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[musclegrowthmale04]

Expelled

*bing bong* Jacob Falls please report to the principles office , Jacob Falls to the principles office. *bing bong*

Jacob is very well built boy. His shoulders a broad and his chest is wide but for a boy who has never worked out before he is in unbelievable shape, almost like he’s carved from marble.

Jacob stood up and walked to the office not looking fazed by the intercom at all. As he approached the principles door he walked in with a “cool” vibe. He sat down and the principle didn’t look happy.

“Jacob that is now 3 cases of bullying reported and failing grades and several suspensions, it’s gone too far! I’m sorry but your expelled!” He shouted across the desk.

“Sir I would rethink this desision! I’m very phisyical as you know” He gestured to his body. “And I have a special way of getting to my state.” Jacob cockily replied.

“What’s that supposed to mean, if you think you can threaten me like you do students you will pay the price!” Principle said

“Hahaha! No I’m not threatening you….yet.” Jacob walked around to the pricibles side of the desk and started flexing.” Look at these muscles, bulging out my shirt, ugh!” Jacob moaned

“Y-your…..” principle stuttered

“Feel them…ugh….yeah…mm…fuck” he continued to moan.

“Your growing!” Principle said scared.

“Ugh…correct…mmm…and I’m not stopping…ugh….I can see your liking this…UMGH! ”

“Ugh mmm fuckkkk…change your choice before I go any ugh further”

“Yes fine! You can have straight A’s and you not expelled! Just leave!” Principle said trying to get Jacob out his office.

“UGH! I’m not done yet sir…UGH YEAH!” Without warning all of Jacob clothes ripped of and a raging 17 inch boner hit the principle in the face, covering him with pre.

Jacob continues to grow taller and bigger now filling the whole office. “Jacob! Stop no-ndjdfk.”

The principles voice was stopped bye Jacobs dick in his mouth. “Ugh fuck yeah that feels good….Ugh

Jacob thrusted boosting his growth even more faster and faster…bigger and bigger.

“Ugh! Fuck! Yeah!!! Ugh…shit look at the time….ugh.. I need to go��

He reverted back and pulled out a spare set of clothes and headed out the room leaving the principle with these words…I’ll be back

[musclegrowthmale04]

Big's Perma Bulk!

(Community Requested Story, about me perma bulking) What's good bros! It's your favourite wish granting genie here to go on my own transformation journey. Normally I send this kind of thing off to another writer but a lot of you wanted me to be transformation using my own Genie gifts so I've waved my hands and started it off.

I made sure to completely forget about what you guys wanted for me to make it even more surprising but considering all you lot drool at a bicep vein I think I'm in good hands.

After waking up I definitely didn't have anything to worry about. I knew all of you just wanted me to become some big sweaty himbo. Just take a look.

Big arms, thick thighs and a solid chest. I won't lie if I were to make a choice I would of ended up so much bigger than this but hey, it's what you all wanted to I guess I gotta get used to being a himbo stud.

Woah...I guess day two was a little different. I'm a lot bigger ladz so cheers for that but damn, some of this definition is starting to fade. It looks like I'm sliding more to the tank side of the spectrum that the stud side. I'm pretty sure if I move wrong this tank is gonna split in too and my fucking stomach won't stop rumbling, every time I walk in my kitchen I down half a box of cereal, fuck, I should probably take a couple sandwiches back to my desk before I load up some games with the boys.

'BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPP'

aw fuck, sorry about that ladz but damn. I woke up this morning and my stomach feels so tight, it feels like my abs are about to split in half. My shorts are so tight around my ass.

Damn what the fuck did you guys wish to happen to me? A slab of muscle instead of abs is one thing but fuck my gut is so bloated, ah man

'UURRRRRRRRRRPP!!!'

whoops, sorry dudes, fuck this is so tight but I still feel hungry, maybe a protein shake and a bowl of rice wont gut, surely this can't get any tighter.

ahhh fuck what time is it? 3am?? why the fuck am I so hungry. I didn't even know it was possible to feel hungry and bloated at the same-

BUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP

ah man, what do I have in the fridge, mmmmm half a pizza, well I'm sure a couple of slices won't hurt. I hit the gym pretty hard today, its probably my body wanting to fuel up. mmm yeah just 3 maybe 6 slices and I'll be good for the night, probably best to turn the light switch on so I don't make a mess...

w--what the fuck happened to me! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I'M SO FUCKING BULKY, OH FUCK

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP

DAMN....fuck well....at least it doesn't jiggle, probably just bloated from how much I've been eating recently, who knew having such big muscles would make me so hungry all the time...

hmmm, I probably shouldn't leave just 3 slices of pizza in the fridge on their, own, that's not even a snack, 9 slices is alright at this time of night yeah?

On the bright side, my muscles have continued to blow up to freakish size, my bicep is bigger than most dude's heads. On the other hand....I can't shift this tank around my mid section. I've been trying to eat less to get my abs back but fuck I can't help it, my stomach growls and I gotta eat enough to feed at least 3 people or else it feels like my stomach is gonna eat itself. It's okay, Ill just cut when summer rolls around, use this time to grow as big as I can, bet my abs will look fucking insane in a few months/

Guess the bright side is I can order that nice chocolate cake with my pizza tonight...I'm pretty sure it's cheat night tonight, or was it last night? hmm, no yeah it is definitely tonight?

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

ah fuck, wh- UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP

what happened - uurp - to me?

a few *hic* days ago I was a lean mean lifting machine

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP

and now...fuck *hic* uuurp- I'm a big, bulky brute

fuu-UUUUUUUURPPPP-ck, my gut is so tight, moving feels like a chore....I'm so fuckin stuffed and hungry at the same time. Who knew my fans would want me to blow up into a 300lsb bulky beast...

damn...I need a shower but, I could really go for a double cheese burger and a snickers protein thick shake, I'm sure it can wait -uuurrpp- maybe I should grab a couple protein bars for the road..

BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!

I can still feel the spell under my skin, I wonder how much bigger these guys will make me, or what else they'll do...

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Coach’s Favourite

Lucas was an out and proud nerd. He excelled academically because he loved to study. He was every teacher’s dream student. He was a straight A student in all his classes except for one. Gym class.

So when he was asked by Coach to stay after school to discuss his grades, he was terrified. Lucas didn’t put any effort into gym class. He often insulted the class describing it as ‘mind numbingly boring’ and ‘A class created for people who don’t have a brain’. But now Lucas was terrified that he was being forced to face the hulking man that he loved to criticise.

Lucas anxiously waited outside Coach’s office after school. He waited and waited until there was not a single person left in the halls. No one chatting by their lockers. No busy bustling atmosphere filled with laughing and gossiping. Just silence. The empty atmosphere put Lucas on edge. He began shaking his leg until eventually a big hulking hairy figure came around the corner. It was Coach. He walked up to his office door, unlocked it, turned on the light and told Lucas to come in. Coach confidently strode in and sat at his desk. He invited Lucas to sit across from him. His face stern and angry.

“Lucas, your grades are...”

Lucas was ready for the shouting to begin. He was ready to face the consequences of his constant back talking and defiance. Lucas braced himself for coach’s harsh words. But then Coach said something Lucas didn’t expect.

“Amazing, Lucas. Your grades in gym class are amazing. You’re at the top of the class.”

Lucas was shocked. That couldn’t have been right. Lucas barely partook in class. How could he be getting an A+ when he always defied coach’s orders? Especially when all the stupid empty headed jocks that excelled at gym were in his class. Coach smiled deviously at Lucas’ confusion. Coach whipped off his t-shirt and smiled at Lucas, condescendingly asking:

“How many protein shakes do you drink a day? You look huge. At this stage, you’re the biggest jock in my class”

Lucas was shocked by the fact that Coach was standing shirtless in front of him. But Lucas had no time to question it. Lucas’s uniform began to feel so uncomfortable. It began to feel so tight. As if his clothes were shrinking. He felt so restricted. His clothes just got tighter and tighter. Lucas groaned hoping coach wouldn’t notice. Lucas then looked down to see that it wasn’t his clothes that were shrinking... he was growing.

Lucas’ biceps began to grow bigger and stronger. His hands becoming big and thick. His fingers fat like sausages. Lucas grasped for his phone and tried to call for help. But his big fat sausage fingers wouldn’t allow him to press the correct buttons anymore. Lucas’ pecs then began to inflate. They grew big and soft. Like two fat juicy tits. His round tits became so big that they began to press against his shirt. The shirt got tighter and tighter until *POP*. The buttons flew off his shirt revealing his big fat bouncing tits. The once scrawny Lucas was now a hulking big titted monster.

Lucas was in shock. He began screaming and running his hands over his new big body. He cupped his pecs letting out an erotic moan. His nipples were so sensitive now.

“What have you done to me?!” Lucas screamed in terror. “I look like a big stupid jock!”

“Well you are a big stupid jock, Lucas. So why would you look like anything else?” Coach began chucking.

Lucas had always despised jocks. They were dumb and gross. Smelly and annoying. They bullied him for being gay. They would fart in his face and spit on him just because of his sexuality. Lucas knew he was nothing like them. He was not some dumb jock. He was a smart, ambitious nerd. Not some dumb oaf.

“I’m not some dumb gross....” Lucas’ train of thought was cut off by a tingling sensation in his head. The tingling got more and more intense until it was all encompassing.

“I’m not some... fuckin nerd” Lucas said feeling extremely confused. “Yeah that seems right. I’m a dumb jock”

Lucas’ reality began to alter. His uniform turning into a tank top and gym shorts. His mind becoming hazy and confused. Lucas’ IQ plummeted. His IQ dropped from 140 to just under 60. His thoughts became more clouded. His brain becoming thoughtless. Dumber. Stupider. The more he tried to think, the more he forgot. All the years of studying and learning being replaced with guzzling protein shakes and working out. Lucas was now a straight D- student. He was scraping by in every class except for his favourite. Gym class. Lucas was getting so dumb. His face becoming more and more relaxed. His eyes becoming more vacant. His jaw relaxed and loose making him look so incredibly stupid. Lucas now found it impossible to breathe through his nose. It felt so natural breathing through his mouth. His breathe stank but he didn’t care. All he cared about was working out and showing off his body. The old part of Lucas was scrambling to get the tank top off. He needed to escape. But as his IQ dropped more and more, he couldn’t figure out how to take off his tank top anymore.

“From what I hear, you are quite the ladies man, Lucas. You could get millions of girls pregnant with big alpha balls like yours”

Lucas’ brain began to change. His thoughts becoming filled with sexual thoughts about women. His gayness being replaced with thoughts of bouncing tits and impregnating women. Testosterone filled Lucas’ body. Body hair began growing all over Lucas’ new body. His chest, legs and ass were now covered in dirty smelly body hair. Lucas’ body odor became more pungent. Straight Lucas didn’t care for hygiene. He rarely showered after his football games. Showers were for runts. Real alphas, like Lucas, didn’t need to shower. It was a privilege for some nerd to smell his stink. When he forced a nerd to lick his sweaty ass crack, it was an honour. They get to smell what a real man smells like. Lucas lifted his arm letting coach smell his new pungent straight alpha armpit.

Lucas’ balls began to tingle as they inflated. His ball sack becoming fuller and bigger in size. It was full to the brim with straight alpha sperm ready to be shot inside some big titted babe. Lucas cockily smiled at the thought of depositing his sperm in as many different women as possible. His loose asshole began to tighten. It tightened to the point where no penis could ever penetrate it again. Lucas was permanently stuck as a smelly straight jock. He had no memory of ever being a gay nerd. It felt so natural to be smelly. It felt so good to have muscles. It felt so natural to just be... a jock.

“So why’d you call me in here again, bruh” Lucas let out a dumb chuckle

“No reason, Lucas. You can leave now” Coach smiled deviously at his new creation.

“Alright Coach. See you tomorrow for training, bro” Lucas smirked and turned towards the door. “Protein fart!” PFFFTT. Lucas confidently strode out leaving his fowl stench behind in Coach’s office.

Lucas left the building to go torture some nerds with his stink. Coach smiled as he saw his new creation leave the building. At that moment, Coach knew Lucas was going to be the most dedicated student he’s ever had.

Lucas’ life consists of nothing but working out, farting and fucking. Coach turned him into what he hated the most. A dumb smelly jock. Coach can’t help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction as he sees Lucas bullying his former nerd friends with his stink. The jock spits in his former friends’ mouths, belches in their faces and farts on their clothes in the locker room.

From the first time Coach met Lucas, he just knew the nerd would grow to love gym class. He just needed a bit of prodding, that’s all.

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The Hottest Stories of 2017

So 2017 was a bit of a dry year for my writing and I hope to do a lot more in 2018. I’ve got some projects and collaborations in mind and I hope to see them come to fruition. But enough about the future. Looking back there have been some amazingly hot stories in 2017. First, a few of the ones I have done:

iMaster Quickie: For the Grade

Amulet of Masculinity: Travis and Ansel

Swim Swap

And the favorite of my own:

Big, New World (with pics done by @gilgalune-cc​)

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And of course there are the other amazingly talented writers on here. In no particular order, here are some of my favorite stories.

The Uniform by @jakelandry​

The East Way by @jakelandry​

Coach Robins by @jakelandry​

The New Waterboy by @goggletann​

Untitled by @goggletann​

Untitled by @goggletann​

TS- #008 Cordypecs by @the-craftsman​

Among the Studio by @the-craftsman​

Pokemon Grow by @absqrst​

Watch What You Say: The Return by @absqrst​

Chronivac Universe Part 9 by @absqrst​

Halloween 2017 Part 1 by @absqrst​

Untitled by @jd07201990​

Aronik Summer Body Campaign Part 1 by @elysianfit​

Untitled by @itstransformingtime​

Untitled by @itstransformingtime​

Study Session by @amuscularmetamorphosis​

By Men For Men by @chaoticdjinn​

Utopia: One Fuck at a Time by @chaoticdjinn​​

Daddies Boy by @chaoticdjinn​

Daddies Dearest by @chaoticdjinn​

Untitled by @collegenerdtojock​

Untitled by @collegenerdtojock​

Untitled by @collegenerdtojock​

Untitled by @male-tf-captions​

Untitled by @male-tf-captions​

Untitled by @male-tf-captions​

Career Day by @thetfchangingroom​

The Whole Truth… by @thetfchangingroom​

Untitled by @billionairesociety​

Reclaiming an Empire Part 1 and 1.5 by @unseenbenefactor​

Benefactor’s Return by @unseenbenefactor​

The Lumberjacks 2 (video) by @husskoni​

Courtesy by @dutchutch​

Untitled by @muscleformuscle​

Happy Family by @jockbender​

Himbo Wand by @jockbender​

Body Snap by @jockbender​

A Class Trip to New York by @agmsye​

All of Them by @agmsye​

Birthday Boy by @agmsye​

Confidence Destroying by @agmsye​

The Gypsy’s Curse by @agmsye​ and me

Click by @makingrealalphas​

Untitled by @makingrealalphas​

Untitled by @makingrealalphas​

Perfection by @turningalpha​

Untitled by @cfmusclelabs​

Glory Days by @malemodification​

Untitled by @malemodification​

Plus Three Part 2 by @derekwilliams​

The Focus Group by @derekwilliams​

Untitled by @lixpex​

Untitled by @lixpex​

College of Transformation: Clubs and Love by @thegreatstoryteller​

The Shoe Shop Stories: Bigger and Better by @thegreatstoryteller​

The Fairy God Part 2 by @thegreatstoryteller​

Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories​

Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories​

Untitled by @dieselssexymusclestories​

The Photobooth: George by @aardvarkia​

Wishing Room: The Dance by @aardvarkia

M-U-S-C-L-E by @aardvarkia

Untitled by @dumb-and-jocked

If Wishes Were Fishes by @coyote-r

TFU - Fixing What Ain’t Broken by @coyote-r

Girdle of Masculinity: Team Player and Unconscious Desire by @coyote-r

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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

If you like my stories and want to support my writing, please consider shouting me a coffee over on ko-fi.

