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Johnathan's mind couldn't clear up, the only thought in his head being a huge bodybuilder version of himself with a giant member. He knew he shouldn't have eaten that weed brownie his friend gave him but it was too late.

He closed his eyes as his breathing became heavy, feeling the giant bodybuilder version of himself thrust into him, spreading his fat flabby cheeks as his fat python slithered its way in.

With each thrust he could feel his own member harden more, lengthening to a point it never had before- not stopping when he thought it would.

Longer.

His mirror whispered in his ear, it was a deeper voice but it was still recognizable as him. He felt himself shiver as his ghost became more aggresive, his member reaching nearly ten inches long.

Stronger.

Facing his clone in bed, he couldnt help but moan as he felt himself balloon with muscle as his fat melted away. Giving way to a tight muscular frame, his abs chiseling themselves.

Taller.

His newly minted legs grew longer, his ghost still plowing him. It felt so incredibly good.

As his climaxed, so did he. Finishing touches made their way across his body as he expelled his old self from it. His face reconstructing to become much more handsome and his voice dropping a few octaves as the apparition faded into him. He took his large hands and caressed his new body as he fell alseep, clean up would have to wait til the morning.

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Follow the Instructions

/hello! Hope you enjoy this one, im gonna start tagging ai as #ai tf so if you dont want to see any ai images in your tfs you can block that tag. Ill also be putting a disclaimer at the top of each post that has ai.

/contains ai images & video

/includes; muscle growth, suggestion tf, straight to gay tf

"Yeah, Im feeling fine!"

Jason was tired of how weak and scrawny his best friend Max stayed throughout their time in high school and now, college. So he had given Max a new black market roid that promised to "make him a bro." He crushed up a few of the pills without looking at the instructions and baked it into a cookie he gave Max.

Jason wasn't so bad himself, 6'4" and muscular, with a charming face. Little did he know that his height that he had since he was a sophmore in highschool would be changing.

Jason stared at Max as his skin started to ripple and shift.

"Are you sure?"

"Never better, bro."

Max ripped his shirt off as his muscles swelled. A deep canyon of rippling abs leading up to two giant slabs of muscle. He flexed and stretched as his biceps filled out.

"Sorry, im feeling a little hot." Max said non chalantly. His muscles continued to grow as he flexed them.

"Oh my god it worked"

"What worked?"

"Oh nothing, dont worry about it."

"Ok brah"

Their surrounds changed from school as it turned into a living room, a living room Jason had been in so many times before, Max's living room. All of a sudden, Jason felt a pull towards Max. He couldn't stop looking at him, like literally. He traced Max's outline as each muscle became more prominent. He stared at the giant as he grew taller and taller, but something wasn't right. It was like everything around Jason was getting taller too.

Unfortunately, Jason hadn't looked into how the roid actually worked. On the back of the small blue box, it read ;

Are you tired of being weak and nerdy? We got you covered. We believe the human mind is a powerful tool, and our Bro Pill helps you to use it to your full potential! Not only does it shift your mindset to be more focused on sports and the bros, but it also changes various other aspects of your life in order to fit your new you! We recommend taking one pill weekly until desired affects.

WARNING: taking more than one pill a week may intensify the effect you have on other people

Jason panicked as he felt himself losing muscle and height. His features softened as he turned from a rugged man into a young 20 something twink. It looks like the god of Jason's creation has type cast him as his twinky boyfriend. Making Max a jock apparently didn't override his sexuality.

"What are you doing to me?"

His voice was still deep, too deep for someone like him.

"Make that voice a little higher, and can you please quit being so worried brah? Be like me, stop thinkin as much little guy huhuhu."

A wave of relief came over Jason as he collapsed onto the couch. His body continued to shrink as he lost his height, becoming about 5'6" compared to Max's new 6'8". His musculature toned down more, not as defined anymore.

"Whatever you say babe" Jason giggled, his voice much higher and more flamboyant.

"Thats my pretty boy." Conversely, Max's voice became much deeper and demanding. Jason felt himself starting to get hornier.

"I'm so happy i couldfind you. Your ass was like made for my dick huhuhu" Max said as he spread his legs wide as his pouch grew bigger. He had one more explosive growth as his shoulder broadened and his pecs filled out more. Jason shifted in his seat as his ass grew more plump and muscular.

"What do you mean?" Jason feigned innocence, turning the ditziness all the way up.

"Come here and I'll show you, slut."

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Careful Where You Point

/muscle growth, nerd to jock

Luke and Christian had decided to walk around campus by themselves to relieve some of the stress of finals coming up when Luke found a camera on the ground. He decided to photo bomb it before turning it in. As he took a picture of Christian, he realized that christian looked different, had Chris been working out or something? He swore his shoulders were a little broader, maybe it was the lighting.

Luke circled Chris as with each snap. Chris became exponentially more attractive, muscles blossomed as he became taller and taller, his face becoming more like a model. After a few pics, chris had lost his jeans, becoming a tight pair of shorts that struggled to contain his huge muscular ass and huge thighs. His shirt also completely disappearing, making way for his new taut incredibly muscular physique.

"What'd you do man, i feel all fuzzy and i can't think."

He said, his voice 2 times deeper. Luke looked up from the camera and realized how hard he was.

"U-uh I don't know."

Chris grabbed the camera as he pointed it at Luke.

As he took pictures, Luke's body lost all of its fat, replaced with muscle. Although not nearly as big as Chris. His body now more a toned swimmers build than anything. Luke caressed his abs as he felt Chris taking more and more pictures. His face chisled itself as he grew taller. Chris zoomed in to Luke's crotch area as he spammed a ton of photos. As he did he could see his pouch become bigger and bigger.

"Fuck bro, this thing thinks you got a huge dick lmao."

Luke put his hand on top of the camera and pushe dit down slightly, making chris look at him in his new beautiful dazzling brown eyes.

"You wanna test it out big guy?" The smaller whispered sensually in a slightly deeper voice, his member fully at attention.

Chris started to breath heavily as he traced the twinks huge 13 inch girthy hardon.

"Don't have to ask me twice."

