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December 25: Antoine Vaillant

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Bodybuilder Antoine Vaillant’s phone lit up with a text: Merry Christmas! 

Antoine fidgeted relentlessly at his desk, hissing under his breath as he typed up an email that he needed to send to a sponsor. His impressive gym-built biceps would jostle against the obscenely large pectorals that were attached his muscular chest every so often as he struggled to type on his keyboard, making the top-heavy hunk shudder. His trimmed beard did little to cover up the blush that was taking over his face. Speaking of which, the prickles from his jaw scrapping up against the tops of the hairy muscle mounds sent sparks of pleasure throughout him even more, rendering him nearly incapable of typing a single sentence. The dark hairs that covered his pecs only intensified the hypersensitivity, and the sensation of his button-down rubbing up against his hard, nubby nipples should have been enough to have him blow a load in his pants on the spot.

However, despite the near overwhelming pleasure the older bodybuilder was feeling at his desk, his rock hard seven inches refused to give him any release. Instead it throbbed as it was placed tightly against his muscled thighs.

The bodybuilder frowned as he looked in the mirror that was in his office. He took great care of himself and his body. As a professional bodybuilder, Antoine knew the ins and outs of the gym, and it clearly showed. At 6’0’’ and approximately 250 pounds of meaty muscle, he was a beast of a man. Plus, during his offseason, he’d allow all of that bulging muscle to be covered in manly hair. He’d loved to saunter around, clad in tight pants and form-fitting button-downs that allowed him to display his alpha status. He completely ruled the gym and the little office he’d worked in to take care of his social media accounts. Everyone knew that he was stud— a total man’s man.

However, instead of the alpha male he was used to seeing, Antoine hated the image reflected back at him. He still retained his hard-earned muscles and his handsome looks, but all of that took a backseat to the enormous pecs he possessed thanks to a certain Christmas wish.

The bodybuilder looked as if he were smuggling two basketballs underneath his shirt that was several times larger than his usual ones, but was still strained to bursting. He’d been unable to button up the top three buttons, allowing the deep hairy top cleavage of his muscletits to be on full display. His erect, nubby nipples poked against the fabric, looking like a pair of thumbs. His pecs were so huge that they ballooned outwards at the sides as well, completely engulfing his thick neck and making it appear as if his head was resting directly atop the muscle mounds. His giant pectorals completely ruined his manly and proportional physique, causing him to come off as some freakshow who has beachball-sized pec implants.

But even more embarrassing for the stud was how sensitive they now were. It felt as if all of his body’s erogenous zones had traveled throughout Antoine’s body to center in solely on his pecs, with the epicenters being his nubby nipples. Sensations as simple as his shirt rubbing up the hairy mounds felt as good as masturbation, and Antoine’s cock always rocketed to life whenever his massive arms accidentally brushed up against his muscletits (which was often).

But that wasn’t the worst part…

“Mr. Vaillant?” a light voice called as Erik, a college intern helping to manage his socials, poked his youthful face into the bodybuilder’s office. “Your sponsor wanted me to remind you that you need to make a post of the new protein powder.”

Ever since what had happened, Antoine couldn’t help but admire some of the other men in the gym. He hated how jittery he’d get whenever he’d see another man’s pecs (which were obviously much smaller than his) pressing against their shirt or when he’d spot the large bulge in a guy’s pants. 

As he looked at Erik, he couldn’t help but admire the green tint to the young man’s eyes or how full his lips looked. The guy must’ve been an athlete in school, because his trimmed frame had some toned muscles that were still pretty sizable, albeit nowhere near as huge as the champion bodybuilder’s.

Antoine’s blush deepened when he saw the twenty-one year old guy’s green eyes try their best to avoid his huge pecs. “Tell them I’ll do it tomorrow,” he grunted, waving the skinny guy away with a buff arm. “And it’s 1930. Go home.”

Erik nodded, not-so-subtilely taking one last look at the older man’s muscletits before turning around. “Yes, Sir,” he said. “Have a nice weekend.” He left and closed the door behind him.

Antoine just huffed and slammed himself away from his desk, desperate for release. As he walked to the parking garage, Antoine tried to ignore the sight of his reflection in the car windows that showed his altered posture that had to account for the heavy muscle mounds. He walked with his back arched with shoved his pecs out into the open, as if advertising them for more to stare at. Even worse was that there was a slight bounce to them with every step the stud took, making his nipples rub up his shirt over and over again, his knees going weak.

The muscle hunk hopped in his truck and barely had time to close the door behind him before his frantic fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, desperate to give his sensitive chest some much-needed relief. Antoine practically tore his shirt away from his hairy torso, his inflated pecs heaving as he sighed deep breaths of relief, his larger nipples still burning with desperate want.

“This is getting real fuckin’ old,” Antoine groaned aloud as he struggled to catch his breath, his hard cock twitching wildly in his pants. Despite how irritated he was, he was also so incredibly horny, his sensitive pecs sometimes clouding over his frustration.

The top-heavy DILF took a moment to adjust his seat in his truck, having a little difficulty with his inflated pecs pressing against the horn on the steering wheel a few times. Antoine still wasn’t used to driving with his arms fighting to reach the wheel with his enlarged chest constantly getting in the way. He would have figured that after a few days, he’d be semi-accustomed to it, but he still gasped and whimpered loudly whenever his biceps would graze a nubby nipple whenever he turned the wheel. The rumbling from the powerful engine sent rippling vibrations throughout the truck, constantly making his pecs jiggle the slightest bit, which was shockingly enough to send little darts of pleasure throughout the stud. He had began to unwisely drive without his seatbelt, risking the ticket because whenever he wore it, the strap slipped deep into his cleavage and made him howl like a slut.

