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“Says here, you’ve nearly done your time, scheduled to leave tomorrow. That right kid?” my trainer said, riffling through my paperwork, filling out my time sheet. I knew by the half smirk crawling across his face that there was something up.

“Yes sir… Today’s my last training day…” I said, trying to keep a straight face. I’d learned a while ago not to show any attitude to him, or anyone who runs this place. It only tacks time, or other ridiculous punishments to your sentence.

“Well, we’re just going to have to postpone your release. You haven’t met the weight requirement Judge Andrews sentenced you with. 6 months and 110lbs, sound about right? The scale doesn’t lie kid, you’ve got 10 more pounds to go. I’m thinking, 6 weeks should do it.” he said, not bothering to hide his wicked grin. He enjoyed his job far too much.

“Ye… Yes sir.” I said, clenching one of my fists. I could feel my blood boiling, one of the side effects to the supplements they pumped into our food. It was hard not to lose control, feeling an unnatural rage building up as I watched him sign the extension forms.

6 months ago, I’d gotten into a fight with Mark, one of the Football players at school. The team was having a laugh, calling all the swimmers fags and prissy boys. I was the captain of our Swim team, so after asking him to knock it off, he threw the first punch, and I lost it. In out scramble, I managed to knock him down, went to kick him in the crotch for good measure, but he’d squirmed out of the way, and my foot collided with his knee, shattering it. The hospital said he’d never be able to play again, which meant he lost his Scholarship.

His family sued the school, and my family. They tried to milk millions from the town, and wanted our house as settlement. My lawyer was the best we could afford, and managed to win my case, but the school’s lawyer was better. In the end the school settled, but I was sentenced to 6 months, and 110lbs at the Boys Reformatory, in reparation for ruining Mark’s future. No one would tell me what the hell that meant before I was carted off across the state, dumped at a facility that looked like a prison, and left to fend for myself.

As you can see, I found out exactly what it meant the hard way. After the initial orientation, where they gave me my uniforms, a tour of the facility, and a booklet or rules, I was thrown into the routine the next day:

-30 minutes early breakfast, which consisted of 2000 carefully counted calories worth of food, all balanced for perfect nutrition and energy boosting.

-3-hour workout, which was mostly cardio based.

-7 hours hard labor for most of the afternoon.

-30 minutes for lunch, which was 3500 calories, this time protein packed.

-2 hours of classes to keep up with what my regular school was teaching.

-3-hour workout, this time far more grueling, heavy lifting, strength training.

-30-hour for dinner, which again was geared towards optimal athletic progress. For me, it was 2500 calories.

-30 minutes of free time, in which most of us decided to take a shower. Although the water was always cold, it still felt amazing on our throbbing bodies after each hard day’s grind.

-7-hours for sleep. It wasn’t hard to get exactly that, as each of us was required to take a medley of nightly supplements, which included a sedative.

Day in and day out, repetition. Most of the guys here had been for a while, so they were already massive. But me, I’d learned quickly that I’d look just like them by the end of my stint. It’d only take a week for me to find insane changes in my body. My muscles were constantly aching, soaking in the fuel from the insane meals, and what I assumed were low dose steroids in everything we ate. I found myself being more aggressive, losing my temper more often, having to go to the Councilor to learn to keep my cool.

After 3 months, I was already too big to swim, my body was bulked up, bloated, heavy, my shoulders and biceps making my arms hang out to side. My thighs rubbed, and you could hear me coming by the heavy, stomping footfalls. Lumbering, that’s what I was reduced to. A big lumbering brute.

I stunk constantly. My trainer chalked it up to the hormones and supplements rushing through me, aided by the grueling workout routines and hard labor. I was going through clothing sizes almost every week. My chest was so big I’d ripped through t-shirts, my arms were getting too big for sleeves. Embarrassingly, I’d had to request larger boxer briefs, as my cock and balls had outgrown those as well. I’d tried to hide it, but the too small undies would squeeze my nuts, causing me to lash out.

And now, I’d found out I’d be here for another 6 weeks. Apparently, I hadn’t gained the required 110lbs missing it by only 10, which was insane in the first place! What was the point of all this! I mean, look at my shirt! It’s already too small, and this is the largest size they have on hand, without having order out. My underwear is already starting to bind up around my balls… and I can feel my toes squashed up against the size 17 sneakers they’d given me this morning. How big do I need to be?!