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Flamer Premium

/muscle growth, bottom to top, suggestion, jockification

Lee never understood why he couldn't get matches on Flamer, he was cute enough, skinny, short, an okay ass, he didn't get it. He stared at his giant brown eyes on his profile as a banner ad came up.

Upgrade to Flamer Premium to find more matches! Starting as cheap as 20 dollars per week. We guarantee that you'll find a perfect match.

"Fuck it, what could I lose?" He thought as he payed for the subscription. As soon as he did his phone completely blew up with likes from people, it was instantaneous. Maybe he just payed for a bunch of bots.

As he scrolled through them as one caught his eye,

Jack 24

Cute, a little skinny but toned, handsome.

As he scrolled through his profile it said that he was a botony major, cute! He thought why not and swiped right.

It's a match!

"Sup cutie, didn't think you'd swipe right on me haha"

"Hey :) Why wouldn't I?"

"You're just way out of my league haha"

Lee was confused, if anything Jack was the one that was out of his league.

"Care to explain?"

"Well for starters, your height. I didn't know if youd be into someone that's a foot shorter than you"

Lee checked Jack's height, 5'5. He scoffed, they were the exact same height.

"Its hard to find someone taller than 6'6 lol, im not too picky. Plus, i love a height difference <3

"Do you like a size difference too? Your muscles are so sculpted, do you go to the gym like everyday?"

Okay he had to be joking now, sure he had been blessed with height but he always struggled with putting on any muscle.

"Pretty much haha, about 5 days a week, i force myself to take a break on the weekends."

"It shows, hey I know its Saturday but how bout you come over and workout with me stud? But that thing is hugeeeeeeeeeee"

Lee brushed his hand down his abs and started to massage himself. His member was only about 3 inches hard and he was a little self concious about it.

"Wanna find out first hand?"

He sent a picture of himself flexing, this usually set these twinks off. It'd be no time until his little 15 inch soda can thick python would come out of its cage.

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Need a perfect Dad in my life to turn me to his perfect Son...

Me and my buddy get along well but I don’t have a father and for some reason I feel like I look up to him. He’s a brunette hockey player who really cares about his body and tracks all of his cals. Any way you could spike one of his beers and give me the best exjock dad ever?

“Let’s go!” Your bro throws down his game controller and looks over at you. His confident smile adorning his handsome, angular face, “I used that same move on the ice the other day.” His clear excitement is infectious and you can’t help but smile.

It was another one of your usual game nights with your bro. The two of you sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, playing some hockey videogame. And even though he always seemed to win, you just enjoy the moment. Your friendship started out when you were younger- the two of you meeting in grade school. And as the years went on, you grew closer. You’d go to his hockey games and cheer him on. He’d fill in as that male role model you needed. When you went to college, he’d continue playing hockey, while you focused on your studies. But you continued to enjoy each other’s company. But this was your last year, and he planned to move across the country. The very thought was painful. Losing him would be tough.

“Hey, you good?” He asks, “I told you I wasn’t going easy.”

You smile, “I was wondering,” You begin, “I know you don’t like beer...”

“Gotta keep these toned.” He says, running a hand down his exposed abs.

“But it’s bro night.” You continue, “I got some special beers for us.”

He seems to consider the offer. Part of him looking a bit apprehensive. After all, he spent much of his time focusing on maintaining his body. His lean muscles and thicc hockey butt were all products of his careful diet and dedicated workouts. But he could tell it would mean a lot to you. He nods slowly.

“One won’t hurt.” He says with a grin, “Cheers to another game night.”

Part of you feels relieved. Another part of you feels somewhat apprehensive. If the man you bought this beer from was telling you the truth... well, you didn’t know what to think. It was probably some prank anyway, and you probably wasted the money. You hand him a solo cup with the beer in it.

“To bro night.” He smiles and takes a sip of the beer, “You know, I’m gonna miss this.” You feel a pang of sadness in your chest, “But we’ll always be bros.”

You nod, taking in his words. Feeling a sense of impending loss. Wishing you could just enjoy these moments forever.

“I’m gonna miss this too... dad.”

He looks over at you and raises an eyebrow, “What did you just call me?” He chuckles.

And you can see it. A few hairs starting to emerge from his once clean-shaven face. A few greys appearing in his brunette locks. Was it true? Was this stuff really going to do what the man said it would?

“Nothing, dad.”

And as the words leave your lips, your buddy groans. His youthful skin starts to lose its glow. A few wrinkles appear on his forehead. And the hair on his face sprouts into a full beard. His hands rush to scratch his new facial hair and his eyes widen.

“Bro, what the hell...” He whispers, “Something’s wrong...”

“What do you mean, dad?”

You watch as his brunette locks begin to recede and his tan vanishes. All the while, small, itchy hairs start to sprout from your buddy’s chest and abs. At this point, he stands up and runs his hands down his new body hair. There’s a look of disgust and confusion on his face, and you can’t help but feel bad for him. After all, he did pride his clean-shaven look.

“You keep calling me dad.” He says, staring at you, “And now...” He catches a glimpse of his receding hairline and aged skin in the mirror, “Bro, please. Whatever you’re doing, you gotta fuckin’ stop.”

You could tell he was getting angry. But you were still marveling over the effects of this drink. You couldn’t believe it was actually working.

“Bro, are you even listening to me?” He says, “Please! You can’t...”

“Sorry dad.” You reply, putting even more emphasis on “dad.”

The effects are more dramatic. Your buddy lets out a pained moan and falls to his knees, gripping his abs. You can see tears fall from his eyes as he realizes his firm abs are feeling softer. And in only a few moments, his abs are covered by a thick layer of fat. And another. And another. And although your buddy is too busy squeezing his new flabby stomach, you can see his pecs fill with fat and sag, resting atop his new gut.

“This can’t be...” He winces at his new, gravelly voice, “Oh god, I sound so old.” He looks up at you, tears still staining his eyes, “Dude, come on... please... I can’t be this.”

A part of you feels bad, even guilty. Your friend’s anger replaced by fear. His confidence shattered. His toned physique truly replaced by that of a middle-aged dad. Part of you wants to reverse this. But you don’t even know how.