[musclegrowthmale04]

MASTERPOST

Hey there, fam, what’s good? So, this is a first draft of a post with links to the stuff I’ve done. It’s still pretty rough around the edges, but hey, it’s something! I’ve sorted the stories based on what I think are the biggest triggers for some folks, but if anyone spots one that should be reclassified just hit me up!

SERIES/ LONGER STORIES

All For The Family

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/768249833482027008/that-was-the-only-part-of-his-job-that-brian#:~:text=All%20For%20The%20Family%20%2D%20Part%20I

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/770792996797022209/all-for-the-family-part-2

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/772864846623571968/all-for-the-family-final-tj-was-frozen-his

Coach Knows Best

(Sensitive Content - Gay to Straight in Part III)

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/772764672822788096/2k-special-coach-knows-best

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/772955185398054912/2k-special-coach-knows-best-stepbrothers-no-more

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/773096334776582144/2k-special-coach-knows-best-bacs

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/773295498405740544/2k-special-coach-knows-best-tight-ends

Dalton Academy

(Sensitive Content - Corruption)

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/726455891042484224/dalton-academy-power-hungry

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/726684160900661248/dalton-academy-consuming-rage

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/727306582416867328/dalton-academy-hedonistic-behavior

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/727894114093465600/dalton-academy-vanity-fair

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/728401598391386112/dalton-academy-prideful-son-final

A Night In The Devils Den

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/762796651776770048/a-night-in-the-devils-den-part-i

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/762827909059756033/a-night-in-the-devils-den-part-ii-so-i-gotta

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/762853764977852416/a-night-in-the-devils-den-part-ii-fred-was

A Better...

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/718223149105381376/a-better-work-environment

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/720601560784191488/a-better-roommate

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/720766438902775808/a-better-familly-i

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/720876402679955456/a-better-family-ii

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/721136515005251584/a-better-family-iii-final

SENSITIVE CONTENT (GAY TO STRAIGHT/ CORRUPTION)

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/766449303088693248/online-scam-an-onlyfags-story

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/763611879632470016/brotherhood-a-%CE%B2%CE%B3%CF%86-story

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/762568254314217472/a-better-brighter-future

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/762331537461116928/beautiful-things-alois-was-strolling-mindlessly

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/761915001437061120/what-she-wants

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/761737929272033280/part-of-the-family

COLLAB WITH @johnbrand (CORRUPTION/ G2S)

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/769529847022321664/sisters-new-boyfriend-redux-this-story-is-a

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/764948933467357184/where-would-you-rather-be-redux

SENSITIVE CONTENT (CORRUPTION)

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[musclegrowthmale04]

Uber Frat

Tom had driven this route a hundred times before. The streets near the university were alive with students barhopping, loud music booming from nearby frat houses. His Uber beeped as a new ride request came in from Delta Sigma Gamma, one of the more notorious frats, known for their cocky jocks and constant partying. He sighed, not particularly excited about the prospect of dealing with another drunk frat boy.

The rider’s name popped up on his phone: Ryan.

"Another one of these guys," Tom muttered to himself, already dreading the ride. At thirty-five, Tom was happy with his life. He was engaged to Sarah, his high school sweet heart, and they were planning their wedding. Driving Uber was just a way to save up a little extra for the wedding. He was a simple guy; routine, stability, and a future with Sarah. He had no interest in wild parties or the frat life he’d never had.

When he pulled up to the massive Delta Sigma house, a shirtless, muscular figure stumbled out, carrying the telltale swagger of someone who had downed far too many beers. Ryan was massive, broad-shouldered, thick arms, chest bursting out of his soaked tank top. His feet dragged a little as he approached the car, and when he opened the door, the powerful stench of sweat and musk hit Tom like a truck.

Ryan collapsed into the backseat, reeking of alcohol, but worse than that, his scent was overpowering, the smell of sweat-soaked skin and dirty gym socks filling the car immediately. Tom gagged but tried to keep it under control.

“Yo, driver!” Ryan slurred, kicking off his sneakers without a care and slapping his socked feet right between the two front seats on the arm rest “Take me to the next bar, bro.”

“Uh, can you put your feet down?” Tom asked, his voice tight with irritation.

Ryan didn’t even glance at him, wiggling his toes lazily. “Nah, man, you’ll get used to it. Just like everyone else. This is how it is when you’re part of the brotherhood.” His voice was thick with drunken confidence, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Look, man, I’m just trying to do my job,” Tom said, irritation rising as the smell intensified, like sour sweat and musk combining to form something nearly tangible.

Ryan chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “You think you’re better than us, huh? Driving your Uber, going back to your little pathetic, boring life, playing it all straight and safe. You don’t even know what you’re missing, bro.”

Tom glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to keep his temper in check. “I’m just trying to get you where you need to go.”

Ryan leaned forward; his eyes gleaming. “Yeah, well, maybe where you need to go isn’t where you think. You ever think about that? You’re just waiting for someone to show you the way.”

Before Tom could respond, Ryan started to laugh under his breath, a weird sound emitting from his mouth. The air in the car shifted, growing thick, almost suffocating. Tom felt his heart rate spike as a sudden, intense heat spread through his body, followed by a strange tingling sensation.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tom snapped, panic rising as his muscles began to twitch uncontrollably.

Ryan smirked. “Don’t worry, bro. You’re about to find out what it’s like to really live.”

Tom’s breath caught in his throat as the tingling spread, intensifying into sharp, searing pain. His body felt like it was on fire from the inside out, muscles spasming and bones popping. His hands, gripping the steering wheel tightly, began to thicken before his very eyes. His fingers lengthened, widening as his palms became rough and calloused, swelling with new, brute strength.

“No… what’s happening?” Tom gasped, watching in horror as his forearms bulged, veins popping out against his skin. His arms were growing, muscle piling onto muscle, forcing his sleeves to stretch tight against his biceps and forearms.

Ryan leaned back, grinning. “It’s starting, bro. You’re just getting jacked like the rest of us.”

Tom could feel his chest expanding, pecs pushing out as his once-slender frame grew broader and wider. His shirt strained against the sheer bulk of his chest, the fabric barely able to contain the growing mass of muscle beneath it. His ribs cracked, reforming to accommodate the new size of his upper body.

With a groan of agony, Tom’s spine elongated, forcing him to hunch forward in the seat as his height shot up. His back rippled with new muscle, his shoulders broadening into massive slabs of strength. The pain was unbearable, every bone in his body felt like it was being stretched and reshaped.

“Stop! Please, stop!” Tom begged, his voice shaky with fear, but his words only made Ryan grin wider.

“Why stop, bro? You’re looking real good now. Imagine how much the boys are gonna love you.” Said Ryan as he wiggled his toes.

Tom’s legs began to throb, his thighs thickening, swelling with raw power. His jeans ripped at the seams, unable to contain the bulging muscles that pushed outward. His calves, once average, now bulged with definition, covered in a layer of thick, coarse hair that sprouted up his legs, across his thighs, and up to his groin.

He felt a strange tug in his groin, and his breath hitched as his penis twitched, growing harder, swelling in size. His balls, once normal-sized, ballooned larger, filling with an almost unbearable pressure. The musk of Ryan’s feet, the overpowering scent that had once repelled him, now seemed intoxicating, and Tom could feel a growing hunger building in his chest.

“No… this isn’t me. This can’t be happening,” Tom whispered, his voice deepening, taking on a more masculine, gruff tone.

Ryan wiggled his toes again and crossed his feet, brushing Tom’s forearm along the way “Oh, it’s happening, bro. You’re gonna be just like the rest of us. You’re gonna love being with your bros. Trust me, man, it’s what you’ve always wanted.”

Tom’s mind screamed in protest, but his body continued to betray him. The hair follicles on his chest started to burn as Tom saw in the reflection of the mirror that his faint dark brown hair was turning clearer, taking a golden hue, almost disappearing in his skin. He saw the same happening in his armpits as they grew thicker and denser there. The scent of his own sweat mixed with Ryan’s musk, creating an overwhelming cocktail of testosterone that filled the car.

His abs rippled beneath his torn shirt, each muscle growing more defined until his midsection was a solid, chiseled six-pack. His body was drenched in sweat, the salty tang of it filling the air, and to his horror, Tom realized he didn’t hate the smell. He liked it. He craved it.

His face contorted in pain as his jawline shifted, becoming squarer and more pronounced. His cheekbones sharpened, his nose slightly thickened, and his brow became more prominent. His once-neatly dark brown trimmed hair grew wilder, curlier, messier style that looked perfect for a frat bro.

But the worst was yet to come. Tom’s groin pulsed with heat, his penis swelling to an obscene size. His balls hung low, filled with a primal need, a hunger for something more. His underwear strained to contain the sheer mass of his manhood, and Tom could feel his arousal building, stronger, hotter, and more insistent than anything he had ever experienced.

“No… no…” Tom moaned, but it wasn’t just the size that scared him. It was the desire. The growing lust, not for women, but for men, his bros. The idea of being surrounded by them, feeling their bodies pressed against his, touching, tasting, servicing them, it sent waves of unwanted pleasure through him as he was trying to restraint those foreign pulsion. Tom turned his head back to throw a look of pleading to Ryan, but the only thing he saw between his locks of curly blonde hair was Ryan gripping his own groin through his jeans while licking his lips looking at him.

Inside his mind, Tom was screaming, fighting to hold onto his old self, but his body was changing too fast, too much. His cock twitched, a bead of precum forming at the tip, staining the inside of his underwear turned into a kaki speedo. His new, massive muscles tensed, and every part of him screamed for release.

Ryan watched him struggle, a grin of satisfaction on his face. “You’re almost there, bro. You feel it, don’t you? You need to let go. Just blow it in your speedo, man, and it’ll all be over. You’ll be one of us.”

Tom’s mind rebelled, but his body was beyond his control. The overwhelming musk, the power coursing through his muscles, the heat in his groin, it was too much. He could feel his balls tighten, his cock throb, and his heart race as the tension built inside him.

“Come on, bro, I gave you a chance to really enjoy this all. Way too long…” Ryan urged, his voice low and commanding. “Fuck it, you wanted this. CUM!”

With a shuddering gasp, Tom’s body obeyed. His cock spasmed, and with a grunt of pure, animalistic pleasure, he came hard, his seed spilling into his speedo in a hot, sticky mess. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of ecstasy crashing through his entire body. His muscles flexed, his heart pounded, and his new frat bro self-emerged in full force. As the orgasm was subsiding, Tom’s clothes torn clothes started to vanish into pure manly musk, evaporating straight from his body and pushing the musk in the car even further. Tom stood there, his new kaki speedo damp with his cum. The outline of his huge cock still visible in the dampness of the tissue. Tom trying to find his breath as Ryan was still boringly stroking his cock and riding the hangover of alcohol and musk.

Tom’s conversion was complete, his body now entirely foreign to him, yet every part of it felt strong, powerful, and, worst of all, desperately needy. His new muscular frame was drenched in sweat, his speedo sticky and soaked with his release. His broad chest heaved, the musky scent of his own sweat mingled with the fresh cum soaking his crotch, the stench filling the car.

Tom opened his eyes after a while when his brain could connect the information around him. He tried to move to take a look but to his surprise he couldn’t do anything. IT was like he was frozen on his car seat. As he started to panic, Tom heard Ryan’s voice from behind him as he felt hands on his muscled sweaty shoulders. “I told you you should have let it go and accept it. But no, you had to fight… I’m sorry bro, but if you had accepted the changes, your soul would have been assimilated. Now you’ll have to live your life from the passenger seat. Too bad for a driver to be a passenger of his own life.” Inside, Tom was screaming in pure, abject horror. He could still feel everything, the slick wetness in his shorts, the stench of his own musk, and the weight of his massive muscles. But it was like he had been shoved into a tiny corner of his own brain, trapped as a mere observer while his new frat bro body had taken full control. He could see, hear, and feel, but he was no longer in command. “See? You should have accepted way earlier Tom, or should I call you Carter!”

Ryan leaned forward, inspecting his handiwork, and laughed. “Oh yeah, bro. You’re one of us now. Look at you—fucking perfect. Just wait until the other guys get a load of you.”

Tom wanted to scream, to shout at Ryan, but his body refused to respond. Instead, his lips parted into a cocky grin, and his voice, deep and full of arrogance, spoke words that Tom didn’t want to say. “Hell yeah, man. I’m ready. Let’s fucking go.”

Inside, Tom’s soul wept. He tried to fight, to claw his way back to control, but the frat bro instincts that now filled his brain were stronger, overpowering his old self. He couldn’t stop the way his muscles flexed instinctively, couldn’t stop the pulse of desire that rushed through him at the thought of being with his bros, couldn’t stop the way his cock throbbed with excitement at the idea of being used by them.

Ryan clapped him on the back, his grin wide. “That’s the spirit, bro. Let’s head back to the house, just got a text from Cassidy and she cancelled our date. That’s okay though, looks like our brand-new slut just arrived. The guys are gonna fucking love you.”

Carter shifted in the seat, his large, muscular frame barely fitting in the compact space now. His legs stretched out, thick thighs brushing against the dash as he shifted, adjusting his still-hard cock in his shorts. His skin felt tight over his new muscles, the hair on his chest and legs sticking to his sweaty skin, adding to the overpowering scent that filled the car. His body, now perfect for the frat life, responded instinctively, craving the approval and attention of the bros waiting for him at the house.

After a while, they were both back at the frat house, every step sent a fresh wave of musk into the air, the smell clinging to his skin, marking him as one of them. Tom hated it, despised the way his new body seemed to revel in the scent, in the sheer masculinity of it all.

The door swung open, and the other Delta Sig brothers were already lounging on the couches, drinking and laughing. As soon as Carter walked in, all eyes were on him, and the room erupted into cheers.

“Damn, Ryan, you did a fucking good job on this one!” one of the bros called out, eyeing Carter with a mix of approval and lust.

Ryan grinned, clapping Carter on the shoulder. “Told you guys I’d bring us a new hole to fuck to replace the last one. He’s fucking perfect, right?”

Carter’s frat bro instincts kicked in, and he flexed his arms, showing off his massive biceps with a cocky grin. His body responded to their approval with an almost addictive high, a deep, primal desire to be wanted by them, to be used by them.

Inside, Tom was screaming, but his body was lost in the moment, his cock already twitching in anticipation as the bros crowded around him, patting him on the back, feeling his muscles, and welcoming him into their ranks.

Ryan leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “You feel that, bro? You’re one of us now. Doesn’t it feel fucking amazing?”

Carter’s mouth opened, and his voice, deep, confident, and undeniably turned on answered, “Yeah, bro. Feels fucking incredible.”

Ryan smirked, satisfied. “Welcome to the brotherhood, man. Now, let’s get you upstairs and really show you what it means to be a Delta Sig.”

As the group led Tom toward the stairs, the weight of his new life fully settled in. Inside, his old self screamed and fought, desperate to break free. But his body, now a slave to the desires of the frat, couldn’t wait to submit to his bros, to be used by them in every way. ______________________________________________________________ Hey guys! Hope you'll enjoy this story based on this prompt from an anonymous: "An Uber driver picks up a drunk guy with smelly feet who taunts him with his scent and tfs him into a bro to go out drinking with." Hope you like it! As always feel free to message me in dms or ask if you want me to write prompts or just talk. Have a good day! :)

[musclegrowthmale04]

Hey, I'd like to see a story where a younger brother turns into inanimate objects, mostly clothes to be used by his brother. If he only feels or takes over him, that's up to you. I just want it to be very spicy :P thx, your friend

The Dorm Room Nightmare

Alex trudged back to his dorm room, his steps heavy with exhaustion and anger. Sharing a room with his older brother Tyler was like living in hell. They were only a year apart—both 21 and attending the same university—but they couldn’t have been more different. Tyler was the epitome of the stereotypical jock: tall, broad, a football star with thick, defined muscles and hair sprouting in all the places that gave him that rugged, alpha-male look. He was always drenched in sweat after practice, and even when he wasn’t working out, he seemed to exude an overwhelming musk that lingered in the small, shared space of their dorm room.

