#bodybuilding transformation

[maxjohnson1019]

Been a while since I've posted here. Recent updates: I broke 200 lbs for the first time ever. On a mini cut now. Sitting at 198.6 lbs. Measurements: waist 33" (bellybutton), chest 42.5", arms 17", mid-thigh 27"

[strategiesforeffectiveonline]

Unlock Your Potential: Embarking on the Journey of Bodybuilding Transformation

Introduction: Welcome to the transformative journey where dedication meets determination, where sweat turns into success, and where every rep brings you closer to greatness - welcome to the world of bodybuilding transformation! Prepare to be inspired and motivated as we explore the incredible stories of individuals who have undergone remarkable physical and mental changes through the power of bodybuilding.

1. The Call to Transformation: Delve into the catalysts that inspire individuals to embark on the journey of bodybuilding transformation. Whether it's a desire to improve health, boost confidence, or pursue competitive aspirations, the decision to transform one's physique often stems from a deep-seated desire for self-improvement and personal growth.

2. Crafting a Vision: Setting Goals for Transformation: Explore the importance of setting clear, achievable goals as the foundation of any successful transformation journey. Whether it's shedding excess body fat, building lean muscle mass, or sculpting a symmetrical physique, having a vision and a roadmap for success is essential for staying focused and motivated throughout the transformation process.

3. The Power of Consistency: Uncover the key to sustainable transformation: consistency. From adhering to a structured training program and following a nutritious diet to prioritizing rest and recovery, consistency is the driving force behind progress and results. As fitness icon Tony Robbins once said, "It's not what we do once in a while that shapes our lives, but what we do consistently."

4. Overcoming Challenges: Navigate the obstacles and setbacks that inevitably arise on the path to transformation. Whether it's overcoming plateaus, managing injuries, or dealing with self-doubt, resilience and perseverance are essential qualities that separate those who succeed from those who falter. As bodybuilding legend Ronnie Coleman famously declared, "Everybody wants to be a bodybuilder, but nobody wants to lift no heavy-ass weights."

5. Embracing the Journey: Celebrating Success and Progress: Celebrate the victories, big and small, that mark the milestones of your transformation journey. Whether it's hitting a new personal best in the gym, seeing visible changes in the mirror, or simply feeling stronger and more confident in your own skin, each step forward is a testament to your dedication and hard work.

Why Invest in Bodybuilding Transformation? In a world where self-improvement is celebrated and admired, bodybuilding transformation offers a transformative journey that not only reshapes your physique but also strengthens your mind and spirit. As fitness guru Arnold Schwarzenegger once said, "Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength."

Conclusion: Embarking on a journey of bodybuilding transformation is more than just changing your appearance; it's about unlocking your full potential, building resilience, and embracing the process of self-discovery and growth. With dedication, consistency, and a willingness to overcome obstacles, you'll not only transform your body but also elevate your mindset and outlook on life.

Are you ready to embark on your own journey of bodybuilding transformation? Embrace the challenge, commit to the process, and let the journey to a stronger, fitter, and more confident you begin!

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[bigwishes]

Special Beef Up

A special request for @yffrit​, something that really kickstarted some stuff around here for the past few days, but its time to get to my buddy’s own transformation.

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You were lying in bed first thing in the morning stretching and groaning. Reluctantly you pulled your skinny frame out of your bed. If given the choice you would have stayed there all day but you had an interview in a little over 2 hours and it was time t get ready.

You groggily pulled yourself up towards your bathroom and stripped off to take a shower. At first the cold water was jarring to your skinny body, the lack of any real meat behind you meant your teeth almost began chattering as soon as you stepped under the water, but as the water began to warm up the harsh environment of your shower became welcoming and comfortable.

Still half asleep you began washing yourself as normal, as the water and soap fell off your small body a scent of flowers was left behind. You saw a small brown spot on the knuckle of your thumb. You thought it was odd, as you hadn’t even don’t anything today but took to scrubbing it just the same, but it wouldn’t come off. As you continued trying to scrub it the spot became darker each time the soap washed off, the spot even began to become larger, spreading from your thumb knuckle to your entire thumb at this point. A sharp pain coursed through your hand causing you to drop the soap and grasp your wrist with your free hand. You watched in shock as your thumb became slightly larger, the new coloured skin began to spread from your thumb to your entire hand. Your whole hand swelled in size, going from thin skins and bones to a thick beefy black hand. It quickly spread up your forearm and you felt the muscle and sinew swell out and inflate with blood. As the transformation spread down under the hand holding your wrist it too began to change. You lowered both your arms to your side and watched the transformation make its way all over your body apart from your face. You looked down at your new black skin tone, an entire colour palette away from your old body. Seconds later you felt your blood pumping and your muscles enlarging. Biceps, triceps, shoulders, pecs, every muscle in your body grew larger and larger by the second. Your legs transformed into monstrous tree trunks. Your felt your ass swell up and your dick enlarge bigger than you’ve ever seen it. Finally the transformation ran up your throat and onto your face. You felt the bones in your face contort and reshape forming a completely new face and you stepped out of the shower as someone entirely new.