“I...” You bite your lip, “Look, I don’t even know if I can undo this, dad.”

Your buddy shuts his eyes and shakes as the short hairs erupt into longer follicles. You watch as a forest of hairs emerge from under his shorts and travel down his legs. His new gut and soft chest are covered in a forest of gray and dark hairs. And you realize now there’s nothing left of your old buddy, at least physically. His receding hairline, gray hairs, gut, and hirsute form all scream middle-aged dad. He slowly stands up, wincing at a pain in his lower back and knees, as he becomes more familiar with his new age.

“Dude...” He whispers, “What did you do?” You can hear the anger return to his voice.

“I didn’t want to lose you, bro.” You say, “And I’ve always looked up to you. And truthfully, I’ve always wanted a dad and the beer promised it could do that. Just as long as I called whoever drank it dad.” Your friend looks shocked and picks up the solo cup.

“Good one dude.” He laughs, “Okay, okay you got me. Maybe if I drink the beer and you call me bro or something, I can return to normal.” He says hopefully, “I promise we can forget all about this.” The desperation starts to creep back into his voice, “Just... please I don’t want this.” He begs.

You’re not a bad person. You even feel a bit guilty. And part of you even wants to do as he suggests. But another thought enters your head. Would he be able to forget all about this? Would he forgive you? You bite your lip and sigh.

“I’m sorry,” You can see his eyes widen in terror, “Dad.”

He drops the beer in his hand, causing the beer inside to spray everywhere. His eyes glaze over and his jaw goes slack. A part of you worries for a moment, but slowly he smiles. There’s no evidence of concern on his face.

“Ah sorry, I spaced out there for a second.” He chuckles, “Looks like I made a mess.” He goes to bend over to pick up the cup, but winces, “Damn back’s been acting up.”

“Don’t worry dad.” You say as he sits back down on the couch, “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good, I’m good.” He reassures, “Come on, we have to finish our game.” He says with a grin, grabbing the game controller, “You know, I was quite the hockey player back in my day. Well before this.” He chuckles, patting his beer gut.

“I know.” You reply, sitting next to him, “You tell me all the time.” The two of you start to play, and you immediately notice his videogame skills are not where they used to be. But you’re enjoying this moment- going on as if nothing changed.

“Look at that!” He cheers when he scores a goal, “I told you not to take it easy on me, son.”

You go to reply but you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You quickly shake your head and return to the game. And only a few minutes later, he scores another goal.

“You doing okay there, son?” He asks.

And again, you feel a warmth coarse through your body. You look down at the controller and can’t help but notice that your forearms look a bit thicker- your hands meatier. You shake your head and look up at your dad.

“Uh, I’m good dad.” Your voice even sounds deeper- somewhat dumb too, “I-I gotta go to my room.”

You stumble towards your room, feeling somewhat off balance. Entering your room, you’re immediately hit by the smell of intense BO. The same way your bro would smell after a hockey game. There’s gear on your bed and random posters of hockey players on your walls. You barely have time to comprehend what’s going on, when you hear your dad’s voice.

“Hey son, are you okay?”

You groan as your muscles begin to contract violently and your shirt tears from your growing musculature. You can see yourself in the mirror- abs, thicc ass, and lean muscles- the body of a hockey player. And you realize that you’re becoming your dad’s ideal son. Somehow, the beer that splashed on you had the same effects as drinking it.

“Wait dad!” You call out, wincing at the oafish jock-like tone that saturates your words, “Please...!”

“Son?” He asks opening the door.

And your eyes glaze over. Your jaw goes slack. And you feel your mind warping and changing. Any memories you had of your old life or self are being forced into the very back of your mind- all to make room for your new existence as a smelly, ripped, hockey jock. Your dad’s perfect son.

“God it reeks in here.” Your dad laughs, patting you on the back, “Must be workin’ hard out there.”

“You fuckin’ know it.” You reply, eyes dull, “It’s gonna be a good game tomorrow, pops.”

“You learned from the best, champ.” He smiles, “Now come on, we got a game to finish.” You smile, “I want to show you one of my favorite moves. Worked every time. Maybe you can try it out on the ice tomorrow.”

“For sure, pops.”

You follow your dad back to the couch. The two of you playing videogames late into the night, filling the air with boisterous cheers as you played. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad. And he couldn’t have asked for a better son.

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An Unexpected Birthday Gift

I never expected the solar eclipse to be the greatest birthday present! See, this year, the solar eclipse fell on my birthday, and usually, I’d spend it alone at home. As a wimpy, nerdy 18 year old, I never had many friends and rarely went out either thanks to my health issues. But little did I know, everything was going to change that fateful day.

Apparently, it was huge news. Everyone who had even glances at the solar eclipse somehow swapped into another body. I had been looking out at it from the window of my room when I suddenly felt like I’d been yanked back. One second i was in my room, the next, I was in an unfamiliar area. I could hear the sounds of cars from the street, and as I scanned my surroundings, I realised I was in a gym. A rather fancy one, too. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the jacked stud staring back at me in the mirror. It took a while for the initial shock to wear off. That first few days was absolute chaos in the country and world.

I, for one, was thrilled with how things turned out. After I’d managed to orient myself and rent a hotel room for a few nights (thanks to the huge savings in my new account) while I sorted myself out.

I couldn’t stop flexing my arms and thighs. You should see the size of them. They’re like tree trunks! I couldn’t stop snapping photos of myself through the day, flashing a smile to the mirror as I admired my new, albeit stolen body. Can you blame me? Just look at that chiseled jawline and that six pack! I quickly figured out that I’d swapped bodies with a local jock named Carter. Apparently, he’d won the lottery in life. Hot body, stunning girlfriend, a trust fund to make sure he was set for life.

The grin that broke across my face when I saw his bulge was unmatched. Even through the briefs, the hefty outline of his girthy cock could be seen pressing out against the cloth prison, straining to break free. Who was I to deny it? That entire day was spent in my room, jerking off time and time again until his…or should I say, *my* girlfriend came over. Of course, she noticed something was up.

“You feeling alright Carter?” She asked. With a cocky smirk, I replied.

