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Steve Sterling

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Let it hang.

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gut out of control

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Forced Freak

Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

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Nice Throw - Part 2

A warm feeling spreads across your expansive gut as the magic flows from you to your coach. His fingers grow as his hands thicken, doubling in size in just moments. You watch his eyes grow wide while he watches his hands become hulking man hands. He lets go of your belly and takes a step back, looking at you in shock and confusion.

The coaches hair falls out as the rest turns grey. His body grows into a thick muscle bear.

Unlike you, both muscle and fat begin to pour into the coach's body. His arms swell to the size of a powerlifters, biceps the size of melons with a solid layer of fat that makes them look soft to the touch. His shoulders broaden, giving him no hope of ever fitting into any of his shirts ever again. His hard earned six pack swells into a round and stuff muscle gut that proceeds him everywhere his goes. And his solid pecs follow suit, growing into a round and bouncy pair of man tits.

The shift in his center of gravity causes him to lose his balance for a moment, but he quickly regains it. In the meantime, the magic starts to spread to his head. His neck starts to thicken and connect to his traps, making it look like he barely has a neck. Under his beard, a soft double chin makes his neck look even thicker. And his jaw widened as his jawline disappeared under a soft layer of fat, making his face look thick and rounded. His mustache became bushier as his beard started to go grey, making him look more mature. And as if that wasn't enough, his hair started to fall out. Short dark brown hairs showered the floor of the locker room until he was left with a shiny bald head with a thin sprinkling of little hairs poking out. As a final touch, wrinkles formed all over his once well kept face, leaving him looking 20 years older than he was moments ago.

As the magic transformed his head, it seemed to take a hold of his brain as well. You watch as his panicked expression slowly fades to acceptance, then to confidence. His shoulders relax and he stops sucking in his gut, seeming rather proud of it instead.

It is far from over, however, as the top heavy man still has scrawny legs. It doesn't last long though as the coach lens forwards, his perky ass expands until his underwear can't take it anymore. The stretchy underwear reaches its limit and tears into a million pieces. The coach then lifts up his gut, giving you a full view of his dick as it grows longer and thicker. You hear a deep moan come from his mouth as his dick snakes down his leg, finally stopping at a hulking 10 inches and nearly as thick as a pop can.

He regains his composure as his thighs swell with fat and muscle, becoming like tree trunks that rub together wherever he walks. Similar to his hands, his feet rapidly double in size, suitable for a man as well endowed as him. And as a final cherry on top, the already hairy man grows an extra thick coat of a salt and pepper hair everywhere on his body, everywhere except his head that is.

The coach stretches for a moment, getting used to his new hulking body before he brings his focus back to you.

"Pete? Good, you're here." He says in a gruff voice. "I need a quick favour before the big game."

He leans in, placing his hand on the wall behind you. His muscle gut rests right above your head, and his dick points straight at your mouth, begging for release.

"I made you captain for a reason, boy. Be a good captain and do as coach tells you." He continues.

You've never done this before, but something about it just seems right. Your mouth is watering at the thought of relieving your coach.

You wrap your lips around his monster of a cock and he leans in, sending his tip to the back of your throat. You don't even need to move, as his hips start thrusting faster and faster. You've never seen a man of his stature move this swift before. He grabs the back of your head with one hand and teases his nipple with the other. His grunts get louder and louder until you feel a warm liquid fill the back of your throat, accompanied by a satisfied sigh from the coach.

"Thanks champ. I really needed that." He says between heavy breaths.

You swallow and wipe your face as you feel your gut grow. It's not much, but it's noticeable. You don't have time to think about it however, because you hear a couple sets of footsteps approach the locker room.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of your teammates says as he and another teammate walk in.

You find it odd that he wouldn't recognize his own captain and coach, but you know that the coach can handle it.

The coach stomps over to them and grabs them by the collar, letting the magic spill from his body into theirs.

"Is that any way to speak to your coach?" The coach snarled.