Doing his best to ignore the feeling his hypersensitive pecs brought him, Antoine drove straight home. Every so often when he’d be at a red light, the stud would grope his massive chest for a while, moaning loudly like a slut as he played with his tits. He’d be so caught up in the euphoric sensations that emanated from his sensitive muscletits, that he’d only be knocked out of it whenever the car behind him would honk because the light had turned green.

The embarrassed stud sped the rest of the way home, practically sprinting inside once he arrived.

Inside, Antoine barely fared any better. His massive pecs kept jiggling with every movement he made, and they kept getting in the way as he tried to cook himself dinner. No matter what he did, Antoine was helpless to do anything besides stimulate his sensitive chest, which led to him ceasing all of his nightly chores in order to just feel himself up.

As he gripped handfuls of his tits and gave them a squeeze, Antoine couldn’t hold back the low moans that bellowed out of his muscled frame. His face was bright red with humiliation, but the embarrassment he felt paled in comparison to the intense surges of pleasure that his muscletits brought him. His nipples were almost worse— every time he brushed up against them, his knees buckled and his cock throbbed even harder.

As he played with his chest, Antoine couldn’t help but think back to how this had all started. He’d been asked by some random Santa Claus out on the street what he’d wanted for Christmas. The bodybuilder had playfully replied with, “A big set of tits.”

Then the rest was history. 

The morning after the interaction, Antoine had been horrified to wake up and discover that his pecs had magically been inflated to nearly four times their normal size.

Antoine’s masturbation session was interrupted when he heard a knock at the door, making the top-heavy bodybuilder groan with annoyance. “What?” he barked out impatiently, his nubby nipples burning with want as soon as he let go out of his muscletits.

“Mr. Vaillant! It’s me, Erik!” the small voice of his tiny assistant called out from the other side of the front door. “You forgot to take the product home with you for your posts!”

Antoine sighed but opened up the door nonetheless. Like clockwork, as soon as he stared at the younger stud in his doorway, he could feel his cock twitch a little more and his nipples continued to burn with want.

Erik, in turn, couldn’t help but not-so-subtly stare at his boss’s inflated chest, the bulge in the front of his khakis starting to harden. His cock lengthened down his leg and he hungrily licked his lips at the sight of Antoine’s huge, hairy muscletits that were out in the open.

Despite having his warped pecs out for the younger guy to gawk at, Antoine couldn’t deny the surge of lust that he felt. “Fuck it,” he grunted as he grabbed Erik’s hand and yanked him inside. 

Antoine dropped to his knees and fished Erik’s uncut seven inch cock out of his pants. The bodybuilder leaned forward and thrusted his inflated chest out more, sliding his assistant’s cock deep into the cleavage of his pecs.

“OOhhhhh!” Antoine moaned loudly as a slut as the younger man pecfucked him. The bodybuilder grabbed the back of Erik’s toned butt and kept him in place as he thrusted himself up against his cock, driving it deeper into his pec cleavage. 

Nothing he’d ever done compared to the intense sensations that Antoine was feeling from his chest now. No sex he’d ever had with a woman nor playing with his own pecs was even close to the same. Sure he was embarrassed over his actions and over having his perfect musculature warped into a top-heavy caricature, but Antoine couldn’t bring himself to truly mind in the moment.

If walking around with ultra-sensitive muscletits that were way too big and cumbersome for his bodybuilder physique meant that he could get pecfucked by cute guys, then he was game.

His moans grew into pleasured cries as Erik reached down and began to thumb the bodybuilder’s nubby nipples.

Erik tensed up and came, blowing his load all over Antoine’s heavy tits, coating them in his spunk. Antoine’s forgotten cock had already blown its own load and was already hard and ready for a second round.

“Holy shit,” Erik panted as he leaned down and gave one of Antoine’s big muscletits a playful squeeze. “Merry Christmas, Antoine.”

Antoine shuddered at the feeling of his chest being squeezed, and all he could do was respond with a bellowing moan.

[phantomfox9]

Beacon Hills Halloween

Part 1: Peter

**Disclaimer** - Inspired by the great @ultram0th, and their amazing job at providing top tier Derek Hale transformation stories all month long, I thought I might try and write a few Teen Wolf tf stories of my own. (Plus what better theme to write tf stories to than Halloween.) Please note that this isn’t me competing with ultram0th, or trying to steal their spotlight. I just felt like giving back, after all the great stories they’ve provided us with this month. Which you should definitely go and read for yourselves. This is a three part series, with the final part being released on Halloween (because I’m dramatic.) Hope you all enjoy, and Happy Halloween!

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This year the pack was throwing a Halloween party, and they had, albeit reluctantly, invited Peter to come. Normally, Peter couldn’t care less about Halloween. Just a day of the year where screaming kids run around in badly made monster costumes, pretending to be the real deal.

However this year, Peter had an idea. He thought it would be fun to wear a sexy costume to get Chris’ attention. The two men have had a not-really-friends with benefits type thing going on lately. He’d told the hunter his plan during the last pack meeting, and asked him for any ideas on what he should wear. The man had just scoffed and called him an idiot. Peter smirked, remembering the faint redness he’d seen on Chris’ cheeks.