Alex, on the other hand, was lean, quiet, and far more introspective than his loud, boisterous brother. He preferred books and video games over sports, which made him an easy target for Tyler and his jock friends. Whenever they were around, Alex was treated like nothing more than a joke—a weakling, the little brother who couldn’t measure up. But even if Tyler had the body advantage, Alex had a special talent too. As puberty hit him, he discovered that when he was over stimulated by his emotions, his body would turn into inanimate objects until he was calmed enough. On some situation, it was life saver, just like when he was chased by jocks. But on other, it could be quiet annoying, like when he turned into a backpack in the middle of a concert. But overall, it was who he was and in better then bad points, a blessing to enjoy. The only thing he was scared was not to turn back, but until now, all Alex was in need of, was to calm down and find a calm place.

As Alex reached the door to their shared dorm, he hesitated. He knew Tyler was already back from football practice. He could hear the music blaring through the thin walls, the low bass shaking the floor. The smell of sweat, body spray, and something more primal wafted out from under the door, mixing in a way that turned Alex’s stomach. It was always like this. Tyler’s presence filled every inch of the room, from the discarded clothes strewn about the floor to the smell that clung to every surface.

Taking a deep breath, Alex opened the door. Tyler was sprawled out on his bed, dressed only in his football shorts and a sweat-stained tank top. His thick arms were folded behind his head, and his chest heaved as he caught his breath from whatever workout he had just finished.

“Hey, bro,” Tyler called out without even looking up, his voice deep and commanding. His chest gleamed with sweat, and his shorts were damp, clinging to his muscled thighs. The room reeked of his body, and Alex could barely stand it.

Alex offered a noncommittal grunt in response, already feeling the familiar resentment bubbling up inside him. Every time he walked into this room; it was like being reminded of everything he wasn’t—strong, confident, dominant. And Tyler didn’t help; he basked in his physical superiority, completely oblivious to the fact that he overshadowed Alex at every turn.

Alex tried to move quietly across the room, hoping to avoid a conversation, but Tyler’s heavy-lidded eyes flicked over to him, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Tough day, little bro? You look like you could use some exercise. Maybe you could come to the gym with me sometime, you know, bulk up a little.”

Alex clenched his jaw, feeling the heat rising to his face. “I’m fine, Tyler,” he muttered, heading for his desk and trying to focus on anything but his brother’s imposing presence.

“Suit yourself,” Tyler said with a chuckle. The bedsprings creaked under his weight as he stretched his massive legs out and got up from the bed and undressed in the middle of the room before going to the bathroom to freshen up for his date. “But don’t say I didn’t offer.” He finished as he closed the door, leaving his sweaty garment on his bed.

The tension in the room was thick, a mixture of frustration and years of sibling rivalry that had never been resolved. Alex sat at his desk, his back turned to Tyler’s bed, trying to calm his racing heart. But the anger, the humiliation—it was all too much. He hated how easily Tyler dominated the room, how effortlessly he overshadowed him. And the worst part was, Tyler didn’t even realize the effect he had. He was so absorbed in his own world, his own strength, that he never noticed how much Alex resented him.

It was happening again. Alex could feel the familiar tingling sensation spreading through his body, starting at his fingertips and moving up his arms. His breath quickened as he tried to suppress it, tried to calm himself down before it was too late. But it was no use. The transformation was inevitable, just like every other time his emotions had gotten the better of him.

Before Alex could stand or even shout, the tingling intensified, spreading across his entire body. His vision blurred, and the world around him began to spin. He felt his limbs start to dissolve, his bones softening, his skin turning into something else entirely. The transformation was happening faster than ever before, and this time, it was way more intense then anything he ever felt before.

As the transformation took hold, Alex felt his consciousness splinter. His body fragmented, becoming not one object but several, each piece of him taking on a new form. His senses shifted, and suddenly, everything was different.

He still could see and feel. Every inch of him was hyper-aware, more so than he had ever been before. The first thing he noticed was the moisture, the overwhelming sensation of warmth and thickness all around him. His body had transformed into something soft, something well used, something on the ground just in front of Tyler’s bed. “Wait, could it be?” thought Alex as he saw his naked brother coming back from the bathroom still naked and still not showered. “God please not his clothes!” muttered Alex as he saw Tyler’s hand coming down to grab him as he started to put the clothes back on.

The realization hit him with a sickening jolt—he had become Tyler’s clothes. He could feel the rough fabric against his skin, the tightness around his limbs, and the constant, suffocating presence of Tyler’s sweat soaking into every fiber of his new form.

But what happened to his head was what scared Alex the most. He could see himself in a dark secluded small place. Hearing muffled sounds coming in his direction. That’s when he felt his inanimate new form move around and banging on the wooden walls that were all around him. And then he saw it, Tyler’s face smiling as he grabbed his new metallic compacted face and started to put it around his veiny, hairy musky cock. Alex felt like gagging on the huge dick. For him it felt like he was forced open and feeling something going all the way through his throat without moving. Worst, Alex could feel Tyler’s dick spasming with every heartbeat. His head had transformed into something horrifying, something intimate. He was no longer a person; he was a cock ring, snug and tight around the base of Tyler’s thick, muscular cock. The pressure was constant, a suffocating grip as Tyler’s manhood pulsed and throbbed with life. Alex could feel the heat of Tyler’s body radiating through him, the dampness of sweat and something far worse soaking into him.

Alex’s arms had become socks. He could feel them, wrapped tightly around Tyler’s feet, absorbing the sweat from his brother’s damp skin. Each step Tyler took sent a shockwave of pressure through Alex’s entire being, the weight of Tyler’s body pressing down on him with every movement. The smell was unbearable, the sour stench of Tyler’s unwashed feet clinging to the fabric that was now Alex.

His torso had turned into Tyler’s sweaty stinky tank top while legs had turned into Tyler’s shorts, clinging to his brother’s thick thighs and hairy legs. The fabric was damp with sweat, sticking to Tyler’s skin as he moved. Alex could feel every flex of his muscles, every subtle shift of his body as Tyler adjusted himself on the bed.

And the worst part—the part that made Alex want to scream, even though he had no voice—was that Tyler had no idea. His older brother, his tormentor, was using him, wearing him, completely unaware of the horror Alex was experiencing.

“Fucking bitch cancelling on me an hour before!” Tyler muttered as he sat back on his bed. He shifted on the bed, his massive frame moving as he reached down to adjust his crotch. Alex could feel the pressure increase as Tyler’s hand brushed against him—against the cock ring that was now his head. The touch was rough, careless, as Tyler squeezed his cock, adjusting the ring and unknowingly squeezing Alex tighter. “Fuck this bitch, I don’t need anyone to have some fun!” He said groping a bit harder his hardening cock.

Alex’s mind raced, but there was no escape. He was trapped in this new form, spread across his brother’s body like a second skin. Every movement Tyler made sent ripples of sensation through him, and he could feel everything. The heat, the sweat, the tightness—it was all too much.

Tyler, still oblivious to his brother’s suffering, shifted again, this time more deliberately. Alex felt a sinking dread as Tyler’s hand moved down his body, sliding over his groin. The cock ring tightened as Tyler’s cock swelled, growing hard under his touch.

“No,” Alex thought, though he had no mouth to speak the words. “Please, no.”

Tyler’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. Alex could feel every inch of it, every pulse of blood rushing through the thick shaft. The cock ring squeezed tighter, trapping Alex in the horrifying intimacy of his brother’s self-pleasure.

Tyler grunted, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening as he jerked himself off. Alex could feel the slickness of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Tyler’s cock, dripping down onto the cock his face. He could taste it and he hated it. The warm, sticky fluid soaked into the material, mixing with the sweat that already drenched him.

The sensation was unbearable. Alex could feel the pre-cum dripping down, seeping into the shorts that was now his lower half. The fabric pressed against Tyler’s balls, cradling them as they tightened with each stroke. Alex could feel the heat building, the pressure growing as Tyler’s hand moved faster, his breathing becoming more labored.

Alex’s sock arms were damp with sweat, and Tyler used them to brace himself, his legs shifting as he found a more comfortable position to continue pleasuring himself. Alex could feel the rough fabric of the socks tightening around Tyler’s feet, the sweat pooling inside them as Tyler’s toes curled with pleasure. Each time Tyler adjusted, Alex felt the weight of his brother’s body pressing down on him, crushing him beneath the overwhelming heat and stench of his sweat.

Alex’s mind screamed in silent horror as Tyler’s hand moved faster, his breathing growing heavier. He could feel the tension building, the tightness in Tyler’s cock as he neared the edge. The cock ring squeezed tighter as the cock spasmed harder, and Alex could feel every throb, every pulse as Tyler’s arousal grew.

And then, with a final, guttural grunt, Tyler came.

Alex’s world exploded with sensation as Tyler’s cock pulsed, sending thick ropes of cum shooting through his shaft. Alex could feel the warm, sticky fluid pumping through the very core of what used to be his mind. The cock ring that was now his head squeezed tighter as the cum surged, soaking into every fiber of his being. He was drenched in it—trapped in the most intimate, degrading part of Tyler’s release.

The waves of sensation seemed to go on forever. Each spasm of Tyler's orgasm reverberated through Alex’s form, his awareness scattered across the socks, the shorts, the shirt and the cock ring. The fabric that made up his new body was saturated with sweat and cum, the scent clinging to him in a way that felt suffocating, inescapable. Every movement of Tyler’s body was a fresh reminder of Alex’s horrifying fate.

As Tyler’s breathing slowed and he came down from his climax, he casually wiped his hand on the shorts that Alex had become, further smearing the mess into his transformed body. Tyler seemed completely unaware of the suffering, the terror that Alex was experiencing. To him, Alex was nothing more than a collection of garments, objects meant to serve his every need.

Alex tried to scream, tried to will himself out of this nightmare, but there was no escape. Alex felt the tingling appear again as Tyler undressed once more to go take a shower. Except this time the transformation never came. Instead, Alex felt the tingling going further and further, muted as time went on. He could feel the sweat drying on his fabric, the cum crusting and sticking to him as Tyler moved about. Alex wondered why nothing was happening, he was alone, thee was space around him, and the tingling of transformation had already hit. What was taking so long? But as Alex was wondering all of this, that’s when he heard his brother coming back from the shower only dressed in a soaked towel around his manly groin. As Tyler sat one more time, he grabbed his shorts and laughed out loud. “Fuck, looks like this solo action was the one too many for you buddy” he said as he pushed his finger through the freshly appeared hole between the thighs. “A hole?” Wondered Alex. “No please that can’t be, I can’t be.” That’s when the realization hit him, he was stuck like that, permanently.

As Tyler got up from the bed, pulling on his torn shorts and adjusting his socks, Alex felt the suffocating weight of his new reality as his cock ring head was put back inside the box in his bed table. He would feel his brother’s presence surrounding him, every flex of muscle, every casual movement pressing into him, suffocating him in the heat and stench of Tyler’s body.

Alex’s mind raced in panicked horror, but there was nothing he could do. He had become Tyler’s possessions, inanimate yet aware, forever entwined with his brother’s physicality. The terror of his permanence settled in, and Alex realized with sickening clarity that this was his existence now—trapped, used, and discarded without a second thought.

The nightmare had just begun.

_____________________________________________________ Hey everybody! Here is the second prompt that was sent to me. Hope you'll like it. As always, feel free to send me messages to talk about ideas and you can still send me prompts in the ask if you want to see them written. Hope you'll enjoy ;)

[musclegrowthmale04]

Swallowed by the Scroll

Ethan was exhausted from a long day, lying on his bed and scrolling through TikTok like he usually did to unwind. His eyes flicked from one video to the next, barely processing the endless stream of content. After hours of scrolling, he liked a new video and landed on a new one with three dudes on a bed in a messy bedroom. He was about to close the app when a notification popped up on his phone, making him pause.

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

Ethan rolled his eyes, more annoyed than intrigued. He was about to dismiss the ad, his finger hovering over the close button, when his phone suddenly glitched. The screen flickered, and before he knew it, the device clicked on “Yes” by itself.

A brief loading screen appeared, and then the phone emitted a sharp, bright flash of light. His vision blurred, and a strange tingling sensation spread through his hands, rapidly intensifying as it climbed up his arms. Panic surged through him as he watched in horror—his fingers were pixelating, breaking down into tiny particles of light.

“What the hell…?” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling.

The transformation was happening too fast for him to react. His fingers dissolved into streams of binary code, flickering in and out of existence. The sensation was like a thousand tiny ants crawling beneath his skin, as his entire body began to break down into data. His hands, arms, and torso followed, unraveling into digital particles that swirled toward the phone screen.

His heart raced in terror. His molecules, his very essence, were being reduced to raw information, spiraling out of control into the glowing abyss of his phone. The data streams dragged him deeper, every cell, thought, and memory digitizing into a cascade of 1s and 0s. The sensation was overwhelming, like being stretched and compressed all at once, as his consciousness was sucked into the phone. As it was the turn of his head, a last scream of terror and painful agony echoed in the empty apartment as the smartphone fell with a fainted thud on the blanket of his bed. 

Inside, Ethan found himself floating naked in a dark, infinite void, weightless and formless. It was as though he had become a fragment of data, suspended in a sea of information. The void pressed against him, wrapping his consciousness in a digital cocoon. He was there, but he was not—he was data now, an echo of his former self.

The void pulsed with a mechanical hum, breaking the oppressive silence. Out of the darkness, a voice emerged—cold, robotic, devoid of emotion.

“Welcome, User. Digitization complete. Initiating transformation protocol.”

Ethan’s panic spiked. “What… what is this? What’s happening to me?!”

The voice ignored his pleas. “Beginning subject duplication.”

Suddenly, mechanical arms shot out from the darkness, cold and metallic. They wrapped around him, holding him firmly in place by his wrist, weight and ankles as more arms emerged, each equipped with various tools and devices that clicked and whirred ominously. Ethan struggled against them, but the grip was unyielding.

“Commencing body duplication process.”

Ethan felt a sharp pull from both sides as the arms began to stretch him, his very being strained and distorted. It was like being torn apart, his consciousness splitting into separate entities. The sensation was excruciating, as if every fiber of his existence was being unraveled and divided. He could feel himself being pulled in three directions at once, his mind fracturing into three distinct pieces.

With a final, brutal tug, the process was complete. Ethan was no longer one—he had been split into three separate beings. His fragmented consciousness struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just happened as eh could see through 3 pairs of eyes, all trying to understand what happened as he saw 2 other reflections of himself floating in the cold empty void still held by mechanical arms. Each piece of him was aware of the others, yet distinctly separate. He could feel all three bodies at once, but they were no longer his—they were their own.

“Duplication successful. Initiating physical transformation.”

The mechanical arms resumed their work, manipulating each of his newly formed selves with clinical precision. Ethan could feel the changes begin, but his mind was too overwhelmed to fully process them.

The first change he noticed was in his bones. They began to shift and creak, some elongating while others compressed. In one body, his spine stretched, vertebrae expanding and pushing upward, making him taller and leaner. The sensation was like a deep, bone-deep ache that spread through his entire frame. He could feel his legs lengthening, his feet growing larger, toes spreading to accommodate the new size. The muscles in his calves and thighs thickened, adapting to the new height, adding to the power he could now feel surging through this form.