They both rapidly grew thick ball bellies that rode up their jerseys and soft man tits that always showed through their shirts. Their bodies and minds quickly softened as well.

"No coach." The fattened young men said in unison.

"Good men." Coach responds.

He lets them go and walks to the bathroom to clean up. Your two teammates seem to be enjoying themselves as they play with each other's exposed bellies.

You find it odd that they arrived in jerseys that were too small for them, you assume it's just some kinky thing. You certainly don't mind when your teammates try something new in the post game orgies.

Over the next half an hour, every player in the team showed up and promptly grew out of their tiny clothes. We could barely fit into the locker room.

"ppfffffftttt." You hear someone trying to hold their laughter.

It's coming from the hallway that leads to the field. The coach quickly stomps over and drags back a young man by the collar. It's the guy who threw you the football earlier, what a coincidence.

The coach pulls him to the middle of the locker room.

"Look what we have here." He says with a smirk. "The captain of the opposing team is spying on us."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The young man pleads.

"Shut it! How about we show them what a real man is." Coach says as he looks to all the players.

"Yeah!!!!" Everyone shouts.

The coach grabs the small amount of fat on the man's stomach, making the magic spread to his body.

"Do you call this a stomach, flat and pathetic. Only weak men have flat stomachs, strong men can provide enough food for themselves to grow big guts."

As he says it, the man's stomach starts to swell. It grows and grows until he looks pregnant.

"And you call these pecs? These wimpy little mounds. Pecs aren't worth having if you can't grab em like a football."

He grabs the man's chest, making his pecs soften into thick man tits that sag onto his gut.

"This baby face won't do either, real men can show it off with a beard."

Coach grabs the man's chin, causing thick brown hairs to sprout all across his face. It grows and grows until it nearly reaches his chest.

Similar to the coach, you watch as his face goes from fear to acceptance over his swelling body.

"Even after all the help I have provided him, he is still small and feeble. Who thinks he needs to be bigger!"

Coach once again looks at the team.

"I do!" Everyone yells.

"Good."

Coach grabs his stomach again. He moans as fat hundreds of pounds pile into his body. His gut grows bigger than a beach ball, riding up his stretchy shirt. His hips widen as his love handles spill over his waist band. His pecs grow into hulking man tits that would make any woman jealous. His ass swells, sagging under its own weight. And the rest of his body fattens to match his obese body. Leaving him by far the fattest man in the room.

The coach leans in close, "if I ever see you here again boy, I'll fuck you till your fat guys come out of your mouth. Got it?"

"Yeah" he replies, clearly weak in the knees.

"Good, now go back to your team fatboy and spread the word." Coach slaps him on the ass on his way out.

The young man waddled out of the locker room faster than he's ever moved before.

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Very empty after arm day. I need filled, rubbed, and milked.

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Just gorgeous.

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Look at this beautiful set of tiddies.

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Hunger and Lust

Gus had tried everything. Three years of lifting, meal plans, bulking, cutting, dirty bulks, clean bulks—nothing ever stuck. His genetics were shit, and his metabolism burned through food like a furnace, leaving him stranded in his skinny, unimpressive frame. He’d spent more nights than he’d like to admit scrolling through fitness forums, watching influencers with thick, veiny arms say “Trust the process, bro.”

Fuck the process.

That was why, when he found an obscure bodybuilding forum thread discussing Hercule-Chem, he barely hesitated. The before-and-after pictures were absurd—guys doubling their size in a month, pecs popping out like slabs of meat, veins crawling across their forearms like living things. And no one could find anything about the company. Some underground, high-end shit, then.

He ordered without hesitation. A bottle of 30 pills, one a day, no refunds, $300 flat. The package arrived in a plain brown box, no return address, just a single white bottle inside. Bold black letters read:

HERCULE-CHEM GROWTH ACCELERATOR. DOSAGE: ONE PILL PER DAY. DO NOT EXCEED.

No ingredient list. No disclaimers. Sketchy as hell.

He popped the first pill that night.

