#reality change

[malebodytf]

“Dude, pass it on!”

The volleyball lands right in front of me. For a split second, I freeze. Do I dodge it, or do I pretend there’s at least a sliver of athleticism in me? It shouldn't feel like a big decision, but somehow it does. I'm not out of shape—just average—but sports? Not exactly my thing.

Still, I reach out. My palm slaps the ball, and instantly, a jolt of energy surges through me. It shoots from my hands up through my arms, my shoulders, my chest... all the way down to my core. It's like my whole body wakes up, every nerve buzzing with adrenaline. I can feel my muscles tighten and swell. My body feels taller, more defined, each muscle group slowly developing and becoming more pronounced with every movement.

Across the net, I catch the eye of a player—tanned, toned, and grinning. He sends the ball back. Hard. But I’m faster this time. I leap for it, catch it mid-air, and the moment my hands touch it again—bam. Another surge. My arms swell, biceps bulging, shoulders thickening. My chest tightens and expands, pecs rounding out with weight and power. It feels insanely good.

We keep playing. Ball back and forth, teammate to me, me to the others. Each hit transforms me more. Sweat pours down my body, but it only adds to the heat pulsing through me. My legs bulk up, thighs turning into carved trunks of muscle, calves shaping into perfect cuts of meat. My ass lifts and rounds, firm and full, bouncing as I move.

Then my hair lightens—sun-kissed strands turning golden blonde. A thick, neatly groomed beard sprouts along my jawline. I feel myself becoming someone else.

The game’s reaching its climax. I can feel it in my bones. I pour every ounce of strength into the final jump, launching myself into the air like I’ve done this a hundred times before. I slam the ball with every bit of muscle and power I now have. The last jolt hits hard—but this time, it’s in my head.

My thoughts slow. Everything gets… easier. Simpler. Studying? Useless. All those hours reading or overthinking? Gone. Replaced with days spent here, at the beach, with my bros. Laughing. Training. Flexing. I still feel a flicker of doubt, like something’s off—but then I feel the pump. I flex my pecs. They bounce, heavy and proud.

Yeah. This is what matters now.

I laugh—deep, dumb, and satisfied. I won.

I turn to my bros, grinning wide, pecs bouncing as I flex.

“Ready to lose another game, boys?”

[petrov88]

Kathir was a handsome young man living in the bustling city of Mumbai. He had always been popular among girls, but deep down, he felt something missing - an unexplainable yearning for men that he couldn't quite put into words.One day, on a whim, Kathir decided to get a bold new haircut at a trendy salon. The stylist convinced him to try a messy, asymmetrical look with choppy layers that framed his face. As Kathir gazed at his reflection, he noticed a certain allure to this edgier version of himself.On the subway ride home, Kathir caught the eye of a pierced and tattooed man sitting across from him. Their gazes locked, and Kathir felt a jolt of electricity course through his body.

The stranger flashed a charming smile, revealing a silver stud glinting in his left eyebrow. Kathir found himself captivated by the mysterious man's rugged beauty. As the train lurched forward, the stranger stood up and approached Kathir.Hey there, cute haircut, he said, his voice low and smooth like honey. I'm Raja.Kathir's heart raced as he shook Raja's hand, feeling the warmth of his touch. Thanks... I just got it done, he replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in his stomach.Raja leaned in closer, his breath tickling Kathir's ear. You know, that style really suits you. Makes your eyes pop even more. He paused, then added, And those lips... perfect for kissing.

Kathir stumbled home in a daze, his mind reeling from the encounter with Raja. As he passed a street mirror, he froze in horror. There, reflected back at him, was a completely different person - his face now adorned with multiple piercings, each one glinting menacingly in the sunlight.Panic set in as Kathir frantically tried to wipe away the metal studs, but they remained stubbornly in place. His hands trembled as he approached the bathroom mirror, bracing himself for the worst.The image staring back was surreal yet undeniably real. Kathir's once pristine features were now marked by industrial-style piercings - a barbell through his nose, rings in his eyebrows, and even a hoop in his lower lip.

Kathir's shock turned to disbelief as he stepped inside his apartment. Everything seemed to have shifted, as if he'd entered a parallel universe. His wardrobe, once filled with crisp business attire, now held a rainbow of vibrant clothing - neon tank tops, tight jeans, and even a few skirts.In the center of the room, his tailored suit hung on a rack, but instead of its usual charcoal gray, it was a hot pink number with flashy gold buttons. Kathir's eyes widened as he picked it up, the fabric surprisingly soft against his skin.As he explored further, he discovered his dresser drawers had been raided, their contents replaced with an array of colorful accessories - chunky belts, studded chokers, and enough eyeliner to paint a small town. Even his bedding had transformed, now sporting a playful print of cartoon characters in various states of undress.

Overwhelmed, Kathir collapsed onto his newly reupholstered bed, the plush velvet enveloping him like a sensual embrace. He buried his face in the pillows, inhaling deeply, and was surprised to detect a faint scent of musk and leather.As he lay there, Kathir began to notice subtle changes within himself. His senses felt heightened, and his skin tingled with an unfamiliar heat. He became acutely aware of the piercings adorning his face, the metal cool against his flushed cheeks.Suddenly, a wave of arousal washed over him, leaving him breathless and hardening beneath his pants. Kathir's mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening to his body and his desires. He reached down to adjust himself, his fingers brushing against the growing bulge, when a knock at the door shattered the intimate moment.

Kathir groaned in frustration, not wanting to be disturbed in his state of confusion and arousal. But the persistent knocking continued, growing louder and more insistent.With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly made his way to the door, adjusting his disheveled appearance as best he could. When he opened it, he was greeted by the same pierced and tattooed man from the subway, Raja, standing in the hallway with a mischievous grin.Well, well, looks like someone's embracing their inner rebel, Raja teased, his gaze roaming over Kathir's altered appearance. I must say, the makeover suits you. Though I think we're just getting started...Before Kathir could respond, Raja slipped past him into the apartment, his presence filling the space with an electric energy.

Kathir watched in amazement as Raja sauntered into his living room, his own outfit shifting before Kathir's eyes. The tight black jeans and band tee disappeared, replaced by a snug pink button-down shirt that hugged Raja's muscular frame.The shirt was a vibrant fuchsia hue, adorned with tiny white polka dots that seemed to dance across the fabric. It was a far cry from Raja's previous attire, yet somehow, he pulled it off with effortless charm.Raja caught Kathir's gaze and smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his new look had on the flustered young man. He sauntered closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the heady aroma of Kathir's own arousal.So, what do you think? Raja asked, spinning around to show off the shirt from every angle. Like it?

Kathir swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he took in the sight of Raja's provocative display. The pink shirt accentuated the man's broad shoulders and chiseled chest, making Kathir's pulse race with a mix of excitement and trepidation.I... uh... it looks great on you, Kathir managed to stammer, his eyes darting between Raja's face and the tantalizing expanse of skin revealed by the shirt's open collar.Raja chuckled, the sound low and husky. Glad you approve, he purred, closing the distance between them until they were mere inches apart. You know, I've always had a thing for pretty boys in pink. And you, my dear Kathir, are looking particularly delicious today.