Currently, after spending some time out in the preserve, Peter had just come back to his car that he’d parked at the edge of the forest. He was about to head home and get changed for the party, when he spotted a plastic bag lying in the passenger seat. Picking it up to inspect it, he realized that it was one of those cheap, mass produced Halloween costumes that you find at every department store this time of year. The top of the bag was labeled “The Cowboy,” and the picture on the front depicted a bearded man wearing the stereotypical cowboy hat, denim jeans, and cowboy boots.

Peter scoffed, “Really Chris? You couldn’t get something more high quality?” the werewolf said. Thinking that no one else besides the hunter would plant something like this in his car. “Who knows,” Peter thought, “Maybe he has a Brokeback Mountain fantasy? Chris definitely seems like the kind of guy who would,” he smirked. “Still, it could be fun,” he shrugged.

He stepped out of the car, costume in hand. Deciding he might as well try it on here, since no one else was around anyway. Figuring that anyone who happened to be passing by and would see him in just his underwear would be more likely to be aroused than upset. "Besides," Peter thought mischievously, "Maybe Chris is still watching from somewhere nearby. Might as well put on a show for him." Leaning into that thought, Peter slowly and teasingly stripped off his trademark low V-neck, tight jeans, and designer sunglasses; chucking them aside one by one. He then opened the bag and inspected its contents. Inside was a set of stereotypical cowboy boots, a pair of blue jeans, some chaps, a rancher’s shirt, some gloves, and the all important Stetson hat. “Not the most sinful fetish Christopher” Peter scoffed, looking at the remarkably unsexy clothing. “He better pull out all the stops tonight, if he expects me to wear this,” Peter grumbled to himself.

He begrudgingly got dressed in the costume. “Is there actual dirt on these clothes? Is this a used costume?!” Peter complained, noticing the wear and tear of the clothing. He pulled out his phone and used the camera to look at himself. “Well, it could be worse,” he admitted, “But then again, I look good in everything,” he smirked, admiring how the jeans hugged his ass. Yet as he said that, he felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.

Peter gasped as he watched the face reflected back at him change right before his eyes. His lower face became obscured, as a dark and bushy beard quickly spread over his jaw. Thicker and more shaggy than anything Peter had ever grown, or would have wanted to grow before. The changes didn’t stop there though, as he could feel an itching sensation spread over the rest of his body. Undoing the top buttons of his shirt, revealed a dense carpet of body hair, that had spread across his previously smooth chest and traveled downward to form a thick treasure trail leading into his jeans. “No No No! I just got waxed last week! What the hell is going on?!” he cried. He then watched in shock as the color and complexion of his skin changed. Where before his skin was evenly colored, thanks to regular tanning sessions, it now appeared redder in some areas and paler in others.  His skin also grew tougher and more weathered. Like the kind you’d get if you spent most of your life working outside in the hot sun.

“Nhhhhyyyhhh!”

Peter jumped at the startling sound! Dropping his phone, he spun around to see what the source of it was. He gaped. There, where his Shelby Mustang had been parked moments before, was now an Actual Mustang. A real live horse! “What’s happening?!” he cried out. The horse was obviously spoked, crying out and shifting nervously. Peter, reacting without even thinking, grabbed the lead and steadied the frightened horse. “Easy. Easy. You’re alright,” he said soothingly. As he petted the horse to calm it down, he didn’t even notice his jean covered ass hardening. The muscles becoming even thicker and more dense from spending years riding horses. The back of his jeans stretched and strained tightly against its contents. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re alright,” Peter whispered soothingly to the now calm horse. To show its thanks, the horse gave Peter a friendly lick.

Peter blinked, his mind feeling like it just got reset. His head felt both incredibly full and empty at the same time. What was he doing again? Why was he out in the forest with a horse? Why was he dressed in these clothes? His clothes? Why wouldn’t he be dressed in his clothes? What else would he be wearing? Peter shook his head and chuckled. “Must be spending too much time in the sun, huh girl?" he laughed. Now he remembered why he was here. The herd had broken part of the fence, and some of the cows had escaped into the preserve. He’d been out all morning looking for them, when he’d decided to stop here and take a break.

“Come on ol’ girl, we better get back to it,” Peter said with a traditional southern accent, hopping up onto the horse’s saddle. “It’s too bad I lost my phone,” he thought, “I could have let Chris know I won’t be able to make it to the party tonight. Not with part of the herd missing. I’ll probably be out here all night,” he sighed. What a shame, he'd been looking forward to seeing Chris in a sexy costume, maybe having a little bit of fun tonight. Just the thought was enough to cause the cowboy's cock to stiffen in his dirty jeans. He gave his bulge a few absent-minded gropes with his glove covered hand, before sighing. “Ah well, That’s okay. I never really liked Halloween anyway. Who has time for parties and goofing off, when there's real work to be done,” He chuckled, before riding off into the forest.

Not looking back to see a mysterious figure picking up his discarded clothes. Putting the designer sunglasses, low V-neck, and skinny jeans, into another costume bag. This one labeled, “The Douchebag.” 

[hermioneismyrealname]

But here's one from tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/731809157731221504/31-days-of-derek-hale?source=share

Do people still read sterek on ao3?

