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[clevertreephilosopher]

Did you do this to me? Come on, I’m serious, did you? I need to know. Like it’s not just my body changing, I’ve been forgetting things. Little things, things that make me me and it’s getting worse. Like I can’t focus on work, I’m getting confused about easy shit so easily and I keep on thinking about my body… getting bigger… getting to the gym. It’s like I know all this gym stuff now. It’s becoming all I want to do. Work out, flex, see all the muscle I’m getting…. That and… fuck dude I’m so crazy horny. Mmm can’t not be. Like I can barely think straight with this meat between these thick thighs. Fuck it’s getting big. Like bro, you like these abs? These sick pecs? What till you see this cock. It like totally massive bro. We like gonna fuck? Cause otherwise I gotta like get the gym bro. Hit full body. Take some pics while I’m at it. Huhu so what dya say? What dya wanna do with me?

[clevertreephilosopher]

Chain + Cap = Bro

Aww shit. You were totally fuckin right. Like it’s so fucking addicting bro. I thought I was all good when I saw some mass on my scrawny ass but damn bro, I lookin so fuckin sweet now. Like I feel seeeeeexy brah. This cap really did the trick man. Yeah man, didn’t think I wanted to change up my personality, but all that nerdy shit and worryin… how am I gonna do shit with this hot bod when I got the head of an overthinking shy loser? Like this sweet chain on my neck started pumping me up with muscle, just like you promised but second I turned this cap around, mmmm. Cock got big, head got empty. Now all I gotta do is post a few good pics and find a good fuck. So what d’ya think? Wanna be the first to test me out?

[clevertreephilosopher]

Pretty happy with his switch...

[clevertreephilosopher]

Season 3

Hallmark Fetish Presents: Perfect XMAS Boyfriend

Misty paced back and forth in her dorm room, her heart pounding with anxiety. Her parents' Christmas party was tonight, and she still didn't have a date. She had lied and told them she was bringing someone special, and now she was screwed. She couldn't show up alone without facing an endless stream of questions and judgmental looks.

Her eyes landed on her roommate, Monica, who was engrossed in a book, oblivious to Misty's internal turmoil. Monica was petite, with long red hair and fair skin. She was the complete opposite of the kind of guy Misty needed to impress her parents. But an idea began to form in Misty's mind—a crazy, desperate idea.

She remembered the old spellbook she had found in the library's restricted section. It was filled with transformation spells, and one, in particular, caught her eye: "The Perfect Partner." It promised to transform anyone into the ideal mate, tailored to the caster's desires. Misty had never tried it before, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She grabbed the spellbook from her drawer and flipped to the page with the incantation. Taking a deep breath, she began to chant the words softly, her eyes fixed on Monica.

Monica looked up from her book, a confused expression on her face. "Misty, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Misty didn't respond, continuing to chant the spell. A warm, tingling sensation filled the room, and Monica's eyes widened as she felt the magic take hold.

Monica's petite frame began to stretch and grow, her bones cracking and popping as she gained height. Her once delicate features morphed, her jawline becoming chiseled and her nose widening. Her fair skin darkened to a rich, deep ebony, and her long red hair receded, leaving her with a smooth, bald head.

Her clothes began to shift and change, her shirt disappearing to reveal a muscular, chiseled chest. Tight red spandex pants materialized, hugging her newly formed thighs and accentuating her masculine physique. Her once slender arms bulged with muscles, and her hands grew larger, her fingers thickening.

Monica's voice deepened, becoming a rich, resonant baritone. "Misty, what's happening to me?" she asked, her eyes filled with panic. But as the transformation neared completion, her mind began to change as well. Memories of her life as Monica faded, replaced with new ones—memories of a life as Keagen, Misty's perfect boyfriend.

Keagen stood before Misty, his deep voice filled with concern. "Misty, are you getting ready for the party?" he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

Misty stared at him in shock, her mouth agape. She had expected a transformation, but the reality of seeing Monica—no, Keagen—standing before her was overwhelming. He was exactly what she had envisioned: tall, muscular, and incredibly handsome. But the spell had worked too well, and now she was faced with the consequences.

"Keagen," Misty whispered, her voice trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had wanted a date for the party, and now she had one. She would worry about changing him back later. For now, she needed to focus on the present.