6 weeks later, and an added 10 pounds, I was lumbering out the doors, a free man. I reeked, not having time to shower after the last workout, my clothes were tearing with each step I took, but I was free. One last meeting with my lawyer had revealed that, because I ruined Mark��s chances of playing football ever again, the Judge and the School’s lawyer had settled for me to, “be too large to swim on the team ever again” and at 223lbs of thickly packed solid muscle, I’d fulfilled the settlement.

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Second pair to go !, If you want to help me gain and become the biggest boy, you can find m exclusive content and role-play videos in my Patreon!

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How do I look???

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Belly after exams, I think I deserve a little prize, maybe I'll eat big pizza? Who knows...

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Need new suit pants so bad !

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I want to come out as gay, but I’m in a super conservative area (Mississippi) and I’m scared. Could you make me some big, musky, manly Gay so I can fight back if shit gets real?

You quickly get inside your dorm after you saw the package. It had Rakurai Inc. In bold rainbow letters on the top. You opened it up to find a pair of yellow sneakers inside. You frown as they are obviously way to big for your small feet. You sigh and decide to at least try them on.

As soon as you tie the laces, you feel weird. Hot, woozy, foggy in the head. You look down and see your skinny little legs explode with pounds and pounds of muscle.

As it rides up, your ass expands, easily ripping apart your pants. Your cock snakes its way down your leg, dripping onto the floor as you lose ballance and fall on your massive ass.

The feeling continues to travel up, your torso growing in every direction, and your abs pushing outward. Your pecs jiggle as they come to life, bouncing up and down as they grow, while your arms triple in size and flex unstoppably.

Your head gets a rush as your mind slows down and your brain stops working.

A dumb smirk appears on your face as you look at your naked body. Uhhh you should probably like cover up right??

You take off your sneakers, a damp musk immediately spreading through your room, and place them infront of your rod, which slips inside.

You moan as the sweaty confines of the shoe rub against your hard member, and you shoot ropes into your new sneaker.

You look around the room, faintly remembering it looked different, but once you see the filming equipment you remember. You were getting ready to shoot a vid for your only fans, and your bro was coming over to pound your ass.

You might be an idiot but anyone would be stupid to mess with you now. Just don't forget your clothes.

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Hey hi! I'm having some trouble with my friend. We've been friend since middle school but lost contact for a few months. I don't recognize him anymore. We were both fairly average looking guy, maybe on the skinny side. But now he is towering and large. he doesn't like theater anymore, i don't know what happened. Would there be anything in your products to help me reconnect with my friend?

Reconnecting with an old friend? That's adorable.

You heard rumors about a life changing company making its rounds in town. Your childhood friend seemingly got their hands on some stuff so you've been looking around town for the past few days.

So you were quite surprised to find a package stuck to your door, with the logo you've been hoping to find across it ; Rakurai Inc.

You hurry inside to find a damp cutoff tank top . You take it out and the stangy musk drills its way into your nostrils.

Reluctantly, you put it on your skinny frame and take a look in the mirror.

It looks ridiculous on you, hanging off of you like a dress, your stick like arms in stark contrast to your big pectorals.

Your pectorals??

You frown as you see your torso broaden, muscles forming where there were none before. You watch in awe as abs push into being, your arms tripling in size as your hands explore your growing body.

You look down to see your legs stretch upward giving you an imposing 6'4 in length.

Your quads thicken, and looking down you notice your glutes filling the back of your pants.

A wave of pleasure notifies you of your dick springing to action and slithering down your legs.

Looking back up to the mirror, your mind glazes over. Memories of theatre and studying get replaced by Memories of working out , skipping school and making out with your best friend.

Your dick stirs in your pants as you remember the first time you made out.

As you rub your dick through your pants , your boyfriend walks in, smiling at your stature and quickly pulling you towards the bedroom.

A classic childhood friends trope.

Countless possibilities. Fantasies come true. Anything within your grasp with Rakurai Inc.

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Have I missed the egg hunt? I can't find any, I've looked everywhere.

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Oh there's one, buts it's dirty yellow. Hope it still works.

I'm an average slightly chubby white 28 years old gay guy right now, I wonder who I'll be in a few minutes. That is if I'm not too late for the egg hunt.

