overwhelmed by the feeling, but he kept the gun on you steadily the whole time, watching you squirm and moan. It didn't just feel like a massage, it felt like a whole other workout. You felt the blood pumping into your arms, felt them getting warmer as they bulged and swelled. It felt incredible. He moved around to your bicep, then shoulders, then upper back. He lifted your arms to get underneath them, and you thought you saw his eyes linger on your hairy pits, smiling at them, but you were too preoccupied to think about it. You weren't sure how long he kept at it, but by time he was done, you felt amazing.

"Woah, thanks brah."

"Anytime. Why don't you wash up? We gotta be up early to hit the gym."

"For sure bro," you said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. Yeah, you'd hit the gym again tomorrow. It wasn't even a question, really.

Your eyes widened as you stared in the mirror. You arms looked huge! They hadn't looked this big when you'd gotten out of the shower.

He noticed you admiring them. "It's the theragun, and the uh.... the hot shower. Gets the blood pumped into them. It'll probably be gone in the morning," he said.

"Oh...makes sense," you said, brushing your teeth and sliding into bed.

Once he heard you snoring, he slipped out of bed and grabbed his shaving cream, heading into the bathroom. He whipped his thick cock out and stared at a couple of bimbos getting fucked on his phone, shooting a hot, huge load right into the cream. He swirled it around with his finger, mixing it, then dabbed a bit onto his hand as he headed over to you. He gently spread it over your face, smearing the extra under your pits. Smiling, he went to bed.

You woke up the next day feeling sore and... itchy. You thought it was the pillow, but no matter how you moved, the feeling never went away. Blinking, you scratched at your face, where the feeling was coming from. Your hand met a rough surface. You felt around your face until you realized it was... stubble? But you'd only really had that above your lips. You felt more and more, but it was definitely there.

He looked over to the bathroom. He was up already, shaving in the mirror. He caught your eye again “Hey man. Sleep good?“

“Yeah man, but it looks like some of my facial hair came in overnight or something. It's all itchy.”

You scratched it again, but then thought another itchy, feeling coming out from under your arm. Lifting your arm, you noticed that your pit hair looked even thicker and darker than the night before. And despite what he said about the Theragun and shower, your arms still looked huge. You stare at your body, confused. That late puberty really was hitting you like a train.

"Hey bro, that’s just what happens when you get that testosterone pumping. Come here, I’ll take care of that for you. Just let me finish up.“

You approached as he lifted his chin, showing off his thick neck and sliding his shaver across it. It was strange to watch. You were the same age, and he looked so natural doing it, but it was something you'd never done before. You never had enough facial hair to.

He turned to you, lifting your chin up with one finger, inspecting your stubble. He looked pleased for some reason. He grabbed a jar of shaving cream and opened it- but he hadn't used any? With his razor, he could shave dry, so why-

He smeared the shaving cream on your face, and the cool, minty feeling wiped the question from your mind. Your eyes drooped to his beefy pecs and six pack in front of you as he moved the razor softly over your skin. "You just go nice and slow, just like this," he said, shaving you delicately. Your heart beat faster. It felt weirdly... intimate. You guessed this was something Dad's or older brothers showed youhow to do, but you hadn't had one. You watched intently, trying not to shudder where his fingers grazed your skin. What was weird was, even as the razor removed the hair, it seemed to leave more stubble behind.. but... you liked it. You almost looked... hot. He kept going, till you had a thick 5 o clock shadow just like his.

"I'll let you finish up," he said, sliding you the shaved and shaving cream. "You should shave your pits too, brah. Makes lifting easier. Less irritation."

"Sounds good man," you said, smearing a thick coating of shaving cream onto your hairy pits. It tingled like before. Just like with your face, even though it removed the hair, it seemed to leave more hair follicles behind. You squinted at it. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Ready to hit the gym again?"

"Hell yeah," you said. "But I just have to check flights first-"

"Ah, you know, I was gonna check for you earlier, but our Wifi was acting up."

"That's cool. I can just check on my phone."

"Alright. But just get dressed first," he said, handing you his brothers shoes again.

You were going to tell him to just wait, but the sight of the shoes got you excited. You'd felt really good wearing them.

"Alright," you said, taking them and eagerly sliding them on. The second you tied them, you stood up, pumping your legs one after another. You felt ready to go!

"Oh. and don't forget the cologne. You don't wanna smell like sweat, ya know," he said with a laugh as he tossed you the bottle. It excited you, just like the shoes. You sprayed about ten or eleven sprays on you, letting the scent fill your nose. It smelled even better than the day before. You felt filled with energy, invigorated again, like you needed to get out and release it. But first you just had to... had.... to... look... at...... you................had................to..........look..........at......f....???

"Yo, was I gonna do something man?" you asked, brow hunching in the same confused, dumb way his usually did.

"Yeah. You were gonna wear my gym clothes since you don't have your own. You just asked like a minute ago, man, haha. Remember?"

"Ah, my bad," you said laughing. You'd really zoned out there, haha. You threw on the muscle tee and thigh shorts he tossed you. They must've been from a three pack or something, because he put on the same exact ones.

"Lets get it, brah," he said, slapping you on the back.

"Lets gooo!" you said back, and you guys headed out.

It was the same as the day before. You were doing shoulder presses awfully at first, feeling awkward and self concious, but then his hands were under your arms and his voice was in your ear.

"Up and down, bro. Up and down. That's all that matters. Let all those other thoughts, other things you know about go. They're just weighing you down. You only need to know three things, bro."

You nodded, eyes glazing over again. "Up. And Down," you said, pressing the weight overhead cleanly. "Up. And Down," you repated, sinking into a smooth rhythm of presses. He stood next to you again, lifting at the same time as you. You felt yourself sweating all your thoughts out, getting dumber by the second. You knew you should stop but- buuu- u- up....

Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

He took you through a bunch of other exercises, reminding you whenever he saw you lose focus. Up. And Down. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.

You both got home an hour or two later, still panting and dripping with sweat from your lifts.

"That was sick, bro," he said, peeling his wet shirt off and bouncing his pecs in the mirror.

"Yeah, I feel great," you said, starting to peel the muscle tee off. It was tight, even before your pump, like it had been clinging to you throughout your workout, warming your chest. Now, it was tight because your chest seemed a lot bigger.