Kathir's breath hitched as Raja's warm breath ghosted over his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat radiating off the other man's body, mixing with his own feverish desire.I... I don't understand what's happening to me, Kathir admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. These changes, these feelings... they're so intense, so overwhelming.Raja's hand came up to cup Kathir's cheek, his thumb stroking gently over the metal stud in his lower lip. Maybe that's because you're finally embracing your true self, he suggested, his eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity. Let go of your inhibitions, Kathir. Allow yourself to explore these newfound cravings.

Kathir's resolve crumbled under Raja's tender touch and persuasive words. With a shaky nod, he surrendered to the intoxicating sensations coursing through his veins.I want to, he breathed, his voice thick with longing. I want to experience everything, to discover who I really am.Raja's smile was triumphant as he leaned in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to Kathir's. Then let's start with a kiss, shall we?Without waiting for a response, Raja claimed Kathir's mouth in a searing, passionate embrace. His tongue delved past Kathir's parted lips, exploring the warm depths of his mouth with confident strokes. Kathir moaned softly, melting into the kiss as his body responded eagerly to the stimulation.

[kathiraven]

The Artifact’s Claim

Riven crouched in the center of the temple ruins, brushing dust from the stone altar. His flashlight flickered. It was cold—unnaturally so—but his chest burned.

There it was.

A strange, obsidian-black disc embedded in the altar, veined with glowing violet lines that pulsed like veins. No writing. No carvings. Just... humming.

He reached out—couldn’t help it. The second his fingers brushed the surface, the artifact liquified, surged up his arm like molten ink, and slammed into his chest.

He screamed.

It didn’t hurt—it pleasured. It seared him with raw, electric sensation, spreading across his bare skin, embedding deep. The world tilted, spinning into black.

He woke up sweating in his tent, shirt clinging to his chest. His heart pounded. His skin… tingled.

He sat up and froze.

There was a mark over his heart—no, not a mark. A living, glowing sigil, etched into his skin. It pulsed with violet light.

As he touched it, his breath hitched.

His fingers felt thinner. His wrist more delicate. No way. No. Freaking. Way.

He scrambled to the mirror.

His jaw was subtly sleeker. His cheekbones, higher. His lips—fuller, a little too kissable. And his eyes…

“Beautiful,” a voice purred from behind him.

He spun around.

Standing in the entrance of the tent was a man draped in silver robes, impossibly tall, with eyes like dying stars. His smile was sharp. Possessive.

“I am Kael,” the man said smoothly. “Guardian of the artifact. And now… guardian of you.”

Riven backed up. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Kael said, stepping closer. “The artifact chose you. It is remaking you—to be worthy of its power. To be mine.”

Riven’s knees weakened. The mark flared—hot and aching.

“You’ll resist,” Kael whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind Riven’s ear. “You’ll fight. But every moment, your body will change. Until you don’t remember how it felt to be untouched.”

“And when you beg for me,” Kael smiled, “I’ll know the transformation is complete.”

Riven didn’t leave the tent for two days.

The sigil pulsed beneath his shirt like a second heartbeat—warm at times, burning at others. Sometimes it throbbed when he touched it. Sometimes it throbbed when he thought about Kael.

He hated that.

Each morning he woke up different. Smaller. More lithe. His shoulders less broad. His hands finer. His stubble? Gone. No matter how hard he tried, his razor scraped across perfectly smooth skin.

And then there was his voice—softer now, silkier. More breath than growl.

“Just side effects,” he muttered, gripping the edge of the basin. “Temporary.”

Behind him, his reflection said otherwise. His lips looked like they belonged on a model. His waist had pulled in, giving him a V-shape—not muscular, but shapely. His eyes shimmered unnaturally violet in the candlelight.

And his chest—his chest was…

He yanked his shirt back down, heart hammering.

“Losing it,” he whispered.

But the worst part?

He kept dreaming of Kael.

In the dream, Kael didn’t speak. He just looked—gods, looked—at him like Riven was the most precious thing in the world. Like he owned him. Sometimes Kael would lean in and whisper nothing at all… and Riven would wake up panting, aching, sweating through the sheets.

On the third night, Kael appeared again.

Not in a dream.

In his tent.

“I can’t sleep,” Riven said before he could stop himself, eyes flickering toward the sorcerer’s mouth.

Kael stepped inside. “You’re transforming.”

“No shit,” Riven spat. But it came out softer than he wanted—almost sulky.

“You’re resisting. That’s good.” Kael walked slowly around him. “The ones who resist change the most.”

“Great. Glad to be your experiment.”

“You’re not an experiment,” Kael said, standing behind him now. “You’re a vessel. A chosen one.”

Riven shivered. “Chosen for what, exactly?”

Kael leaned close. His breath was warm against Riven’s neck. “For beauty. For power. For me.”

Riven’s pulse spiked. His thighs pressed together on instinct. *No. No, no—*this wasn’t who he was.

But when Kael touched his shoulder—just fingertips—Riven gasped.

Like he’d been waiting for it.

His knees buckled slightly. Kael caught him. Held him. Just for a second too long.

“See?” Kael whispered. “It’s not just the artifact, Riven. It’s what you’ve always hidden. What you’ve always wanted to become.”

Riven’s lips parted.

He didn’t answer.

Because deep down, some part of him—traitorous and hungry—wanted the next change. Wanted the next touch. Wanted him.

Riven stood under the moonlight, trembling, shirt open and clinging to sweat-slick skin. The violet mark over his heart pulsed wildly now, brighter than ever, illuminating the courtyard in a soft, seductive glow.

His body was unrecognizable.

Slender but strong. Smooth. Hips curving gently under tight black cloth. His voice was nearly untraceable to his old self now—low, husky, sweet.

But his eyes—his eyes still burned with rage.

“I want it undone, Kael,” he growled, fists clenched. “All of it. I don’t want this body. I don’t want you.”

Kael stood across from him, calm, composed. His silver robes shimmered in the moonlight, his expression unreadable.

“You say that,” he replied softly, “yet your body says something else.”

“Liar,” Riven hissed—but his voice cracked.

Because Kael was right.

His nipples were hard under the breeze. His thighs were tight, pressed together. His breaths were short. Shallow. Needful.

Magic pulsed through him like a second heart, and every beat whispered his name.

Kael stepped closer. Slowly. Like approaching a wild animal ready to flee—or fall.

“You begged for this in your sleep,” Kael said, barely audible. “You whispered my name. Moaned for it.”

“No.” Riven backed away. “You did this. You’re manipulating me—my mind, my body—”

“I gave you truth, Riven,” Kael said, standing just feet away now. “I peeled away the false self you wrapped around yourself to feel safe. And beneath it…”

Kael reached out.

Riven slapped his hand away.

And then—

He shuddered.