Keagen smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Don't worry, Misty. I'm here for you," he said, his deep voice soothing her frayed nerves.

Misty nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She took his hand, feeling the strength and reassurance in his grip. Together, they would face her parents' party, and she would deal with the aftermath later. For now, she was just going to enjoy the moment and the company of her perfect, if temporary, boyfriend.

[clevertreephilosopher]

I can recognize that smile from miles away, and it seems like he's already inside the tattooed thug. Now, all I need to do is to find his type, a rich muscle daddy that can take some fucking and I think I just found my target

[clevertreephilosopher]

Of course your confidence is always through the roof it borderlines arrogance when you look this good.

He was such a stunning specimen and I couldn't help but glance at him when he strolled around town with barely any clothes on glistening with sweat. I quickly grabbed my video and recorded him discreetly to ensure that I got every single details and when he's already gone from my sight, I quickly paid my drinks and left the cafe to a secluded alley to start shifting. I entered the alley 145 lbs sack of pasty meat and emerged as 200 lbs pound of tanned and hairy handsome stud.

I definitely will have the best time of my life looking like this for the time being, until another one captures my attention or my real life problem needed my attention to solve, which should not happen anytime soon since I just finished with my divorce proceedings and left my job for a full-time adventure of shapeshifting

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[clevertreephilosopher]

I can't understand why Alexander looks so happy.

He went away to college a smart guy, looking to conquer the world. In fact he was already a sophomore with plans for grad school, a job, and success.

Now all that seems to be gone. And Alex, or A as he insists on being called, has different priorities. Working out, dressing in revealing clothes, and telling everyone how dumb and horny he is seems to be all he can do.

And when you ask him what happens all he does is laugh like an idiot and tell you coach helped him train to be a new dude.

The scary thing is, you aren't sure if you keep asking about it because you want to help or because you want to join him.

[clevertreephilosopher]

So this is where I ended up in. That spell really is a gamble. This time, though, I'd say I got pretty lucky, although that trucker before was fun aswell.

So, where am I even?...

[clevertreephilosopher]

Asian Suit

I felt like being Asian for a change. I hooked up with him last night. I converted him into a body suit before he had a chance to wake up. I liked his lean hairless muscle. It is such a change from the other bodies in my collection.

He was gonna meet some friends this morning to play some basketball. I would hate to keep them waiting. I can’t wait to see if I can pull him off. Regardless I’m happy to have him in my collection.

[clevertreephilosopher]

Influencer-d

/includes; muscle growth, getting taller, getting handsomer, tf through technology.

/Contains (partial) ai images

"Fuck"

Trey's friend told him to download this instagram "mod" but he wouldnt tell him what it did. Once it was downloaded onto his phone, almost instantly he got a ton of notifications

[ +99 Followers, +99 Likes, +99 Comments]

He gasped as he looked through the notifications, was it just some follow bot? His mind went racing as he realized thay his account could be banned for doing that, not that it would matter a ton since he only had a handful of friends on there.

As he looked at his page, it populated with vacation photos, photos of people that kind of looked familiar, and worst of all- thirst traps.

He was so confused, had ai gone this far?

He clicked on one of his posts as a shirtless picture of his fat skinny body showed on screen. He was flexing like he had muscle, but clearly he didnt.

He opened the comments expecting people to make fun of him.

Jackie.spammzzzz04: 🥵🥵🥵🥵

ReaganGrayy_2: damn bro, im not gay but...

Mi.Takashi: gainz!!! 🔥🔥

He felt himself getting lightheaded as he stumbled toeards his bedroom. He kept scrolling through the comments as they hyped him up.

He fell against the hallway wall and as he did, he glanced at his arm. It was different, tanner, vascular, more... muscular?

He didnt have time to think, instead he tried to get to his bed. Maybe whatever was happening to him would pass soon.

He tried to force himself to sleep but for some reason it felt like was going through puberty again. His whole body hurt and he felt extremely horny for some reason.

He opened his phone to more notifications as he scrolled through his comments again.

JJJJaxonShay.69: i feel like u always get taller when i see you lmao

TaliaDinoNuggizz: Is what they say about you true? You look like your lowk packing haha.