[imsrtman]

What happened to @ultram0th2 ??

[inanimatetffantasies]

I absolutely love your content but where can find more from other creators?

Some of the best inanimate blogs and blogs that write about inanimate scenarios sometimes or rarely here, or have otherwise posted inanimate tf-adjacent content on tumblr are:

Any inanimate tf blogs that wish to be added, let me know :)

@southern-god1

@bizzhideaway https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

@baranchik3

@imsuitedforyou

@zadenight

@maletfs

Sylen's Mystical Menagerie and Potions emporium

PJ World of Transformation

@transformee

@cooperstfranch

@tfcaptions

@worldofdirtyimagination

@aandf21

https://sxssybaby-writing.tumblr.com/

https://0vorenation0.tumblr.com/

@brandedx2

https://dougtfs.tumblr.com/

@matsmi13

@poprock-the-baker

@tfkinksterz

@tfstation

@davidsp01 https://davidsp01.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate-tf

@transformhim

@scallylad89 https://scallylad89.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@tight-stories https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/tight-stories

@repurpose-yourself https://repurpose-yourself.tumblr.com/

@dystopia-fantasy

@henrycavbsc

@soul-controller

@cinaedefuri

@thetfchangingroom

@hemsworthfootslave

@submissivegayfrenchboy

@maletfwitch

@darth-sect

@absqrst

@jackbrucetf

@hikaru211

https://www.tumblr.com/gay-slav

@cyberaesthetickpopoaf

@ro-fujin-tf

@gayratguy

@supermenintights

@ivoredthebirthdayboy

@yourdarkstuff

@mrcavanaughtf

@shapedbydesire

@maletfwitch

@artificial-transmutations

@gayvkul99

@leatherpupcolt

@jackbrucetf

@bat-woodfeet-us

@krulersblog

@thetfguy

@tf-man

https://www.tumblr.com/pup-jaxx/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@thetfer

@artificial-transmutations

https://www.tumblr.com/shapedbydesire/tagged/inanimate%20t/

https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/bigboysfalldeep/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/wishmaster/tagged/inanimate%20transformation

@king-craftsman

@anon-sect

@anon-sect2

@anon-vester

@thetfspot-inanimate

@inanimate-jock

@tf-center

@hogtfs

@pup-jaxx

@wakeup01

@tf-kinky

@pup-jaxx

@the-shiftshop

@avegaytfenjoyer

@breedertfs

@ragtortf

@mrrharper

@celebtf

@johnsmithforstupidstuff

@hopelessmorph

@petew21-blog

@cletusgold

@brodygold

@axeeglitter

@misctf

@jockedbigbro

@polo-drone-001

@ultram0th

@wakeup01

Other external sources I like:

Cockatrices Story Index

The Dirty Spiders’s Stories

AlexDomPup Stories

TFs, and Vore, and Merging! Oh My!

Inanimate Paradise Discord Server

VoreNation Fantasy World Discord Server

Cock Transformation Discord Server

Vore Writers's Gallery Discord Server

Shindan Inanimate Generator (check inanimate tag for other inanimate shindans)

https://unidentified-tf.github.io/TF-Generator/

https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

https://mrcavanaughstories.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

Gay Spiral Stories

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanada/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/medkit/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueballs/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andres820/

https://wesleybracken.com/tag/inanimate/

https://twitter.com/aandf21

https://www.patreon.com/craftsman

https://www.patreon.com/TFStationAICreations

https://www.deviantart.com/search/collections?q=inanimate+tf

https://www.deviantart.com/vorewriter22/gallery/82481900/object-tf

Enolt's TF Creations

https://www.coiledfist.org/gallery/Minijacks-Huge-Adventures

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/rlgguy

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/Spencer

https://twitter.com/search?q=inanimate%20tf&src=typed_query

https://inanimate.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page

https://www.reddit.com/r/inanimatetf/

https://www.reddit.com/user/grinningpup/

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inanimate%20TF

https://collectortfstation.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://video.coiledfist.org/video/2528/shrink-into-toy

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa3c8f98c11f <candy tf>

Inanimate TF Wiki

https://ethanwhite.indieerotica.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://listofdeaths.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Deaths_by_Transformation_into_an_Inanimate_Object

Inanimate TF stories I found:

Being TP

Drew’s sneaker

Fleshlight

Life as a condom

New Alethic socks

One sorry pair of shoes

Trevor's Gear: Pre Game

The new insoles

Transformation Story

Hell Week Day One

Permanent Vacation

Roommate's Property

Special Guests and Axel's Wedding

Fleshlight

Hell Week

Trevor's Game and Tryouts

Sneakerplay

Transformation Story

Tib

The New Insoles

Inanimate TFs where women are the transformer or transformee:

@thea-inanimate

https://www.deviantart.com/ferrocksyll/gallery

http://onceiwasaman.blogspot.com/

https://www.deviantart.com/mcpeacy/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/91bb/gallery/54455007/inanimate-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/ourmonkeymasters/gallery/71192883/inanimate-tf-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/monicawitch/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/teysa02/favourites/68466978/tf-inanimate

https://tfsrus.wordpress.com/

https://inanimatetf.wordpress.com/galleries-archives/from-the-old-blog/

[ultram0th]

December 16: RJ Portales

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Muscle model RJ Portales worked out in the gym at the bench press as he worked on building up his world famous chest. The former Army Officer had developed quite the Internet following because of his plump pecs that he would often bounce for men to drool over. Therefore, the stud made sure to keep his fans happy, working out religiously and having numerous Chest Days to ensure that his muscletits were always big and juicy.