"Chest day best day!" He inhaled deeply. "Ah, you smell that bro? I missed that smell. When me and my twin would get back from the gym, this room would stink up in like 30 seconds and reek for days. Its been a while."

"Damn, it does reek in here," you said with a dumb laugh.

"Breathe it in. That's the smell of hard work, bruh."

You both took a deep inhale, laughing. It was so good having a friend to be a stupid guy with.

"Yeah, man," you said, finally managing to peel the shirt off. Your chest looked huge, wide, and puffy. Almost exactly like his... that was... weird....but they looked so... so... good... just like your shoulders you'd hit that day... and your back.... your lats looked like... like wings... wings..... flight.... wasn't there something you were supposed to do with a fligh-

You let out a gasp that turned into an "ahhhhhh" as he hit your sore muscles with the theragun. Part of you was realizing what was happening. You were still smart- somewhere in there. You were... you were somehow turning into him, literally. You tried to think about how, but it hurt. All the blood your brain was used to was flowing into your shoulders and chest as he massaged them. Thinking felt... bad... but... what was in the mirror looked... good.... yeah. You looked fucking good, like this. Yo.... you looked so good haha. Thinking.... bad.... lifting.... good... blood in... muscles.... not in.... brain.... lift.... more... get... sexier.

You felt energy surge through you again. Instinctually, you flexed in the mirror the way he did in the morning, grunting and scrunching your face. Toned muscle bulged under your skin as more and more blood and oxygen left your brain and poured into your muscles. You looked big, but you still felt small. You needed to get bigger... it felt.... urgent... like any time you spent not working out was time wasted. Your thoughts faded as he moved the theragun over you and your chest. It almost was like an exact replica of his.

Your eyes moved to him.

Gym.... bro.... love my.... gym.... bro.... love my..... bro.... wanna.... workout.... with my... bro

"Yo, it's still pretty early bro. You think we could lift again tonight, after dinner?"

"That's what I'm talkin about man," he said, slapping you on the back. "Love seeing you finally motivated to get in the gym and work on yourself."

"Feels great, dude," you said, hitting another pose in the mirror, staring at your muscles. Bigger.... need to.... get.... bigger...

"I told ya so."

"I know. I should've listened earlier. You're so smart, man."

"Haha, thanks man. Lets go get our protein in so we can get out there again. I'll go make our shakes. You shower first man- you stink," he said with a laugh.

"Haha," you said, lifting your pit and taking a big whiff of it. You did reek, but it smelled good, in a way. Like a sign of your hard work.

"Damn bro. I'm gonna need a gas mask in here," he joked, laughing as he walked out.

You laughed back. Joking with your bro was the best. You got into the shower, feeling all the new muscle in your body move under your skin. Feeling its power. The hot water just exacerbated it. You felt big- strong- but needed to get bigger- stronger- the thought was constant.

But- this wasn't... you?

You didn't... care about this stuff.

No.

This was all wrong. What were you doing lifting, focusing on superficial shit like this? What were you doing hanging around with this idiot? No- you had to get out of here. You'd be polite to him, but as soon as you got out of the shower, you'd book a flight for the next day. Enough of this! You'd been getting swayed by a pretty boy being nice to you, and it needed to stop.

He came in with the protein shakes just as you got out of the shower.

"Here you go man," he said, handing it to you. "Gave you a little extra," he said with a wink. Your glass had a little more in it than his did.

"Thanks dude," you said, putting it down. Fuck him and his protein shakes! "I'll have it in a minute. I just remembered I need to look up flights."

"You should really drink it first," he said, handing it back to you. "It's best to drink it as soon as possible. You don't wanna stay small, do you?"

Small? Small? No- never small- big- need to be big- big- huge- need- protein-

"Fuck no," you said suddenly, and before you could stop yourself you were grabbing it and gulping it down. It tasted good. Creamy. Really creamy.

"Damn that's good," you said, cheersing with him when he finished his. It was like you could feel the protein seeping through your body, repairing you. It felt so good. You felt confused, though.

"Yo, was I about to do something?" you asked.

"Yeah man. We were gonna do our meal preps for the rest of break. I'm so glad you decided to spend break here to focus on working out instead of going home with your family," he said.

"Huh? No, no, something with my phone..."

"Yeah man, remember? You were gonna tell your family you weren't gonna make it home this year. You really wanted to see them, but you didn't wanna waste a whole month away from your gym bro when you could be learning from me & making gains. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah yeah," you said. That made sense. Why else would you be here "Hell yeah man! Three solid weeks of nothing but lifting with my bro. No stupid classes or reading to distract us from what matters."

"Exactly man," he said, "C'mon, lets go make our meals for the week. Chicken broccoli and rice city!" You did, then headed to the gym.

You did legs this time.

"Just remember," he said as you got under the squat rack.

You nodded vacantly, feeling your mind slowly emptying again of everything except those three words. Up. And Down. Up. And Down.... Up ... And.... Down....

The next thing you knew you were grunting and dripping sweat as you boosted the 6 plates on your last rep up. Your legs were throbbing, bulging, and felt amazing. They looked bigger already, and you'd only done 4 sets of one exercise. He nodded approvingly.

You both got back from the 2nd round at the gym a couple hours later, scarfing your meals down out of your microwavable meal prep trays.

"Yo, did you see all those pussies on the treadmill staring at us?" you laughed.

"Of course man," he said, laughing back. "That's all they can do," he said as he flexed his huge, pumped muscles. "Stare and wish they were us."

"Feels good," you said, scarfing down your food. Both of you ate like pigs, spilling rice and shredded chicken all over your laps and the sides of your mouths. He went to get your protein shakes, and came back a few minutes later, once again with yours a little bit more full and creamy than his. Extra supps, he told you. When you were done, you cracked open the six pack his Dad had bought for you guys and started slamming them down while watching Family Guy, both laughing dumbly every couple minutes at it. You used to hate this show... but it was so funny! You'd just never given it a chance.

About 2 hours later, with empty beer cans strewn all around the room, you guys decided to get to bed. He went into the bathroom first, brushing his teeth and whipping his dick out to take a long, hot piss in the toilet. His eyes flickered over to your toothbrush, and he smiled. Grabbing it, he dropped it in front of his stream of piss, making sure to soak it thoroughly before putting it back in the holder.