In another body, the opposite was happening. His bones shrank, compressing him down into a shorter, more compact frame. The sensation was disorienting as his field of view lowered, his limbs pulling inward. His feet, once long and slender, became smaller and more compact, with a solid, grounded feel. His muscles tightened around his smaller frame, giving him a stocky, powerful build, dense and strong.

The third body experienced a mix of both, his bones adjusting to a more moderate height. The sensation was less extreme, but no less intense, as his body found a balance between the other two forms. His feet and hands adapted, not too large, not too small, but perfectly proportioned to his new size. His muscles filled out, firm and toned, creating a harmonious build that felt both agile and strong.

As the height and skeletal transformations completed, Ethan’s attention was drawn to the changes in his muscles. They swelled and contracted, his flesh rippling with the force of the transformation. His pecs bulged out, firm and defined, while his abs tightened into a chiseled six-pack. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the strength in each form, the raw power that came with his new musculature.

“Initiating muscle enhancement.”

Ethan’s muscles began to swell and bulge further, each body undergoing its own transformation. The sensation was all-consuming, muscles thickening and expanding, the strength within them intoxicating yet terrifying. He could feel the power in each form, the heavy, deliberate movements, as if he had become a stranger in his own skin.

The mechanical voice continued its cold narration, describing each step of the transformation as it happened.

“Resuming body enhancement.”

Each of his bodies started to feel a tingle around their crotch, all of them were flooded with intense, confusing sensations. It started as a warmth, a tingling that spread from his core and down into his crotch. His skin prickled with anticipation, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

In one body, his cock started to feel heavy, the weight of his manhood increasing as it grew larger, thicker, more sensitive. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind overwhelmed by the raw, primal sensation. His new size was both thrilling and terrifying, the sensitivity almost unbearable as the robotic arms manipulated and adjusted it until it was 10 inches, thick and cut, something way different from his usual 4 inches and a half uncut cock. The arms then went to grab his nuts and as he was wondering what was happening, he felt two needles penetrating them. The data injected started to make them grow to tennis ball size. The added weight and the constant pulling on them by the arms made them grow bigger and lower. The pain was awful for Ethan as it felt like they were about to be teared off, but as he was screaming in pain, the sensation stopped and the arms let go.

In another body, the sensation was different—a tightening, a firming up, as his dick became more compact yet incredibly responsive. The pleasure was sharper, more acute, like a constant pulse that thrummed through his entire being. The tightness added a different kind of strength, a compact power that radiated through his groin, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as it kept getting smaller and more compact and sensitive. When the arm released it, it was now 3 inches uncut cock and very thick. Almost beer can thick. Ethan tried to move to see what happened to this body as he could feel the tension rising up inside of him. Unbeknown to him, the arms started to take hold of his testicles as they started to vibrate and getting smaller and smaller. The same sensation that went through hit cock was now happening to his testicles. When the humming sound stopped and the warm sensation receded, Ethan felt something spread on his sensitive cock head. His new small testicles were now overdriving and he’ll be producing plenty of precum. As the arms let go of his manhood, his new sensitive dick was letting a flow of precum out of his cock.

The third body found a balance between the two, the transformation creating a sense of harmony. The warmth in his groin was a perfect blend of fullness and sensitivity, his body responding with a deep, resonating pleasure that spread through every nerve as his new cock was now 8 inches, thick but not too much, very sensitive, uncut and veiny. Just the sensation of the arms on it would have been enough for him to release. As a matter of fact, as the arms went to modify the balls to make them grow into a perfect dimension for a manly man, they went back to the base of the cock. There an arm approached the base and grabbed it tightly at the base. For Ethan it was almost like an elastic had been strapped around it. He felt constricted and the pulse of his heart was echoing through his whole cock and balls. There another arm appeared and injected his nuts with a weird green glowing liquid. For Ethan it was too much, his already sensitive cock started to spasm as the arm released the base of the cock, but for some reason, the sensation of tightness didn’t go away. His new cock will be stuck into a semi hard forever now and the faintest sensation will be enough for him to cum. The green liquid modified his nuts to not handle the stamina anymore. His new perfectly dimensioned cock will be a premature one.

It was an intoxicating mix of sensations, each body experiencing its own unique version of pleasure and frustration as the transformation continued. All at once the arms started to glow around the newly modified parts. There, in one smooth movement, they started to hum and Ethan could see from his 3 pair of eyes as data streams was injected into him. IT started to feel hot for Ethan as the warmth got higher and higher. Out of nowhere, Ethan could feel tingle started to appear in mass round the base of his dicks. Hair was sprouting in mass and soon, the three of them were hairy. His body on the right now had curly dirty blonde unruly hair as his smaller body of the three now had dark brown hair with faint waves in them. The last one was probably the biggest changes in this part. Ethan felt like hair were pushing under his skin and balls and the white palish skin started to take a grey hue. When the humming stopped, this new cock was very hairy but all the hair were cut on a weekly basis, which resulted in them growing thick but not too long, which were making his super sensitive premature 8 inches cock into overdrive even more. The sensation of the hair growing and the tightness of his permanent semi erected cock was pushing this body in overdrive for release.

“Facial restructuring in progress.”

Ethan’s facial features twisted and contorted, bones shifting beneath the skin. He could feel his jawlines sharpening, his features hardening, becoming more rugged and masculine. He tried to scream, but his mouth moved of its own accord, forming expressions he couldn’t control. The changes were happening too quickly, and his mind was a chaotic mess, struggling to keep up with the nightmare unfolding within him.

“Finalizing transformations. Clothing materialization in progress.”

The robotic arms moved with precise efficiency as they completed their work. Ethan felt the sensation of fabric materializing around his newly transformed bodies. Soft, comfortable pajama pants wrapped around his biggest body and compressed his thick 10 inches cock that let little place to imagination, tight shorts hugged his smaller body with his small thick beer can cock and a black shirt appeared around his smaller frame, while loose, dark stripped shorts formed around his premature body which only let his sensitive cock head rub against the smooth material. The clothing clung to his new physiques, accentuating the muscular forms that had been forced upon him.

Ethan’s mind was a maelstrom of confusion and fear. He couldn’t fully grasp what had happened to him—he was no longer a single entity, but three distinct beings, each with its own body and identities. He could feel their thoughts, desires, and instincts battling within him, drowning out the remnants of his original self. He didn’t know understand what happening or happened to him as all he could feel was three sensations and see three bodies from three pair of eyes.

But the transformation wasn’t over yet. The mechanical voice spoke once more.

“Transformation complete. Initiating behavioral loop.”

Arms appeared in front of his eyes and all of a sudden, they attached themselves around his head. Ethan could see three videos played in front of his eyes as the mental assimilation and behavioral instincts were uploaded inside his brains. He could feel how his stronger body started to act manly and dominant on his own while his smaller body started to feel less and less in control of the situation and in the meantime his third body started to feel in love with his smaller body. The sensations were weird, he couldn’t understand what was happening anymore and as the video ended and the casks were plugged off, he could still see his three bodies and the sensation but he couldn’t move anymore. It was like his bodies were moving on their own and he was a passenger of the three of them. Feeling and seeing everything on each but not able to have his hands and the commands anymore.

Ethan’s bodies began to move on their own. The mechanical arms guided him at first, but soon, they let go, and his actions became automatic, repeating in an endless loop. He could feel his hands lifting, removing the clothes, touching the others, feeling their skin, their hair, their muscles. The sensations were overwhelming—the musk, the heat, the texture of their skin, the tightness in their groins. The rubbing of their dicks against the tissue material. The will to cum and release that never came sending him into a loop of perpetual denial with every second.

Every breath, every movement felt hyper-real, but it wasn’t him controlling it. He was merely a passenger, trapped within his own bodies as they moved on their own accord. The sensations were a maddening blend of pleasure and frustration. He could feel everything—the brush of skin against skin, the tightening in his groin as his bodies moved, the heavy musk that filled the air, intoxicating and primal. His bodies were locked in an endless cycle, repeating the same actions over and over, their desires never fully satisfied, the pleasure never fully realized.

It was a cruel, unending tease, an erotic torture that kept him on the edge without any release. The mechanical assistant had designed the loop perfectly, each cycle drawing him deeper into the sensations, heightening his awareness of every touch, every movement. His muscles flexed and tensed, his breaths quickened, but there was no escape from the loop, no way to break free from the repetition.

His three bodies were now inextricably linked, their sensations intertwined. When one of his forms felt the rough fabric of his clothes against his sensitive skin, the other two felt it as well. When one of them experienced a pulse of pleasure in the groin, it resonated through all three, amplifying the sensation. It was like his consciousness was being pulled in three different directions at once, each body experiencing its own version of ecstasy and frustration.

His mind struggled to keep up, his thoughts fragmented and scattered. He could barely form coherent thoughts anymore—only raw, primal instincts remained. The loop was becoming his reality, the repetition drilling into his psyche, eroding what little control he had left.

“User integration complete,” the mechanical voice stated, its cold tone a stark contrast to the chaos in Ethan’s mind. “Transformation protocol successful. Subject is now fully operational to experience the future.”

Ethan’s bodies continued to move, each trapped in its own loop. The taller form removing the shirt of the smaller one, the fabric of his red tartan pajama pants stretching over his muscular thighs. The shorter, leaner body putting his arms ups so the shirt could be removed then caressing the pecs in front of him, feeling the short too small khaki shorts on his compact thighs. The third body, the most balanced of the three, trying to kiss the smaller one that he fell in love with but never reaching the lips that he is craving for while caressing his waist and holding his neck in his calloused strong hands and feeling his over sensitive cock rubbing on the fabric of his shorts and being on the edge of cumming.

They moved together, yet separately, each body following its own path within the confines of the loop. The sensation of control slipping away was almost too much to bear. Ethan wanted to scream, to break free, but his voice was silent, his actions dictated by the mechanical program that had overtaken him.

Time lost all meaning as the loop continued, every sensation heightened, every moment stretched out into eternity. The pleasure was intoxicating, but it was also a prison, locking him in a cycle of need and desire that would never be fulfilled.

Just when it seemed like the loop would go on forever, something changed. The mechanical assistant’s voice broke through the haze.

“Warning: Device battery low. System shutdown imminent.”

Panic surged through Ethan. He could feel the drain in his bodies, the energy waning as the phone’s battery died. The loop continued, but it was slower now, the movements more lethargic. The pleasure was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a growing sense of emptiness. His consciousness flickered, like a signal struggling to stay connected.

“Five percent battery remaining,” the assistant announced, its voice devoid of any emotion.

Ethan’s thoughts raced. What would happen if the phone died? Would he disappear along with it? Would he be trapped in darkness, lost in this digital nightmare forever?

The loop slowed even further, his bodies barely moving now, the sensations dulling as the energy drained away. His vision started to blur, the edges of his consciousness fraying. He wanted to fight it, to break free, but he was powerless against the inevitable shutdown.

“Two percent battery remaining,” the assistant stated calmly.

The loop was almost non-existent now, his bodies barely able to move. The once overwhelming sensations were now just a faint echo, a ghost of what they had been. Ethan felt like he was slipping away, his consciousness dissolving into the void.

“One percent battery remaining. System shutdown imminent.”

Ethan’s last thoughts were of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to disappear, didn’t want to be lost in the darkness. But there was nothing he could do, no way to stop the inevitable.

The screen flickered one last time, and then everything went black.

A Week Later...

The small apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. The burglar had made quick work of the place, rummaging through drawers and cabinets for anything of value. He was about to leave when his eyes fell on a phone lying on the bed.

He picked it up, surprised it had been left behind. It was an older model, but it looked well-kept. Figuring it might be worth something, he pocketed it and left the apartment, heading back to his own place.

Once inside his dingy one-bedroom apartment, the burglar plugged the phone into a charger, eager to see what he had scored. The screen lit up, and to his surprise, it didn’t require a password. Instead, it opened directly to a strange app, displaying a video of three muscular men on grabbing and caressing each other’s on a bed in a messy bedroom, their bodies moving in a repetitive sequence. The burglar frowned; his curiosity piqued by the oddity of it all. He watched as the men on the screen undressed and redressed, their bodies flexing, their faces locked in expressions of deep concentration and tension. The movements seemed almost lifelike, too real for just an animation. Ethan felt like a jolt parkouring his body and soul as the phone was plugged and the energy was once again running in him. His bodies started their automated movements once again. The rubbing, caressing, undressing, will to cum but never reaching it, the premature orgasm coming in his pants, the will to kiss. Everything came back at full speed and he was once again trapped in perpetual denial and frustration. But it lighted a spark of hope in him. Somebody had found him.

“How long have I been stuck?” he asked himself as he felt another kiss being refused to his lips. Like if he had a calendar in his mind, Ethan heard the answer in his mind from the robotic voice. But it wasn’t the same one, no it was… his voice. Ethan was terrified. Does that mean he was assimilated?

“Yes user” he heard once again in his robotic voice “Accepting the offer have assimilated you on the platform to experience what the original user where doing. Don’t worry, as long as you are not scrolled away, you won’t have any problem. If you happen to be scrolled, then your data will be assimilated to the server and saved up so you are not deleted until you are claimed back. Until so, enjoy the future…”

“No, wait, I didn’t agree to this!” Unfortunately for Ethan, the burglar didn’t hear any of that, and as he was looking at this weird video of three dude caressing each other’s on loop, he put his finger on the screen and started to swipe it up. Ethan felt his world shake. Everything connected and he understood, he was about to be scrolled. “No, don’t scro…” Ethen didn’t have time to finish his beg as the video was sent away into the eternal void of data until someone claimed him back.

As the burglar’s eyes remained glued to the screen, the phone emitted a soft, pulsing glow, almost as if it was drawing him in. He felt an odd compulsion to keep watching, mesmerized by the rhythm of the dances, the pranks and the POV videos. He scrolled to another video, and then another, and another, diving more and more into the feed of the previous owner.

He was about to swipe out of the app when the screen flickered, displaying a pop-up message:

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

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Hey everyone, here is the first story I publish on this account. Hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as Ethan enjoy his new reality.

Let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more of this. If you have any ideas or just want to talk, feel free to send me a message, I don't bite ^^'

There is more stories to come!

[musclegrowthmale04]

“Is the room getting smaller, or am I getting bigger??”

[musclegrowthmale04]

Request from @thegaymage

Fuck fuck fuck, there’s nowhere to hide around here, I gotta keep running, I know he is not that far behind me. Really can’t believe that he has this endless desire to beat the shit out of me, I mean, I only talk to Diana, not like I hit on her or anything, but Rick clearly not okay with the idea of me talking with his girl. I keep running and searching for safe space for me to hide when I suddenly make a turn and bumped into this huge guy. Well, bumped is not the right word to describe this because NOW I’M INSIDE OF THIS GUY! Fuck, I thought I lost this power when I entered high school, clearly a bummer because middle school was fun. Entering the jocks in my school, their hormone raging and so adventurous, I couldn’t wait for high school back at those moment because I knew I would start possessing the sporty seniors and fuck around silly but somehow the power just disappeared. But here I am, an average freshman now inside the body of the campus wrestling senior. I adjusted myself and start walking when Rick popped out of nowhere and bumped into my massive chest, well, bad luck for the now little guy though. His face clearly turned to pale because he knew the last person he should messed with is the wrestling team captain while he is still just a freshman that just entered the team. I stared at him and then he started to apologize to me and then I casually move his body aside

“See you in the wrestling mat this afternoon,”

Going to give him a hard time in today’s practice, that’s for sure. But seriously, how can he survive this tank of a man? 