RJ kept his ear buds in, blasting his music as he worked out, allowing him to drown out any distractions. This prevented him from noticing the small group of smaller nerdy men who were staring at his muscular form, trying to hide behind one of the large workout machines.

They watched intently as the stud worked out, his meaty pecs glistening with sweat as he got them pumped up from his presses. RJ would grit his teeth and bellow out a manly grunt as he lifted the bar, making some of the smaller guys swoon.

The leader of the sneaky group pulled out what resembled a comic book ray gun straight out of a cheesy sci-fi movie, aiming it directly at the top-heavy stud. With a mischievous smirk, he squeezed the trigger.

A flash of light flickered in the gym as a beam darted towards the unsuspecting RJ, hitting him square in the chest.

RJ let out a surprised gasp the very second he felt the ray hit his pecs. He didn’t have time to wonder too much what it was that had struck him, because in a flash, the hunk felt his whole center of gravity shift. 

RJ paled when it looked like the walls of the gym were starting to stretch as they grew upwards; however, it didn’t take long for RJ to realize that the room wasn’t growing, but that he was shrinking. “What the fuck is going on?” the hunk panicked, bristling at the chipmunk squeak that his voice now possessed as he got smaller and smaller.

His clothes weren’t affected by the shrinking, and they grew baggier and looser by the second. RJ’s shoulders slipped through the collar of his too big tank top as he got smaller, and his jockstrap and shorts fell to the ground. RJ looked into one of the posing mirrors in the gym, finding a tiny semblance of relief when he saw that his body still maintained all of its bulging proportions as he grew smaller. However, that relief was short-lived as he continued to shrink.

Eventually, RJ got so tiny that he started to get swallowed up by the bundle of clothes that had been skintight mere seconds ago. He felt like he was swimming in fabric, extremely disoriented from his now minuscule stature. He could hear booming thuds from footsteps quickly approaching, and the shrunken stud felt his heart start to race as he hoped that whoever found him could help him.

The group of nerds swarmed the bundle of clothes that were on the gym floor, the leader reaching through them to find the small man inside. He felt the squirming RJ and yanked him out, the group of guys gasping as they saw the tiny man.

RJ couldn’t have been more than six inches tall, and he fit in the lead nerd’s grasp perfectly. All of his muscles and proportions looked the same— they were just on a much smaller body now. The formerly tall muscle stud felt so incredibly tiny as he was held by another man whom he totally would’ve dwarfed at his previous size. However, now he looked like a top-heavy action figure as opposed to an online model.

“Please!” RJ squeaked in his high-pitched voice. “You gotta help me! I don’t know what happened, but I got smaller all of a sudden!”

The nerds chuckled at his helium-esque voice, and the leader reached over with his free hand to feel RJ’s large pectorals. Using the tip of his index, he lifted the mounds up and let them bounce back down, feeling them squish under his touch.

“Whoa, these things are huge!” the nerd mused aloud as he continued to play with RJ’s muscletits.

“H-hey! Knock it off!” RJ blushed, annoyed that despite how panicked he was, he couldn’t deny the feelings of pleasure that rippled though him at having the now much larger man play with his tits. He was completely helpless to do anything but let himself be fondled, his cock even hardening.

One of the other nerds walked up to the group, holding what looked like a hamster cage in his hands. It was designed to look like a scale model replica of the gym; yet, instead of a variety of machines, it appeared that the only ones in it were meant for chest exercises.

RJ was stunned as he was placed inside the cage, wincing when he heard the door slam shut. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight of all of the chest workout machines, and when he saw the bowls of food and water in the corner.

The lead nerd chuckled again as he crossed his arms in front of his thin chest. “Yeah, that’s right, RJ,” he laughed. “It took us a while, but we managed to turn you into our little muscle pet. But don’t worry. We made sure to give you everything you need in order to keep building up those muscletits of yours.”

RJ gulped as he took in the words he was being told. He frowned when he looked around at the bars of the cage that was now his home. His cock was begrudgingly still hard, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he’d have no choice but to work out and make his pecs get bigger and bigger.

And worse was that he immediately thought about how great it’d feel to have his bigger pecs fondled by the larger nerds. He blushed as he cock throbbed at the thought.

“O-okay,” RJ squeaked as he walked over to the bench press, his hard cock bobbing in front of him with every step. He racked up the weights and set to work being a good muscle pet so that his new owners could enjoy his muscletits up close and personal.

[ultram0th]

December 04: Alessandro Cavagnola

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Muscular model Alessandro Cavagnola was attempting to do something festive for his OnlyFans account by getting more into the Christmas spirit. The hunk opted to do a sort of tree decorating live video, where he would place ornaments on his plastic tree that was in his living room— and he was clad in the tightest boxer briefs that were perfectly suctioned to his body. They showed off every curve of his plump bubble butt and they showcased his impressive package. His large, round pectorals hung over his chiseled abs, and whenever he grabbed an ornament of the box on the floor, Alessandro not-so-subtly would flex a bowling ball-sized bicep for the camera.

Alessandro’s plan worked! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that there were tons of adoring fans who were lusting over his holiday livestream, each one of them eager to see his plump muscled body.