You came in once he was done and started brushing your teeth. Your toothbrush felt warm and tasted kind of funny, thank you, fuck it. You instinctually swallowed it as the taste hit your tongue, sucking it deep in to your stomach. It felt like your stomach was rumbling, then tightening, then pushing out, then tightening again. When you were done brushing your teeth, you lifted your shirt up to reveal a nice set of toned abs just like his. You smiled. Damn, he was a really good coach.

You stared into the mirror, reflecting on how much you'd changed over the last few days. You smiled dumbly, hitting pose after pose in the mirror. In pretty much everything but your face, you looked just like him now. Your arms were thick and corded, your pecs sat nice and high, your legs were ripped, stomach shredded. Even your feet had gotten bigger, going from a size 8 to a size 13, just like his, and you'd grown a few inches, too. Wait... taller? You didn't get taller from the gym...

...

...and why were you his exact height?

You threw open the bathroom door.

"Yo, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean, bro? Chill."

"Nah man. Are you like, turning me into you or some shit? This isn't cool, bro," you said, struggling to talk like how you used to, before "bro" and "man" and "bruh" were every other word?

He smiled. "Into me? Of course not. You could never be me. But I am making you into my twin brother, bro. Haha."

"Well it stops now, weirdo. I'm outta her-"

He grabbed your arms, pulling them towards your head, forcing you to flex. You let out a moan as blood pumped out of your brain, into your sore muscles. It felt so good. So warm... so.... relaxing. But, no, you had to leave – he turned you towards the mirror, showing you your reflection as you flexed. You gave a dumb smile at the hunk staring back at you, at all your hard work- no, he wasn’t gonna get you like this again---

"Just look at yourself, bro," he said slowly massaging your thick traps. Waves of heat flowed over you- no– you had to- leave. He bent down, lifting your leg onto the ball of your foot. Your thick calf muscles contracted, stealing more blood from your brain, pumping more down into your body. It felt so good after a long workout. So good. So waaaaarm, you thought while he bent you into pose after pose like his mannequin and you stared in awe at what you'd become. You were.... hot.

"You’re telling me you don’t like this, bro? That you'd rather be a little nerdy bitch like before?"

It– it felt so… Good... you looked so… Good... you look like… Someone you would’ve thirsted after for months before .. you... loved it. It felt good. Before you knew it, he'd taken his brother's chain off the dresser and fastened it around your neck.

Your mind instantly blanked as he did it. What the fuck were you thinking? Leaving? When he was fucking turning you into a god for free? What kinda ungrateful piece of shit loser was the old you? Nah, he wanted nothing to do with that shit. You were lucky to be here.

"I was gonna wait until we were done to do this to you, but since that nerd in you has so much fight apparently, we can just get it over with now. It doesn’t really matter," he said.

"You want to act like a fag? I’ll treat you like a fag, boy," he said grabbing your head and rubbing it against his bulge. His big. Warm.. bulge... Your eyes glazed even more. "That's right, broski. Tell me how you really feel."

He was fucking sexy. You tried to lie to yourself all year and tell yourself that you didn’t like him, that he was annoying, that he was an idiot. But still, you stared at him whenever you could, every time he'd come into the room with his towel... take a peek every time he was in his boxers. Pretended you didn’t like him and denied it. But you did. You hated the girls that he brought back to the room because you wished it was you in there, getting pounded out by him, or maybe you wished you were him, getting to be such a stupid fucking asshole and still getting all the ass you wanted. He must’ve felt like a king.

You suddenly realize'd that you said all this out loud. Your mouth dropped open in surprise- but- how...

"Good, good. Now tell me, wouldn’t it feel nice if someone felt that way about you, boy?" Your eyes lit up.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. You’re going to be a God just like me boy. And I get the gym bro! Everyone wins."

You nodded slowly as he pulled his cock out, rubbing it against your face. Yeaaaaaah. Jock cock. You'd always loved jock cock when you'd been.... gay? No, you weren't gay... you'd never been gay. This was just bonding with your bro, haha.

Your tongue lapped up the precum off the tip of his dick. He shuddered, his cut, muscular hips thrusting instinctually. Your mouth opened just as automatically, sucking his cock. It felt so easy to hold yourself up with your new, big muscles as he pounded your mouth. His balls slipped out of his boxers, slapping you in the face as he thrust into you. They smelled great.

"Ahhhhhh yeah," he said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his tight ass. You gripped it, feeling the power from years of squats in it. "We got one more step left, broski. Tomorrow we're gonna put my facecream and gel on you and fix that busted face and wack haircut of yours. You’ll look just like me, bro. And you'll love it. I want that nerd inside of you watching while I snuff the last of him out- well, while you do it, really. He'd hate you so much, now," he said, pulling you off his dick and turning you towards the mirror again. "Look at you now, just a dumb jock big boy."

You smiled goofily in the mirror, flexing again at the sight of yourself. "Dumb jock big boy". The words resonated in your brain. Yeah, dumb jock big boy you thought, flexing harder. Hahaha. No- you weren't a jo- dumb jock big boy. Hahahaha. Yeah, you were just a dumb jock big boy- no- no- you were smar... just a dumb jock big boy. No matter what else you tried to think, it was the only thing your mind would land on. You flexed even more. You couldn't help it. Your body looked... so.... fucking... good. You felt like a ... man. Brutish. Powerful. You had muscles... big... muscles.... you couldn't stop staring... you fely so... powerful... needed... more powee. Needed... to get bigger. Needed... to be a msn not a cyck beta loser.

"That's it. Who's my dumb jock bro?"

"Me," you said proudly.

"I thought you were too good for that shit tho? Too smart?"

"Nah," you said.

"Damn boy, I trained you good."

"Yes. Showed me what matters. Need to get bigger," you said in a trance. Any resistance felt far away now. You couldn't really talk in complete sentences anymore. "Bigger. Stronger. More powerful."

"We will get you there, bro," he said, sliding your mouth back onto his cock. We're going to get you there, together. Plus, then we can be reeeeaaal bros! Like, bros for real. We can tell my parents my bro came back. You can just enroll in school and come back with me. It'll be like he never left. And you actually get to be something, instead of being a dumb nerd. Everyone wins!"