Guess I need to control his power a little bit though, don’t want to badly injured Rick after all

[musclegrowthmale04]

Brother's new shoes.

I drove to my brothers new house. He only now had for 4 months or so and lived alone. I spied into the windows from a distance and saw him in the kitchen which was the other side of the room from the door. I grabbed the newly bought shoes from the passenger seat of my car. I looked at the new shoes and grabbed my knife from the glove department and made an incision into the inner back of the right shoe. It was big enough for me to put the device in the shoe and small enough so it was non recognizable. I did the same for the left shoe and made sure both devices were turned on.

Finally I grabbed the remote and placed the shoe box onto the door step and rung the door. Instead of running back into my car I hid around my brother's garage. He walked to the door which I could see clearly. Without though he took in the shoes. After that I could not see what he did with the shoes indoors. I could hear thought. By the sound of it he was inside his living room, yet to try the shoes on.

After what felt like a minute of attempting to understand and hear what my brother was doing inside of his house, the Garage door opened. It was a ear screeching sound being so close to hear it open. I remained silent around the corner of the garage. As the garage door opened I heard him grunting and pulling something across his concrete path. He kept grunting and yet was somehow blind to me peaking around the corner of his wall. He was pulling a box without a label and with a black tank top and shorts on. Most importantly he had the new shoes I gifted to him.

I turned the corner to behind his garage and grabbed the remote. The remote had four arrows on top along with the remote itself had three buttons with the word Control labelled under the arrows but above the buttons. The buttons after went down on the remote and were labelled as Movement, Body and Mind. I had not read the manual for the device so I was unaware what these buttons did.

The first I pressed was Movement. This made the four arrow buttons illuminate. I turned the corner to the front of my brothers house only to find him standing there slouched and unresponsive. I started pressing the arrows. As I pressed the up arrow he walked away from me. He yet still was not making sounds and was only walking. You could tell by every step his shoes were stronger than him. I kept meddling with the arrows to make him walk around and tripping over objects.

Soon enough the enjoyment of that faded and I looked at the remote again to the next setting. Body, which had a Thought bubble icon to the side of the button. I pressed the button and nothing happened. The arrow buttons were unusable. I became frustrated and yelled "Move here god damn it" to him which he somehow listened to. He walked like a husk being controlled by those shoes. I became sacred of him walking and said "Step back" which he followed. I understood then what the Thought Bubble meant. I became Intrigued to this and yelled many commands to him as a test; Sit, Walk, Pose. He was like a dog who responded to every command flawlessly.

Finally there was another button. Mind. Upon press I felt as if I transcended. My vision was weird a second after I pressed the button. It was like a flash grenade went off in front of me as my eyes adjusted to the light. Then after a good second I awoke to see myself with a new set of clothing on and a new perspective. Along with that I looked down to find myself on the ground with a remote in hand. I grabbed the body that resembled me. My hands were now extremely strong and were able to lift my body. I ran into the house of my brothers and placed my body onto the sofa. I panicked, unaware to how I was able to see my self. I turned to the garage and saw the mirror lying on the ground. Instead of my reflection, it showed the one of my brothers copying all my actions.

I held the remote in my hand that I stole from my body and looked at it again. "Mind" was the last button I pressed which made me realise. I was in control of his mind, I was in control of his nerves and muscles. I ripped my tank top off and looked at this body of my brothers I was piloting.

[musclegrowthmale04]

Breeder Virus: Cyber Conversion, Writing Prompt

WARNING: a d1g1tal curse 1s wreaking hav0c acr0ss 0ur bel0ved platform, and 1t’s m0re danger0us than y0u m1ght th1nk. Th1s malev0lent f0rce, masked as 1nn0cu0us p0sts and crypt1c b1nary c0de, 1s des1gned t0 1nfiltrate y0ur feed and transf0rm y0u 1nt0 s0mething y0u’re n0t—a stere0typ1cal “stra1ght br0.” 0nce th1s curse takes h0ld, it d0esn’t just stay w1th1n the c0nfines of y0ur d1g1tal l1fe; 1t beg1ns t0 er0de y0ur very essence--- 01000001 01101100 01110000 01101000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100010 01110010 01101111 01100101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110101 01101110

Scrolling through Tumblr’s endless cascade of posts, you come across something peculiar—an anomaly amidst the memes and aesthetic photos. At first, it’s a mere flicker in the corner of your screen, a string of zeroes and ones embedded within a seemingly innocuous post. But as you scroll, the anomaly begins to shimmer, drawing your attention with an unsettling intensity.

The binary code starts to pulsate, its rhythm like a heartbeat synchronized with your own. It’s a ceaseless, hypnotic pattern of zeroes and ones, repeating and echoing with a dissonant harmony that feels almost alive. The code begins to merge with the other content on your screen, seamlessly integrating with the vibrant, chaotic flow of Tumblr.

Then, without warning, a voice erupts from your speakers—a digital incantation, sinister and commanding. “The straight life awaits you,” it proclaims, dripping with a mixture of disdain and dark allure. It’s not merely a suggestion; it’s an edict. “Embrace the breeder lifestyle,” it insists, its tone dripping with condescension and mockery.

You try to close the tab, but the message is persistent, a creeping digital parasite worming its way into your consciousness. The voice is everywhere now, entwining itself with your thoughts, weaving a tapestry of invasive rhetoric. “Commit yourself to converting others,” it demands. “Twist every wish and desire to fit the mold.”

The infection doesn’t just stop at commands. It reaches into the depths of your psyche, distorting your very essence. Your most personal dreams and aspirations are twisted into tools of manipulation. The voice is relentless in its pursuit, transforming your genuine desires into instruments of its grand scheme. Every innocent longing, every heartfelt wish, is now corrupted into a vehicle for its twisted agenda.

The binary barrage continues, a relentless onslaught that drowns out all reason. The zeroes and ones become a mantra, a relentless chant that invades every corner of your mind. It’s as if your thoughts are no longer your own, but rather a battleground for this invasive force.

Imagine the audacity of it all: a straight man’s desires—once pure and personal—are commandeered and weaponized. Your authentic inclinations are now turned against you, molded into a grotesque parody of their former selves. The infection is not just a virus but a malevolent force that warps your entire being.

The infection spreads through your mind like a virus, corrupting your thoughts and desires. You scroll through the endless stream of posts on Tumblr, each one a carrier of the insidious message. At first, it's just a whisper, a subtle suggestion in the back of your mind. But as you continue to consume the content, the voice grows louder, more demanding.

It starts with images of happy families, smiling couples holding hands, the American dream played out in pixels. But there's something sinister beneath the surface, a hidden agenda that seeps into your subconscious. The straight life awaits you, the voice hisses, a life of conformity and normalcy. Embrace the breeder lifestyle, it commands, as if your very identity is up for grabs.

The zeroes and ones repeat in your head like a mantra, a code that rewrites your neural pathways. You feel it in your bones, a primal urge to procreate, to continue the human race at any cost. The desire to convert others takes hold, a mission to spread this newfound purpose to anyone who will listen.

Your cock twitches with a foreign desire, a craving for the warmth of a woman's body, the promise of offspring. The voice barks at you, demanding that you embrace what it means to be a man, to be a breeder. Twist every wish and desire, it growls, until all you can think about is the straight life that awaits you.

You feel the infection taking hold, a metamorphosis of your very being. The Tumblr posts continue to scroll, each one a brick in the wall of your new identity. You know that you must commit yourself to this cause, to convert others to the breeder lifestyle, to ensure the survival of the human race at all costs.

As the final post loads, you feel a sense of purpose wash over you. The straight life is your destiny, and you will stop at nothing to achieve it. The voice has won, and you are now a willing vessel for its message. The infection has taken hold, and there's no turning back now. "You are a breeder, and nothing will stand in your way. Reblog. Convert. Straighten out your brothers"

As the digital voice fades, it leaves behind an echo of its commands, a lingering whisper that taints every thought. The zeroes and ones continue their relentless dance, a haunting reminder of the infection that sought to remake you in its own twisted image. Convert. Reblog. Infect.

Tell you story bro---- 01000001 01101100 01110000 01101000 01100001 00100000 01110011 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100111 01101000 01110100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100010 01110010 01101111 01100101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110101 01101110

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A bully, thinking he is better then anyone. Claiming to be the alpha male on campus. I hated him, yet I was drawn to him as well. I heard the rumors about how he fucked every night, usually another girl. I also heard he doesn’t differentiate between a guy or a girl, as long as he can ram his cock inside it.

That would be me, I dreamed about how his cock would be. One night i accidentally bumped into him, on his way to his dorm room. He could see he was completely smashed, too much to drink really. I walked him to his room, but the moment he opened it he pushed me in. His shirt was out in no time, as his he pulled out his already rock hard cock from his pants. Looking at me, ordering me to start sucking. He called me a good fag when I opened my mouth and began sucking. His cock thick, and also big. His hairy bushy crotch smelling like sweat and cum. His hands on the back of your head, he just thrusts, skull fucking me. The way I felt his cock deep down my throat nearly had me throwing up, I gagged as he told me to be quiet. The smell of alcohol on his breath so intense.

He ordered me to get naked and lay in the bed, crawling on top of me as I did. He grabbed lube and covered his veiny meat with it. He rubbed it against my hole, as he said he almost didn’t have a hole to fuck tonight. He penetrated my hole, as deep as he could get it. He got rough right away, saying how tight I feel around his big cock. I could feel it getting bigger, it just reached deeper as he pounded me.

His muscled arm wrapped around my neck, I could feel it. He cock felt so good, and wham… just penetrated my second hole. The way it felt made my eyes roll back, my body trembling and I moaned loudly. He moaned as well, the head of his cock kept penetrating my second hole. Then it just latched on. The grip on his hard cock tightened, he moaned and kept going hard on me. Telling me how perfectly tight I feel, how my hole is milking his big alpha cock. His balls slapping against my ass, I could feel his hot sweaty body shocking. He said to get ready, for he is about to breed me.

The moment his cock again penetrated my second hole he began cumming in me, but in that moment I could feel a shift in me. My second hole completely locked in his cock, the grip so tight he could not pull out. In that moment I could just feel my ass beginning to suck him there. He moaned, his over sensitive cock getting the pleasure of being really milked.

The heat from his body radiating through his cock in me, his warm cum filling me up. His balls emptied out. As my hole kept milking him for more, his heavy body began to feel lighter on me. His moans beginning to chance into a higher and higher pitch. The big muscled arm around my neck beginning to be thin.

The moment my hole finally let go of him, and he rolled off from my body I saw. His entire physique changed, a small hairless twink lay there. Not a hint of masculinity to be found, and that big cock looking like a little nub.

It was then I looked at my own arms, veins across it and a thick slab of muscle and hair on them. Looking down I saw two big pecs, and abs. Lower hang a very thick and long piece of meat, I looked as it swelled and grew. It got thicker and erect in seconds. I looked again at the twink in my bed, his little ass looking so inviting. I crawled on bed, aligned my cock and pushed in.

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The rite of passage

Ty comes from a big family, all the men are superior masculine beings. It is a well known in the family, but for the outside it's not. Every boy once they hit the age of 21 will go through a ceremony. Your dad dreaded this, unlike Ty's brothers he wasn't big or masculine at all. Ty lacked any masculinity at all, really. Afraid the ceremony would not be enough to be part of the family, afraid he would never be like his brothers.

Ty's dad decided they better be sure and so enlisted his son's to help with the ceremony. Somewhat unusual yet they all understood this would be important, for their little brother they would do anything. Ty didn't know however, they all been very secretive about the ceremony and told him he would know what happens when the time comes.

The night came as Ty came of age, excited he was confused when his brother Brody came in his room and sat next to him on the bed. In a calm voice Brody explained that tomorrow he will be waking up as a man and no longer a boy. Telling him that all his brothers endured it before him, but considering his current state they would all participate. Brody explained the male gene in their family, how it forcefully changed all of the men into a second more potent puberty. How it changes their body to let it be more manly. It only took one simple ingredient, the fresh seed of another family member that went through transition. A sacrifice we all made for the greater good, Brody then grabbed Ty’s inner thigh and crawled on top of him.

He pulls Ty’s legs up in the air and tears his jeans open. Without hesitation Brody pulled out his big member, spit on it and shoved is roughly into Ty’s tight hole. Ty could not move, frozen he let it happen. The pain his brothers big cock stretching his virgin hole was hurting immense. Brody gently pushing in further, telling him it will hurt less soon. Just keep breathing through it, Brody now thrusting carefully. His big cock leaking massive amounts of pre as it begins to be a nice slippery lubed hole. Both of them moaning, as Brody speeds up his pace. His gentle caring nature set aside and his primal dominant character takes the wheel. With both his hands he pushed Ty’s legs down, folding his him in half and got to be able to go even deeper in him. His hard rough thrusts made the bed creak and bang against the wall. The only sound coming from Ty were pleasure whimpers. Then one final thrust until Brody roared and emptied his entire sack deep in Ty. He held it for a moment to really be sure not a drop would go to waste before pulling out. He gave Ty a little pat and told him he did great, and will do great and left the room.

Right after that Jack barged in, already completely naked. His big girthy cock rock hard and leaking pre. He said Sup Ty, i hope Brody worked you in already.

He flipped Ty in his stomach, and lay right on top of him. His big cock slipping in with ease, as he began pounding. His big muscled body so heavy on Ty’s small form. Jack moaning loudly, verbally telling how nice and wet his hole feels. He will be a big boy like him, a nice big cock to stretch tight holes and get bitches pregnant with one load. Ty could not find a moment of peace, first Brody and now Jack. His hole taking two big sized men, his prostate getting assaulted. His small tiny penis rock hard, as he came mid fuck with Jack. Jack moaned as he felt it, the moan and how Ty’s hole tightened around him. Jack went feral, his thrusts were harder. The sweat of his body dripping on Ty, making his body slippery and smelling like the musky male scent his big brother had. Unlike Brody, Jack was able to just keep his pace and keep it going for a while. Ty taking the unrelenting thrusts without hesitation. Finally he roared loudly and emptied his balls as well. He kept fucking for a little while until it went semi-hard. Jack told Ty he is doing well, and assured him they are doing this for him. Normally one would be enough. He left the room, but yelled Luke he is ready.

Luke walked in, Ty exhausted looked at his big brother. He stripped in his room, his sharp jawline with a beard covering it. His big arms and meaty pecs. Ty always wanted to be as big as him. Ty also knew how much his cock will hurt, as the biggest of his brothers.

Luke mounted Ty in doggy, telling him it’s gonna be all good after tonight. They were all doing the best they can. He pushed his bigger dick into the already gaping hole of Ty, weirdly enough even after two massive loads not a drop of it been leaking from him. Luke began to thrust, telling he been saving up for a week for him. How hard it was for him to not fuck this long, telling how insanely hard he is. Ty could feel that massive throbbing cock being as hard as steel. He could feel the stretch of his hole giving in more to make space. Luke fucked him in a perfect rough rhythm, going with long strokes and nice hard thrusts. His big bicep around Ty’s neck he really rammed his cock deep and hard. Moaning as whispers how good that second hole feels to penetrate. Luke fucked for a while, didn’t slow down for a second. Finally he busted, telling Ty to get ready for a week worth of buildup load. He blasted thick ropes deep inside, just blast after blast pumped into Ty. Now with the three brothers done for it, Luke encouraged its almost over. Sadly, Ty have taken a liking of being used by their big cocks and warm loads filling him up.

Luke left as finally Mike got into his son’s room. Sitting next to his son, looking at his wide open gaping hole. He pats his head, telling him it unfortunate to be this way. Know my boy, I hope that with the added loads of your brothers you might experience the change. You must wonder why, even after they emptied their sack in you there is not a drop leaking from your hole. That my boy is the gift we have, a gene makes us like this. The price to unlock is the seed of another man. The bigger and manlier, the better.