A confident smirk on his sexy face, Alessandro bent over flirtatiously as he reached inside the box for another ornament. He even gave his bubble butt a little wiggle, loving the chiming notifications that pinged out from his computer.

Alessandro paused when he spotted an ornament that he didn’t recognize, grabbing it and pulling it up to his face to examine it. The piece in question was an ornament in the shape of a muscle man who flexed a large bicep. He was clad in skimpy briefs and had a wide smile on his painted face. The artist had paid extra attention to the chest muscles and even crafted a large lump in the man’s groin area.

Alessandro couldn’t help but chuckle, figuring that he must’ve bought the ornament and then forgotten. After all, a muscle man tree decoration would help his theme. He held the glass man up in front of the camera for his viewers to see.

“Kind of looks like me, right?” Alessandro asked in his deep baritone, throwing up his free arm to flex a bicep just like the ornament. As he posed, a cold air blew over the room. The sudden chill caused the hunk’s skin to erupt in goosebumps and his nipples to perk up.

The unexpected sensation also caused the muscle man to accidentally drop the ornament, sending it shattering onto the hardwood floor.

“Damn it,” Alessandro hissed under his breath, stepping away from the shattered glass at his feet. He looked back up towards his webcam and gave a sheepish grin. “Shit happens. Gotta find a replacement.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

His first instinct was to go grab the broom to clean up the mess real quick, but his thoughts were quickly distracted when his seven inch cock immediately rocketed to life. Alessandro felt as if his already impressive libido was cranked up to an obscene level as his cock throbbed like crazy in front of the camera, creating an obvious tent in his skintight boxer briefs. His hard perky nipples burned with want, and his skin began to tingle.

He opened his mouth to wonder what was going on, but all that came out was a deep moan.

Alessandro’s confusion deepened when he felt himself throw up his right arm to flex his bowling ball-sized bicep again. It was something he’d done unconsciously and without any say so on his end; but his confusion quickly morphed into panic when he realized that he couldn’t stop holding his pose.

No matter how hard he tried, the muscled hunk’s heart began to beat faster in his beefy chest when he couldn’t drop his arm. Alessandro strained his muscles as hard as he could, but his large bicep wouldn’t budge. It was stuck in its impressive pose, made all the more worrisome when Alessandro discovered that he couldn’t move the rest of his body at all. His feet were superglued in place and his meaty pecs weren’t heaving as they should’ve been due to his rapid breathing. His hard cock still stuck out in front of him despite his horror, which was mixed with an intense horniness.

The hunk felt his mouth stretch out into a goofy grin that was alight with zeal as opposed to fearful.

The tingling sensation over his skin grew stronger by the second, leaving it looking almost glossy. It even began to reflect the bright lights from the Christmas tree, getting harder and harder.

Alessandro felt his center of gravity drastically shift. The room appeared to stretch outwards and up, as if it were rapidly growing all around him. However, despite his frazzled panic, Alessandro knew that the room wasn’t growing, but that he was shrinking.

The muscleman watched as the room looked larger and larger as he got smaller, until the shrinking finally stopped. Based off the way he was staring directly at the base of his table in his living room, he estimated that he couldn’t have been taller than six inches or so.

His flexed muscles hardened, solidifying his single biceps pose. As a final touch, he felt his still hard cock freeze up too, leaving the stud permanently flexing and hard… and incredibly turned on despite how freaked out he was. 

Alessandro couldn’t see that the webcam managed to pivot lower so that his audience gained a full, uninterrupted view of his transformation into a sexy, muscleman Christmas tree ornament. The smiling, hard ornament sat right where the muscle stud had stood a few minutes ago, perpetually flexing and hard.

Alessandro could hear the chat sound off, his viewers gawking and gushing over how hot of a Christmas ornament he made and how they hoped that this would be an annual event for the muscle stud…

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December 08: Jake Andrich

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Jake Andrich flashed his sexy smile for the webcam as he took off his shirt. He was having a special one-on-one cam show for one of his patrons who had paid for a solo performance. Jake was used to having loads of guys asking for a private show where the young stud would show off his chiseled, tattooed muscles. However, he was a little shocked at the boyish face with thick-rimmed glasses that this patron had, looking to be slightly younger than him.

Jake didn’t mind though. He was used to having older clientele, but he was more than okay with having a young adult gawk at his muscled frame.

His baby-faced client, Billy, crossed his arms over this thin chest as he watched Jake undress. His smooth face was expressionless.

Jake felt a twinge of irritation bubble up within him over the blasé attitude of his young client, so he decided to up the ante.

The stud raised his arms over his head, showing off his pits as he flexed his massive biceps. “Ever seen arms like these?” Jake playfully purred. “Bet ya haven’t seen biceps as fuckin’ massive as these.”

“…yeah,” his nerdy-looking client sighed.

Jake jerked back in shock, dropping his pose. “Um, okay…?” he mumbled, unsure of how to proceed. Jake fought back the chuckle over how much of a nerd this guy must be.

The stud shrugged his broad shoulders and began to flex his chest instead, figuring that maybe the nerdy guy would appreciate his smooth pecs.

However, instead of gawking at his pecs like many of the other men, the nerd looked unimpressed and even went so far as to ask, “Did you shave your chest?” An ounce of disappointment was audible in his voice.