Hard.

Like the rejection triggered something inside him. The mark on his chest flared bright. Blinding. He gasped as a wave of pleasure rushed through him, knocking him to his knees.

“No—f-fuck—no,” he stammered, hands gripping the ground.

His spine arched. His lips parted in a silent moan. His body betrayed him completely—heat building low in his belly, thighs trembling, hips twitching, begging for touch. Every inch of him aching.

Kael knelt beside him.

“You’ve fought so hard,” he whispered, brushing hair from Riven’s damp forehead. “But you were never meant to be that man.”

Riven sobbed—furious, humiliated, turned on.

“You don’t have to say yes,” Kael said gently. “Your body already has.”

And when Kael’s fingers trailed down his spine, Riven didn’t stop him.

He arched into the touch.

He whimpered.

And in that moment—gasping, flushed, and overwhelmed—Riven finally understood.

There was no going back.

Riven lay back on the silk-covered altar, chest rising and falling, bare and glistening under the violet glow of his mark. The air was warm, thick with magic and something deeper—desire, tension, surrender just waiting to happen.

Kael stood beside him, one hand hovering just over Riven’s skin.

“I won’t bind you,” Kael said softly. “This must be yours.”

Riven’s throat worked around the lump there. He’d run. Fought. Cried. Screamed. But all it had done was bring him back here, trembling beneath the one person who had never lied to him.

“I hated you,” Riven whispered.

Kael nodded, eyes soft. “I know.”

“I hated what you did to me…”

A pause.

Then, Riven’s voice broke—small. True.

“…Until I didn’t.”

He reached up and touched Kael’s wrist.

The mark on his chest blazed with light—hot, euphoric, right. His body arched with it, lips parting in a soft gasp. Magic surged through his veins like liquid pleasure. And Kael… Kael watched him with such reverence, it made Riven feel worshipped.

“Please,” Riven whispered, tears in his eyes. “Finish it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want to be yours. All the way. I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”

Kael leaned down, his forehead resting against Riven’s. “Then be remade, my beautiful one.”

And with a kiss—slow, deep, electric—the transformation completed.

Riven moaned into it as the final waves washed over him. His waist cinched just a little tighter. His thighs softened, rounded, firm. His skin turned flawless, glowing. His breath came in shivers. His moans were pure silk. Every inch of him now radiated desire, power, grace.

He was no longer what he had been.

He was something more.

When Kael pulled back, Riven lay there—reborn. Glowing. Gorgeous. And entirely Kael’s.

“How do you feel?” Kael whispered.

Riven smiled softly, eyes half-lidded, voice dripping with sensuality.

“Hungry.”

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[bigification]

Preston's 21st

Inspired by a story from Fattystoriez

"Don't worry babe, Preston is an adult now. He can handle meeting his biological father." Vince reassured his husband, hugging him from behind.

"I know, I know. It's just scary letting him take such a big step, I mean what if meeting his father disappoints him. Based on my conversations with that man, I know I would be disappointed. I mean, does he even have a job?" Brent voiced his worries.

"Preston said he was a trucker or something. And this is something that he needs to do. Besides, you know he still loves us as his adoptive parents even if he wants to have his biological father in his life." Vince responded.

"I know, thanks babe." Brent smiled.

"Preston! You should get going, you're gonna be late." Vince yelled.

"I know pops, I'm just getting dressed." Preston yelled back.

Preston scoured through his dresser, trying to find the clothes to wear for his reunion with his father. His biological parents gave him up for adoption when he was a baby, so this will be the first time meeting his father. How was he supposed to dress for an occasion like this.

He threw on his lucky jockstrap, hoping it would give him as much luck as it does in his rugby games. Then he pulled up some grey jeans, leaving them untied while he decided if it looked good.

He stared at the mirror for a bit, undecided on the jeans. And while staring at the mirror, he brushed his hair and combed his beard, wondering if he should shave.

"Preston, hurry up!" Vince yelled again.

"Just a second!" Preston responded.

He quickly buttoned up his jeans and threw on a plain white t-shirt before rushing downstairs. He haphazardly threw on his shoes and a red hat, matching his lucky jockstrap. Just before rushing out the door, his dad's stopped him.

"Be careful, okay?" Brent asked.

"I will, dad." Preston chuckled.

"We love you." Vince added as Preston ran out the door.

"Love you too."

Preston floored it down the road. Luckily his father didn't live far down the road. His brakes screeched as his parked on the side of the road. He was shocked at how run down the neighbourhood looked, each townhome looked old and disheveled. On top of that, every guy he's seen since he entered this neighbourhood has been at least 300 pounds of lard. Preston scoffed at the thought that some people let themselves get to that point.

He squinted as he looked for the address he was given, finally spotting it a few homes down from where he parked. He walked up to the driveway, noticing that the garage door was open. As he got closer, Preston saw a man sitting in the garage, presumably his father. Though his excitement was slightly ruined by the strong smell of beer and cigars coming from the garage. Getting closer, whatever excitement he still had was completely stifled when he got a good look at his father.

The man was laid back on a lawn chair in the middle of the garage, his large frame spilling over the edges of the chair. He was holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigar in the other. His button up was undone, letting his exposed gut spill out onto his lap.

"Hey, I think I got the wrong *cough* address, I'm looking for a *cough* man named Travis." Preston asked the man while trying to swat away the smoke.

"Yer' lookin at him, son." Travis said in a thick southern accent.

Preston's stomach dropped when it was confirmed that the slob of a man in front of him was indeed his father. He couldn't believe he was related to a man like that, he had always been active and sporty just like his two dad's. He always figured his biological parents must have been pretty active, but that image of his family was being shattered. I guess it makes sense why he never struggled to bulk for the rugby season.

"C'mon in son, have a beer." Travis pulled out a bottle from the mini fridge behind him.

"I'm okay thanks." Preston politely declined, standing at a healthy distance from his father.

"C'mon in, I don't bite." Travis motioned with his hands. "I was drinkin these when I was half yer age, just try one will ya." He held out the beer.

Preston had never had a beer before. His dad's let him try wine a couple of times, but he hated it so he had interest in drinking alcohol, even if was of age now. But he wanted to at least try to have a relationship with his father, so he took the beer. His hand brushed against Travis' as he took the beer, a strange sensation shot through his hand, almost like an electric shock. He figured it was nothing.

"Good boy, it'll loosen ya up a bit." Travis smiled.

Preston tried twisting the cap off, but it didn't budge.

"Give it here." Travis chuckled as he pulled out a bottle opener. "You need a bottle opener for that, I don't buy any of that twist off sissy bulshit they make nowadays." He continued while popping off the cap with ease. "Here, keep the opener. I got a feeling yer gonna need it."

Preston awkwardly put the bottle opener in his pocket, figuring it would make his dad happy if he just went along for now. Though he could see Travis impatiently waiting for him to have a sip of beer.