His mind jarbled together as he felt his legs lengthening, his legs filling out with muscle as he stretched them. He clicked off his phone and put it down as he turned to face the ceiling, sweat was dripping down his face as he morphed into a handsomer version of himself, sharp jaw, big eyes, perfect lips.

In a fit of mania he peeled off his wet sweaty shirt, revealing a tight set of abs and pic juicy pecs. Arching his back he felt it broaden with muscle as his ass filled out.

He moaned loudly as he felt his rock hard member lengthening longer, thicker, bigger. He came as ribbons flew into the air, he didn't even have to touch himself as the euphoria was that strong.

He fell asleep, covered in his own filth.

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As he slowly woke up he checked his phone, why not give the thirsty bitches what they want? He always knows knows how to deliver.

He stepped into his bathroom and took a mirror pic for his story.

As he did he got a snap from his friend, the one that told him to download some weird thing yesterday.

"Hey man, you up? Just got done with the gym and i thought youd want a taste of this ass b4 i shower."

[clevertreephilosopher]

Discarded Gym Clothes

Jared slumped on the cold bench in the locker room, staring despondently at the floor. It was his fourth time here, and he still felt so out of place. He was comfortable with the cardio machines, but the weightlifting area? That was an entirely different world—a world of animalistic grunting, clanging metal, and guys twice his size throwing weights around like toys. He had hovered near them earlier, feeling like an intruder in a foreign land, before retreating to the safety of the locker room. He desperately wanted to be like them but had no idea where to even start.

As he sat there, stewing in his frustrations, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention: a dirty black tank top lay crumpled on the bench across from him, stained with sweat and reeking of body odor. Next to it was a damp, oversized pair of gray sweatpants that similarly reeked. They looked as though they had been left behind by one of those jacked gym regulars that he was too intimidated to approach.

He reached out hesitantly, hoping to bring them to the lost and found. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric. “Gross,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose at the sensation. Yet, despite the dampness and rankness of the clothes, he couldn’t bring himself to leave them for someone else to deal with. His gaze lingered on the worn material, imagining the kind of person who had worn it: strong, confident, sexy. Everything he wasn’t.

Maybe the person was coming back? After all, there are showers in the locker room, perhaps they had simply forgotten to put their dirty gym clothes in their locker. But his body refused to listen to his brain. His arms began moving with a mind of their own. Before he could realize what he was doing and second-guess himself, he had stripped off his shorts, picked up the sweatpants, and slid them over his slim legs. The pair was still warm from the person's previous workout, and the front crotch area felt... crusty..? Jared was bewildered by the betrayal of his body. He hadn't meant to do any of this... why did he put on these gross sweatpants? In response, his arms ripped off his shirt and brought the filthy tank top over his torso, seemingly without him even intending to do so. The tank top was loose, hanging awkwardly off his skinny frame. It was almost disturbingly damp, as though the person who had worn it before him had taken a shower with it... and had never worn deodorant before. Before he had a chance to question what had happened, the tank top settled over his shoulders, and a strange, euphoric warmth spread through him, clouding his mind and releasing his inhibitions. He felt... different.

His eyes flicked over to the mirror on the wall. The clothes still looked oversized, but they didn’t seem ridiculous anymore. They looked... right. He looked at the door leading back to the gym floor, and for the first time, he felt the urge to head to the weight rack.

Walking through the gym floor, his eyes looked past the judgemental stares in his direction for wearing the oversized set of clothes. He didn't notice people fixate on the stains on the crotch or the fact that the tank top was still dripping with sweat. His ears tuned out the gags at the stench they exuded. Jared simply made a beeline for the squat rack. Using his minimal knowledge from observing the gymbros, Jared loaded the barbell with weights and placed himself underneath the barbell, the modest weight balanced awkwardly on his shoulders. He’d never been here before—mentally or physically. This was uncharted territory, but somehow it felt like he knew what he was doing and always had. As he squatted down and pushed back up, he felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt before.

He racked the bar, stepped back, and froze. A faint tingling sensation rippled across his chest and shoulders. It started subtly—like an itch, he couldn’t quite place—but soon intensified into a deep, pulsing, orgasmic warmth. Jared glanced at the mirror and his jaw dropped.