“Never been better.”

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Roommate Replaced

“No, NO, wait wa- UUUGGGH!!!” With a scrunched face Marcus finally exploded all over himself. The orgasm was absolutely mind-blowing, quite literally as his very soul began to float up above his stunned and exhausted body.

However, just as he had realized moments before he came, with no vessel or container to keep him there, to anchor him to this earthly realm, he yelled in panic as his ethereal self kept floating higher and higher up. Trying to claw himself back into his own body proved to be futile, and soon… he was gone forever.

Meanwhile, David, Marcus’ roommate had watched on in shock at the entire spectacle. His nerdy but cute roommate had not only taught him how to eject one’s soul out by brewing and drinking a special kind of herbal tea while experiencing an orgasm, but had also proposed for them to test it out together. A test which obviously ended in complete failure, as David was left with his roommate’s practically comatose body. The cute and sexy body he had lusted after since the first day he moved in…

Suffice to say, the shock on his face immediately turned into a devious smile. David didn’t dislike his own average body per se, but he had always adored the way Marcus looked - nerdy, scruffy, cute, and oh so sexy. Maybe it was just him, but this body had always been the most erotic thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon. A body he would soon call his own, possibly for good…

With his mind made up, he quickly laid on the bed next to Marcus�� body, easily flipped the flopping body on top of himself, and held it in place. Realizing now that he was face to face to the crush of his dreams, feeling the hot breath against his face, smelling the sensual musk mesmerizing him, and being coated with Marcus’ sweat and cum, he immediately found himself harder than ever before.

With one hand holding the head and disheveled hair of his roommate, he mashed their mouths together and pushed his tongue deep inside for a thorough taste of his future self’s amazing saliva. The other hand quickly found itself gripping his own stone-hard member and adjusting it against his roommate’s shrinking but still very large member. It quickly turned into an amazing frotting session, even more so from using Marcus’ cum from earlier incident as lubricant.

It didn’t take long for David to finally gasp out of pure pleasure, exploding all over the gap between his own flesh and his roommate’s. Immediately he felt the same tugging and sucking feeling Marcus must have felt earlier, as if his very own body was flushing him out and vacating the premise. Anxiety washed over him for a very brief second, before he felt his emerging ethereal form immediately push against another hot flesh and bond with it. Knowing it was working, relief and ecstasy washed over him as he decided to simply enjoy the process. His head was the last to leave his former shell, leaving behind an ecstatic lustful grin, as the last of David phased into his roommate’s face. A few suddenly jolts and spasms passed through Marcus’ still unconscious body, as David’s ethereal form, core, and essence finally merged and bonded with Marcus’ fleshy frame.

With a gasp he awoke, pushed himself off his newly comatose roommate, before laying on the bed in contentment. Contentment which soon turned into unbridled pleasure of his new body. Thankfully for him, the tea’s effect had finally worn off, letting him enjoy his new permanent self unrelentingly. It had finally been done and David no longer existed. Only “Marcus” with his nerdy, cute face and incredibly sexy body.

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I love gooners !!!

D1 Gooner

(before)

Eric was sitting on the sidelines as halftime was quickly approaching. Twiddling his thumbs for almost every game was not exactly what he had in mind when he got his scholarship on account of his football prowess, yet here he was. His coach came up to him and patted him on the shoulder and said “We are gonna stick you in for the last few minutes of the quarter” nervous but excited, Eric stood up ready to be swapped in.

Eric ran in and took up his temporary position as a linebacker, as the game commenced again Eric quickly found himself sprinting with the ball in hand. Hearing the footsteps behind him approaching with an intimidating haste Eric broke into an even faster sprint when he felt two hands latch onto him from behind as he was tackled to the floor by the biggest guy on the opposing team. Dazed, Eric looked up at the guy who had just taken him down. The big brute was coated in sweat and smelled horrible but what drew Eric’s attention was the fact that his eyes were crossed and he was drooling like a dog. Eric opened his mouth as the shock receded and the pain set in and as soon as he did he felt as the huge beast atop him dribbled his saliva into Eric’s mouth. Closing his mouth out of disgust, one of the opposing teams players ran over and said to the tackler “Yo bro get off of him ya big oaf!”, and at the command of the smaller player the huge dude got off of Eric.

Eric got escorted off the field, being that he had all the wind knocked out of him and was having a hard time breathing. While sitting back on the sidelines and trying to catch his breath he was watching his teammates and suddenly popped a hard-on, “Weird…” Eric thought to himself, he wasn't looking at any hot babes so he was a little confused as to why he was hard. He chalked it up to adrenaline and just tried to ignore it but as he began to feel more and more pressure building beneath his jockstrap he limped up to his coach and with staggered breathing told him he was going to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom he rushed into the biggest stall and sat down on the toilet, unlacing and pulling down his pants to reveal his slightly yellowing jock. Ripping that off too revealed his dick, hard as steel and built like two Coke cans stacked on top of each other. Eric was absolutely shocked, he had never been this big before in the past 20 years of his life, he reached down and grabbed it and it felt like he just had gotten a static shock to his head as soon as he wrapped his hand around the base. Furrowing his brows and ignoring the feeling that just shot through his head he began moving his hand up and down. It felt like static shock after static shock had gone through his brain with every stroke and his body suddenly after just a few strokes felt like it was on fire. He started profusely sweating and panting as his body tried to naturally cool itself off, when that didn’t work Eric stripped down to nothing. In the span of just a few minutes he had gone from fully clothed and with a good head on his shoulders to butt-ass naked and dazed. After completely shedding his clothes and pads, he again encased his cock in his meaty hand and resumed stroking. With every stroke he felt as if his thoughts were getting lighter and lighter, which they were. He realized as he was stroking that he was no longer thinking about bimbos and boobies, he was thinking about fucking his seed into a boyish twink with a soft, plump ass. Every time Eric pumped his dick his brain transformed into something more akin to airy cotton candy, sweet, light, and soft. Incapable of holding anything heavy or dense such as thoughts about what was happening to him. He knew something was wrong but it felt too good to question it and by the time a rational person would have at least tried to resist, it was too late for the horny college boy. Feeling his heavy balls preparing to shoot out a huge load of cum, an unfamiliar voice in his himbo-fied cotton candy brain told him “Stop.” and as if he had no free will, his hand immediately let go of his dick. Again he heard the voice utter the word “Edge”, and his hand took position again on his thick member as his strokes began again but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to cum, even when his brain was flooded with nothing but bouncy boy butts. After a minute or two the voice came back, “Goon”, Eric’s eyes immediately went cross eyed and his tongue rolled out of his mouth as an idiot look took over his handsome face. For minutes Eric fist fucked himself, pumping his cock over and over again, until suddenly and without warning he heard the go ahead from the mysterious voice, “Cum”.