Gus didn’t expect much. Maybe a placebo boost at best. But when he woke up, there was a weird warmth in his chest. His body felt heavier, denser, like wearing a thick sweater.

Looking in the mirror, it wasn’t dramatic—a little more thickness in his biceps, maybe a little more shape in his pecs. Probably nothing. But in the gym, every rep felt smoother, stronger. He wasn’t lifting more, but his muscles burned differently, deeper, like they actually wanted to grow for once.

That night, he was starving. He demolished two plates of pasta and still wanted more. His cock was half-hard for no reason, a dull pulse of need lingering in the back of his mind.

By day three, it was undeniable. His shirts were tighter across the chest. His arms looked fuller, thicker, veins surfacing across his forearms when he flexed. His jawline looked sharper, and his morning wood was insistent, relentless, a throbbing ache that wouldn’t go away until he jerked off twice in the shower.

His appetite was bottomless. Breakfast was three eggs, two protein shakes, and a full stack of pancakes, and an hour later, his stomach growled again.

Gus worked as an accountant, usually diligent and sharp. But lately, he caught himself adjusting his bulge, feeling a weird, slow-building heat in his groin. It was distracting and overwhelming, and his coworkers noticed, giving Gus strange looks.

Dinner that night was a whole rotisserie, with two protein shakes and a bag of salad. Even tonight, he had to jerk himself off twice just before he could sleep. He went up 10 pounds in his lifts overnight. He was gaining.

By the end of the week, Gus had put on twenty pounds. Twenty fucking pounds.

The scale read 175. He started at 155. His arms weren’t just bigger—they were striated, rounder, pushing against the sleeves of his old T-shirts. His pecs had real weight to them now, pressing forward when he stood straight. And his cock? Jesus Christ. He’d never measured before, but it felt thicker, heavier in his grip, swelling harder, faster. Even his balls were heavier and hung lower.

And fuck, was he horny. Not just the kind that faded with a quick jerk-off session—the deep, constant, gnawing kind. He kept catching himself staring at his reflection, feeling the flex and pull of his own body with something almost… obscene. He liked the way his arms tensed, the way his abs popped just a little more when he twisted. He found himself posing in the mirror before bed, half-hard, admiring himself like he was someone else. And he needed more.

The idea hit him at the gym. People liked watching this shit, right? Gym bros with perfect bodies, pumping iron, flexing, showing off.

So, that night, he made an OnlyFans. And in just a few days, he had hundreds of subscribers. It started simple—just shirtless flexing, showing off his progress. But then came the DMs. Requests. Tips. People wanted more. They wanted sweaty gym videos, close-ups of his biceps bulging under heavy weights. They wanted to see his chest pump, his abs glisten. And holy fuck, they paid for it.

Gus didn’t even have to work anymore. He had quit his job at the office, much to the mixed concern and relief of his coworkers. People who were close were concerned about his rapid changes, telling him that he should really think about what he's doing. Others were relieved, saying he was stinking up the place, his musky body odor getting stronger. He was also becoming worse at his job, and one time he was caught jerking off in the restrooms.

By now, Gus was 190 pounds. His arms were thicker than some guys' legs, his shoulders broad enough to make old hoodies look comically small. His cock and balls were bigger too—he could tell. It throbbed every morning, every night, every time he watched his own videos.

And the hunger? Jesus. He was eating six meals a day, and it still wasn’t enough.

At the end of week two, he was 205 pounds. Fifty fucking pounds in two weeks. And people were obsessed with him. His streams got thousands of viewers. He was making more money than he’d ever dreamed of, just by being big, being desirable. His body was freakishly perfect now; thick, broad, shredded as fuck. His chest jutted out like a shelf of muscle, his abs were carved, and his arms were unreal.

But every time he popped one of those pills, one thought kept creeping into his mind. What if I took two? Because one a day had turned him into this. What would two a day do? And before he could think too hard about it, he twisted open the bottle, pulled out a second pill, and swallowed it dry.

Gus felt the second pill hit almost instantly.