God... why did they have to scatter eggs out all this way? This was awful. But whatever... You picked up a few before heading deeper into the woods. It was pretty dirty out here. Rain just fell after all, so lots of mud out there. You sighed and kept going... that was until you found one darn egg. It was yellow and in the mud. You reached for it and fell in... You groaned and tried to wipe it off but soon you heard an engine or two. That was... odd. You decided to keep quiet for a bit, but it wasn't long until something made the engines stop. You heard a boyish voice call out. "Hey Rick!" Rick? Name sounded familiar. "Rick come on! Just get on your bike and lets go!" You heard a groan before a revving again. One rev... you blinked and when you opened your eyes you felt... a bit more energetic. Another. You looked down and were... very thin, but with some slight muscle. "Come on!" Another rev. Your mind changed this time... Rick wasn't just a familiar name... it was yours.

"Yeah just... one sec!" You put the egg in your pocket... wait... Where was your pocket? You looked down, not even noticing the revving anymore... it was closer. Your outfit... it completely changed... You were now wearing some stupid bike outfit.

Then you heard something different. "Agh god damn it!" One of the boys yelled out... it was rain. You had to get to your bike before... wait... your bike? You looked around and there it was. A bright green bike. Matched your sponsor labeled suit. Running over you grabbed your helmet and revved up and started to drive. Your face changed... younger and younger as you rode up a hill and met your friends. They were your friends right? Yeah of course they were. Had been friends ever since junior year.

"Let's go." You motioned for them and the five of you started to ride out of the forest, a couple people heading to their cars. Yeah... there was supposed to be an egg hunt today huh? Bad day for it I guess.

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Maybe West Point or VMI cadets?

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Hey man! Heard this was the place to come for some new gear! I’m just getting started working out so I don’t know what all I need, I just know I need to break a sweat and keep my mind on the weights!

Want to become the true gym rat?

You arrived at the gym , excited to try on your new gear. You had revived a new cap in the mail, with #gainz on it. You couldn't help but chuckle. Anyone who would see you wear it would think you had not a single active braincell in your head.

After putting it on, together with your headphones and the rest of your loose workout gear you begin your workout.

After your first few sets, you notice you haven't really broken a sweat or gotten any feeling of fatigue, so you decide to up the weight.

You continue adding weight. You feel a slight tightness across your chest, but you keep going. More weight, push, pull, more weight, push, pull. Nothing else is on your mind. Even when people come up to you asking for how many sets you still need, you just keep working out, adding more weight.

After about 4 hours you finally wake up from your workout daze and look at the muscle freak in front of you. You chuckle.

"Lookin good brah"

You flex and notice your reflection doing the same, which makes you let out a bellowing laugh. It was you all along. Then again your brain was so shit you could barely remember your own adress sometimes.

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You mentioned something about side effects with your products?

Well I'm always interested in seeing what happens with side effects and unintended interactions, so I'd love to get two pieces of clothing from you and try them both on to see what happens.

Maybe one of them can give me balls that can blow huge loads 10 times a day, and the other can be something to turn me into a bulky stud full of protein farts.

Can't wait to see what to see what the side effects do to me ;)

Due to a lack of sustainability, we won't be able to grant 100% of your request, and we hope you'll forgive us.

Arriving home from work you are slightly surprised to find a package in your lawn.

You open it up to find a pair of jeans that look slightly worn.

Inspecting the denim , you find a small logo reading Rakurai Inc.

You smile in excitement, you had heard amazing stories about this company and couldn't wait to try it on. You almost ripped of your pants and quickly stepped into the jeans.

Once you zipped up your fly, you feel your dick stirring. You wait for the transformation to happen.

As nothing happens you sigh. Seems the rumors were not true after all.

Such a shame, you had gotten super horny wearing these, and now it seems there is no pay off.

You smile at your bulge, before frowning. Your bulge looks way bigger than usual. You poke it softly with your finger, looking if its just a feature of the jeans, and intense pleasure sends through your whole body. Your bulge continues to grow, feeling your knees buckle as the blood continues to pump into your rod.

You manage to pull up your jeans somewhat , seeing that your underwear has disintegrated, and giving you a chance to look at your massive behemoth of a dick.

It continues snaking down your leg, continuing growing, pulsing and leaking.

Your brain starts to feel fuzzy, as you feel your intelect drain into your growing balls.

You put your hand down your pants, groping your still growing manhood. You throw your head back as you pump its enormous length, pleasure seething through your whole being.

It doesn't take long before you shoot down your leg, your brain completely emptying out of your nuts.

A dumb smirk spreads across your face, no more worries in your life. Only thinking with your dick.

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