Eric painted the stall white with his cum, his brain had been zapped away for good and all he could think about was edging himself until he heard the voice again. In a state of pure bliss and stupidity Eric lifted up his arm and flexed it as he began to drool off of his now perpetually open mouth.

(after)

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All It Takes is One Thought

The only thing Sean could think about was Jason. Jason and his stupid growth spurt. He knew that he was going to be late bloomer, but this drastic of a change at the age of 20 was unheard of.

Frusturated he thought about Jason and his perfect tits, bouncable ass, lickable armpits, and kissable lips. What made Sean even more frusturated is that he's never felt this way about another man before, he was confused between wanting to be him and wanting to be fucked by him.

As his hand slid into his pants he collapsed onto his bed, thoughts of Jason completely taking over.

As his weak measly dick rose to life, he continued to play with it until he had to take off his pants. As his dick touched the cold air it started to pulsate harder than it ever has.

Sean closed his eyes and arched his extending neck back as a wave of pleasure came over him on every consequent stroke. He could imagine himself looking up at Jason with his huge rod barely coming close to fitting in his mouth.

But as he kept thinking, another path unlocked. One where he was the one looking down at Jason. He imagined how Jason would unbuckle his pants and drag them down, how his lips would wrap so perfectly around his own dick.

He felt the distance between him and Jason growing as his torso elongated, his legs did the same as he had to spread them further. After he had been given the best blowjob of his life he eould be on top of Jason, sean's now huge veiny foot long cock wedged in between Jason's gigantic globes. As he put it in he went slow, he was a gentle lover after all.

But with each pump he got more aggresive, he could feel his core strengthening as his abs hardened and defined. As his arms inflated like a balloon he would be able to easily pick Jason up as he ragdolled on his dick for hours. An extra impressive feat since Jason was still 300 pounds of pure bodybuilding muscle.

As Sean came time and time again in his imagination, he had also done so in real life. With his torso and sheets absolutely drenched and dripping in cum, he called Jason. Why was he imagining when he could habe the real thing?

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She wished to be the person of his dreams, too bad she didnt specify what type of person. She became Xavier, his gym partner and sexy hung twunky boyfriend.

"Hey babe, can't wait to see you tonight"

Xavier texted his new boyfriend with a picture attached

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Still one of my favorite requests haha!

He had been put into the weight lifting class by complete error but it was too late to change his classes now.

Cadence is a senior in highschool, all throughout his highschool career he has been bullied by everyone. Most freshman seem to be bigger than him.

He was dreading this class, he knew that as the runt of the school he would be made fun of.

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Walking into the locker room the foul stench of musk smacked him in all of his senses. He saw Kyle, someone who used to be his friend but slowly over the years grew to resent Cadence.

It didn't help that cadence had a huge crush on Kyle. Kyle has become somewhat of a spectacle himself. He used to be the fat joker kid but sophmore year he lost a bunch of weight and puberty went into overdrive. He nearly grew 2 feet, towering over everyone at 6'8". And his height wasent the only thing that was big about him.

Kyle gave a fake smile to cadence and looked away. Candence realized his assigned locker was right next to Kyle's.

Fuck

He muttered underneath his breath.

---

As the semester went by he felt worse. His suspicions had been correct. Not only was he the runt, he was the joke of the class. No one wanted to partner with some who couldn't even lift 50 pounds.

Walking into class he felt eyes on him, he had gotten used to that musky smell. He actually grew to like it.

Kyle was at his locker, seems like he had also jsut gotten there since he was fidgeting with his lock.

Cadence had opened his locker and taken of his shirt.

*whistle* "Damn Caden, you've been making good progress"

Kyle said staring at cadence's skinny body.

"Kyle, can you please not make fun of me, I know everyone else does but I didnt expect you to stoop this low."

"No like genuinely, you're lookin jacked bro!"

Jacked?, Bro?

The words spiraled in cadence's mind. This didn't sound like bullying, it's like he's talking to his friend. But he hadn't put on any weight, he know- well. Maybe he did put on a couple pounds of muscle, but he wouldn't say he was jacked.

Caden looked into the mirror and saw himself, no longer looking like a stick. He was cleanly toned, but still ugly and short. His shoulders still narrow.

He saw Kyle grab his shoulders and start massaging. His hands cold to the touch, his hands felt like bear hands compared to his puny shoulders.

"Look at thess giant shoulders you got man. You're like a shelf!"

Damn he really had been making progress, he flexed his arms as two peaks rose.

"And these guns, how come you don't got a girl?"

Kyle went to massaging his arms. He hadn't noticed but he had started tenting in his shorts. His arms grew longer and more defined as Kyle kept massaging.

"Not to mention these trunks of yours man."

Kyle started to massage his legs, squatting down right next to cadence's throbbing prick. His legs got longer to become more proportionate with his arms.

"Your torso too, how the hell did you grow so much dude are you on something?"

Caden laughed, of course he wasent on anything, he'd just always been good at fitness and keeping himself lean and muscular. Caden started feeling up his own muscular torso as he felt crevices he's never felt before.

"Also bro, no homo but you're looking handsome as fuck"

Caden's heart was beating 1000000 miles an hour, did Kyle just call him handsome? He was known around the school for his dashing good looks, but even Kyle felt that way? He took a vascular hand and caressed his defined jawline as he continued to look at himself.