His veins burned, and his muscles tightened, swelled, thickened. He barely felt anything from his workouts the next day. Every rep felt too light, too easy. His skin stretched taut over expanding chords of muscle.

By the time he got home, his body felt too tight for itself. His cock ached, his stomach growled, his pulse pounded in his ears. He downed an entire family-sized meal in one sitting, but the hunger barely faded. He jacked off five times before bed, thick ropes of cum splattering his abs, but the need never went away. And the next day? He woke up even bigger.

Fifteen pounds overnight. Gus laughed. Fifteen fucking pounds. His traps were swallowing his neck. His arms hung thick and heavy at his sides, every step making his pecs bounce with obscene weight. His abs were still there, but there was something different. His waist, once tight and tapered, was thickening. Not fat, but pure, dense muscle, a gut of solid power pressing against his skin.

And holy fuck, was he hungry. Breakfast was two full rotisserie chickens, a gallon of milk, and an entire loaf of bread. And he still wanted more.

His cock throbbed through his sweats, an almost constant pressure. He streamed later that night. Just lifting, flexing, eating. He barely even tried, just let the camera drink him in. Tips flooded in. Viewers went insane watching him shove food down his throat, watching his body drink up every calorie like fuel for a growing monster. And every night, he took two pills, every day for the rest of the week until he was out. And the results?

305 pounds. His scale barely handled his weight. He was a monster.

His arms were bigger than his head. His chest was so thick and round, his obscene nipples started leaking white. His gut was pure, heavy muscle, stretching the fabric of his shirts tight over his rounded mass. His thighs had swollen to the size of tree trunks. His shoulders made moving through doors normally, a challenge.

He could barely fit into his apartment anymore. The bottle was empty. But he was nowhere near done growing. His cock throbbed at the thought. In fact, jacking off did nothing anymore. His balls pulsed with weight, heavy, throbbing with pent-up loads. He streamed every night, showing off, flexing, feeding, letting thousands of viewers watch him consume, grow, stroke himself through his sweats as his body demanded more until he was soaked from his own jizz.

Gus needed more. More food, more muscle, more cock, more everything. He needed more. But Hercule-Chem had vanished. No search results, no forum threads, no record of his order. It was like the company had never existed.

He panicked at first. His brain struggled to process it. He’d never been the smartest guy, but now? Thinking was getting hard. He could feel it. Like his mind was slowing down, like the space between thoughts was stretching longer and longer. How was Gus going to keep growing?

Gus' mind spiraled until his head literally exhausted itself. Was thinking even really worth it anymore? He was huge. Bigger than anyone in his gym by at least fifty pounds.The biggest. The thickest. The strongest. The dumbest.

And holy fuck, was he desirable.

Day 30

Gus could barely fit through doors. His pecs pushed forward so far he couldn’t see his feet. His arms hung heavy at his sides, biceps bloated with obscene size. His gut was pure, thick muscle, round and powerful, pushing against every shirt he owned until they tore from the sheer bulk. His thighs were so thick he had to walk with a wide stance, his cock permanently stuffed down one side of his sweats, throbbing, leaking, aching.

Thinking was impossible now. But fucking? That was easy. And everyone wanted him. The moment he stepped into the gym, they took him. Hungry men. Dominant men. Men who saw him for what he was. A muscle slut, a dumb, eager mass of pure size, built to be filled, used, worshiped.

He let them. He begged for it. They fed him until his stomach bloated, fucked him until he couldn't even think, filled him, milked him, more, more.

One man bent him over the bench press, gripping his thick waist, filling him deep while another stuffed his mouth full of cock.

Another pressed him against the mirrors, groping every inch of his monstrous bulk, his round gut, his swollen pecs. They twisted and pulled on his nipples, squeezing him of his pec milk.

They wanted him. They needed him. And fuck—he needed them. His OnlyFans exploded. His streams got millions of views. He was no longer just Gus. He was the biggest, dumbest, hungriest, most fuckable muscle slut alive.

And even though the pills were gone…He had a feeling his growth wasn’t over yet.