He lifted the beer to his lips and tilted the bottle up. The cold liquid slid down his throat. It was a bit weird at first, but it quickly started to taste good. He kept going and going, like his body wouldn't let him pull the bottle away from his mouth. Not like he would want to, this was the best thing he had ever tasted. It kicked in quick too, he started to feel slow and lethargic.

A warm and fuzzy feeling started in Preston's stomach, slowly spreading throughout his body. He instinctively raised his free hand to scratch his belly. It felt round and soft, pressing tightly against his shirt. But for some reason, that felt right to him. In fact, the thought of growing made him feel better, it made him feel strong. His dick started to grow hard as his clothes continued to tighten against his swelling body. His pecs were starting to resemble moobs, and his love handles were beginning to spill over his waist band.

He drank every last drop from the bottle before putting it down. His father looked proud, which further increased that nice warm feeling in his belly. But just before he could say something, a loud burp erupted from the depths of his stomach. As he burped, his modest belly rapidly expanded into a thick ball belly, growing from slightly chubby to extremely overweight in moments.

Preston looked down at his expanding belly. He couldn't see his dick or his feet anymore, he could only see the constant reminder of his gluttony jutting out in front of him.

"Dad... why am I gettin so fat?" Preston asked his father.

"Cuz yer part of the family. Every man in this family becomes a fat slob on their 21st birthday. It's about becomin a man, a real man. Nothing like those skinny liberals you call yer father's." Travis explained.

"But... dad..." Preston tried to talk, but was having trouble thinking.

"Shhhh don't talk son, just have another beer." Travis handed him another bottle.

Preston pulled out his trusty bottle opener and easily popped the cap off the bottle.

"Good boy." Travis said, proud of the man his son was becoming.

Preston started chugging the beer while Travis continued his monologue.

"I was like you when I was just a boy. Skinny, weak, political. My pops made me the strong traditional man I am today, and his father did the same to him. Just like you'll do to your son when he grows up."

Preston's clothes began to strain as his body continued to grow. His gut started to hang over his jeans, sagging under its own immense weight. His love handles also spilled over his jeans, making his silhouette look wide and round. His soft pecs swelled into thick man tits that sagged onto his gut.

The button on his jeans popped off, launching across the garage as fat piled into his juicy ass. And a stain of pre cum started to form in his jeans while he massaged his growing gut.

"I'm so proud of you Preston, yer growin so big already." Travis remarked. "And it's not only our sons we can use this God given ability on. We can turn any weak little man into a big strong man, like they were meant to be. Some men choose to walk down a dark path that leads to communism and dieting instead of traditional values and hearty meals, God gave us this ability to save those men from themselves."

Preston finished his second beer, letting out an even louder burp than last time, being heard throughout the neighborhood. As he did so, his tiny clothes finally gave out, leaving him in nothing but a red hat and his lucky jockstrap which is digging into his soft waist.

"Daddy... *Buuuuuurp* I..." Preston tried to speak.

"You want to get fatter and make yer family proud, right son?" Travis asked.

"Yes..." Preston responded.

"Good boy, now drink up." Travis handed him another beer.

Preston tried to look back towards the street, where multiple men were stood watching. He tried to cover up his fat naked body, but it was no use.

"Don't look at them, son. Look at me. If you want to make yer pops proud, you drink that beer." Travis pulled attention away from the onlookers.

Preston simply nodded and started chugging again.

"All those men out there are proud of the man yer becomin'. They used to be weak, just like yer adoptive daddies, but I fixed them. I fixed every man in this neighborhood. And I can't wait for you to do the same to yer daddies." Travis said.

"You can fix my daddies?" Preston asked, a thick southern accent starting to take over.

"Of course I can, son. And yer gonna help me." Travis said getting up from his chair. "Now let's get'ya in some clothes."

As his father went searching for a set of clothes that would fit him, Preston finally started growing accustomed to his new body. He had to lean back just to balance out the immense weight of his gut, and he had to spread his arms and legs just to stop them from chaffing. A sense of pride washed over his face, once unsure, he was now unwavering in his confidence. His dull smile was now a permanent sign of his blissful ignorance, he was a proud conservative man just like his father. Tasked with saving other men from their weakness.

"Here ya are, son." Travis tossed him a t-shirt and pants, "they'll be a bit tight cuz ya turned out to be bigger than I thought, but that's somethin' to be proud of."

After taking an unusual amount of time getting his clothes on, Preston confidently looked at himself in the mirror. His clothes were right and his gut spilled out of his new shirt, a public reminder of his manliness. He pulled up his shirt, showing off his rotund gut and his thick man tits, and took a picture.

"Alright son, you ready to see yer daddies?" Travis asked while walking to Preston's car.

"Sure am." He responded with a devilish grin.

The two squeezed into Preston's car, both having to adjust their seats as far back as possible. With his gut touching the wheel, and his head nearly touching the ceiling, Preston floored it back to his place. His dick was leaking at the thought of his adoptive dad's becoming like him. It didn't help that his fat jiggled with the slightest bump in the road, making the stain in his pants even larger.

His tires squeeze as he pulls into his driveway.

"You go in the front door, I'll head 'round back to see if I can catch one of 'em off guard." Travis said as he got out of the car.

Preston simply nodded in response. Travis swiftly, or at least as swiftly as he could, made his way around the house to the backyard. Preston struggled for a moment trying to get out of his car before waddling up to his front door. His heart was pounding, both from the walk up to the door and from the thought of seeing his pops.

He braced for a moment before opening the door and walking inside. Vince was by the closet getting ready for work, seemingly unaware of Preston's presence.

Preston watched for a moment as his father contemplated which tie he wanted to wear. He grunted in disapproval at his grey tie and swapped it out for a pink one.

"What a weak little man." Preston thought.

Vince then grabs an expensive looking suit jacket and throws it on.

"Pops always told me that 'the suit makes the man'." Preston continued to think of things about his father he now despised.

Vince adjusted his suit one last time, making sure it was perfect before turning to leave. He flinched when he finally made eye contact with his son. You could see his kind struggling to process the situation. First he flinched because he didn't recognize Preston, but he quickly relaxed when he realized it was his son. Then fear took over his face once again when he saw the 150 pounds of fat that had engulfed Preston's body.

"Preston?" He asked, his voice was trembling. "Is that you?"

"Sure is pops. In all my glory." Preston said confidently as his slapped his gut.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?!" Vince rushed to help his son.

"My father showed me the error of my ways, the error of yer ways."

"What are you talking about?" Vince asked, now full on panicking.

"You'll see, everyone will see." Preston raised his voice, now sporting an unmistakable deep southern accent.

He grabbed Vince's hand, an electric shock surge from his hand into his father's. Almost immediately, Vince froze. His body was motionless and his eyes went blank.

Preston happily watched on as his adoptive father started to rapidly pack on the pounds. It started with his stomach. Once flat, it quickly started to grow rounder and stick out further. It grew larger than a basketball, sticking out of his suit jacket. It swelled until his dress shirt was at its limit and his gut was spilling over his belt. Although it was still much smaller than both Preston's and Travis', he was still left with a sizable pot belly that protruded in front of him.