You nodded. Real bros. He was like your brother already, kinda. Yeah.

"I love you bro," you said.

"I love you to bro- ahhh- AHhhhhhh"

You felt his legs tense and back arch a little, and a blast of his cum shot down your throat, then another, then another. The necklace got hot around your neck as you swallowed them. You gulped each down, feeling your body absorbing them, feeling him seep into you, take you over, and crush any chance you had of turning back. Yeah. Good. You didn't want to turn back. You didn't want the nerd loser in you to take control. This was you now. You were in control.

He thrust into you a couple more times as you licked the last of his cum off his cock. He tapped the back of your head twice approvingly as you finished him off and slid his cock out of your mouth.

"See you in the morning, bro. You won't remember this part tomorrow. You'll just wake up, see my putting my moisturizer on and gel in, and come to do the same. Like I said, I want that nerd inside you watching while we complete your transformation, wanting to stop it, but unable to. Because this," he said, placing your hand on his bicep, and placing your other hand on your own bicep, "just feels too good."

You nodded dumbly. "I love you, bro" was all you could say.

"Love you too, bro. Goodnight!"

You woke up the next morning, just as he said, to see him putting the moisturizer all over his face and styling his hair. You walked over, asking him if you could use some. He looked so good. You just really wanted to use whatever he used.

"Sure thing, bro. What's mine is yours."

He passed it to you. You took a thick glob out, smearing it on your face. It tingles a little bit as you put it on, like the shaving cream head. Part of you was yelling, no, that you didn't like this, that you wanted to keep your old life, that you didn't want to be his twin and give up everything you had, but that voice was quiet now. It was drowned out by the demands of your big, hulking body, your shrinking brain, the testosterone pumping through you, and the burning desire you know how to get bigger and look good, constantly. The old you needed to go. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't stop you from rubbing the cream in deeper and deeper. Had... to... look.... good... you thought as you ran a big glob of his white gel through your hair.

You both watched, smiling, as your face bubbled and changed and your hair lightened and shortened, perfectly matching his, erasing the final part of you. His brothers Your chain got hot around your neck as a bunch of his brother's your old memories floated into your head. All the details of his your life, everything you needed to know to convince his your parents that he'd you'd come back home.

"It's so great to have you back, bro," your roommate brother said. "I been so lonely at the gym," he said flexing in the mirror.

"Good to be back, bro," you said, hitting the same pose.

His real brother never did end up coming back. You lived happily ever after as a dumb jock big boy, hitting the gym with your bro everyday.

#mental change #muscle growth

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For @teku73neku69. I’m still typing on my broken iPhone, so excuse the potential typos that will pop up.

Harry had been working out for the past two hours, desperately trying to lose his stubborn paunch. The past few years of 9 to 5 cubicle life had taken a toll on his self esteem, so thanks to a wayward Pinterest post, he bought a membership at the local neighborhood gym. After his first day of a rather pathetic attempt at the rowing machine and treadmill, he thought a nice relaxing stint in the sauna would help relax his aching legs.

Opening the thick cedar wood door to the sauna, the humid air burst forth through the opening. He walked over the creaking wooden floor, and plopped down onto the dry, warm bench. The oppressive heat combined with the subtle pain in his neck encouraged him to relax and melt into a slouch, ignoring the other patron lounging in the corner.

Like a panther stalking it’s prey, the man sitting hunched over in the corner stared at Harry. He silently analyzed him, all the while smirking with restrained excitement.

“First time?” Harry jumped, startled by the unseen man sharing the sweltering sauna. He gingerly nodded, praying to God he could escape any socialization with this… gorgeous man. The man was glistening with crystalline beads of sweat across his sumkissed skin. Every crevice between his hard muscles was brilliantly outlined with the glow of steamy sweat and light forests of hair. His rugged beard surrounded his cocky smirk, bringing direct attention to his supple lips and sweet saccharine eyes. Harry was caught off guard, tripping over whatever words he could muster.

The jock knew of his magnetic presence all too well. Many a man have been caught in his irresistible web. He’d done this schtick thousands of times over his lifetime, it’d never failed him thus. Cockiness was a given.

“Never seen ya before. The name’s Matty.” Harry shifted uncomfortably as Matty jumped down from the bench above him, plopping down right next to him. He stretched his arms out and spread his legs with a big sigh. “Nothing like a good sauna after a long ass lift session.” What appeared to Harry as dimwitted jockspeak and typical broish behavior hid a more calculated agenda, as the exposure of Matty’s pits began a process that couldn’t be reversed.

It started as a little twitch in his nostril. A tickle almost. Within moments he knew exactly what it was: the sour, salty scent of pitsweat. Harry looked slightly to his right, straight into Matty’s sticky pits. The way the dim light hit the beadlets of sweat on his curly pithairs seemed to transfix his gaze. Perspiration dripped in streams like rivers down his sides. Matty babbled ob, knowing full well whatever words he said were droned out by his mesmerizing musk.

Harry kept inching toward Matty, becoming increasingly more desperate for a closer whiff. Just a little bit of his sweat on his tongue and he’d be satisfied… These foreign, uncharacteristic thoughts both frightened and aroused Harry, and as they grew within him they became stronger and more pervasive.

Having lost track of time, Matty hadn’t realized that his rank pheromones had worked all too well, even quicker than usual. Harry had been intently staring at Matty’s body, losing any semblance of self-control. Sporting his trademark cocky grin, he grabbed the back of Harry’s head and buried it into his pits.

“Yeah, I knew you liked it. You love that sweaty stink. You love these rock hard muscles.” Harry felt the sticky sweat transfer from Matty to his face, his scent marking his territory. The pungent sour smell was intoxicating, and highly addictive. “Lap it up, man. Take it all in. I got plenty.” Harry let his tongue slip out of his mouth, and taste the salty sweat. No five star chef could serve anything as delectable. “Yeah, let my essence in. Let it mould you. Let it shape you.”