The first change he noticed was his hair. It puffed slightly, the dark brown lightening ever so slightly slightly. Strands began to coil and curl, framing his face as if they were growing right before his eyes. The curls bounced slightly with every breath, thick and untamed as if he’d spent years cultivating the perfect gym-bro mane.

Then he felt his chest suddenly tighten. Jared gasped, grabbing at his pecs instinctively. They felt heavier, denser—like a pump from a workout that wouldn’t fade. His fingers sank into firm muscle, his once-flat chest expanding outward into two solid slabs. He rubbed his chest, in awe of just how much there was to grab. The damp fabric of the tank top, which had hung limply before, now clung to his pecs. His firm nipples were visible through the tank top, which was now skin-tight. The weight of his chest pulled his shoulders back, giving him an imposing, confident posture.

The heat spread to his arms. Jared watched, transfixed, as his biceps began to swell. They grew rounder, and thicker, the veins snaking across them like rivers on a map. His forearms followed suit, the muscles twisting and bulging with newfound definition. His hands, once narrow and delicate, grew rough and calloused, his fingers thicker and more powerful. When he curled his fingers into a fist, it felt like he could crush steel.

Next came his shoulders and back. His shoulders rounded out like firm cannonballs, broadening his frame and making the tank top look as though it was going to burst from his frame. His traps rose like mountains on either side of his neck, which thickened and became more pronounced. Turning to the side, Jared caught a glimpse of his back in the mirror—it was wide, a tapestry of ridges and grooves that looked like they’d been carved by years of hard work.

The sensation moved down to his core. His stomach tightened and hardened, his abs popping into view one by one. A deep V-shaped groove appeared, leading down from his chiseled obliques to his hips. He ran a hand over his stomach, marveling at how solid it felt, the faint sheen of sweat highlighting every ridge.

Then his legs began to change. Jared stumbled, grabbing the squat rack for balance as his thighs expanded, the muscles growing so fast they pushed against the fabric of the once-too-large sweatpants. His quads and calves flared out with each stumble for balance, now thick and powerful, while his ass ballooned to gargantuan proportions, tightening his sweatpants even further and taking up valuable space for his swelling cock, which grew longer and thicker. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could stifle it as his now massive cock began to leak.

Through his orgasmic bliss while leaning against the squat rack, caught a glimpse of his reflection. His face had changed, too—his jawline was sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced. His once-boyish features now carried a rugged, masculine edge. His neck was thick and corded with muscle, tying the whole look together.

He couldn't take it anymore. He let out an animalistic grunt–just like the men who weightlift in the gym always do–as he cummed intensely into his too-tight sweatpants. His vision blurred with the orgasmic pleasure induced by his sudden shift in physique. Drool escaped from his lips as he was consumed by the unadulterated euphoria he now felt. Finally, with one last buck of his wide, muscular hips, he finished, and he began to try and compose himself.

He breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling with power. The tank top clung to his body now, soaked with sweat and reeking of effort. His scent filled the air—raw, earthy, and undeniably potent. Jared would have been embarrassed by it before, but now it felt like part of who he was.

He reached up to adjust the tank top, marveling at how his fingers grazed against the boulder-like mounds of his pecs. Turning back to the squat rack, he loaded more plates onto the bar. This time, when he lifted it, it felt like nothing.

Jared racked the barbell with a satisfying clang, stepping back to catch his breath. The weight he’d just squatted was something he wouldn’t have dared to attempt in his wildest dreams. Now, it felt like he could’ve added double the plates. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and cum.

He turned toward the mirror again, marveling at the sheer size of his new physique. Every inch of him seemed sculpted as if chiseled from stone. His tank top clung to his massive chest, the sweat-soaked fabric outlining every groove of his pecs and abs. His biceps bulged with each subtle movement, and his shoulders looked broad enough to fill the entire mirror.

“Damn…” Jared muttered, his voice low and resonant now. He grinned, unable to resist flexing his arms for the mirror. The peak of his bicep rose like a mountain, veins snaking across the surface. He turned slightly, watching how his back flared out like wings, tapering down to his impossibly tight waist.

Jared glanced around, then pulled his phone out from his gym bag. This body wasn’t something he could keep to himself. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his stance, planting his legs wide to show off his tree-trunk legs. He flexed his arms again. The lighting in the gym was perfect. He snapped a photo, making sure to catch the curve of his biceps, the sharp cut of his jawline, and the unapologetic confidence in his smirk.