Next his chest starts to inflate. The once athletic looking man became buried under a layer of fat. His pecs softened and swelled into a thick pair of moobs that showed through his tight shirt. His arms also got covered in a thick layer of fat, filling out the empty space in his sleeves.

Preston smiled when he heard Vince's dress pants start to rip as his ass inflated, becoming wide but still perky, perfectly filling out his pants. He wasn't as lucky with his belt, however, as his waistline expanded by over 8 inches, snapping his belt in the process. The rest of his pants filled out nicely as his legs swelled with fat.

Finally, his blank face started to change. His ragged features became softer as his face fattened. His cheeks widened and his nose grew, his jawline melted away as a double chin formed. Luckily his beard grew out, covering most of the damage. And his hair suddenly became gelled and combed to the side, making him look professional despite barely fitting into his clothes.

"Oh, hello Preston." Vince said, finally coming back to. "Did you put on weight since I last saw you, it looks good on you kid." He said pinching Preston's belly.

"Thanks Vince." Preston responded.

- Meanwhile -

Travis huffed and puffed as he made it around the house and into the backyard. He seems to have caught Brent just as he was getting into the pool. Travis sneered at the image of Brent's shirtless body. Skinny and well toned, especially for his age. A sign of weakness is all Travis saw.

"Who are you!?" Brent jumped as he noticed the stranger in his backyard.

"I'm Travis, Preston's father." Travis said with a fake smile.

"Oh..." Brent paused for a moment, his eyes scanning Travis' enormous body. "Brent." He responded, reaching for a handshake.

"Glad to meet'ya." Travis said, shaking his hand.

It was almost comical to contrast between the two men's hands. Travis' were thick and calloused from years hauling equipment for his trucking company, while Brent's were sleek and elegant. The contrast wouldn't last for long, however, as a spark of electricity quickly shot from Travis' hand into Brent.

Brent flinched and pulled his hand away, but he was too late. His expression went blank and he stopped moving. The hand he made contact with started to swell. His sleek fingers were stuffed with fat as his hand plumped up. The definition in his arm faded under a thick layer of fat, making it sag under its own weight.

The transformation continued up his arm and into his body. Every part of him was starting to expand. His shoulders broadened, pecs softened, and his flat stomach started to round out. Within seconds he had a pot belly larger than Vince's. It seemed to throw him off balance and he started stumbling backward.

He tripped and fell back first into the pool, creating a large splash in the process. Travis watched in satisfaction as Brent's silhouette under the water was growing larger and larger.

As he grew fatter, he started floating back to the surface. Eventually a soft belly was poking out of the water's surface.

Moments later, Brent came to and pulled his head out of the water. His face was visibly fatter, with chubby cheeks that made his face look much wider and a double chin hiding under his beard.

"You see that Travis!" Brent yelled in a thick southern accent. "I must'a made a real big splash." He chuckled.

"I sure did!" Travis laughed. "Now why don't you come on inside so we can talk business."

Brent slowly made his way to the steps at the end of the pool. He took each step carefully, clearly struggling with his new body. And as he did so, more and more of his body was revealed. His pecs had swollen into soft man tits that sagged into his arm pits. His gut was by far the largest in the family, putting Travis' to shame. His love handles spilled over his skin tight speedo, making his body much wider. Speaking of which, his speedo was barely holding on as it tried to hold his fat ass and thick fat pad. And finally his massive thighs that made him spread his legs just to be able to walk.

Brent proudly approached Travis, gut first as always, eager to talk to him about their trucking business. The two squeezed through the back door into the living room where Preston had just finished up with Vince.

"Good job, son." Travis said with pride.

"Thanks dad!"

"Now for business," Travis huddled with the newly transformed Brent and Vince. "Now as you know, your uncle's and I have built this trucking business from nothing..."

Preston looked confused for a moment before it clicked. Vince and Brent weren't his adoptive dad's, why would he need adoptive dad's when he's got a father already. They're his uncles who helped raise him as if he were there own.

"Brent and I as the truckers and Vince as the fancy business man." Travis said while yanking on Vince's expensive looking suit. "But that's besides the point, I'm gettin' off topic. Since you're an adult now, we want to start training you to be a trucker."

"Really?" Preston asked.

"Of course, son. We want you to pass on the family business so it can keep going for generations. Every kid you have can grow up to be big fat truckers just like you and me."

"You would really pass on the business to me." Preston's said excitedly.

"Now don't get too ahead of yer'self son, that won't be anytime soon. But when we're too old and too fat to run the business, that's when you'll take over. By then I'm sure you'll have recruited enough men to do the job, just like I taught ya." Travis monologued. "Now, who's ready for a big meal?"

"I am!"

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Come on, show them to me, please. I'm not some man; I will be respectful. Look, if it does make you more comfortable, I can show them first, not that I have much to offer, but I think you're accustomed to having the biggest boobs in the room." You said, revealing your slender but rather curveless figure.

You weren't ugly, but you lacked that oomph that you needed to have the hourglass shape of your dream. It had been hard, but you finally found a lesbian with big tits that was free and available for a date with you. She was terrible, and while this made it harder for her to open up (both literally and physically), it had made it much more enjoyable, like if you were the hunter and she were the prey. "Okay, but be gentle. Since I'm still growing, I'm super sensitive." She said with a sliver of voice, removing her top.

She wasn't wearing a bra. And why would she? Her perfect breasts didn't need any support. They looked even bigger now that they were free. "Still growing?" You asked without ever losing eye contact with her prized bosom. "Aren't you like 25 or something?" "I am. But women in our family tend to grow for a very long time. I'm actually quite small compared to my mother, my sisters, and my cousins." "That's very interesting," you thought. "I might pay them a visit after I'm done with her." Meanwhile, your hands were working their magic. The poor girl was having the time of her life, with her boobs being played masterfully, and was trying (poorly) to not moan constantly. Now that her defenses were down, you started working your actual magic. You slowly began to siphon away her magnificent breast. A cup size is hardly noticeable when you are as busty as her, but soon it was way more. Her mind was too filled with pleasure to notice that she was probably smaller than when she was 12.

Once you finished, you both climaxed, and she passed out. After a quick check in the mirror, you quickly prepare to leave. It's better to not be present when they wake up.

For her in particular, it would be devastating since you end up quite a bit bigger than her. She was right after all; she indeed had some more years of growth.

[fairyminnie444]

𖤐✮⋆˙♱ HOW TO ASSUME INSTANTLY ♱˙⋆✮ ✮𖤐

You assume it on knowing that it has already happened. There is no “how” because it is not an effort, it is a natural state. You simply know that you already have it. In the same way that you know your name without having to constantly reaffirm it, you know that you already have everything you want.

If you feel yourself questioning or doubting, go back to the feeling of already being the person who has it. Ask yourself: If I already had it all right now, how would I feel? How would I think? What would I do? And just embody that version of you.