No longer a skinny white boy, now you had become a big black hunk. You dressed yourself in any clothes that would fit. What was once extremely loose activewear was now skin tight and chaffed with every movement.

You didn’t realise you spent almost the entire 2 hours in that shower transforming, it felt like barely a few minutes. You ran to your door stopping holding the handle, you paused realising even if you went to this interview they wouldn’t know who you were, you didn’t match any of the pictures you sent in and you had no idea if this was the end of your transformation or not. You texted the job agency you were sick and decided to stay home. It was the best you could think of, you’d come up with a plan on how to adjust to this new life once you were sure the transformation was over.

Little did you know your own front door was the path to your fate, and by choosing to stay at home you rejected the enormous bodybuilder god body that awaited you outside...

You took off your shirt and began to strut around your house half naked, flexing in every minor reflection you saw, As you reached your kitchen you flexed in the distorted reflection of your meta fridge, your stomach grumbled. Realising you never had breakfast and how whatever happened to your probably left your body lacking something, you opened your fridge to find all your food replaced with high end protein shakes, bars and snacks. You loaded up your massive arms with as much as you could carry and headed to your lounge room to watch tv and enjoy this big protein breakfast.

You turned on the TV, cracked open a protein shake and tore the wrapper off a dark chocolate protein bar. Indulging yourself felt so good, to finally satisfy your hunger and feel the protein pump up your muscles. As soon as you finished the pre bottled protein shake you quickly cracked open the next and tore the next bar open. This time you sculled the shake and finished the bar in two bites, you moaned like you had just finished a long over due meal. You reached for the next shake on your coffee table, pushing the 500ml bottle aside for the 1 litre one instead, You opened the bag of protein snack cookies, a bag meant to last a regular guy a weeks worth of snacking but you shoved your hand in and began to put as many cookies in your mouth in between mouthfuls of shake. Before every short scattered breath was a short deep burp. You felt the shake drip down your new beard but you wiped it away with your bare forearm. As you continued you felt your muscle pump up larger, your whole body was growing heavier. You began to sweat and you felt that sweat run off your body and seep into the couch under you. It was only after you had devoured you feast of protein that you truly noticed your final changes.

You stood up off the couch and heard the cluttering of empty plastic bottles fall to the ground and aluminium wrappers crunch under your ass as you stood up. You saw your new reflection in a mirror at the other end of the room, long gone was that athletic body you were gifted with this morning, You had now become something much larger.

Choosing to stay home had sealed your fate to become a big bulky muscle pig...

You felt up your new size, you couldn’t deny this much bulk was turning you on. You reached down trying to test out the new dick size you gained this morning but the bulky body made it incredibly difficult to reach. Your hands found their way to your big muscle gut, you rubbed it hoping it’d ease to intense protein bloat you were suffering from but instead it just caused you to notice to protein bar wrapper stuck on your waist, you peeled it off and dropped it on the ground noticing a second on your inner thigh but just like your dick the enormous bulk you were carrying made it impossible to reach. You waddled your huge body to the bathroom to try and get some leverage and a better look to get it off. Sweat dripping off you with each step.

When you got to the bathroom you couldn’t help but simply stare at your reflection, you were so much bigger up close, the smell that was lingering around you finally began to set it, you smelt like an entire pro football team after a championship game. Without meaning to a massive belch slipped out of your mouth fogging up the bathroom mirror.

In that moment it finally set in what you had become, nothing more than a fucking hulking stinking muscle pig...

[beautifulbod13s]

twink to god

[soon-to-be-muscle-god]

Joan Pradells, showing the world what a real man looks like. Barely in his 20s this kid is roided up to the gills, and besides his baby face you’d think he was 40+. Nothing matters to him but becoming the archetype of alpha masculinity. In his corner helping him mutate into the ultimate specimen of manhood are giants like Paco Bautista and Pablo Llopis, ensuring that their wunderkind will outgrow them both in no time.

[kaimuscle]

Starting to make my own morphs, how’s this?

[lifterboyfriend]

[muscle-gods-only]

The more time your husband spends in the gym, the smaller your doors seem to be. Lately your man has become so massive, his muscles so swollen that I’ve been looking to get the house remodeled soon. I can widen doors and hallways, but where can I find fixtures strong enough to put up with his inhuman strength? I mean his bench is 12 times as much as mine. OK, 20 times, I wanted to sound tough. But seriously, he feels like he was cast from stone and he builds himself bigger and stronger every day!

[embracemuscle]

Mass. Size. Steroid addict!

[sfde8871]

It’s no matter if you choose to fight…it always finds a way in. You will be one of us.

[beautifulbod13s]

jock to juiced up himbo

[soon-to-be-muscle-god]

You’re looking at this god and wondering, “How is it possible that a 21 year old is this jacked and roided?” I can tell you why- because he’s a juiced up genetic freak who lives in the gym and only cares about growing his massive unnatural muscle. His testosterone levels are so high that the beard you see on his face- that magnificent thick bush of black alpha male fur- is actually just one day’s worth of stubble. Every pore of this god stinks of male pheremones. The few women that dare go to his gym, a bare concrete cube full of weights and muscled alphas, are constantly wet from the stink of his testosterone cloud.