“No,” Jake answered, confused. His chest wasn’t naturally hairy, which he preferred since it allowed his tattoos to remain front and center. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” He could feel himself starting to grow impatient with this particular client. Whereas men usually came on the spot when he flexed his muscles, this young nerd looked as if he couldn’t care less.

Finally, the corners of the client’s mouth pulled upwards as he grinned. “Fine,” he smiled. “If it’s alright with you, Jake, may I call you ‘Daddy’?”

Jake cocked his eyebrow, not used to being the Daddy in these kinds of situations. Still, he’d already accepted the nerd’s payment, so he nodded. “Sure,” he smirked, “I’ll be your Daddy.” To emphasize his point, he playfully bounced his toned pectorals.

The nerdy guy’s glasses-covered eyes appeared to glow for a second as he smirked. “Good, I’m glad you agree,” he said in his smooth voice.

BWOMPH!

Jake felt a huge weight crashing down upon him, making him incredibly dazed. Feeling like he’d gotten hit by a truck, the stud shook his head, trying to shake away the daze. “Ugh…” he groaned, rubbing at his face, “what happened, Sport…?”

Jake’s voice trailed off when his fingers grazed his hairy cheeks, his eyes shooting wide open as he felt more hair than he should’ve.

As impossible as it should’ve been, as Jake ran his fingers over his jaw, he felt a lot of hair there. He’d usually had some sexy stubble, but this felt like a full grown beard. The hunk dropped his arms to his side, wincing at how different his body felt.

Jake looked down at himself and gasped loudly.

The first thing he saw was hair. A lot of hair. The coarse, little black hairs covered his whole body, making him incredibly fuzzy. Not only that, but he was way bigger than he should’ve been. With shaky hands, Jake gave his body a tentative poke, paling at how squishy he felt. Where a young, toned man had been sitting was now a bulky, hairy daddy. Muscle was still evident on the hunk’s body, but all of that sexy muscle was now covered by a hot layer of fat and man fur. His abs had completely disappeared, replaced by a large muscle gut that rested on his widened thighs. His hairy pecs were much larger than they should’ve been and they rested upon his new belly, looking large and cumbersome. Plus, his nipples had widened and poked out from his dense chest hair. His arms had packed on some serious size, and they jiggled a little when he moved them, illustrating that he wasn’t nearly as toned as he should’ve been.

And despite his panic, Jake was incredibly horny. His hard cock bobbed out in the air, but his view of it was blocked by his belly.

With disbelieving eyes, Jake looked back at the webcam, seeing that the nerd finally seemed to be enjoying himself. “Sport, what did you do to me?” Jake asked, noting the rougher quality to his voice and the fact that he’d referred to the young man as ‘Sport’. Worse was that the more he stared at the young nerdy guy, the more turned on he felt. He ran his disbelieving hands over his hairy chest, shocked at how good it felt to pet his fuzzy pecs.

“What did I do?” the nerd not-so-innocently asked. “You said that I could call you ‘Daddy’, so I thought that it’d only be fair for you to look the part… Daddy.”

At the word Daddy, Jake felt a shiver of pleasure ripple through him. His nubby nipples grew harder and his cock throbbed with want. Despite his inner panic, Jake was insanely turned on and all he seemed to be able to focus on was getting off.

However, he stared at his computer, seeing the section of his webcam reflected back at him. His face was slightly older, with little wrinkles near his eyes. He had a large beard with little flecks of gray scattered throughout it, completely covering his square jaw. The stud looked like a total daddy, complete with a big daddy belly and plenty of body hair.

Even though he was still freaked out over his transformation, Jake thought that he looked really hot.

Jake couldn’t help but smirk as he bounced his now hairy pecs before he rubbed his fuzzy gut. “You like that, Boy?” he asked in his deeper voice. “You like Daddy’s hairy chest?”

The nerd squirmed in his seat.

Jake felt his heart flutter in his beefy chest. “Yeah you do,” he continued, flexing his beefy arms, showing off his now hairier pits. “You love it when Daddy shows off his big, hairy body.”

“Ooohh,” the nerd whimpered, blushing furiously as he came in his pants.

Jake gave a throaty chuckle, still running his hands over his hairy pecs. “Boys love it when Daddy shows off,” he mused, already getting ideas over how many more clients he could score over being a hot, slutty hairy daddy.

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December 06: Shawn Calder

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Online model Shawn Calder scrolled through his Instagram feed. He’d just posted a question to his followers on his story thread: “What do you want for Christmas?”

A simple, innocent enough question in order to boost engagement. Plus, the fact that the picture he’d selected to go along with it was one of him shirtless, flexing his plump pecs in the mirror would only serve to encourage engagement tenfold. Shawn wasn’t oblivious to the fact that a large percentage of his followers were mainly there to lust over his impressive pectorals, which the stud was all too happy to show off in his numerous pec bouncing videos which always garnered tons of likes.

As the hunk relaxed on his couch, he scrolled through some of the answers from his holiday question. His followers responded with typical things like consoles, food, etc. However, one of the responses caused Shawn to bellow out laughing.

What I want for Christmas is your big sexy muscletits.

Shawn chuckled as he looked down at his t-shirt, easily seeing his mounds that were pressed against the tight cotton. Playfully, he gave them a little flex.

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint ‘em,” Shawn joked to himself, grabbing the end of his t-shirt. The hunk froze though when he felt an odd pressure forming on his chest— more specifically: his pecs.