Just affirm it, feel it and don't contradict it. And if you have to do something contrary or think something contrary, >know< in the exactly same way that it doesn't change anything. Accept that It's simple and easy.

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

Wrong Hotel Room

Kara was walking around this hotel. It seemed like your normal Marriott type hotel but it held a weird magic power that could effect the people staying there in various ways.

Kara went into her room and as she went in she saw the things in her room change. Her clothing became folded up male button up shirts. Khakis. And she looked at her shoes on the ground changing into size 13 men’s shoes.

Kara was shocked but in the coming moments her body began to grow and get larger. Muscles filled out. Her breasts became pecs, as a dusty of hairs appeared on them and went down to her hardening stomach.

He felt a pulling sensation as his new cock formed between his thickening legs, as his feet began to grow and expand. The toes thickened and heels became calloused. They broke out of his small sandals, as Kara looked the mirror to see his face changing in front of his eyes.

Hank watched as his hair receded and finished changing. His face aged and changed as his features became more mature and into his 40s. His hairline receded upward, as blue trunks appeared on his legs. Hank’s mind quickly reset as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Time to get a swim in” he said thinking about going to the hotels pool.

[ilikeit-art]

Sometimes, all it takes to change is a simple move.

[bigwishes]

Bulked Up

Ryan sat in the sauna listening to his stomach grumbling once again.

He had been cutting just under 2 months and it was starting to become unbearable, His abs were starting to look incredible and the veins on his arms made him look like a giant however his constant grumbling stomach made him question if he even wanted to stick to it.

Once again his stomach grumbled and Ryan moaned out of discomfort.

"fuck dude, I wish I could be full and not starving all the time, just get to fucking eat"

Ryan's could feel what he thought was a large bubble rising up in his gut, he didn't know what the sensation was but, he slowly stopped feeling like he was starving and started to feel more content.

---

Later that night Ryan was sitting on his bed, he expected to feel like he was starving to death by now but nothing, if anything he felt ever so slightly bloated, as if he ate too much for breakfast.

His body dysmorphia began to creep back in as he saw his abs starting to slack, looking like when they were only just starting to show at the start of his cut.

Ryan stood up and wandered over to the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed. He looked in the mirror noticing a few extra pounds and it was only confirmed as he pinched the side of his waste to see his finder tips fill with a grip of bulk season fat.

"err, i swear I was leaner by now"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

A massive belch suddenly blasted out from Ryan's mouth.

---

The next morning Ryan woke up and slowly rolled out of bed, something was weird, he was feeling, stuffed, like he had eaten 3 family dinners to himself, but his mind quickly faded from those thoughts when he saw himself in the mirror.

His abs were almost entirely gone at this point, his gut and muscled were bulked up and he looked like he had taken a bear mode bulk too far for over a year.

"What the fuck, how come I'm getting bigger, Ive hardly eaten anything!" Ryan's gut let out a loud grumble and his grabbed it with both hands gritting his teeth. His stomach slowly started to expand and his barely visible abs completely disappeared under his muscle gut. His muscles slowly got bigger and bigger too, although covered in a slight layer of winter weight. a pound of muscle for half a pound of fat. Bigger and bigger, Ryan had no idea what was happening to him, he wanted it to stop, months of work to see his abs again vanished in an instant.

By the end of it, he was a giant beast, you still knew he was a bodybuilder but it looked like he was on the ass end of a 3 year bulk.

He felt so heavy, he was the biggest he had ever been. You could still see his powerful muscles and core underneath the bearish meat and the moment he flexed there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was a bodybuilder, even his abs powerfully poked out on the sides.

Ryan groaned as he rubbed his stomach, feeling totally stuffed. As he walked across the room to get a closer look his his new bigger body in the mirror he couldn't help but grab a protein bar from the box on top of his dresser and start eating it.

He flexed in the mirror, unable to even process he was chowing down on his 2nd protein bar within 50 seconds, all he really knew was he was big, and was so full he thought he'd never need to eat again.

As he swallowed another mouthful of double choc protein he felt it struggle to get to his stomach, like he was too full for anything.

"fuck, wish I could get rid of some of this pressure"

-uuuurrppp

Ryan chuckled, at the perfect timing of his words when he suddenly let out another ridiculous belch.

"uughh"

Ryan stumbled backwards sitting on his bed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up at the mirror and his mouth cocked open UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

a titanic belch echoed out of Ryan's mouth.

"fuck" he muttered as he mindlessly bit off another chunk of the chewy protein bar. Almost the instant he swallowed he let out another beast like burp.

---

Poor Ryan couldn't figure out the power his words had, he didn't know some guardian angle was following him granting his wishes to make his life easier and more enjoyable, but hopefully he works it out soon as the beast only had one wish left...

[cinnamoncilla]

TONIGHT IS OUR NIGHT WE SHIFT

[briannasluvrr]

Say it with me now :

I do not need to say completely still

I do not need to be in a completely silent place and I do not need to meditate for two hours in order to enter the void state to manifest what I want or to shift to my desired reality

I can do anything I can move

I can scratch those itches

I can be in a loud place, in a loud classroom full of annoying students, in a subway, in public

I can meditate for only five minutes. I can literally just by taking deep breaths and affirm and I will shift I will enter the void state I will manifest that is how simple it is 

Telling yourself otherwise telling yourself the exact opposite of this is a limited belief. Get that out of your head. Get that shit out of your system. You can shift, you can manifest, you can enter the void state in under five minutes.

Time isn’t even a REAL THING.

Xoxo, Brianna 💋

[occamstfs]

Man-Candle

Under the guise of a gag-gift Chad gives his bookish friend a candle based on his own b.o. Little does Stephen know, as soon as he lights the wick he sets off to join the jock in sweaty abandon.

Very musk forward Jock TF! Hope you enjoy this story of Stephen's scent-based (new)self-discovery, Best! -Occam

His ears ring with tinnitus as he opens the gift. It’s as if an explosion has gone off as he tries to process the pancake in his hands. Everything in him says to laugh, it’s clearly a gag gift, a Man-Candle? His mouth is dry and all the blood in his head rushes to its other epicenter as Stephen looks up, eyes wide, to the man who by all appearances has given him a candle of his own musk, Chad.

His cocky grin is a perfect likeness of the one on the candle’s label staring up from Stephen’s lap. Chad’s expression grows even smarmier as he winks and raises an arm to smell his pit. Stephen’s face burns red as he sees the clear patch of grey that must have been fermenting all morning, his cock bumps against the package.

Chad’s eyes shoot immediately to the sound and his smirk shifts and an eyebrow’s raised in curiosity, excited that his friend must quite like the gift. Stephen speaks up quickly, lest the two brain cells bouncing around the jock’s skull stumble across any ideas, “What the fuck?” The first volley, bounces off Chad’s steel confidence. The second “what the fuck,” causes an eye narrow as the idea that this may be a misstep finally occurs to him, the third repetition of Stephen’s new mantra apparent gets through through Chad’s thick skull.