Satisfied, he tossed his phone back into his bag, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. For the first time in his life, Jared felt not just strong—but unstoppable.

Jared slung his gym bag over his shoulder, his massive arm flexing with the motion. The straps dug slightly into his broad, muscular shoulders, but he barely noticed. His chest still glistened with sweat, the tank top clinging to him like a second skin. Each step he took toward the exit felt heavy with purpose, his powerful thighs threatening to burst from his sweatpants and his calves popping with every stride.

As he pushed open the gym doors, the cool air hit his sweat-drenched skin, refreshing and invigorating. Jared took a moment to breathe deeply, his massive chest rising and falling. He grinned to himself as he strode across the parking lot

His car was, dwarfed by his hulking presence. Jared swaggered toward it, moving with an effortless macho bravado. His biceps brushed against his sides as he walked, forcing his arms to swing slightly outward. The scent of his workout still hung around him—sweaty, musky, and undeniably masculine.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he felt the car groan slightly under his new weight. The steering wheel felt smaller in his powerful hands, and the seatbelt stretched tight across his chest, barely able to contain the bulk of his pecs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and smirked. The jacked, curly-haired bodybuilder staring back at him was a far cry from the skinny kid who had driven here earlier.

He adjusted the mirror to take in more of his reflection. His jawline looked razor-sharp, his hair wild and tousled from the workout, and his shoulders seemed to crowd the frame. Jared couldn’t help but flex a little as he reached for the ignition, veins popping along his forearm.

The car roared to life, and Jared revved the engine, enjoying the vibrations running through his chest. He shifted into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. His smirk widened as he turned onto the main road, his car rumbling like a predator on the prowl.

Jared didn’t know exactly where he was going, but it didn’t matter one bit. His new life wasn’t about the destination—it was about the ride. And, man was he ready to take his body for one hell of a ride.

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Ty was starting to realise his wish to keep growing no matter what probably wasn't the best idea he'd had. 2 week ago he was a mere 90kg and wanted to be the biggest bodybuilder he could be naturally, he was worried his natural limit would make him only gain a small amount of muscle before he stopped and he never wanted to touch roids, so when he came across the chance to make a wish and take care of his genetic limits he jumped at it.

unfortunately he should have been better with the wording. At first gaining a almost 20 pounds of lean mass a day was incredible but now it was starting to become a problem, nothing but gym clothes fit, everything was tight, his pants kept splitting, his size limited his day to day activities. He gave up going to the gym entirely to try and slow down his rate of growth, but it looks like it wont be slowing down any time soon.

[clevertreephilosopher]

A Body Stealer Tale: Hollowed, Washed and Dried

Sometimes, you're not even looking for a new bodysuit, but the opportunity just *falls* into your lap. It's like the bodysuit is hunting you down instead, teasing you with its sexy, hunky physique.

I was just walking to the laundromat when I spotted him—an absolute hot hunk—putting his clothes into the washing machine. He was wearing these tight orange shorts, and when he bent over, his huge ass just *popped* out. Like, seriously, I couldn’t look away.

He had no clue what kind of attention he was drawing. Poor guy was just trying to get himself some clean clothes. But, honestly? I didn’t care.

Unlike him, I would get myself more than just some clean clothes today. I reached into my bag and pulled out the syringe—I always carry one with me, just in case. With a quick move, I jabbed the needle into the hunk’s ass. He shouted, but the bodysuit serum worked fast. The effect was nearly instant.

Before he could even react, I pushed him forward, shoving him head-first into the washing machine entrance. He tried to fight me, but it was too late. He was already half hollowed. He stood no chance.

Shoving such a massive guy into a washing machine wasn’t an easy task, but with every second, he seemed to deflate. It got easier. His upper body was already inside, so I pushed him by his ass. I confess that I couldn't hold myself and took a few squeezes of that ass. Unfortunately, it was deflated by then, there was barely anything left to squeeze at.

When his white socket feet were the last thing left to shove in, I pushed them inside, then grabbed my laundry basket—full of dirty clothes and used underwear—and threw it in on top of the bodysuit.