"Its like you've become a completely different person, your cocky attitude and how you dominate over everyone. You get everything you want and everyone falls into line. You always walk around with your huge package on display in the locker room cause you know you're the shit.

Caden knew Kyle was right. He was the shit and everyone knew it too. Caden felt his snake slither down the side of his leg, still erect.

Caden grabbed Kyle's hand that was still touching g and caressing his body.

"What made you think you could touch me?"

Caden said in a cocky, deep voice.

Kyle gulped, he knew he was in for a beating. He stood up fully, still looking up at the giant man in front of him.

"Come over here and show big C some love."

Caden dropped his shorts and underwear as his massive member flopped out. Everyone stared in lust and also jealousy of kyle.

"Y-yes master"

Photo submission by @needofcuddles

[needofcuddles]

If only all dreams come true...

Backed into a corner he had nowhere else to go. Mason was trapped inbetween the tiled wall of the locker room, and two giant burly jocks.

"You think you can run from us mason?"

One said groping his bulge.

It all happened in a blur. One second he was being grabbed by the hair, the other moment the jocks were piping both ends of him aggressively.

---

He woke up wet and sweaty. Was it just a dream? He slowly stumbled to the bathroom, feeling sore and tired.

Staring into the mirror he saw his weedy body, thin and short. He pretended to flex his non existant muscles. If only he was like those jocks in his dream.

Recollecting his dreams, he tried to remember what those jocks were like. A foot taller than him, hung, handsome, sexy. All things he wished to be.

As he flexed his boney arms they slowly started to fill, becoming larger and larger. His back popped several times as he grew taller.

The jocks- er his friends had huge tits.

He started to grope his chest, his nipples sensitive as his pecs ballooned out into large slabs of meat. He trailed down his abdomen as he felt the deep crevice of his abs form, a small bit of hair sprinkled in fo form a happy trail.

He stared at his face as his jawline got sharper and more angular. It rearranged itself becoming model like.

He stepped into the shower fully clothed, for some reason he felt super pent up, like he had just gone through puberty.

He let the shower trickle down as he whipped out his member which was straining against his Jeans. As he massaged the sausage it got longer and longer, thicker and thicker.

Compared to his hot friends, he was the biggest by far.

His legs started to fill out as he remembered his intense fucking sessions with his friends. He was so strong that he could hold them up while thrusting. His giant feet planting him firmly.

His now large and vascular hands became calloused from working out, but still soft.

He finally finished on the wall of the shower, load after load thinking about his tight friends.

He took out his phone and sent a photo to the group chat.

"Whoever wants to be piped better be here at 2pm sharp or else you're not getting in."

He loved being controlling and dominating them.

[needofcuddles]

New Admissions to MPU

Avon recently got an email saying that he got into his dream college, Mutatio Polytechnic University, otherwise known as MPU. However a strange thing about it was that the email stated he got in on a soccer scholarship, the weird thing is he never even played soccer. Hell, he wasn't even physically fit at all. In fact he'd been bullied for being overweight and sluggish in school. Although he did always dream of being a soccer star.

Avon reached out to the admissions team to ask if he was the right person, but they insisted on it. He decided that it wasent meant getting bent out of shape for so he decided to go to bed. He still had two months of highschool left, and he wasent gonna fail because his mind was preoccupied by what was after it.

Waking up the next day he felt more energized, confident, sexy even. Getting ready for the day he found himself staring in the mirror, had his face gotten... Smoother? Surely it was just his mind playing tricks on him, maybe the boot of confidence was making his perception skewed. Avon finished getting ready and got onto the crowded bus, multiple people hopped at the opportunity for him to sit next to them. He ended up finding an empty seat in the back and sitting alone, however the people around acted as if they were friends since they were little. Maybe they were?

...

A week passed since the email, everyday it feels as if hes woken up mor confident with a clearer mind. It was now Monday, and boy was he excited. Getting up the floorboards creaked as his vascular size 12 feet stomped on the ground. He ran his now large hands through his silky hair as he checked himself out in the bathroom. His frame had gone from obese to lean in the matter of days, however everyone seemed to ignore it as if it was normal. His stature had gone from 5'2 to 6'0. His skin cleared and he was now handsome enough to be a model. He felt the changes, however it felt right, he didn't question them not deny them.

As he left for the day he grabbed his keys from the counter, his new car had been waiting for him eagerly.

Throughout the day everyone was staring at him, his looks enough to enamour anyone. While at lunch he hung out with his new best friends, at the top of the hierarchy. He Street he'd upwards exposing a bit of his lean middrift as he felt all the eyes at the table go to it.

Iife was good.

....

As another week went by he felt everyone pretty much fall under his control. He could command people to do anything he wanted, and why would they not listen to him? As of Monday his looks just got better, his jawline sharp enough to slice a piece of cheese. His eyes alluring and sensual, his broad shoulder dominating and commanding. He had gained at least 40 pounds of lean pure muscle. He had starting heading to the gym, going to soccer practice. All of this had been things he's been doing for years. He's built his body on years of training and playing soccer. And he could prove his dedication with his hard defined eight pack.

His height was that of a basketball player, and his bulge the size of a porn star, but he knew his path now.

He was now dating a guy name Chiew. Chiew was pretty, small, petite, and cute, the polar opposite of Avon's strong, muscular, masculine presence. They were perfect for eachother, and strangely enough they both would be attending MPU.

Avon forgot about his life as a social runt, now he was the most popular, sexy, and cool person in his high chool, and he was ready to move on to his college life.

...

He opened his eyes as he felt chiew at his side. He got up slowly and decided to take a picture for the gram.

He still had a little over a month and a half of highschool left, and he was gonna make it his best months o highschool.

[needofcuddles]

Perfect Partner

Jess had been crushing on Jack for awhile, tall, handsome, whitty, what else could you want? Jess herself was pretty, and she knew it. Boys flocked to her by the hundreds and she used it to her advantage. Every person she would step on as if they were cockroaches. But Jack, Jack was different. He was extremely kind, but would never fall for her tricks.

She decided she would download a new app called "perfect partner" where it would suggest how to act as a romantic partner based off of parameters given.