[bigification]

Star Of The Show

"Is that really safe?" A snobbish man in an expensive suit snarled.

"Yes Mr. Derry, how many times do I have to tell you. It'll make you into a prime bodybuilder just like you asked." The technician sighed.

"It better be, because I am an important stake holder in this bodybuilding competition and I paid a lot for this." Mr. Derry continued to whine, despite receiving exactly what he asked for.

"Here I brought your coffee, sir." Mr. Derry's assistant sheepishly held out a Starbucks coffee. He grumbled as he read the long list of modifications he needed in his coffee to drink it.

"This has coconut milk you idiot!" He shoved the coffee back into his assistant, sending the scrawny man stumbling back. In an attempt to regain his balance he flailed his arm into the large machine that sat nearby.

"I... I'm sorry sir." The assistant panicked. "I can fix it." He reached for the machine in an attempt to minimize the blowback from his boss. He tried to move the machine back to its original position.

"Wait no! Don't tou-" the technician was interrupted.

A blinding light erupted across the back stage as a concentrated beam shot into the assistants chest. He looked like a ragdoll being tossed across the room, slamming into the wall. No one even noticed what had happened while they tried to recover from the flash.

The assistant slowly got up, his head was spinning. He assumed it was from the crash into the wall, but it only got worse after he got up. A burning heat boiled inside his chest as he attempted to recover. The burning soon turned to a tightness as his chest began to grow. His flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread in the oven. His preppy button up strained under the pressure of his thickening pecs until the buttons started to pop off. His shirt burst open, revealing the perfectly formed pecs of a bodybuilder that created a shelf over his stomach. Speaking of which, his stomach began to melt away. His now flat stomach quickly rose back up, but with hard muscles this time. His stomach started to round out into a small muscle gut as six distinct muscles formed over it, causing the rest of his buttons to pop off in the process.

The technician and Mr. Derry were starting to recover from the flash, hearing increasingly loud footsteps rumbled from across the room and ever deeper sounding grunts and moans came from the assistant.

The assistant lurched over as his shoulder broadened, finally ripping his shirt to shreds. His upper back exploded with rippling muscles that would make any man jealous. And his lower back slimmed to give his body a strong V shape. Moments later he started to flex his arms, making them balloon with every flex. His biceps grew to the size of melons as veins surfaced all down his arms. And his hands thickened into massive man hands, twice the size of his old delicate hands.

Mr. Derry let out a loud scoff as he watched the assistant transform into the man he wanted to be. And the technician just smiled at Me. Derry's dismay. Meanwhile the assistant started to let out deep guttural moans pleasure as his body grew, and animalistic grunts every time he flexed his growing body.

Next, the man's lower body started to grow, making him nearly a foot taller than he was before, towering over everyone in the building. His thighs thickened to over twice the size of his massive biceps, making him have the man spread to make room for all the muscle. Unsurprisingly it didn't take long for his pants to rip to shreds, leaving him in his comically small underwear. Though that wouldn't last long either. His flat ass got flooded with both fat and muscle, making it large and plump and creating a shelf over his thighs. His fat ass strained against the shockingly strong fabric of the underwear before overpowering them, bouncing as his cheeks tore right through them. His calves also grew quite thick and defined as his feet burst out of his shoes, becoming a monstrous size 20. Though the only downside is his impressive package shrunk from a massive 8 inches to an unremarkable 4 inches, looking small in comparison to his hulking body.

Finally the man's head began to change to match his body. His barely visible jawline looked like it got vacuum sealed around his jaw, becoming sharp as a knife. His brow bone became more prominent, adding to his manly appearance as a well kept beard spreads across his face. And his long flowy hair recedes into a military buzz cut.

By the time the transformation slowed, his skin had a bronze tanned color with a slick sheen of oil over it. Almost as if he was getting ready to compete.

"You fucking idiot. Look at the mess you've made. You need to clean this up ASAP, and you better hope that machine has some juice left for me or so help me god I will bury you six feet under Edward!" Mr. Derry blew up with rage, it almost looked like there was smoke coming from his ears.

The assistant stood up tall with his head up and his chest puffed out. Slowly taking steps towards his boss, making the ground shake with each step. As he got close, his brows furrowed and his grunt became deeper and louder. He bent down and yanked his boss by the collar, lifting the shorter man a foot off the ground to meet eye to eye.

"You think I need a fucking pipsqueak like you! You're nothing but a bug to step on. And my name is Evan, asshole! Remember it!" Evans voice booked across the room as he chuckled his former boss into the machine, breaking it in the process.

He stomped across the room and grabbed a black pair of underwear from the rack. Then he proceeded to waltz on stage, stealing the hearts of the audience.

Evan was the star of the show, winning an easy first place. Photoshoots, magazine covers, and sponsors were all he saw in his future. And he never saw his loser of a boss again.

[tfboyzblog]

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

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Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

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Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

[embracemuscle]

Growth. Evolution. Shrunken nuts. Steroid transformation!

[ai-musclebound]