I then pressed the button to start the cycle. The washing machine roared to life, and I watched as the bodysuit—along with my dirty clothes—spun in the drum. I could see his slacked face mask swirling against the glass door, it was both creepy and funny at the same time.

Just then, an old lady walked into the laundromat and I immediately got myself in front of the machine to not give the old lady a heart attack. I then waited for my clothes—and my soon-to-be body—to get cleaned and dried.

When the cycle finished, and I was sure no one was watching, I pulled the hunky bodysuit out of the machine—It was shining and smelling of soap—I folded it up to fit into my laundry basket, then threw my clean clothes on top to cover it. The basket was heavy, but nothing I couldn't handle.

As I walked back to my place, I couldn’t wait to slip into my new body, take it out for a spin—and make good use of that ass. There was a gay pub nearby, and that ass was definitely going to turn some heads, just like it did with mine.

[clevertreephilosopher]

I've always wanted the ability to take traits from other guys. I just think that picking and choosing traits from guys to make me the hot, muscular and hairy guy I've always wanted to be seems so hot.

The key word is “seems” as you’re certainly right. Some wishes may seem hot in the moment, but when you’re faced with the reality of them they’re never how you thought they’d be. So I’ll grant you that power to take traits from other guys. But there’s a catch! Yes I know with me there’s always a catch. So surely you should have seen this coming. For everything you take, you’ll also give something in return. You were in the gym when you first used your new found power. It was your first time in this gym and you saw a man doing squats and thought he had a nice firm bubble butt. In that moment you decided you would swap. The second you did you could see the back of his gym shorts getting looser as his ass lost it’s firmness. It defeated until he had your average ass. You on the other hand could feel your ass swelling with size. It was nice until you felt it pushing against the back of your gym shorts. It became so tight that you could actually feel them ripping. You looked over your shoulder and could see two large orbs where your previously flatter ass used to be.

This seemed great to you. Plus you couldn’t notice anything missing from your own body. You thought you’d have to train something but everything seemed fine. Why not keep swapping with guys? Especially in this gym, the guys here were always so hot that’s why you came here every day! Wait everyday? This is your first... oh never mind you’d found your next victim. You spend hours in the gym that day. Every time you saw another person working out or stepping through the door you’d swap something with them. It started small. Shoe size. Hair colour. Eyes. Then it turned into way bigger changes like pecs, arms, quads, body hair. Pretty soon you couldn’t even recognise yourself in the mirror. In fact, when you looked into the mirror you realised something. Every physical part of your body you’d swapped. There wasn’t a single original part of you in the mirror. In fact there’s never be a single part of the original you ever again. See as you’ve been swapping physical traits with men, you’ve also been swapping out your not so physical traits. Your drive for your career. Your intelligence. Your sense of humour. Every single piece of you. Go on, tell me your name. Travis? Are you sure it was Travis before? See you even swapped your own name. Now let’s take a look at you.

From now on you’re Travis, the happy go-lucky rent boy. Yes, rent boy. That guy you swapped your dick with was a rent boy. So you got that too. You’re definitely hairy, muscular and hot. Your wish definitely ‘seems’ to be what you asked for, but was it really worth everything you had?

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[clevertreephilosopher]

Looking for a change.

I'm obsessed with muscle growth, but feel like I always ask to be some big sweaty meat head. So why don't you do whatever you like to me.

Dealers choice

I’ll be fair and not deviate too much what we both know is going to be your final end result in this long scheme of transformation. Only this time I’ll make it a little more… interesting. Every time you become aroused you’re going to bulk up. First finding it hot that your arms beef up. As they swell to barely fit the sleeves of your shirt. Your feel the heat build as your chest expands with muscle and you feel the heaviness of your core as your stomach pokes out slightly which turns you on more and causes your gut to drop a hard jock gut. You curl your toes trying to hold back the explosion that is soon too happen only to make your feet inch bigger and bigger. Your thighs begin pressing against each other as they swell larger and larger and as your shaft and balls are pushed outward from the growth. You feel a heaviness in them and you close your eyes and grit your teeth as you explode the thick milky juice from your enlarged member. Your body stop growing and you take a pic. After one session of being aroused by growth you don’t fit into your clothes anymore. But with a larger member and those tight clothes. You feel yourself getting horny all over again and a look of panic crossed your face and the growing proceeds once more.