With every lap of his tongue, Matty’s musk did its work on Harry. His flabby body lost its marshmallowy padding, little by little. His mind became hazy and empty, his persona becoming completely erased from reality. His weight dropped rapidly: 250… 220… 195… with each pound lost, a brain cell followed suit. By the time Matty pulled him out, Harry was a completely blank slate. A scrawny mindless drone.

Matty rubbed his hands together, beaming with electric glee at his canvas. He swung around grabbing Harry’s head once again , and laid down onto the bench. This round, Harry met Matty’s dank, damp crotch face first. The smell here was different- buttery, sweet, maybe even a bit bitter. One thing was certain: it was just as strong as his pits. Matty eagerly pulled his shorts down, exposing his thick, long, uncut cock. Without even forcing him to do so, Harry instinctively thrust the slick, sweaty cock deep down his throat. Matty groweled in ecstasy, grabbing Harry’s hair and skull fuckibg his empty head.

“Yeah you love cock, don’t ya? Can’t deny it, I do too. I love my thick, dirty, cheesy cock just as much as you!” The sound of Matty’s pendulous balls smacking Harry’s chin as he thrust in and out echoed in the tiny humid room. Each slurp, Harry had a face full of Matty’s bush stink, unparalleled in its veracity. From within him bellowed a rumbling- a sloshing, bubbling, slimy sound which emanated from his balls. “Aww fuck man, you wanna be like me don’t ya bro? You wanna be a fuckibg king! You wanna fuck like a king, smell like a king, look like a king.” He howled as he blew his thick, creamy load into Harry.

What started as a rather large load became much much more, as Matty shot gallon after gallon of cum inside Harry like a firehose. He grinned from ear to ear as he saw Harry begin to grow, as his muscles inflated with the strange cum. Guzzling it down, Harry began to feel again. He felt the cum flow into his feet, inflating them like water balloons to a strong size 13. It seeped into his calves, his quads and hams… feeling the liquids fill him and harden into strong, powerful muscle. Gurgling and gagging noises began to escape his mouth.

“Don’t you give up on me bro!!” Matty shouted, as he kicked off his trashed white trainers and damp socks, pulled down Harry’s shorts, and began to pump his growing cock with his rank, filthy feet. Of all of Matty’s pheromones, none were as powerful as his foot funk. The cheesy, buttery, acidic smell was his secret weapon: enough to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Matty could feel his cum begin to inflate Harry’s cock, as the rod slithered and squirmed its way to a stark ten inches with a foreskin slipping over the head. “Yeahhhhh. There we go.”

Harry’s pecks ballooned out, and abs audibly popped out from his midsection one by one. His hands grew meaty and calloused, biceps bulging and veiny, shoulders burst like mountains, and pits grew dank and emanated a familiar stench. Harry wrapped his body around Matty, suckling his cock like a calf to an utter, bow actively sucking the cum into him. By the time the cum had filled his head, he was no longer Harry. He finally released from Matty’s engorged cock, and roared as he shot the excess cum from his new cock, coating Matty in a mix of his own cum and that of his new buddy. Matty looked at his work, pleasantly surprised by the outcome.

“Oooh. An Asian invasion eh? That’s new. I think it’s a good look on you.” The new hunk smirked and chuckled.

“Hahah, fuck yeah man. Name’s Kwan.” Kwan swiped up Matty’s ratty socks and wiped off his thick cock, his sweaty abs, and even took a proud whiff. Matty watched proudly as Kwan slipped the socks and trashed trainers on. After all, sharing is caring amongst bros! The two spent the next three hours fuckibg and making out, coating the entire sauna in a thick layer of their seed. As they sauntered out, they smirked knowing that two men completely filled with cum had to share… and multiply.

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“So here is how this is gonna go.” You stare at the Lieutenant as he lubes his tight, muscular body; ready to invade you. “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure, and a lot of stretching. That’s normal. I mean, you see these guns? They’re gonna stretch you out a bit. But that’s what this shiny shit is for anyway.” You think back to when you were approached by the Marines recruiter: you never thought this would be what you signed up for.

You walked into the recruiter’s office, ready to enlist. Your parents just kicked you out of the house after they discovered you were gay, and you simply felt as if you had no where to go. Your big sister, who was in the Navy at the time, suggested you join the military, since you had no other place to be. The recruitment office was bland and sterile, with plain white walls and posters of sexy soldiers posing with assault rifles. Now, you were not exactly military material; you hadn’t exactly thrived in athletics, nor had you really had the stamina or drive for physical activity. Yet, staring at those sexy men, bound together by honor and brotherhood… Maybe there was hope for you yet!

A middle aged man, who clearly had seen better days, sat behind a crappy old desk, littered with piles of paperwork. A shiny nametag adorned his blue and gold Navy uniform: Corporal Rick Hayes. He looked up at you, with an irritated glance. “Can I help you, boy?”

“Yes sir, I’d like to enlist please.” He waved his hand, gesturing toward the stark steel chair at the desk, as he turned around toward the filing cabinet behind him.

“What branch?” he asked. You froze in embarrassment. You hadn’t thought about that yet. Your sister often bitched about her time in the Navy, so that wasn’t where you wanted to go. You didn’t particularly find flying all that intriguing, so the Air Force was out. You wanted something glamourous, something cool. Above all, something with rock hard, sexy men. Without even thinking, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

“Marines.” Corporal Hayes turned around, one eyebrow raised. For a moment, it almost seemed as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He quickly closed the filing cabinet, and turned to a small metal briefcase sitting under the desk. He typed in a code, and the briefcase unlocked, revealing a typical manila folder. He handed you the forms, with a pen attached, and lounged backward in his chair, smirking. You asked if this was all you needed to do, and he rolled his eyes.

“Of course not. But the Marines have a special program right now that I think you’d be perfect for. It’s a guaranteed position. In fact, we can guarantee you’ll be a Lieutenant by the end of boot.” Your eyes lit up, and you haphazardly signed and initialed the forms. Out of the blue, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.

“Follow me, Private.” You turned to see one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen, his bulging muscles beautifully outlined beneath his tight green tee. Almost in a hypnotic glaze, you follow his orders and enter a side door which leads to a sort of locker room. “The name is Lieutenant Jim Gaines. You’ve just volunteered for a covert operation. We’re gonna get to know eachother real well.” Lieutenant Gaines stripped off his shirt, and pulled out a strange tube from his pocket. “Alright private, this is gonna be an invasive procedure, and you’re gonna relinquish control of your body to me, understood?” Mesmerized, you nodded in distant agreement.