The jock’s arm remains raised to scratch his back and Stephen’s cock is more than happy to see the grey patch return and his mind must remain focused on not staring directly at the few pit hairs sneaking above his sleeve. Chad clears his throat awkwardly, “I mean bro… Chicks are always talking about how they love, huh- y’know,” he gestures to the air around him, “my aura. Just thought, you know, uhhh- a dude like you might too?”

The jock braces as he sees Stephen’s eyes narrow as he clearly winds up to somehow lash out. Unfortunately for the twink he takes a deep breath to start and is hit with the full force of the man’s ‘aura,’ it catches him off guard and underneath the package his cock pushes again. Stephen grits his teeth and averts his eyes as he tries to hide his desire, “Chad! Those are people you’re sleeping with! I’m just- This is-” Stephen does everything in his power to quiet his lust as he finishes, “Why would I want this?” 

Chad tongues his cheek and juts his stubbled jaw. Scratching his meaty stomach in thought, Stephen can hear the hairs dragged underneath the jock’s tight shirt. Making up his mind Chad decides to speak on the elephant, or moreover the trunk, in the room. Nodding to the gift poorly hiding Stpehen’s erection, Chad shrugs “I mean bro, seems like you’re enjoying it just fine.” 

“Jesus Christ, fucking straight men!” As unfortunately turned on as Stephen is from the gift and the hunk he has long tried to not be attracted to, at the highlighting of his out of control cock he finds the will to defend his paltry dignity. Though instead of speaking up as his mind is not running on all cylinders, his hands instead reach for anything not breakable to hurl at the man still smirking.

Pillows fly at the man as he continues to try and explain his thoughts, “Yo bro! Watch it-” he grabs one to use as a shield against the continued volley, “I mean I can take it back if you want!” Stephen’s dreams of salvaging dignity perhaps fall to the wayside as this remark causes the hardest throw yet. Chad smirks behind the pillow and finally gets to the door, “Whatever dude! I’ll see ya later! Once you’ve cooled off a bit-” 

Chad stands behind the closed door with a shit-eating grin on his face, straight men huh. Awfully dismissive of the bi jock’s identity but whatever. He listens to Stephen huff and unbox the candle through the wall, unaware that the real gift is to come when he finally lights that bad boy up. Whenever the pair get drunk enough it always devolves into Stephen wishing he’d hit the gym more and Chad begging for his friend to join him. He’d love nothing more than a gym bro he can fuck, and soon enough, unless Stephen has the strength to nip his blue balls in the bud, both wishes are to be granted.

It does not take long for already riled-up Stephen to give in to his curious urges. As soon as the scent of Chad in the air dissipates and he hears the front door of his apartment close, the countdown begins. Stephen stares at the obnoxiously smug photo of Chad on the candle and narrows his eyes, “I mean surely it’s a bit? It can’t actually smell like him specifically? Seems hm, expensive to do.” 

He bites his lip as he shakily goes to remove the lid, driven by a mind less than conscious and more than hungry. Mouth on the precipice of watering, as soon as the seal is cracked the scent washes over him like a tidal wave. Somehow more powerful, more alluring than the real thing. Rich and grimy, and indisputably the essence of Chad distilled into waxen form.

His eyes are glazed over and his mouth is now pooling with drool. It's anyone’s guess as to how the candle gets lit, but so it does. Stephen falls back onto the couch as his hands struggle to free his cock quick enough from pants that force it down at an awkward angle. It finally bounces free, flinging more pre than he’s ever produced upward. Droplets land just shy of his own face as his mouth falls wantonly open and his hands begin their gleeful work.

The creation of Eau De Chad was not light work, the boiling down of man into a single candle is quite the ask. Perhaps even more so than the transformative magic that it is to instill in Stephen. Within the candle are notes from every musky epicenter of Chad’s being, more than powerful enough to distract Stephen as he begins his journey into a musky jock’s shoes himself.

Foremost of the mind-numbing notes that the lost man is bathing himself in is perhaps the one he’s smelled the least. As strong as in his jock after a workout, sweaty pubes and dripping pre. The medley of scents from Chad’s crotch is so powerful that even without clearly even knowing the source it’s on the tip of Stephen’s tongue, much like he would dream to have on his tongue in reality.

Each breath pulling him deeper than the last, Stephen continues to paw at his cock now free to the open, musky air. With each kneading thrust his hands struggle to encompass his dick as it begins to change. Years of pushing down primal desires for his friend, the Adonis, evaporate into the air as he pictures himself working Chad’s cock. Breathing and licking the heady swear straight from the source.

He imagines working the larger man’s spit-covered cock and with each new image in his mind his own beast begins to reform. Dripping more pre than he’s produced in his life up to this point, his hips thrust into wanting hands as his dick thickens and spears high into the air. Lengthening to press against his sternum, veins bulge and criss-cross across its length as its head regrows a foreskin he never had the chance to enjoy.

When his smaller hands, unable to truly satisfy or encompass his new rod, shift down to try and cup balls bulging larger and pumping him full of masculinity, he hears them scratch against the new jungle of growing pubes. Though the jock tries to keep his chest relatively hairless, under the belt hair growth is wild enough to more than make up for it, and as Stephen begins changing into his new musky lover, he seems to be of the same persuasion.

The candle wick flickers as a new scent begins to rise in prominence. This one Stephen recognizes all too well, though usually poorly masked under cheap deodorant, the scent of Chad’s pits could never be truly hidden. His mouth waters as the scent washes through him and his whole body contorts in pleasure. When his own pits begin to itch he gasps and for the first time opens his eyes to find an impossibly large cock hanging over his thin thighs. His mouth quivers into a smile as the line between dream and reality shifts muddy.

For now though, for the pit fiend there is only one thing to do. He raises his arm and gasps as he sees his few pit hairs lengthening, while in between each one a few darker curls make themselves at home. Stephen forces his head into the sweaty spot and hungrily sniffs. Nose tickled by the growing jungle he moans as he encounters his own changing scent, currently overcoming his own, usually superfluous, deodorant it is but a pale imitation of Chad’s. Though it races to be something equivalent, no, greater. 

He continues taking deep breaths, switching between the candle burning strong and his own pit as his musk continues to heighten and shift. With each needy sniff it becomes clear that his odor is not the only part of him shifting. Previously undeveloped arms cramp as muscle begins to pile on. Veins pulse down their center as biceps that have scarcely known strain burn as muscle fibers break and reform to create an impressive peak.

Stephven’s face suddenly contracts into a smirk that he never quite understood before now as his arms force themselves into a pose. Flexing and exposing his newly hairy pits in what he now knows as a front lat spread, he almost laughs as his heady powerful musk begins to overpower the scent burning off the candle. 

Having not actually left the apartment, Chad puts an ear to the door as Stephven’s laughter and moans rise in volume and deepen in tone. He creaks open the door and is almost physically hit with the wave of musk as it pours out like a fog from Steven’s bedroom. His own brand mixing with the steam of sweat seeping from his new bros pits is almost more than he can handle. With every step his mind strains to not just give into his own hunger to pounce on his half-formed bro sitting in the chair. 

