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You step into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you as the scent of rain-soaked pavement trails in from outside. The soft crack-crack of a fire draws your eyes to the living room, where the flickering glow bathes everything in amber and gold. Cozy. Almost too cozy.

Then you see him.

Curled—no, sprawled—on the couch like a lion in repose, is your roommate. Or at least, was your roommate. Because this? This beast of a man stretching the couch’s limits with his sheer mass? This is not the same delicate-limbed, waifish twink who used to float around the apartment in oversized sweaters and boyish charm.

His legs are kicked up casually, one arm slung over the backrest. The firelight dances over broad pecs that bulge against a t-shirt clearly designed for someone four sizes smaller.

And he's wearing that shirt. The purple unicorn shirt.

Only now, it looks more like a battlefield than a garment.

The once-loose cotton is now stretched skin-tight across a chest so wide it practically has its own weather system. The pastel unicorn — formerly prancing cheerfully across his chest — now looks, warped and distorted by the sheer expanse of muscle it's forced to parade across.

The sleeves? They’re losing the will to live. Threadbare and clinging for dear life around biceps thicker than your thighs. You swear you hear a stitch pop as he casually shifts his arm. The fabric twitches, one breath away from a full-scale structural failure.

His biceps? Ridiculous. Veined, pumped, like he’d just curled a Volkswagen for fun.

“Hey,” he rumbles, voice an octave deeper than you remember — warm, low, and way too smug. “You’re home late.”

your roommate — your sweet, skinny, bubblegum-tart-twinkle of a boy — has somehow grown into a massive, vein-laced colossus.

You blink. twice

“W-What… happened to you?”

He stretches, the shirt making an ominous stretching noise, and smirks.

“Growth spurt.”

You step forward slowly, half-expecting the illusion to shatter. But nope—his traps are real. His jawline could cut glass. And those thighs... and that BULGE? You don’t even want to know what pants shopping is like now.

“Growth spurt?” you repeat, incredulous. “You look like you ate your old self and used creatine as a chaser.”

He shrugs—casually, cockily—every movement a flex.

“Maybe I got tired of being the ‘adorable roommate.’ Figured I’d bulk up. Took… well, a bit more than just protein powder.”

You raise a brow.

“You kept that shirt?” you ask, incredulous.

He shrugs, the motion wracking the unicorn with fresh trauma.

“It’s nostalgic,” he says, grinning. “And stretchy. Mostly. So far.”

The couch creaks under him. One of the seams along the side of his torso snaps audibly.

You take a step back.

“You’re gonna explode.”

Another grin. Another twitch. Another stitch sacrificed to the altar of hypertrophy.

He leans back, huge arms spreading across the cushions, utterly unapologetic.

He smiles—mischievous, confident, terrifying.

Somewhere, one of the couch legs gives way under the weight.

You’re still staring.

He winks. “You gonna keep ogling, or join me?”

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God, biceps like a gorilla and that slack-jawed expression. I need him.

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Because you helped a elderly witch cross the street, she has given you the blessing of perfectly fitting genitals compared to your girlfriend and increased stamina to go as long as you need to satisfy her. That same witch however had placed a curse on your girlfriend on a different occasion after she insulted the witch. This curse makes it so that everytime she cums, she would grow just a little bit so she would always need a bigger rod to satisfy her. She also made it so the time she can go without sex becomes shorter and shorter. Up until now you havrn't had any issues with this, but it is starting to become cumbersome for the both of you.

Her behavior was noticeably different than before, rubbing my inner thigh a lot, whispering in my ear, doing things she'd only do when she was extremely horny...except that was really becoming the norm.

At times it was obvious that she was wet due to the coloration of her pants around the crotch area.

Of course, not wanting to always leave her seeking pleasure and not getting any, I made sure to get things rolling for both of us, and thanks to my blessing, things couldn't be easier.

Whether it took minutes or hours, I'd always be able to fuck her and stretch her out just a bit to give her the most bliss possible! However, something that was uncommon but started becoming regular was her asking for second rounds, third rounds...her arousal was really getting the better of her.

Though I couldn't say I wasn't at fault either, after all, due to how she was affected by her curse, she was growing larger, taller, a wider, deeper hole, wider hips, all perfect for taking bigger and bigger cocks. Which resulted in me having to satisfy her further with the swelling I was gifted with. While the blessing was, at first, only positive, with how much she was growing, becoming a full on minigiantess, it started also becoming cumbersome on its own, having to carry a massive bulge in ill fitting custom clothes just to go out in public to do absolutely anything.

And even in public, my girlfriend, who wasn't one that really thrived in showing public affection, was really keen on it all of a sudden, even if that affection was more often than not, intimate and sexual in nature. Not just kisses, but full on makeout sessions. Not just hands over the hips, but over the butt, thighs, and sometimes even outright touching either mine or her private areas.

I couldn't say I wasn't in love, she was still the same woman I fell in love with, just hornier! Though, to be fair, with how much I was growing, I was getting hornier too...