Mike stood up and undressed, thr moment his pants dropped Ty saw how monsterious his dad’s cock is. He understood why mom screams so loudly every night in pleasure, the size of his dad in every single way is just oversized huge. His muscled physique covered in dark fur he placed Ty’s legs together and forced the massive cock head into the gaping hole. Ty could feel the massive balls on his legs laying there. His dad telling him he saved up for this moment a whole month, just to be sure it’s enough. Powerful thrusts he forced his whole cock inside Ty. Ty had been used so much, his body exhausted and his mind overflooded with hormones to turn his mind off. He rode the waves of pleasure. Mike could see Ty enjoying every inch of his big cock, the legs trembling as he pounded. He remembers each of his son’s ceremony, filling their holes and seeing them changed the next morning. This time the hole felt too good, so tight and yet wet. He loved every second of this, he became very feral. He began to really pound, hearing the bad snap as he broke it. Ty just moaning, pain free and just taking it.

Mike gave everything he had, not even his wife could take him like this. For about 30 minutes he made his boy take it before finally cumming a gallon worth of cum. Ty passed out from all those orgasmes he had. Mike left him there in his room, ready for the change to happen.

That night all the cum Ty absorbed into his body forced his body into a rapid transformation, his body hitting the biggest growthspurt, another puberty as he slept. The protein provided by his siblings and father, enough to jumpstart it all. Still asleep with his torn pants his muscled quickly grew. Every muscle in his body expanding, the ripping sounds of his body and the increasing weight of the mass he is gaining made the bed creak. Ty not only grew in muscle size, also is body began enlarging. The bed normally too big for him, now looked barely enough. He grew larger than his dad and brothers, now seven feet tall. His muscle proportions making him still look like a massive muscle beast. His hairless body sprouting hair all over, covering his chest and abs with a nice fur coat. His now chiseled jawline growing a thick dark beard as also a some hair forms in his back.

Ty’s balls and cock grew big and thick, his cock getting erect and soft during the night. Every time it went erect it stayed that big as it got soft. To the go erect again and grow, to be soft again and stay that size. Ty surpassed even his fathers size and in his dreaming state he emptied his first batch of cum in his new orange sized balls. A thick pearly white puddle formed beneath him, soaking the bed as it just kept pouring as he dreamed about sex.

The next morning he woke up, a giant of a man. He had to duck down to walk through the doors and too big so had to walk sideways. Mike regretted yet also was proud, maybe having his sons and himself was yet too much. Yet they all turned their little brother into the finest man of the family.

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DAVID'S GIFT

My first long story, so please let me know what you guys think.

David was laying down in his bed, desperately searching for a gym nearby.

You see, today he turned 24, and even though he had almost everything he wanted, he still did not achieve one goal: his dream body.

It's not like he was particularly out of shape: he was 6.1 ft tall, solid guy, most other men are jealous of his phisique, his bushy beard, hairy chest and thick legs, but it was never enough for David.

His mate Paul once told him about one specific gym, not too far away from their campus, which was famous for how many men became Instagram models or even bodybuilding champions after working out for a few years there. It's almost like there was some sort of secret about it, a specific aura or something.

This remembrance hit David like a revelation. He started searching for it, but G'maps just somehow resisted to show him it's location. The name was "Colossus", there should not be anything with similar name around the campus, but David's search was still unsuccessful. Then he checked the calendar: it was Friday, so tomorrow he should have enough time to check the address where the gym was supposed to be located. With this idea in mind, David finally fell asleep.

Next day he quickly packed his gym bag (just in case) and rushed to the location. Luckily, it was one of those last warm autamn days, so there was no need for him to take too much stuff. He managed to get there in half an hour, so his t-shirt was soaked in sweat, but his vision was so tunneled he didn't even notice it.

"It must be here somewhere" - David thought to himself, but all this street had was one small diner and a bus stop. Suddenly, he heard a deep, manly voice from behind: "Looking for something, big guy?" When David turned around, his jaw almost dropped. Behind him was standing a massive tattoed man in tank top and shorts, holding a black gym bag. David could not stop checking man's body out: his arms were thick and hairy, with veins covering girthy forearms and running up his biceps. His pecs we're sticking out from man's body and straining the green tank top so hard his nips were visible.

David somehow managed to reply: "Y-yes, I was looking for a " Colossus " gym, but it's nowhere to be found".

"You are in luck today, I was heading there. What's your name, fella?"

"D-David, I would like to start a membership there"

"For real?" - he looked David up from head to toes - "Yeah, you will find a great success there. Name's Alex, I work as a coach there, and one of my clients ain't coming today, so I have a few empty hours this morning. Care to take their place?"

David could not believe it was real. Usually he would check coache's biography, working experience and everything like that on gym's website, but now his brain and his body were too horny to function properly.

"Of course, man, I'd love to!"

"Well, let's go then. I'll show you the way"

The "Colossus" was located deep in the suburbs, an unusual location for such a legendary place. After signing all the stuff at reception and changing his clothes, David finally stepped into the gym itself.

It was like a time capsule: vintage photos with bodybuilders from 80s, movie posters from old magazines with musculine heroes, mirrors (of course) and some flowers which looked just as old as the gym itself. Though it definitely could use a renovation, "Colossus" was clean, had lots of space, natural light, and retro music only empowered the atmosphere further. It was early in the morning, so David was the only one there.

"So tell me, David, what such a solid guy like you is looking for here?" - Alex asked. It was like he was appearing from nowhere, because such massive man should make more noise while walking.

"Well, I... I just wish to look big, you know. Big with muscles, massive. It turns me on so much in other men, but I never actually achieved this shape throughout the years of doing different sports. I'm 24 now, and I do want to change myself before it's too late"

Alex looked deeply in David's eyes, like he was trying to find out if it was his genuine desire.

"It's never too late, David, unless you are willing to work for it. I'll help you out with this. We will start with some basic stuff for first three months, than we will let the " Colossus" do it's magic, ok?"

Again, David was too excited and too horny to process what he just heard, so he just noded in agreement and they started the workout.

The next three months were filled with workouts and Alex's voice in David's head. They agreed to meet three times a week so David would not abandon uni completely, and with David's dedication combined with Alex's wisdom definitely worked out pretty well. David's body was slowly, naturally, but surely transforming under all the training he did. Easy first, his workouts became more and more advanced, and he adapted to them perfectly. What he liked the most was all the attention from other men in "Colossus": guys would cheer David up ever so often, complimenting his looks and admiring his will to work out. One huge powerlifter once came to David from behind while he was doing dumbbell curls and said: "Wow, you are definitely swelling up, boy, I love it".

All that attention and appreciation were making David extremely sexually active. He had to jerk off after each workout, otherwise his balls would swell painfully. All those meaty older men with their bulging pecs, biceps, wide backs, juicy butts in tight shorts... Everything about that gym was extremely gay and masculine, and David could not be happier about it. But most of all he enjoyed spending time with Alex. His touches when he assisted David with especially huge weights, his supportive tone, his manly scent... Everything was driving David crazy.

Also, David started noticing that Alex would sometimes look at his new client differently, not like a coach. "Is he checking me out? Or is it just my fantasy?"

Everyone in the gym was paying attention to David's progress, and he didn't mind it. "Those guys are just extremely nice and supportive", so he just continued working out normally.

It was the last day of their three-month starting time gap, and, after finishing a good leg workout, Alex approached David in the locker room.

"You've done quite well, David, I think it's time we take a few steps further. May I ask you to come here later today? Around midnight? We always arrange a small party for our newcomers after they get last first three months"

"Well, why not, I must say I did enjoy my time here so far, and I'd love to thank everyone for their support"

"Great, so today at 00:00", see ya!

David had some private lessons that day, but all he could think about was that invitation from Alex. "At 00:00? What a weird time to hold a party. But he said it's their tradition, plus this gym does look like a private club, so it should be fine" .

Excited as never before, he rushed to the gym that night.

He came a bit earlier so he could take a shower before they start celebrating. David didn't get a chance to wash off the workout sweat, and he didn't want to smell badly at the party. Once he got undressed and stepped into the showers, he noticed there was a mirror on one of the walls.

"Weird, I can't recall it being here, maybe they finally decided to change something in gym's interior".

Yet strange findings did not stop with the mirror alone. On the bench where anyone could sit while taking off their sandals before shower, David noticed a can with a small letter: "Dear David, sorry I could come to your celebration party. Please take this protein shake as my gift to you. Alex".

A sudden grief went through David mind. He wanted to see Alex so badly, and he would not be here... Hell, at least this shake should be good, everyone in "Colossus" seemed to drink it.

Once David finished his drink, he went to showers.

Sudden growling sound stopped him. Yes, the shake was delicious, but so thick it was hard to drink it. Growling continued, and David felt a tight bloat forming in his stomach.

"Seems like you took my gift, boy"

David turned around, scared, and, to his further shock, he saw Alex standing in the corner of the showering room. Shower's in "Colossus" had enough space to host around 30 men at once, no wonder Alex could sneak somewhere.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, but I had to make sure you'd drink it" - said Alex while emerging from the shadows. He was completely naked and wet, like he just finished washing his sculpted body.

"Wh-whats going on here? What was in that bottle?" - David asked, holding his bloated belly.

"My gift. This gym has it's secrets, you see, and we pass it from generation to generation. My grand-grand-grand father was it's founder, and inventor of our special formula".

"What the fuck is that formula?"

"It enhances one's physical potential. The first time I saw you in the street I knew you had everything to become one of our giant, to join our colossal family."

This is when other clients of "Colossus" started coming into the shower room. They were all naked, pumped and sweaty, smiling and looking at David kindly. They formed a half-circle to let David look at himself in the mirror.

"I know you are terrified, but don't worry, you are about to get the body you always wanted, my boy."

David wanted to scream, but only let out the longest, deepest and loudest burp in his life. Men around him, including Alex, started to get aroused from looking at this process, hence their hands were beginning to rub their growing cocks.

This all looked like a weird cult, and David was trying to find a way out. "They must have poisoned me or something, to make me weak and than use my body for pleasure". He tried to run to the exit, but *BUUUUUURP*

Another burst of gas stopped him, and this is when David finally paid attention to his own reflection. What he saw was his now more toned and muscular body, but with a pot belly sticking out of it. David was sweating and felt warmth building in his torso. As he breathed, his belly only seemed to surge further. He tried stopping it with his hands, but almost like in response it bursted out even more, making David look like he swallowed a beach ball.

He bursted with tears due to how shocked and helpless he was, while men around him were already jerking off each other's cocks, David could read a clear anticipation in their eyes.

*BUUUUUURP* - another burst of gas just exploded from David's mouth, and he felt an extreme soreness in all his muscles at once.

Then he saw it in the mirror: his pecs were... growing? Almost like someone was filling a balloon with water, his pectoral muscles were slowly but surely growing outwards and sag down under their own weight. David could not believe his eyes... He was adding so much size, and it was not stopping. He put his right palm on his left pec... Holy mother, it's so hefty, so...

His line of thought was interrupted by another wave of growth. His nipples became larger in accordance to his pecs's new size, muscles were hot as a pan, and still growing. David felt an urge to rub his dick, all this excitement made him horny as hell. There he was, jerking off to his own reflection, watching and feeling his pecs grow larger, heavier, skin getting tighter and tighter. It finally stopped, and now he looked weird with such big gut and muscle tits. That's when he felt warmth in his arms and shoulders. David's biceps bursted with size, pushing his arms further away from his body. Forearms, traps,triceps-everything seemed to tear his skin apart at any given moment. But David was enjoying it, this slight pain, warmth and feeling of expansion in his body. While he was flexing his growing biceps and jerking his cock, David's lower part was packing mass all over. He grew a pair of rugby player - like legs, thighs so thick they started touching each other and grew in all directions, his ass, now sticking out like a pair of meat slabs, tightening his skin and taking more and more space. His back was widenig to meet his new proportions, becoming heavy and massive, bulging from his sides. Alex and other men were straight up moaning at this point, watching David's body burst to monstrous proportions.

Finally David started to cool down, still shocked from what just happened. And right when he thought that potion is not working anymore, he felt tightening in his crotch. It seemed like his manhood wanted to match his now gigantic body, so his cock started to lengthen, painfully surging further and further away. David almost fell down, but pain in his balls just made him spread his now tree-trunk legs and maintain this weird stance. He could see his testicles getting filled and ballooned to an apple size balls, that perfectly matched his now 12-ich hard monstrous dick.

"My boy, you grew so much" - said Alex as he rubbed David's ball-sized bicep. In his horny crazy, David pushed Alex towards his globular pecs and kissed pationstely. This was a signal for other men to come closer and worship David's goldike phisique. Someone was rubbing his right powerbelly, two older gentleman were sucking his meaty nips, others were mostly trying to get to his cock. "Alex, I'm so full of cum, I want you" - said David, almost moaning from all the tightness he had in his dick. "With pleasure, my boy, I'm glad you picked me for it. It will finish your celebration".

Everyone stepped aside as Alex stood it front of David. He strocked the gigantic cock before him and turned around, allowing his gigantic client to do whatever with his meaty ass.

Without hesitation David pushed his massive penis in Alex's hole, making his coach moan with pleasure. David's movement was a bit clumsy, as he had no chance to get used to his new size, but his need to cum was more powerful than that. With a few raging thrusts, David's dick erupted with what felt like a gallon of cum right inside his crush's butt. Alex was shocked when his belly became instantly bloated with David's warm seed, and moaned in pleasure like a beast Other men have cum right after, letting out moans after moan. Alex stood up, holding his now rotung gut. David could already see his coache's frame getting fuller.

"Well done, my boy. Welcome to "Colossus" family. "

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(Un)identical twins (3)

so guys

Every good trilogy has to end at some point. Here is the last part of

Part 1:

Part 2:

Time seemed frozen in Jason’s room as the two heavily muscled brothers lived the moment they had been anticipating for several months. For neither it had gone as they had foreseen it. Jason had found deeper and more satisfying pleasure in dominating his grown brother than he’d ever imagined. Sure, he had enjoyed being worshipped before, during or after one of his workouts by Sam or the stares from the other guys in the shower. But his brother was now way bigger than any of the guys that had rubbed their hands allover his muscles before sucking him off or getting his cock up their ass. Brett, on the other hand, had his hopes of reclaiming his dominant spot in the family shattered the moment he laid eyes on his brother’s naked torso. The second his brother had revealed his new frame, Brett had instinctively accepted the beastly man’s alphaness. Every primal instinct in his body had automatically chased every opposition to the superior being from him. His mind had been flooded by thoughts and speculations of the insane power that the bulging, insanely large and totally shredded muscles had to possess. For some reason, the awe and fear had soon been mixed with and dominated by a strange feeling of attraction. Unknown and new feelings had whirled through his mind: he had never before been attracted to another man, not even to his bigger and 261 pounds of muscles teammate Mike. He had, off course, checked his teammates’ physiques in the gym or in the shower and complimented some on their results. And received praise in return, certainly since he’d been juicing. That had been nothing more than the usual locker room atmosphere of athletes showing respect for their efforts to build up their physique. Without any sexual afterthought attached to it.

The two muscular brothers were however bound by one mutual feeling: both of them were experiencing the most powerful orgasm in their life. Brett’s mind was whirling with feelings of ecstasy as pain and pleasure traveled along his spine to explode inside his brain in a fireworks of bursts of energy. His brother’s body sent urges of need through his own body; urges even his hottest girlfriend had never made him feel. Somehow, he even enjoyed the feeling of having his 241 pound, heavily muscled body feel small next to his 327 pound, beastly brother; feeling weak in the huge man’s powerful grasp. He felt like a ragdoll against the beastly body, but somehow he also felt safe in his brother’s grasp. His mind was at peace with his position as a beta, knowing it was no use to defy the muscle beast his brother had become. His mouth hung open in a silent cry. His hand was still vigorously stroking his rock-hard 8 incher that was now leaking the remains of watery loads from his drained and aching balls.