Hearing Steven’s socks fray and tear as a subtle note of foot funk rises to the top of the candle. Seeing his new partner’s legs fill his young-professional pants to their limit, bulging thighs pushing at and swiftly bursting the strained seams. Chad bites his lip almost to the point of drawing blood as he feels his own thighs cramp. He doesn’t know if he’s somehow growing as his new gym bro continues to edge larger or if he’s simply overwhelmed, if his own mind is too clouded from the hunger and musk.

Chad shambles towards Steven, mouth falling open as he sees the shimmering sweaty traps that have torn his shirt open. His eyes can’t look away from the newly heavy pecs that hang over his defined abs, he fights the urge to lean down and lap at the muscle as Steven delights in bouncing them. Sending cascading shadows across his sweaty core, and gaining more mass with every dancing flex.

 Instead, Chad leans in close to Steven’s delirium painted face. “Looks like ya liked my gift after all, huh Steve?” His breath mists across Steve’s face. Its heavy humidity barely overcomes the sweaty atmosphere but the sharp mint and undercurrent of musty breath underneath call to his nose like smelling salts. 

His jaw cracks and widens as the changes that have overtaken him finally begin their work on the final frontier. Unable to control himself Chad licks the man’s face as it prickles with stubble. Steve’s nose breaks then reforms, his brows thicken and cast a shadow over his eyes as they lose both their color and clarity. Deepening to brown as their default state becomes glazed and thoughtless.

Feeling Chad’s sticky tongue drag on his cheek, it’s like he was struck by lightning. Every new bulging muscle in Steve’s body flexes at once and he stands to his new height, able to make direct eye contact with the man staring at him, just inches away.

Steve tackles him onto the bed, knocking over the candle and sending wax flying through the air. The pair are sparingly coated in the Chad scented candle as they begin heavily exploring Steve’s new form. As their mouths that have always been left wanting find new delight, whatever shreds of the old Stephen that are left begin to vacate.

The anxieties and priorities of a small meek man who never let his id loose disappear as he positions himself over Chad. He bites his bro’s lip and thrusts downward as he pins the massive man’s hands above his head. Masked by the pleasure of true release, he doesn’t care as his old self washes away. Memories evaporate like the sweat pouring off his form. He delights in maneuvering across Chad’s form and enjoying his musk from the source.

His tongue dances across sweaty pecs that match his own as his collection of classics on a bookshelf disappear to be replaced by free weights. Steve’s nose finally shoves its way into Chad’s pits as his extensive collection of hygiene and beauty products down the hall clatter to the floor and disappear as they’re replaced by a single bar of clinical deodorant only used for special occasions. Sleeves fall off his wardrobe of cardigans and button ups as sweat stains yellow every garment. The tops throw themselves from hangers while musty shorts and jockstraps heap into a pile on the floor.

Sweat drips from his brow as with each thrust into Chad his mind gives up the ghost. Each impossible wave of pleasure erodes his old self, each drop of sweat an idea gone, each rivulet of pre dripping down his veiny cock a sign of his intelligence drained to increase the muscle mass of his new form. After all besides pleasure nothing matters to him nearly as much as his fucking hot bod.

He feels his balls pulse as every remaining aspect of Stephen’s self shoots down and is quickly converted. His eyes roll back as he cums the few specks of self remaining in a massive load onto Chad’s sweaty abs. After a few moments of total mindlessness from the jubilee of release, Steve awakens to find himself atop his bro and simply laughs, “Huhuh woah dude that’s a fuckin’ fat load huh?” He scratches at his hairy chest and grimaces as he imagines how that’s going to hide his gains.

Seeing the thoughts on his face as the two are evermore on the same wavelength Chad pauses rubbing Steve’s cum onto his abs and offers, “Lookin’ a little rough there bro, wanna go top up and then hit the gym?” Steve smirks as his bro basically reads his mind, “Yoooo totally let’s hit it!” He punches down into his bro as he stands, smirking as he watches Chad’s cock bounce before sprinting into the restroom and prepping to get pumped.

The gym starts to clear out as the pair arrive, judging by the musk already following in their wake no one dares risk having to smell what it’s like once they actually start going. Stopping in the locker room the pair stop publicly groping and sniffing each other long enough to take a pre-workout photo, tongues out as ever. When they see some poor soul who didn’t escape the gym quick enough covering his nose they eye each other up.

“Yo dude, looks like lil’ bro over there’s gotta problem with your stink.” Steve performatively sniffs his pit and shakes his head, “Nahnah bro. It’s definitely yours, check it.” They continue to talk up eachothers musk while the young man can’t help but sit there, stunned into silence. With each new statement the pair swagger closer until their sweat may as well be dripping on the man.

Gasping as he regains awareness just as the pair are almost standing over him, the sharp intake fills his lungs with their musk as a smile creeps over his face. “Looks like lil bro’s likin’ it after all Chad.” Throwing a sweaty arm over his bro, the man who can scarcely recall that his bro hasn’t always been like this laughs, “Huhuh, well obviously bro, no shot anyone’ll be able to resist us soon.” The pair help the hazy man up and begin ushering him through the ropes, eager to have another musky jock in their image and excited to see how far their little group will grow.

[malebodytf]

This scrawny dude just stepped into the gym, barely able to lift his own weight, arms like twigs, feeling out of place among the ripped guys around him. He shuffled awkwardly, eyes darting around, when he spotted it—a cap, just lying there on a bench. He felt strangely attracted to it, like it was calling to him. He didn’t know why, he just had to put it on.

And then—boom.

His body exploded with mass, muscles surging outward like they’d been waiting for this moment. His arms thickened, veins popping. His chest swelled, his shoulders broadened, and his shirt stretched tight across his torso before it rode up, unable to contain his new size. A deep, scratchy laugh rumbled from his throat as a heavy beard sprouted across his jaw.

His mind fuzzed over, losing all that useless shit—books, numbers, thoughts that weren’t about getting huge. What had he even worried about before? Didn’t matter. What mattered was the iron. The pump. The burn.

Yeah, bruh. He belonged here. He’d been coming to this park for years, hadn’t he? Everyone knew him, respected him, admired the beast he was. He was the king here.

[localboobsenjoyer]

"Look, honey! For some reason I have my thigh gap back! Isn't it nice? The last time I had it must have been like 10 years ago when we met in college." Your splendid wife was standing naked in all of her glorious beauty for you to take in. For some in the last years, her body started changing how her body fat is distributed. It basically now goes straight to her boobs; her once unremarkable C-cup on an average build is now a massive J-cup on a much tinier waist. Her ass stayed mostly the same, and this allowed her old thigh gap to reappear, creating a silhouette with anime proportions. Her massive boobs, despite being heavily bigger, hold themselves up quite nicely and have a remarkable shape even without a bra. You didn't know what triggered this change, but you hope it keeps going because you both loved what it's doing to her body.