“So here is how this is gonna go.” You stare at the Lieutenant as he lubes his tight, muscular body; ready to invade you. “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure, and a lot of stretching. That’s normal. I mean, you see these guns? They’re gonna stretch you out a bit. But that’s what this shiny shit is for anyway. So, take off your shirt, and we’ll get this over with.” You do as your told, and toss your shirt aside, as he begins to lather your back with the strange gel. You begin to feel this numbing sensation wherever he touches, his massaging giving way to kneading. “Alright, kid. Goin’ in.”

A tightness strikes your shoulder, almost like a painless muscle spasm. Looking down at your right arm, you are shocked to see the outline of a hand stretching beneath your skin. Gaines begins to moan and pant, with the occasional “Fuck yeah” as the outline of the hand begins making it’s way down toward your own. As it moves, you see your muscles bubble and contort, while a strange rubbery stretching sound echoes in your ears. The fingers of the invading hand reach yours, making them fill out and expand like a rubber glove. A strange black substance begins to secrete out of your arm, almost like dirt and grime. By the end, your bicep and tricep are almost tripled in size and girth. No longer in your control, your hand grabs the left arm, and the same process begins again, albeit expedited.

Your legs tear through your pants, now covered in a thick blanket of hair and the mysterious sludge, before your feet burst out of your shoes; now six sizes too small. You feel Gaines’ washboard abs press against your back before slipping into your morphing body, your skin stretching like latex to fit his gigantic size. A gigantic, monstrous cock erupts from your tattered pants and underwear; your meaty hands rush to grab it and begin to pump it, and grope your sweaty balls. The back of your neck and head begin to lose feeling, just as your sight begins to cloud. By now, you are moaning and gasping in a deep, manly baritone voice, in a confidence and power unfamiliar to you. You scream out in a loud animalistic roar, as your cock erupts with the same black sludge that dirties your sweaty, smelly body. Your hands massage the substance into your tight abs and hairy bush.

You are no longer you. You aren’t in control of your body, nor are you in control of your mind. Your body rises, now a healthy 6′5, and walks out of the room. Corporal Hayes gives you your field uniform, stinking to high hell from months in the sweltering Middle Eastern heat. You slip on your damp, musky uniform and confidently drive to base, ready to tackle any terrorist or asshole that threatens you. The supersoldier serum worked, and with any luck you may even find some sexy faggot to serve you abroad.

#merge #muscle growth

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Supporting The Cause

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-"That's weird..." Thought Robert as he got out of his beater car and walked through the relatively empty parking lot of the high school he used to go to -"Maybe not many people support the cause..." Robert concluded as he passed a banner colored in yellow and blue stripes, the message "Support Ukraine" could be seen printed on the banner with simple yet bold white lettering.

-"I guess that's the place" Robert thought as his eyes moved from the banner towards a large tent that was far into the distance.

He could even see some people outside dressed in plain civilian clothes but some were dressed in military clothing which slightly concerned Robert -"I thought this was a civilian charity..." He thought as he walked towards the tent.

While on his way Robert also noticed four strange white buses with no visible markings and whose windows were tinted dark black parked neatly next to the tent.

-"Feels like I'm going to get kidnapped" he thought while halfway through the parking lot, once he reached the entrance of the tent he was immediately greeted by the two people wearing civilian clothes he had seen earlier, the ones wearing military uniforms seemed to have disappeared into one of the buses next to the tent.

-"Hello young man" a tall very muscled guy in a yellow and blue jacket said as he shook Robert's hand -"Are you here to support the cause?".

-"Yes I am" Robert said without hesitation as he retrieved from his pocket a poster that only said, "Support Ukraine Now!" With an address below -"I found this in my mailbox yesterday and well I'm all too happy to support the cause".

-"That's great buddy, how about you follow me inside and I'll explain what we are going to do and how you can help save Ukraine" The man said as he started walking into the tent with Robert behind him him.

-"Hello central, I think we have them all, yes all 160 of them... We're finishing with the last one" The other man that Robert had seen previously said as he walked away with a radio in hand towards the white buses.

-"160 of what?" Robert asked himself mentally as he pushed through the flaps of the tent and walked into a section that looked like a normal doctor's office, the only abnormal thing was a large machine placed next to a large throne-like seat in the center of the room, very close to it there was also a table with a small green box and a small stool at the side of the machine.

-"Okay Sir as you can see, what we are going to do is collect some of your blood and send it to the injured in Ukraine with the help of some of our international partners, I'll need you to sit down on the chair right there in order to start" The man said in a cordial tone as he walked towards the machine that was next to the seat.

-"Okay" Robert said as he immediately walked and sat down on the seat, the man who was manipulating the machine nodded in approval as a sudden beep made the machine come to life.

-"Well now we have to wait for it to heat up" The man said as he sat down on the small stool from earlier while Robert nervously tapped his feet on the floor.

-"Don't be nervous" The man said as he noticed that Robert was worried -"This will be over in an instant, and lives shall be saved thanks to your sacrifice".

-"Yes, you're right" Robert thought as he tried to relax while the man pulled out an IPad from his jacket.

-"Okay then can you give me your name please?" The man asked as he looked up from the IPad towards Robert.

-"Robert Simmons" Robert said in a nervous tone.

-"Age?".

-"19".

-"Weight?".

-"150".

-"Blood type?".

-"O-".

-"Are you allergic to something?".

-"Not that I know of".

-"Do you have any illness, to be precise any blood transmittable illnesses?".

-"No".

-"Occupation?"

-"Umm" Robert said as he thought about how to explain his situation -"Well I graduated from..."

-"Student then, do you go to college, have a job?" The man interrupted.

-"I graduated from high school this year but I don't know what career I want to dedicate my life to, so I'm taking a year off to think about everything and make the best decision" Robert said as he looked at the floor with a slight amount of shame, while other people he knew were already on track to secure their future, he hadn't even started yet, this wasn't helped by Robert's preconceived notion of himself, which was that he didn't have any purpose or that his whole existence was worthless".