At this rate, I'm going to end up with a skyscraper dick for my building towering, giantess girlfriend...I wonder if the witch will reverse things at all... though I feel like she might have made this whole thing completely permanent... Oh well... I'm mostly worried for the city, because when I end up cumming in her, her cumblimp of a gut will surely cover the entire city in a pure show of lovemaking quality <3

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"Take a look at that! Wow! Those supplements really did a number on you." Jay's workout buddy said with a whistle as he felt up his friend's feminized ass.

He finished his assessment on whether Jay was indeed slowly changing into a plushy-assed twink with a hearty spank. Jay hated that his new body, especially his jiggly, slappable ass loved the attention. Before his buddy had offered him the workout supplements, he was a conventionally-minded, normal man, and now...

Now, the aspiring gym bro looked like a full-blown femboy, still carrying some of the masculine features from before but undeniably changed. Jay's shoulders were trimmer, and his waist had somewhat thinned along with a dozen other small, individually imperceptible alterations that together left him looking much girlier.

"What am I going to do?" Jay asked, pulling on his curly brown hair, hoping someone else could take control of the situation he'd gotten himself into.

His buddy inhaled deeply, still staring at Jay's bottom. He pried his attention away and scanned the gym.

"See that group over there?" He asked, using his chin to gesture to three women using the ellipticals. "They used to show up once or twice a month. But, since you started... blossoming. They've become regulars."

Jay's gaze drifted to the group. They were already looking in his direction and spontaneously began giggling amongst themselves at his attention. In turn, Jay began blushing. His friend clapped him on the back and whispered into his ear.

"If you keep it up, you might make a friend or two, or three. Also..." He grabbed Jay's slutty little waist and spun him around, placing his other hand on his stomach. "You could use some core training."

Jay gulped, looking down at the man's hand on his small potbelly. It was true. Despite other areas slimming down, his butt and this pesky pooch were more apparent than ever. In that moment, Jay thought it looked kind of cute, especially when his buddy's big hand was rubbing it ever so gently.

"O-okay, I'll keep it up and see wh-what happens." Jay resolved, eyes fluttering.

He continued taking the supplements, mixing them into his pre-workout shakes, and focused on doing exercises and using equipment that would shrink his stomach and his plump ass. Unfortunately, the complete opposite happened.

The next month showed a steep escalation in the young man’s transformation. Jay's bubblebutt and belly only grew from one day to the next. He had a wide, milfy ass and his once-lean stomach rounded into a softer, pudgier belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly with every movement. One part of his friend's plan did work, though, getting closer to the trio of women who had become his new workout partners.

They had taken Jay under their wing, half in jest and half in genuine admiration, always encouraging him with flirty comments and playful teasing.

“Look at those cute cheeks, Jay! You’re basically the hottest guy in the gym!” One would say, winking at him after each set.

“Honestly, I wish my butt looked that good,” another chimed in, eyeing his rear with a smirk.

Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Jay found himself blushing and laughing along with them. Jay began to embrace his identity, flaunting his newfound curves in snug workout attire that highlighted his figure. He loved the way his stretchy shorts clung to him, especially his belly. Every slight brush from one of the women sent tingling pulses up the young man's pregnant-looking form.

Eventually, the teasing culminated into something more thrilling. During a cooldown one afternoon, the most daring workout bunny of the three nudged him and said: “You know, we’ve been talking, and we think it’s time you joined us in the girls’ locker room. You’re practically one of us now!"

Jay’s heart raced at the prospect, both excited and nervous. He glanced at the other women, their expressions were bemused, yet there was an undeniable spark in the air. “Okay,” Jay said, feeling bold. “Let’s do it!”

The atmosphere in the locker room was entirely different from the gym floor. As the three women began to change, Jay stood awkwardly at the edge, feeling an accute shyness. With a little poking and prodding, they coaxed him into the showers' warm water.

“See? You belong here,” One said as she stepped closer, her fingers grazing his chub lightly. Jay felt a thrill run through him. “You’re really cute in that top, but you should take it off.” she added, causing Jay to blush profusely.

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He stripped down and joined them in the mist just before she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his in a surprising but exhilarating kiss. Jay melted into it, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through his body. She began feeling up and squeezing his fattened ass as they made out in front of the others. As one pulled away, another would join in, kissing him softly and exploring the curves of his waist, rubbing his distended belly.

"You have such a pretty, little cock." One breathed into his ear, reaching around to squeeze his soapy member.

"And the most perfect tum!" Another agreed, bending down so she could caress and wobble his belly.

"There's just not enough of you to go around!" The third say, grinding herself into his Kardashian ass.

The feeling of their bodies pressed together in the warm shower was intoxicating. Jay felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of thrill and vulnerability. He was coming close to a whimpering orgasm as the girls whispered sweet nothings, fingers entwined in hair and caressing soft skin. With a newfound assuredness, Jay melted into the moment, secretly thanking his old workout buddy for pushing him further.

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