Booting the app with a circular pink logo, she was greeted by a prompt to put in who she wanted. Typing in Jack's full name she then was prompted to put hers.

As she pressed enter a percentage appeared on screen telling her his attraction to her.

"0 percent?!? What do you mean?" she screamed angrily. Thinking it was a cheap gimmick she almost closed the app, however something interesting happened. Two long lists of what to do and not to do appeared. With things small as "don't sit straight and proper" to more broad things like "care genuinely about him"

She sat there confused as another button showed up at the bottom.

"commence changes?"

Eagerly she pressed it.

----

Waking up her immediate thought was to go to the gym. Her dorm room felt a little off, like everything was shifted slightly. Some of her makeup products disappeared and her room appeared messier.

Usually she would wear something more revealing to the gym however she decided to wear something a tad looser, more masculine.

Putting on her green hoodie and sweats she walked out of her dorm.

Arriving at the gym she had a sudden urge to go straight to the pull up bar. She had never had much upper body strength however with each pull up she felt herself getting stronger. Every pull up felt easier and faster than the last. She kept going until she couldn't anymore, sweating profusely. As she got off a girl walked past her saying "damn girl those arms are huge" she thanked the girl and continued onto the treadmill, she'd always had pretty nice lean arms for how much she did work out.

As she ran on the treadmill she kept deciding to make it faster. Her legs grew longer and longer as did the rest of her proportionally. The became more muscular and toned as well, like a runner. She wiped the bead of sweat off her face feeling her skin become smoother, her acne disappearing. She didn't notice but her jaw became more square as well, making her seem more masculine.

As she ran something else also happened. A bulge could be seen in his sweats now, inflating leaving nothing to the imagination.

Stopping he decided to sit down for a second. As he did a famialr face walked in through the doors. It was Jack, still tall, still handsome, still sexy. He waved at Jess Josh walking over.

"Hey Josh! I didn't know you were gonna be here today."

He got up and looked down at Josh, he'd always been taller than Josh but something felt weird, maybe it was his shoes.

"you know me cough er sorry there was something in my throat, I wanted to get that pump y'know?"

His voice got deeper as his Adam's apple dropped, becoming prominent.

"haha yeah man, uh. Listen, we need to talk. Are you free after working out?"

"yeah, I'll meet you at your dorm at 3, sound good?"

"yeah"

Jack smiled as he walked away to the locker room.

Josh continued his workout as his body changed more. Become leanly muscular and sexy. His abs becoming defined and hard and his ass becoming firm and muscular.

He worked hard for his body and he deserved to show it off.

He headed straight for Jack's dorm after working out, not bothering to change or anything.

---

"Hey Jack"

Josh stood 5 inches taller than jack at 6'9.

"uh, hey Josh come in" he said in a nervous tone.

"what did you want to talk about?" he sat down with Jack on his bed as he put one of his large hands on Jack's thigh. Staring deeply into Jack's blue eyes.

"I have feelings for you."

Josh sat for a second not knowing what to say.

"I'm glad you said something because I like you too."

They went into and embrace as the embrace turned to lust. They took off their clothes and started to fuck eachother slowly and sensually. Josh's 9inch rod enough to keep Jack going forever.

---

Laying on top of eachother in the small bed they kissed tenderly.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

[needofcuddles]

HOTTT

Transference

George looked up at his bestfriend of 5 years, Jayden. Jayden had grown in the past year, from skinny loser to swim captain and George was wondering how. It hurt him watching his bestfriend turn into the most popular guy on campus, but Jayden promised that he would show him how he did it.

“You promise that I can change if I… suck you off?”

Jayden nodded.

George tried to act disgusted but deep down he knew he wanted it, bad.

“wait, who did you suck off then?” 

“Richie, from second period bio”

“that twerp?”

“well he didn’t always look like that. I ended up taking more than he thought I would.”

Jayden’s throbbing member started to pulsate harder at the though of draining Richie.

“go ahead Georgie, you want it don’t you?” Jayden said seductively, grabbing George’s hair.

George gulped, he didn’t know if he could take all of it.

George wrapped his mouth around Jayden, trying to cram it down his throat.

“take it slow… we don’t - ungh- want you.. getting hurt.” Jayden said through stifled moans. 

George started bobbing up and down on Jayden’s dick until he burst. The sticky white goo coating his mouth as well as his entire throat. George tried to savor every piece of it as it filled his stomach.

“is it working?” George asked as he collapsed on his back, panting.

“it sure is stud”

George felt his insides warm up as he started sweating. 

“oh my god”

George leaned his head back in ecstasy as his body grew big and bigger. Going from a 5′7″ to a manly 6′5″. His muscles spasmed as they inflated with hard earned muscle, Like he had been working out since he was a freshman.

He felt two large cold hands be placed on his hips. 

“lemme help you out” Jayden said as he started to suck on George’s growing member. With each second passing that Jayden was sucking him, he grew larger and larger. his member as thick as a soda can and almost as long as a ruler. 

George looked at the mirror on the ceiling as his face grew more handsome and chiseled. He took his large vascular hands and forced Jayden on himself further. A look of shock was quickly followed by lust as Jayden continued. 

George finally came, pushing his curly brown hair out of his face with a swift movement. 

“swallow it all bitch boy” George said in a deep, sexy, exasperated voice. Jayden obeyed.

It looks like George took too much from Jayden, although he still had an athletic build he was now more akin to a twunk. Now 5′6″ with a compact muscular build as opposed to his more muscular 6′ frame. 

—

George and Jayden lived out the rest of their college days as the sexiest couple on campus, and probably the most sexually active

[needofcuddles]

Is the café still hiring?

The New Coffee Shop on Campus

Zachary had been looking for a job for a couple months, but he felt like no one was even looking at his resume. Being a student in college he didn't want a full time job, just one so he could actually have some pocket change when he would go out with his friends.

while he was walking to his class he saw a flyer;

NOW HIRING BARISTA 16/hour, flexible hours hiring both part time and full. Go to XXXXXXXX.com if interested

he wrote the number down as he proceeded with his day.

it's probably just another dud job

he thought, not having much hope.