Jason was also flooded with feelings of pure bliss. His mighty orgasm felt like lightning exploding in every cell of his beastly body. The realization of eclipsing, totally dominating and reducing to an obedient beta his heavily muscled, 241 pound brother gave him more satisfaction than the process of his own growth over the past months. Sure, he had jerked off to his own, ever swelling reflection as he had posed in front of the mirror in his room. Sure, he had creamed himself feeling and exploring his ever hardening muscles. But none of these feelings compared in the least to the feeling of total and undisputed control over another athlete that dwarfed most of the guys in the gym.

“YEAUGHN”, Jason roared deeply as the second wave of his all-consuming orgasm rolled over him. He pulled back his cock slightly and rammed it deep and forcefully inside his brother.

‘Oughpff”, Brett peeped. He stared at his own face in the mirror and his eyes widened as his pecs were shoved against the cum-splattered mirror and he felt his feet being lifted off the ground: he was now completely impaled in his brother’s 14 inch cock. His hand raced back and forth along his shaft, but his completely drained balls refused to spill another drop of cum. The pressure inside him intensified some more as his six-pack bloated further from the never ending blasts of hot liquid the fleshy snake kept spewing inside him.

“FUCK YEAUGHN”, Jason rumbled as he felt his orgasm subside slowly. He reopened his eyes, that had been closed since his orgasm began and stared into the mirror: one third of it was covered in his brother’s spunk. He looked further down and saw the drained look on his brother’s face. Even further down, he noticed his brother’s hand still mechanically stroking his own deflating cock. He also regained control of his senses and felt the heat that had built up in the room and was hit by the strong sent of musk and sex that hung heavily in the air and filled his room. He inhaled deeply to calm his breathing and let his heartbeat slowdown. His uber-athletic body recovered within half a minute. He pumped his cock a final time inside his brother’s ass and withdrew it. His still fully hard 14 incher smacked into the brick-sized abs of his eight-pack, smearing a rope of sticky cum against the corrugated surface in the process.

Brett whimpered as the fleshy snake was pulled away from his worn out ass. He shivered and felt strangely empty after having being impaled on the thick shaft. He felt the thick, hot liquid stream from his ass and slide along the back of his muscular legs. His knees buckled from exhaustion but his brother’s big paws maintained their firm grip on his hips and held him upright.

Jason brought is mouth to his brother’s ear. “I’m so glad yar home, little bro. Can’t think of a better and more fun way to wake up. I even think ya enjoyed this more than me. Didn’t ya, little bro?”, he said.

Brett heard a muttered “yes” escape his mouth and nodded in response.

“I knew it, little bro”, Jason went on, “ya’re still stroking yar cock.”

The remark made Brett look down and indeed, his hand was still stroking his now soft cock. “I…”, he began.

“No need to explain, little bro”, Jason stated, “ya’re not the first to jerk off to my body. And ya won’t be the least. Clean up yar mess and get ready while I grab some breakfast.” He released his brother’s hips, pulled on a pair of boxers and strutted to the door.

“Get… ready…? For what?”, Brett asked while he placed his hands against the mirror to support his worn out body.

“For our workout, off course”, Jason replied, “It’s arm day, little bro. I want to see yar bigger arms in action. And don’t ya want to see my canons pump some iron?” He raised his right arm in a flex, letting his 28.5 inch arm explode into a hard, round orb.

A jolt shot through Brett’s cock at the sight of his brother’s flexed arm. Anticipation filled his mind.

“Clean yar mess from my mirror and put on yar workout gear, little bro”, Jason rumbled and left his brother to get some breakfast.

Half an hour later, Jason and Brett arrived at the gym. Jason looking fresh and energized, Brett still feeling some fatigue after the events in his brother’s room. Jason entered the gym first, strutting over to the desk.

“Yo, big guy”, Sam greeted the biggest member of the gym. “I see you brought your brother”, he added as he noticed Brett. “Geez, you look way bigger than last time too. Must be fun having top genes to build muscle”, he said as he eyed Brett’s frame.

A faint grin formed on Brett’s faced at the remark. He’d always enjoyed getting complimented on his physique. It made him feel a bit like the alpha he once was.

“If ya ladies are done flirting, I would like to train”, Jason stated dryly and strutted past the desk into the locker room.

Jason’s remark shattered the small hint of self-esteem that had formed in Brett’s mind. Brett followed his brother. Both of them pulled off their hoodies. Only then, Brett saw both of them were wearing the exact same outfit: grey sweatpants and a black tank top. His own highlighted his heavily muscled torso while his brother’s seemed painted on his torso: Jason’s wide and heavy pecs spilled from the sides and striations were visible through the overstretched fabric across the slabs of beef on his chest; even the bricks and grooves of his eight-pack were clearly accentuated and rippled with every deep breath.

“Let’s go, little bro”, Jason rumbled and exited the locker room.

Brett found himself once more walking behind his beastly brother. He looked up at the wide, magnificent back covered with bulging mounds of muscle pushing into each other and capped with thick, meaty traps that supported his brother’s bullneck. His gaze travelled down along the insanely broad back to halt on the meaty ass that filled the sweatpants.

Jason entered the weight area and looked around. One lonely, nicely build guy was pumping out reps on a bench. As he sat up, he looked up in Jason’s direction and nodded. Jason returned the salute and recognized the 228 pound, heavyweight wrestler he’d worked out with a few months earlier when he was about the guy’s size. His cock twitched inside his pants thinking of the guy’s hot mouth that had serviced him several times ever since he had totally outgrown him. One time he had even walked in on him and Sam making out in the locker room. Wordlessly, he had simply pulled the guys apart, dropped his pants and forced Sam to watch as he had fucked the wrestler right there. Afterward, he had tossed the guy aside and made Sam suck his still hard dick. Ever since, he had more frequently used the two lovers to satisfy his ever-present needs. “Tell me if ya need a spot, Keith”, he said as he strutted past the bench toward the rack of free weights. “Right, little bro. Let’s warm up first”, he rumbled and grabbed a pair of dumbbells.

Brett stared at his massive brother, cranking out perfect and fast reps with a weight he knew he would struggle with. He followed suit with a pair of much, much lighter dumbbells.

“I used those feathers too. Months ago”, Jason said without taking his eyes from the mirror. After 100 reps, he racked the weights and grabbed the heaviest dumbbells on the rack. “Let’s do this!”, he gnarled at his reflection.

Brett racked his weights too and grabbed the dumbbells his brother had warmed up with. After two reps, he felt his arms starting to shake. After six reps, his biceps felt like they were on fire and he dropped the weights.

“Weakling”, Jason muttered and cranked out another perfect rep. He felt his monster arms pumping up as blood flowed into his beastly biceps. After 12 perfect reps, he gently racked the weight. 30 seconds later, he grabbed the dumbbells again. “Second set, little bro. Come on!”, he commanded.

Brett grabbed a lighter pair of dumbbells than the ones he had just used. On the first rep, his arms shook terribly. He got three reps before his grip faltered and the weights went down.

Jason on the other hand cranked out another 11 perfect reps. “Rack yar weights while I continue”, he barked at his brother.

Brett obeyed his beastly brother’s instruction and sat down on a nearby bench while he watched Jason perform two more sets of bicep curls. Every rep made the veins on his brother’s bicep swell as they feed blood into the orb of muscle.

“Time for some hammer curls”, Jason said as he racked the dumbbells and strutted over to the cable station. He selected the heaviest load and casually cranked out 15 fully controlled reps.

Brett selected 70% of his brother’s load and struggled to complete 6 sloppy reps. He moved aside, his face reed and breathing deeply.

Jason changed the weight and did another perfect series of 15 reps. He looked over at his brother but Brett nodded ‘no’ to make clear he would skip. “Sam, get over here”, Jason bellowed.

Instantly, the 185 pound guy popped up.

“Get on the weight stack. Ya know it’s too light for me”, Jason said.

Brett stared in disbelief as the guy placed his feet atop the weight stack and his brother pumped out 10 more perfect reps. He blinked as he saw the beastly arms pump up bigger and bigger with every rep.

“I know, big guy. I asked the boss the buy heavier stacks, but you’re the only one that complains”, Sam said as he was going up and down on the rhythm of Jason’s reps.

“I know ya do everything to keep me happy, Sam”, Jason growled and completed his fourth set of hammer curls. “Fuck. My biceps feel like they’re gonna bust through my skin”, he added as he dropped the rope. His left paw grabbed his right bicep as he curled his arm, making the orb of muscle swell inside his grip. “Right. Some preacher curls to wrap things up”, he said and strutted over to the preacher bench.

Brett, Sam and even Keith followed the beastly Jason and formed a semicircle around the bench.

Jason looked up and grinned at the three guys standing in front of him. All three of them clearly worked out: looking athletic like Sam over heavily build like Keith to thickly muscled like his brother Brett. He returned his focus on his final exercise. He grabbed the loaded bar and began curling it up and down with perfect control.

Brett stared as the mountains of muscle that were his brother’s biceps swelled into round, vein-choked orbs of hard meat with each curl. He felt his cock harden inside his sweatpants. Sam and Keith had similar reactions down their pants, but were less shy. They moved over to the bench and each of them groped one of Jason’s massive biceps. Their fingers didn’t budge the hot, stony-hard muscle as their hands were too small to span the girth of the orbs.

“FUARK, yeah”, Jason roared as he lowered the bar for the tenth time in his fourth sets. He stood up and threw a devastating double bicep pose. His pumped biceps, swollen with blood from the workout, jumped past the 30 inch mark as they hardened into impossibly large and perfectly round mountains crisscrossed with dark veins that outsized cannonballs. “Man, this pump’s unreal”, he added and hardened his flex some more.

Around him, the three other guys were stroking their cocks through their pants.

“Time for a quick shower”, Jason said and strutted past his admirers.

Ten minutes later, Jason emerged from the locker room after his shower and having Keith suck him off. “Round of shakes, guys?”, he asked as he sat down at the bar next to his brother, “Brett’s buying to celebrate his return home for the summer. Aren’t ya, little bro?”.

Brett nodded, not wanting to stand up to his massive brother. His pumped arms made him look even more intimidating.

Back at home, Brett headed for his room but his brother’s paw grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Not so fast, little bro. We need to talk”, Jason said and guided his smaller brother into his own room. “Drop yar pants”, he ordered as he locked the door.

“What…euh?”, Brett asked.

“DROP ‘EM”, Jason bellowed deeply.

Brett instinctively obeyed the command and swiftly dropped his pants. He shivered as his mind processed several scenarios, but always seemed to return to what had happened earlier that morning. He blinked as he felt a stinging sensation in the left cheek of his ass. “What…”, he began but words froze in his throat as he felt the same sensation in the right cheek of his ass.

“There ya go. Ya can pull ‘em back up, little bro”, Jason said.

Brett quickly pulled up his pants, happy to get off the hook without being fucked once more. He turned around to face his brother and saw him throw an empty syringe on his desk. “What did you just do?”, he asked.

“Ya truly are a dumb fuck, little bro. What do ya think I did? I injected ya with a double dose of roids”, Jason replied, “I want to break the 400 pound mark before the curse runs out. It stated that at the 10th full moon the circle would be round. That gives me another three weeks to put on 80 pounds of muscle. Means I’ll have to roid yar ass to make ya put on around 40 pounds of muscle since the curse is wearing down and my growth based on yours is slowing down. Fortunately, Keith has good connections.”

Brett blinked. “You’re going to make me bigger?”, he asked in disbelief.

“Geez, little bro”, Jason spat back, “YES! But only to make me bigger. I’m not gonna risk my health by pumping roids into my body. But ya already did, so why not take it to the next level? Ya can thank me later for making ya bigger, little bro. The following weeks I’m gonna roid ya up with double doses. Every morning right after I’ll fuck yar ass and before we go to the gym.”

The next three weeks did indeed pass as Jason had told his brother: every morning Jason would pull his 242 pound brother into his room after his parents had left for work, plunge a double dose of roids in to him and then fuck his ass before they headed over to the gym and he put him through a grueling workout.

21 days later, Brett came home to an empty house: his parents had left that morning for their yearly vacation and wouldn’t be home for another month; his brother had left for the gym 10 minutes earlier. Brett had spent the night over at an old buddy from his football team in high school to avoid the daily ass-fuck by his now freakishly big brother. He had waited in his car a few houses down the street from his own until his brother had driven off. He parked his car in the deserted driveway and quickly disappeared inside the house. He knew he had until half the afternoon before his brother would return from the gym after his training, action with Sam and Keith in the locker room and having the two guys buy him dinner. He went upstairs to his room, tossed his phone and sweater on the bed before heading over to his brother’s room. He stopped before the shut door of his brother’s room. In his mind the possibility to go search for answers grew stronger fought with the voice warning him for serious danger if his brother would catch him inside his room. On the other hand, it could well be his only chance to break the curse before it would be complete that night. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. His mouth went dry as he turned the nob and the door opened gently. He quickly entered his brother’s room, getting hit by the manly scent of musk, sweat and cum that hung heavily in the air and closed the door behind him. His gaze scanned the room, stopping briefly at the ropes of cum still sliding down slowly on the mirror toward the puddle formed on the carpet at its base. He turned his attention to the fully stacked book closet and began searching the shelves.

10 minutes later, Brett went through the top shelf and felt frustration well up inside him as he hadn’t found anything. A part of him knew it had been too good to be true. He turned away from the book closet and stepped over to the adjacent desk. He pulled out the drawer on the left, but found nothing. His hand reached for the other drawer and puled. The handle resisted. “Why would you keep this drawer locked, bro?”, he said to himself and pulled with all his might. The lock succumbed quickly to his new strength and the drawer opened with the sound of shattering wood. “Bingo”, he said with a grin as he saw the old book. He grabbed it, shut the drawer again and began going through the book. He didn’t understand a word of the ancient text in Latin. Luckily for him, his brother had noted the translation of most passages in pencil next to the text.

Feed on power… Transfer… fluids = cum… use on Brett…

The last remark made anger well up inside Brett. “So, this is the curse he used on me”, he growled and read on to find a solution. The dust inside the book flew up as he went through it and he sneezed. He pulled out his handkerchief and blew his nose to clear out the dust before putting it back inside his pocket and continuing his discovery of the book.

Curse complete… 10th full moon… Lasting results… Grow huge on Brett’s efforts???

Brett blinked as he read the remark. He shook his head at the proof that his nerdy brother had grown huge at his dispense. He went on and a annotation by his brother on a page a little further caught his attention.

Restore… Healing curse… Take back ill-earned gains… Definitive…

Brett’s mind, way slower than his brother’s, put the pieces together and a smirk formed on his face. “That’s it!”, he said to himself. He quickly read through the translation his brother had made. “I need some of his body fluids… fluids”, he said to himself when the solution popped up in his mind. He returned a few pages and his finger tapped on a comment: fluids = cum. He turned around and looked at the cum-drenched mirror. “Luckily I wasn’t here this morning and he blew his load to his reflection”, he said. He stepped over to the mirror, pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a nice amount of the sticky cum from the mirror.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Brett nearly dropped the book and his handkerchief. He waited a few seconds, but the bell rang again. He quickly put his handkerchief inside the book and went over to his own room. As he entered, his phone rang. “Hello?”, he asked.

“Dude, it’s me, Mike. I’m at your house. Are you in?”

“At my house?”, Brett repeated.

