#story of growth

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[bloodraven55]

i’ve seen too many people arguing that marcille was already a full grown adult when she went to school at 35 despite literally all of the canon evidence indicating otherwise

[slfcare]

When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.

[slayingfiction]

Feelings Wheel

This is the feelings wheel by Geoffrey Roberts, shown to me by my therapist. My initial thought was, "what amazing synonyms to use for diverse emotional vocabulary!"

More than that, this wheel is great for understanding your characters inner motivations and reactions to situations. For example, if a character constantly feels helpless, then their overarching characteristics will be that they are fearful.

Characters who are less emotionally aware may use words and act in the inner most circle. Those much more aware of their emotions may describe themselves or express and use words from the outer most circle.

Hopefully you guys find this as helpful as I did! Let me know down in the comments.

Happy Writing!

[dreamertf]

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

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

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

Longer.

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

Stronger.

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

Taller.

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

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

[juniemunie]

Happy Errorink Day y'all

I did a redraw on the very art that started off my brainrot on these two for nearly a decade,,, wowie

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Ink!Sans by @comyet

Error!Sans @loverofpiggies

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and because i couldn't resist-

[icecreampizzer]

Also really loved the antigrandma's design so I drew her too :] extremely normal old woman yuri in the cookie clicker

[growthhyp]

I was looking at a rummage sale and saw this amulet with a bear on it. I am a geeky guy do you think it will make me look cool or hot at all?

The Bear Amulet

You blinked, squinting at the sudden burst of light as you stepped out of the cool, shadowy alley and into the sunlit garage sale. The concrete underfoot was a stark contrast to the cobblestone street behind you, a patchwork of greasy stains and discarded rubber. You were a geek through and through, more comfortable with circuits than crowds, but something had drawn you here today. Perhaps it was the curiosity of what treasures the neighbors had deemed worthless. Or maybe it was the towering figure of the burly man, his arms folded over a chest that could double as a shelf, watching over the assortment of knickknacks and dust-covered relics like a modern-day Viking guarding his hoard.

Your eyes scanned the tables, passing over chipped mugs, yellowed paperbacks, and a lamp that looked like it hadn't seen electricity since the '70s. Nothing caught your fancy until your gaze fell upon a small, wooden amulet nestled among a pile of costume jewelry. A bear was carved into its surface, its fierce gaze seemingly boring into yours. The moment your fingers brushed against the rough wood, an inexplicable pull tugged at your core. Without a second thought, you plucked it from its resting place and held it up to the light. It was cheap, probably not even real wood, but there was something… mesmerizing about it. The bear's eyes seemed to gleam with a life of their own, and before you knew it, you were fishing out a few bucks to claim it as yours.

Back in your home, the air-conditioned bliss was a welcome respite from the heat outside. You sat cross-legged on the floor, the amulet lying in the palm of your hand. As the chilly air hit the metal, the room was filled with a faint, golden glow. The bear's eyes grew brighter, almost taunting you to put it on. With a shrug, you slipped the leather thong over your neck, feeling the weight of the amulet settle between your collarbones. Looking into your bedroom mirror, you couldn't help but smirk at your reflection. The geek with the bear necklace was a new look for you, but there was something… right about it. The bear's gaze seemed to meet yours in the mirror, and you felt a strange kinship with the beast.

Days turned into weeks, and the hair growth was undeniable. It started as a faint shadow on your cheeks, but before you knew it, your chin was adorned with a thick, dark beard that rivaled that of any Viking. Your chest grew more hairy, and your back and arms were covered in a furry pelt that thickened by the day. The heat was unbearable; you found yourself shedding layers of clothing whenever you could, leaving you in nothing but your boxers at home. The air was thick with the scent of male musk, a heady aroma that filled every corner of your home. Despite the initial shock, you couldn't deny the allure of this newfound virility. You felt powerful, like you could take on the world with nothing but your bare hands.

Then, one sweltering afternoon, as you lay on your couch, the amulet's odor grew too potent to ignore. It hung around your neck, a constant reminder of the transformation it had brought upon you. With a grimace, you took it off and headed to the bathroom. The warm water of the sink washed away the grime and sweat, and as the wooden veneer began to dissolve, the true nature of the amulet revealed itself. Underneath the cruddy exterior, a gleaming gold bear shone back at you, its eyes set with glittering emeralds. You gasped, realizing you had been wearing a fortune around your neck, all this time. The amulet was no mere trinket but a relic of value far beyond your wildest dreams.

As you dried your hands, a sudden heat surged through your veins, and your cock twitched in your shorts, demanding attention. You couldn't fight the urge anymore; you pulled it out, feeling its hardness like a steel rod, pulsating with the beat of your heart. The moment your hand wrapped around your shaft, your body began to change.

You couldn't believe what was happening. You had never felt this kind of all-consuming lust before. Each stroke of your hand sent waves of pleasure through you, and as the precum leaked from the tip of your cock, it seemed to sizzle in the air like liquid fire. Your voice had dropped an octave, now a gruff rumble that matched the primal desires burning within you. The amulet grew warm against your chest, its bear seeming to roar in approval of your transformation.

As you stroked, your body began to shift and contort. Your muscles bulged outwards, tearing through your clothes like they were made of tissue paper. Your chest grew so wide that your ribs felt like they could crack, and your abs became a series of rock-hard slabs that rippled with every breath. Your biceps and triceps swelled to the size of bowling balls, your veins popping with the pressure of the blood surging through them. Your legs grew thick and powerful, and you felt as if you could crush concrete with a single flex.

The bear on the amulet grew more defined, the gold seemingly alive as it absorbed the light in the room. Your cock was now a monstrous appendage, stretching to lengths you never thought possible. You jerked it harder, feeling the power of the transformation coursing through every inch of you. The precum was a river now, lubricating the furious pace of your hand as you worked towards climax. Your mind was rewritten with each stroke, your love for computers and fading like a distant memory. All you could think of now was the gym, the heavy weights, the grunts of effort and the sweet scent of sweat.

As the pressure built, so did the heat. Your skin was on fire, not from embarrassment, but from the raw power that surged through your veins. Each grunt grew deeper, more primal, until it was a roar that matched the bear on the amulet. Your cock was a living thing in your hand, a beast that demanded to be fed with pleasure until it could take no more.

With a final, guttural grunt, you erupted. Cum shot out of you like a geyser, painting the floor with sticky ropes of white-hot ecstasy. The moment of release was accompanied by a final, earth-shattering shift in your body. Your cock grew even larger, reaching down to your knees as you stumbled backward, the weight of your newfound manhood almost too much to bear. The muscles across your chest and back bulged, stretching your skin taut as you flexed, feeling the power that now coursed through you. You had become a creature of pure, unbridled strength, a man that could bend steel bars and hoist cars with ease.

Your eyes snapped open, the world coming into focus with newfound clarity. You looked down at your transformed body and couldn't help but smirk at the reflection of the Adonis that now stood before you. The bear on the amulet seemed to be smiling back, as if proud of the beast it had created. You felt like a god, your confidence soaring through the stratosphere. You flexed your arms, the muscles popping and dancing under your skin like a symphony of power, and you grunted in satisfaction. The sound reverberated through the room, a declaration of dominance that sent a shiver down your spine.

[aychama]

Crossing paths.

[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!!

[heartorbit]

something something sewing event

[jorenilee]

my daughters.........

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

pokemon trainer kohane anyone?

[madeinheaven2008]

[ai-musclebound]