---

He was asked to come to the coffee shop for an interview the next day. Zach wasn't nervous, why would he be? he did dozens of these interviews and it wasn't like this one would be much different.

He peered into the glass door, he saw a tall hunky man checking the countertops and whatnot for dust. He knocked on the door as the man came over and opened it. He was in strangely casual clothes for being the owner of the restaurant.

"nice to meet you, Zachary I presume? My name's Mark Smith but you can call me Mark." the man said gripping Zach's frail hand.

"good handshake son." he said as he led Zach to an empty table.

Zach shook out his hand trying to recover from the man's grip.

"This is going to be quick, from what I've seen on your resume you submitted online I think I already know my answer but I'd like to confirm some things."

Zach swallowed hard, had he already been kicked to the curb?

"What would your ideal life be like?"

Zach looked at him confused, ideal life? this was a job interview not some weird cultish indoctrination right?

"Well I like how my life is now."

The man shot him a stern look. He was put off but all of a sudden he felt a wave of comfort wash over him, for some reason felt the need to be as honest as possible.

"well I'd want to be pretty smart, maybe a little smarter than I am now. But I'd also want to look like really good. Like people would look at me and fall in love. Tall, charming, lovable, I'd be like a smart popular jock if you know what I mean."

"I see, is this something that you REALLY want?"

"Of course it is, I've always been so painfully average, I just want to stand out somehow."

"and tell me, do you like guys at all?"

Zach hesitated but felt a need to respond, a urging pulse that was undeniable.

"Yes, god even looking at you is hard. I'd love to top you, worship you, Id like you do anything."

Zach immediately rose his hand to his mouth.

Mark chuckled.

"You have a bit to go before we can do that boy, you start in a week, grand opening, I'm counting on you to be there."

Mark got up and sensually glided a hand across Zach's frail shoulders.

"I trust you know your way out Mr.Zach." Mark said playfully.

----

Throughout the week he could only think about Mark, what even happened back there? The time went by excruciatingly slow but he wanted to see that man again. Zach found it weird that there was no training, none that was disclosed anyways. It seemed like Mark was just pushing him into the deep end on opening day, It wouldn't be too hard since he had plenty of experience in the service industry but it was hard not to be worried.

As he got to the shop he was handed a uniform and was told to put it on in the back. He stared at himself in the mirror for a bit. He did wonder what would happen if he was what he described, Just a bit more attractive, or a lot more. Putting on the uniform and apron he felt a sense of vertigo wash over him. did the mirror slide down a little? it seemed like it was hanging a little lower on the wall.

He walked out as Mark whistled at him.

"Hey Zachy looking good, you ready for the day?"

it was apparent how much Mark liked Zach compared to his coworkers already. Strange thing though all his co workers looked like they could be models, tall, perfect skin, muscular bodies. It was like a wet dream for Zach.

he pushed up his glasses, "Of course I'm ready, Mark." he said, his voice noticeably a little deeper.

The day went smoothly by, for some reason everything clicked into place and he worked perfectly with his co workers. Since it was the grand opening in the middle of a college campus it was quite busy in the morning, and it didn't slow down until about 3pm.

he heard the bell ring as he rushed to the counter. He realized it was one of his friends, Chris.

"Oh shit hey Zach, you work here?" Chris said smiling.

"yeah, got the job a week ago, seems like a pretty sweet gig since its not too far from my dorm.

"yeah dude, also can I just say you need to wear short sleeves more man, your arms look great in that shirt!"

My arms?...

"thanks dude, I appreciate it"

"yeah no problem, anyways could I get...."

---

He thought about that comment, his arms? he hadn't lifted a weight in his life there wasn't any way his arms were muscular.

He looked over at his arm and flexed it. They looked pretty normal, the girls went crazy over his arms, but it was the first time Chris said anything about them. Maybe the gym was finally paying off.

While closing the shop he felt his hair fall in front of his eyes, he needed to get a haircut soon his hair was getitng out of hand.

walking home he bumped into another friend, Caleb.

"Hey Zach! dude did you go through a growth spurt or something, you're taller than me!"

He looked down at Caleb, that was weird Caleb had always been the taller one.

"What are you talking about, I've always been this tall dude."

"oh.. I guess your right, sorry my mind glitched for second haha. I heard you work at that coffee shop now, i gotta stop by sometime."

"Yeah! I work on Mondays and Fridays, So if you want to see me come then!" Zach said, his voice an octave or so deeper.

While walking away he rubbed his neck, it felt like it was rumbling more when he talked. maybe he was coming down with a cold.

---

Zach brushed out his wavy hair in the backroom mirror. He always made sure to keep presentable. Mark walked in and grabbed his ass.

"These pants are doing wonders for you babe" Mark said as he kissed him on the cheek.

"thanks baby" he said kissing him back.

They had been dating for a few years and Mark had only graduated from the college the year prior. Mark proposed the idea of opening a cafe in the middle of campus since the closest cafe was a 10 minute walk from the heart of the campus and they approved of it.

Zach lived with Mark in an apartment on the outskirts of the university.

He put on just the apron along with his shorts, it was free dress friday anyways.

People around campus loved to get coffee there especially because of Zach, his beauty transcended human and people couldn't get enough of him.

He brushed his curly hair out of his face as he heard the door ring. It was Caleb.

"Oh look its shorty" Zach teased.

"Oh shut up, I'm not even short you're just a giant dude. No normal guy is 6'10" with your huge muscles" he retaliated.

In response Zach flexed his huge biceps, he could see Caleb get flustered, chuckling as he did.

"anyways what can I get you lil guy?" zach said smirking.

-----

As he continued working he loosened his apron a tad, he could feel the tie in the back restricting him. he looked down as mark came behind him and cupped his two huge pecs.

"Its slow right now, want to squeeze in a sesh real quick?"

Mark said purring in Zach's ear.

He could feel his long 8 inch soft member start to chub.

"Of course, lets close up for an hour or so. Im feeling a little pent up."

Mark got onto his knees pulling down Zach's restraining tight shorts as his member plopped out, already leaking pre.

"I'm so glad you listened to me and started going commando" Mark said as he started to massage Zach's ten inch soft member.