-"Okay then" The man said unemotionally as he typed Robert's answer -"I think that would be all, I'm going to need for you to place your personal items in the small box next to you".

-"Wait there are no other questions?" Robert asked slightly concerned, he had donated blood before and he clearly remembered being asked more things, not only that but he also remembered his heart pressure and hemoglobin levels being tested.

-"No, that's all I am required to ask" the man said in a cutting tone -"Please put your stuff in the box so that we can continue".

Robert turned around and observed the small but empty green box next to him, he then quickly emptied his pockets by placing his phone, wallet, and keys on the box.

Meanwhile, the man got up from the stool he was seated on, stored the IPad back in his jacket, and started to adjust a visor that deployed from the top of the machine.

-"What is that?" Robert asked as the man moved the visor directly towards his face.

-"It's nothing" the man responded as he also placed a pair of headphones on Robert's ears -"Some people don't like needles so we use this visor to project a relaxing scene with some music in order to distract people from the process".

-"Wow that's kinda cool" Robert said feeling much better as his view was now consumed by the visor which started projecting a scene that was composed of a large field of yellow wheat and a light blue sky above it, meanwhile the headphones started playing some sort of calming classical music.

-"Shit I almost forgot, I'll need you to remove your glasses as well" The man said as grabbed the box on which Robert had stored his things.

-"Do I have to? it's just that I can't see much without them" Robert said as he hesitantly removed his glasses.

-"Don't worry it's just the procedure we have to follow when a patient is using the visor" The man said as he waited for Robert to put the glasses on the box.

-"If you say so" said Robert as he clumsily placed the glasses on the box.

-"Thank you, I'll be back in a minute" the man said as he walked out of the room in a hurry while Robert sat there listening to the music coming from the headphones while watching the scenery in front of him.

Because of this and the increasing volume of the music blasting through Robert's ears, he didn't even notice when the man returned from storing his things in a secure chest outside of the tent.

After entering the room once more, the man, whose hands were now covered by medical gloves walked towards the machine and opened a small cabinet that was situated in its center.

Inside the cabinet, there were a few tubes that were connected to two individual small bags, one of these bags was empty while the other was full of a translucent liquid, the tubes that were attached to each bag were also fused at the base of a needle which could close the access automatically to one of the bags thanks to a small valve.

However, before the man grabbed the needle he first cleaned a small area of Robert's left arm with some alcohol and a small cotton ball, he then proceeded to grab a sort of armband that could apply or reduce pressure automatically and then secured it around Robert's upper left forearm.

With nothing else left to do the man inserted the needle into Robert's left arm while the armband he was wearing immediately applied pressure, this made a huge amount of blood flow out of Robert's body and towards the empty bag inside of the machine.

-"Now to sit back and watch," the man thought to himself as he moved away from Robert and sat down on the stool from before.

Meanwhile, Robert continued to watch the scenery while listening to the music in a trance-like state, he didn't even feel when the needle had pierced his skin or that he wasn't alone in the room.

As the empty bag inside the machine was slowly being filled with Robert's blood the headphones he was wearing started playing a new track of music, the difference from the previous one was that this one had a chorus singing in the background in a language that he didn't understand.

The music would play for exactly one minute and fifty-five seconds, once it was done it would loop again to the beginning but the chorus in the background would progressively become louder and louder.

After around eight minutes had passed a sudden click that Robert couldn't hear told the man seated on the stool that the blood needed from the subject had been collected and that the transparent liquid would now be forced into his body.

The machine immediately started pumping with the help of hydraulics the transparent liquid into Robert's bloodstream.

Once the liquid had entered his system it immediately started changing the genetic code of each cell it encountered, initially, this was not noticeable from the outside, but as the liquid reached Robert's heart and was pumped into every corner of his body the changes slowly made themselves known.

The first major change brought on by Robert's genetic code rewrite was his height which quickly raised to a titanic six feet six, thankfully the seat he was seated in quickly adapt to his new height, and the visor in front of him that was keeping him unaware of the changes also adjusted to his taller point of view.

The next round of changes was more dramatic as Robert's genetic background changed from Anglo-Saxon to Slavic in a matter of seconds, firstly his skin went from white to what can only be described as polar white, even the slight tan he had painstakingly developed last summer when he went to Florida with his family was all but history.

Robert's innocent face was next as it became sharper in every sense possible, his nose became slightly wider and straighten itself like a knife, his forehead became much more prominent, his cheekbones broaden themselves and when mixed with his new sharp chin this gave him a more triangular head shape, a brett style beard and shadow also formed around Robert's face which gave him an older appearance.

As this was happening Robert's view of the scenery projected by the visor became even blurrier as his eye color changed from brown to blue and the cells of his eyes slowly repaired themselves making his myopia a thing of the past.

By the time Robert's hair had recessed slightly into his scalp and had changed together with his beard in color to blonde, the scenery in front of him that was being projected by the visor became clear as day, this was due to Robert's new and improved eyes that could even detect the smallest distant objects/details with perfect accuracy.

Relating to Robert's new hair color, tiny hairs started to grow all over his body starting around his chest where they surrounded his larger pinkish nipples, they then raced down towards his belly button where a prominent treasure trail of blonde hairs formed and then lowered into his still-covered private areas where the few pubic hairs he possessed changed from black to gold and then multiplied in quantity.

While this was happening Robert's dick started growing which from the outside view formed a considerable tent in his pants as his dick grew by at least five inches in length, giving him an eight-inch monster that sported a pair of heavy and large fertile balls at its base.

Then as Robert's legs became coated with hair, his armpits went through the opposite process as the small black hairs there simply recessed back into his skin leaving behind a smooth white surface.

Once Robert's legs and parts of his feet were fully coated with blonde hairs a sudden crack was heard all over the room as Robert's shoes had busted due to the size of his larger feet.

With the genetic changes finalized Robert's new body was that of a pretty lanky Slavic man of around twenty-two years old as seen by the more mature features of his face, however, this lanky phase would quickly change as the transparent liquid that was still being pumped into his body activated a new round of changes. Said new changes were related to Robert's muscle mass as it started to quickly increase, especially around his left arm which now sported a larger forearm.