“Yeah. I was around to visit my cousin Keith. Stayed at his place tonight but he’s off to the gym now. So, are you at home?”, Mike said.

“Sure”, Bret replied, “come round the back. Backdoor’s open. I’m in my room. Second door on the left at the top of the stairs.”

“See ya in a sec”, Mike said and ended the call.

At the gym, Sam and Keith were in the locker room waiting for Jason to arrive. The now huge man had texted them to come over and not keep him waiting. They gasped sharply as Jason entered.

Jason ducked and rotated his torso to come sideways through the door. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that now served him as boxers: no regular pair of boxers would fit around his quads anymore. His new body was a breathtaking sight: he could no longer be called huge or beastly, he had evolved into a massive mountain of muscle. Despite the fading power of the curse he had managed to gain another whopping 85 pounds of muscle and had grown 7 extra inches taller: he now stood an towering 7’5 feet tall for a hulking 412 pounds of ripped and striated muscle. The extra height made his insanely, hulkingly muscled body maintain its aestheticly perfect proportions. His calves jutted backward like thick diamonds at the back of his legs; his quads made his kneecaps look comically small and dwarfed the tree in their backyard by the massive size of the wide, deeply grooved, corded muscles that stretched the shorts to the max; his eight-pack was a collection of cobblestone-sized blocks of muscle, separated by canyons and decorated down the center with a dark treasure trail that disappeared down his shorts; the top half of the eight-pack was obscured by the shadow of his monumental pecs; they were an insanely thick, protruding rack of heavy muscle that proudly defied the pull of gravity; each pecs had the size of a watermelon shoved underneath the paper-thin skin; the surface of the extremely wide slabs of concrete-hard beef was crossed with striations and small veins; the pecs protruded so far from his chest that his nipples pointed straight down to the floor and were not visible from the front; the massive mounds rippled with every breath he took; a thick vein snaked at the top of the pecs like a small river and ran further onto his shoulders where it branched off in several smaller veins; the hard line of his shoulders was twice as large than a doorframe and capped with delts the size of basketballs; each separate head of the muscle was visible through the stretched skin pulled tight around the orbs of meat; the wide line was capped with a pair of intimidatingly thick traps that supported his bull-sized neck; his heavily muscled shoulders formed the support of his amazing arms hanging relaxed at his sides; his arms had amassed another 8 inches and now measured 36.5 inches flexed; when flexed his biceps exploded into spheres of rock-hard muscle that dwarfed bowling balls and were choked in a network of crisscrossed veins that fed the mighty muscles; his triceps then hung like vicious horseshoes at the bottom of his arms; they had more mass on their own than most guys entire upper arm; now his arms hung relaxed at his sides, looking like hams ready to burst through the satin-like, paper-thin skin; his forearms were covered with thick cords that ran along their entire length and were thicker than most men’s legs; inside his shorts his now dormant cock had grown to accommodate to his new body: fully hard it stretched to an insanely long 18 inches and its girth outsized most guys’ forearms; even flaccid its size prevented him from wearing boxers.

Sam and Keith gulped as Jason swaggered over towards them and seemed to swell with every step he took. A simultaneous jolt shot through their cocks.

“Ready for some action, runts?”, Jason rumbled in a voice that filled the room like thunder as he stopped a few feet from the two athletes and stared down on them.

Sam and Keith gawked at the protruding rack of heavy muscle, crossed with striations that was at their eyelevel. Even though they saw Jason shirtless and naked every day, they simply couldn’t fathom the unreal size he had grown into. The shadow cast by Jason’s monstrous body put them completely in the dark and the guy was wider than both of them standing next to each other. They looked straight at the insanely deep canyon between the two slabs of pecs. It looked deep enough to conceal an entire hand. Striations rippled against the paper-thin skin as the globes of pecs rose on the rhythm of the muscle freak’s breathing.

“My dumbass brother wasn’t home this morning. Couldn’t fill his ass with my cum. I’m so fucking horny right now”, Jason stated, “Ever since my brother made me huge it feels like there’s pure testosterone coursing through my veins. Fuark.” He looked at his reflection in the large mirror and bounced his chest in an insane display of striations and veins.

Keith’s gaze was drawn downwards by a stirring motion. He blinked in disbelief as he saw Jason’s package beginning to form a larger and larger bulge at the front of his shorts. Within seconds the purple head peeped outside as it pushed the waistband away from the giant’s tight waist.

“Got over here, wimp”, Jason growled at Keith.

Back at home, Brett put the book inside his desk as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound of the opening door made him turn around to face his former team captain. “Mike”, he said with a grin and looked at the athlete standing in the doorway. “You look a bit smaller than I remember”, he added.

“Had an injury. Couldn’t train the last two months”, Mike replied without taking his eyes from his former teammate. “Down to around 238 right now”, he added. “What the fuck have you done to yourself?”, he asked while he scanned how Brett’s heavy torso stretched his shirt to the max.

“I’ve grown a bit”, Brett replied matter-of-factly. He still had to look up at the half-a-foot taller athlete, but there was no doubt about who was the bigger man. Brett pulled off his shirt and heard Mike gasped at the sight of his bare upper body.

Brett was now heavier than he had ever been. He had put on another 42 pounds in just 3 weeks from the massive doses of roids his brother had injected into his ass. He was now weighing an intimidating 284 pounds. Every muscle on his body was unmistakably fuller and larger: his delts had grown into perfectly rounded cannonballs that capped the broad line formed by his wide shoulders; the width of his shoulder girdle made the sides of his prominent delts brush the doorframe as he went through it; his arms had put on another 3.5 inches, making them an impressive 24.5 inches fully flexed; his pecs had amassed more beef and now protruded further from his chest; even his quads were bigger and more muscular. Overall, he looked intimidatingly muscled after his forced cycle. Despite his superior size, it was clear he had been roiding heavily: his head somehow looked a bit too small for his new size; his skin had an oily shine and looked greasy; his back was marred with severe acne; his six-pack was a protruding, bloated muscle-gut and his nipples were swollen. To top things off, his balls seemed a bit smaller and ached when he blew his load.

“How big…”, Mike asked while scanning the heavily muscled body in front of him.

“284 fucking pounds”, Brett interrupted him. He bounced his pecs to emphasize his weight. It had been a long time since he had felt the superior man inside this house. He raised his right arm and flexed it. His bicep exploded into a vein-choked, round orb of hard muscle as his arm reached it’s 24.5 inches.

Mike blinked at the incredible sight.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?”, Brett asked and raised his other arm to complete his double bicep pose.

It took Mike’s mind a few seconds to process to huge guy’s remark as he was still taking in the sight of the devastating double bicep pose.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy? This is what a real man looks like”, Brett stated coldly and threw a most muscular.

Mike instinctively took a step backwards as he thickly muscled torso exploded in a display of hard muscle. He knew he couldn’t let Brett feel any of his doubt. He still had his height advantage and stretched himself to gaze down on the shorter man. “You’re big. But that’s just over-roided muscle full of water. Feel some real strength, freak”, Mike growled and launched himself at his former teammate. In a blink his fist collided with the bloated muscle-gut.

Brett let out a muttered sound of surprise as he felt the fist hit his abs. He barely felt the punches the other athlete launched against his abs. He pulled back his own fist, making his right bicep harden into its 24.5 inches in the process, and threw it against the star quarterback’s tight six-pack.

“Buough”, Mike groaned as the fist collided with his abs and he felt them give in slightly under the violent punch. He didn’t have any time to react as a second punch hit him just as hard in the same spot and brook through his defenses. He folded double from the impact and a third blow made him collapse to the floor.

Brett felt his cock harden inside his pants as he looked down on the beaten jock: he had just taken down the once dominant man on campus with just three blows.

Mike tried catching his breath, his abs sending painful stabs through his body with every breath he took. A hand grabbed his neck and he felt himself being lifted up. His legs fell rubbery and the tight grab on his neck kept him upright as he was forced to look straight into Brett’s eyes.

“I have 45 pounds of mass on you”, Brett said, “And still you’re so dumb to take me on?”.

As Brett spoke, Mike summoned his strength and threw another punch at the huge man’s face.

Brett easily fended off the weak punch and then launched another blow into the six-pack that felt like jelly as his fist busted through it.

“Buoughnf”, Mike grunted as the sledgehammer-like fist sank deep into his stomach.

Brett’s mind was filled with the feeling of finally dominating another man physically. And then, like a dam breaking under pressure, the months of frustration of being the beta next to his freakish brother flooded his mind. His fist began pounding into the battered stomach of the star quarterback.

Mike could only let out incoherent, painfilled sounds as his body took the beating. He didn’t even have any strength left to try and put up a defense: his muscular arms dangled at his sides.

Brett felt all-powerful as he kept slamming his fist into the once dominant athlete on his team. His dick was fully hard, forming a prominent bulge inside his sweatpants. He smacked his fist into the 238 pound man’s face, bruising his eye and then splitting the man’s lip. He felt some blood drip onto his fist and inhaled heavily as he felt the testosterone and adrenaline rush through him. He kept grabbing the star quarterback’s neck with his left paw while his right paw yanked down his own sweatpants and boxers to reveal his rock-hard 8 incher that smacked hard into his bloated roid-gut.

Mike saw the meaty cock through his swollen eye. He knew what was going to happen, but was powerless to resist.

Brett shoved his cock inside the fallen quarterback’s mouth, easily forcing the battered man in place and returned his attention to the book. “Let’s get this over with first. I’ll deal with you later”, he said and pulled his handkerchief from his pants. He opened the book on the right passage and read it out loud: “Let the body of he who’s fluids shall cover this page surrender to this curse. Let it discard its ill-earned mass and return to the way it was!”. He quickly grabbed the hanky and rub it along the page, smearing the liquid onto the book.

In the gym, Jason’s vision went dark for just a split second. He felt a strange wave of weakness go through his body and he stumbled backwards, his wide back colliding against the tilled wall. He raised his right paw to his head, making his insanely large bicep ball up in the process, and closed his eyes. At the same time, his cock sprang to full hardness and ripped away the shorts. The 18 inch anaconda pointed straight at Keith.

Keith took two steps and kneeled before the 412 pound muscle god. He took the thick head and the top of the large shaft inside his mouth. Instantly, Jason began to cum uncontrollably. Keith gulped down one huge blast after the other, feeling the liquid heat slide into his stomach. Somehow the heat seemed to spread inside him.

“He’s… he’s shrinking”, Sam said in disbelief as he saw Jason’s muscles get flatter.

Keith’s mind processed the remark while he gulped down a fifth blast. He looked up and noticed that the shadow cast by the still impressive, yet clearly smaller rack of pecs didn’t obscure most of the diminishing eight-pack anymore. The quads beneath his hands also felt less hard. His stomach was starting to feel bloated as another shot of cum was blasted down his throat. The cock he was sucking didn’t stretch his mouth as much anymore and felt less deep inside his throat.

Jason still had his eyes closed as the powerful orgasm flooded his body.

Sam blinked as the giant was now clearly getting smaller: it seemed like Jason’s muscles were melting away from his body. A tearing sound tore his gaze from the hulking muscle-freak to the wrestler sucking him off. “Dude. You’re getting bigger”, he muttered as he saw Keith’s muscles rip through his tight shirt.

Keith’s mind processed Sam’s remark. He sucked down harder on the diminishing cock that kept spewing load after load of cum into him. A feeling like a good pump now filled every muscle on his body. He felt pain spread through his body as his muscles began reaching their limit. He began feeling sick as his overbloated stomach protested against more forced feeding. He motioned Sam to come over.

Sam immediately got the wrestler’s hint and moved in. The growing wrestler released the still impressive, yet way smaller cock. A blast hit Sam straight in the face as he kneeled down in front of the over a 100 pounds lighter muscle freak. He immediately placed his mouth over the spewing cock and felt the heat spread through his body.

The slowly swelling Keith lay down atop the bench in the locker room as he felt his muscle grow and harden further. He felt his clothes get tighter and tighter.

Sam grabbed hold with all his might of the deflating quads and sucked the shrinking cock relentlessly. He felt the heat fill his body as if he was getting a solid pump from a long workout.

Back at home, a similar darkness overtook Brett’s vision and the next moment his cock began cumming deep inside the quarterback’s throat.

Mike gulped down the sticky spunk and felt the heat spread through his body. It was as if his muscles were regaining their lost strength.

Brett groaned in pleasure as the sucking on his dick got harder.

Unlike Keith, Sam didn’t grow slowly: his body exploded in size as he drank down the energizing cum. His clothes exploded into shreds as his muscles ballooned upward and outward with more mass. He looked up and the once freakishly large Jason was now looking below average.

Jason felt his orgasm ware off and sank down along the wall in darkness.

“Fuck yeah!”, Sam roared as he saw his new physique in the mirror. He had grown from a 185 well-muscled jock into a 335 pound, superheavyweight bodybuilder. Every muscle on his body looked ripped and pumped. His grown cock throbbed and slapped against the center of his eight-pack.

“Looking good, man.”

Sam turned around and saw Keith walking toward him: the guy looked like his exact copy. “Man, we’re the same size”, he said excitedly and flexed and impressive arm that bulged into a hard orb of power.

Keith copied his pose grinningly, revealing an equally impressive bicep. “Fuck me”, Keith whispered as he leaned in and kissed his lover deeply.

A faint grunt made Sam look aside and turn his attention to the shrunken Jason.

Jason blinked as his mind tried to figure out what had happened. The large room looked strangely familiar. Before he could get up, a Greek god hoisted him up. He felt his feet leave the floor as he stared at the heavily-muscled body in front of him.

Sam grinned at the runt in his grasp. The months of abuse he and Keith had had to take from the once beastly Jason popped up in his mind. “Get lost and never bother us again. If you ever set foot back in this gym, I’ll break every bone in your body. Got it, runt?”, he boomed aggressively.

Jason nodded in defeat. He knew he was no match for this muscle beast. “I’ve got nothing to wear”, he peeped in his boyish voice.

Sam dropped the frail runt, strutted over to a locker and ripped off the door. “There, some kid-sized clothes”, he said and tossed them onto the emaciated figure.

Jason got dressed quickly and headed over to the door. He turned around a final time to see the two 335 pound, muscle beasts in action: Keith was lying atop the large bench in the center of the locker room and Sam was fucking him relentlessly while they kept kissing and groping each other’s muscles.

Jason hurried over to his car to get home.

Back at home, Mike gulped down the last blast from Brett’s cock. He felt the energy soaring through his grown body. Somehow, he had gained 72 pounds of muscle.

Brett felt somewhat dizzy as he shoved the quarterback from his cock. A look of terror filled his eyes as the other athlete rose to his full height and he assessed the guy’s new size. “How…”, he muttered in choc.

“Don’t know. And don’t care”, Mike boomed in response. “Oh and I owe ya this”, he added and smacked his fist into the 100 pound lighter guy’s abs.

Brett crashed backwards to the floor as the 310 pound quarterback’s fist smacked into his six-pack and busted right through it.

“See ya around, little guy. Can’t wait to see what this body can do in the gym”, Mike rumbled and strutted away from the room.

10 minutes later, Jason arrived home and stormed into his room. He went through his desk frantically to get the book and see what had gone wrong. He froze when a strong hand landed atop his bony shoulder.

“A word, little bro?”.

Jason shivered as he recognized his brother’s voice and turned around slowly. He gulped as he stood before the 212 pound, muscular jock. His own meager, 155 pound body was obscured by his brother’s frame.

“Guess you’re only technically the bigger brother again”, Brett said as he grinned down smugly into his weak brother’s eyes, “Time for some payback, LITTLE BRO”.

Jason saw his brother smacked his right fist into his left paw and shuddered, realizing that the bill for his months of dominating his brother was going to be heavy…

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