The armband Robert had around his left arm quickly reduced pressure and removed itself by falling to the floor as a new wave of muscle climbed through Robert's arm, leaving behind an enormous bicep as it continued towards his shoulders.

Once both of Robert's shoulders had filled up with muscle the liquid then stimulated the growth of Robert's adam's apple which gave him a more gruff and masculine voice on par with his new body.

The same amount of muscle that Robert had gained in his left arm was also replicated in his right arm as his biceps and forearms were now equally huge and completely covered in veins.

This sudden growth in musculature quickly ripped Robert's shirt into shreds as from his chest two large and obscene boulders of pure muscle grew into existence.

As Robert's tattered shirt slid off his body his flat abdomen started pushing itself outwards until finally forming an impressively defined eight pack.

Before new muscles could be developed in Robert's lower body a sudden crack brought on by the adjustment of his spinal cord shined some light on the growth of large muscles in Robert's back which together with his arms would help him pick up and carry with ease the heaviest of loads.

With this out of the way, the effects of the liquid finally reached Robert's legs as seen by his now larger and imposing thighs, hamstrings, and calves, together with his larger glutes the amount of pressure Robert's pants were holding became impossible to manage as they too disintegrated onto the floor, leaving Robert pretty much naked except for his slightly strained underwear and busted out shoes.

Now that the changes to Robert's body were finished the machine stopped pumping the liquid into his veins while the visor which until now was showing a plain scenery started showing new images and playing a more patriotic-style song.

The calmness of the wheat field was replaced by the chaotic noises of bullets flying in the air, orders being shouted out in a foreign language, and the cries of war of a group of muscled soldiers that charged into the unknown.

By now the patriotic song had increased its pace and each time it looped back Robert could understand more words of the song.

A new language and sense of self was slowly being embedded into his brain until the point that he could perfectly understand the lyrics of the song.

Suddenly as fast as it had begun the visor turned off and retracted upwards, and the headphones stopped playing the song.

Robert's eyes were blinded for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight that was sipping in through the delicate material of the tent.

-"лайно" (Shit!) Robert said not noticing his deeper voice and change in language.

-"Amazing, you have to be the best one yet" the man who was observing Robert's change said as he got up from his stool and walked towards him.

-"про що ти говориш?" (What are you talking about?) Robert said while finally noticing that he was speaking a foreign language.

-"By the looks of it your Ukrainian is perfect" the man said ignoring Robert's question -"And your body is as well".

Robert looked down once the man had said this and he jumped from the chair as he noticed his huge body, he looked like one of the bodybuilders he had admired on YouTube, his whole body was filled to the brim with muscle.

-"Careful big guy" the man said as he grabbed Robert's muscled arms -"You almost hit the visor".

-"Vat did yu do to me?" Robert asked worried in a heavily accented English as the headphones he was wearing were pulled out of his ears by the much smaller man that had previously attended him, he then proceed to remove the needle and patched up the small opening it had produced.

-"Nothing much" the man said in a calm demeanor -"You wanted to support the cause and now you can, in a more direct manner obviously".

As the man said that a group of people entered the room and started cleaning it, picking up the fragments of clothing from the floor and preparing the machine for a future victim.

-"Vut how?" Robert asked as he was directed away from his seat, and towards a mirror by the man.

-"Don't think about it" the man said -"It's just genetic military technology from the 80s, the cold war was heating up, we needed an upper hand against the Soviets and all that other bullshit...".

-"Oly zhit" Robert said interrupting the man as he observed his new body in the mirror, somehow it looked even more impressive than before, he even had the sudden urge to flex his muscles which he quickly obliged to.

-"All of them do the same thing" thought the man as he turned around and noticed that his crew had already cleaned the room and left, leaving behind only a small pile of clothes on top of the table that was situated close to the machine.

-"Okay bud I know you must be enjoying this but it's time to get you ready" the man said in a commanding tone.

-"Ready?" Robert asked as he turned around -"Ready for vat?".

-"To get you shipped to Ukraine" the man said as he walked towards the table and grabbed the clothes.

-"But vait" Robert interrupted -"Vat bout ma famely?"

-"They will receive a notice that you volunteered to be a general worker in Ukraine, and because of the chaos there you won't be able to communicate with them either way".

-"Oh," Robert thought as he looked down at himself once more.

-"Now get ready, you'll be assigned to your new unit immediately" The man said as he gave the clothes to Robert.

-"Vat if I want to go hom? Robert asked as he removed his tattered underwear leaving his large sausage exposed.

-"The machine that did this to you stored some of your blood that can be used to synthetase a serum that will transform you into your original self".

Robert listened but didn't respond as he geared himself with the clothes he had been given, once everything was in place he walked towards the mirror he had been posing in earlier and looked at how the uniform bulged around his body.

-"Vat am a kid" Robert suddenly said "I now cero bout war".

-"The machine has already taken care of that, it not only implanted the Ukrainian language into your head but also military strategy and even medical knowledge as the front lines need soldiers and medics alike".

As the man said that Robert started to explore his mind and he quickly found out that the man was right, his mind was filled with military experience and discipline, he even knew how to fire a gun despite never having touched one in his life.

The more Robert explored he quickly found out that he now possessed the sufficient knowledge to perform even the most complex surgeries the battlefield may require of him.

-Zhit" Robert said as the man walked towards him.

-"It's time to go" he said as Robert turned around and followed him out of the tent, after a short walk they reached one of the buses from before.

The door of said bus opened automatically and Robert was instructed to enter by the man who then walked away towards the tent and his crew who were busy moving Robert's car and belongings away towards an undisclosed location.

As Robert entered the bus he was surprised to see at least thirty men that looked similar to him in terms of musculature, yet some were taller or older but despite this Robert felt like he was surrounded by his new family.

Robert walked to the back of the bus where he sat down alone, as the engine of the bus grumbled to life and the bus pushed forward out of the parking lot he could only imagine what fate awaited him, at least he had a purpose now Robert though as he slightly smiled while looking out of the window.

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Hey guys! Hope you like this story, it's slightly more political and it touches on a more delicate and present topic (I wanted to make this story around January thinking that what is happening today was impossible, yet I guess I was wrong), anyways I hope that doesn't stop you from enjoying it, with that said stay safe and take care 😇.

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#muscle growth #race change #mental change

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