Before Shawn could voice any of his concerns, his eyes widened as he saw his already sizable pecs begin to balloon outwards. The muscle mounds grew to an exaggerated size, tearing his t-shirt to shreds as they enlarged. Shawn’s meaty pecs grew up and out, rounding as they inflated to the size of basketballs. They got so large that the stud could already feel how drastically limited his range of motion was as he repositioned his arms around their crazy size, and when he looked downward, they completely blocked his view of anything south. Even his nipples enlarged, hardening and forming large nubs that were about the size of the man’s thumbs as they protruded off his new muscletits.

“Wh-what—?!” Shawn panicked as he stared down at his new upper shelf. The top-heavy hunk stood up, having to alter his stance to account for his now massive muscletits. This resulted in him having to arch his back, which only shoved his pecs further out. And when he took a step, his pecs bounced and jiggled.

The hunk hurried into his bedroom to examine himself in the mirror, blushing wildly at the way his constantly bouncing chest sent little darts straight to his hardening cock.

Shawn gasped loudly when he stared at his warped reflection in the mirror, paling at the massive pectorals that were attached to his chest. They were insanely large and made the rest of his muscle groups look smaller by comparison. Shawn even shivered a bit when his stubbled chin scraped the top of his muscletits, even that minor sensation feeling oddly pleasurable.

“This can’t be happening…” Shawn muttered as he studied his top-heavy physique. He gave his pecs a tentative squeeze, letting out a loud moan as his knees went weak at the ripples of pleasure that emanated from his pecs throughout the rest of his body. He was left panting, his massive chest heaving as his cock tented his shorts out in front of him.

The stud began to look around his room, his stomach dropping as he realized that no shirt could ever cover his juicy melons. The thought of himself walking down the street with such big muscletits jiggling around for everyone to gawk out made Shawn blush. Sure he loved to show off his (previously normal-sized) pecs online, but the thought of doing so twenty-four/seven with such mammoth tits made him feel utterly humiliated.

…and a little excited.

Despite his embarrassment and bewilderment over his inflated pecs, Shawn didn’t hesitate to start bouncing them like he would frequently do in his videos. The muscle mounds leapt and crashed back down, rippling with the movement as he flexed his tits. All the while, his hard cock throbbed and ached with want.

But Shawn didn’t notice.

He upped the ante and reached up to palm both of his muscletits, giving them a rough squeeze.

“Ooohhh!” the stud moaned loudly as he pursed his lips, playing with his tits as if it were his new form of masturbating.

In a flash, all of Shawn’s panic and humiliation over having his pecs morph into gigantic muscletits evaporated, and the top-heavy stud hungrily began groping himself.

Shawn bellowed out another slutty moan, pursing his lips as he groped and played with his muscletits. His cock twitched and leaked precum the entire time, completely going untouched. The stud began to thumb his enlarged nipples, feeling as if a lightening bolt rippled right through him.

“Uunnnghh!” Shawn squealed as soon as he grazed his hard nipples, blowing his load in his shorts. As he tensed up and came, Shawn could feel his massive chest bounce and jiggle, loving the sensation.

As he panted, his enormous pecs heaving, Shawn struggled to piece everything together. Not only had his pecs somehow inflated to the size of melons, but evidently they were also super sensitive. Shawn felt a meager spark of humiliation over the idea of going around, only able to get off if he was having his new muscletits played with.

But then the stud thought about having another man grope his chest and suck on his hard nipples, and Shawn’s cock rocketed straight back to life.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shawn grabbed his phone and went live on his OnlyFans.

“I’ve got a Christmas gift for you all,” the top-heavy Shawn purred as he recorded himself bouncing his muscletits in the mirror for his followers to see.

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December 02: Wolfe Glick

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“Welcome back to my channel,” streamer and Pok��Tuber Wolfe Glick said as he flashed his audience one of his cute smiles, “tonight we’re gonna do some Tera Raid battles…”

The cute hunk was in his recording room at his house, enjoying the heater blasting and warming up the winter air. He sat in front of his camera with his dual screen system on the desk in front of him— one screen showing Pokémon Violet and the other his chat. Wolfe had won scores of adoring fans due in part to his status as a world champion in Pokémon battling and because of his cute nerdy guy aesthetic. Still, it was obvious that he took care of himself, as was evident by his toned muscles that were barely visible beneath his tight tank top.

Wolfe got the game set up and began to read off the chat, thanking the donations that were starting to come in.  He paused when he saw that a new username, HypnoGuy72, had posted a gif that looked like a spiral that was circling around in a mesmerizing manner into the chat that was continuously scrolling.

The man cocked his eyebrow in confusion as he stared at it, his muscles gradually relaxing as his jaw went slack.

As the rest of the comments popped up, the gif disappeared down the line and Wolfe snapped out of his daze.

“Whoa, um… sorry about that,” Wolfe muttered, shaking his head as he wondered just why he’d spaced out. He blushed a little bit and cleared his throat as he grabbed his pro controller. “Um, let’s go ahead and get started, shall we?”

As he played, Wolfe started to squirm a little in his seat, seemingly unable to stay still for some reason. The presence of his webcam, with its shiny glass eye, weighed heavily on the streamer’s mind unlike ever before, and the more the chat spoke up, the more Wolfe began to feel some sort of giddy excitement.

Obviously, Wolfe loved to stream, which was why he followed down this career path, but he’d never felt his heart race so heavily in his chest before… nor had he ever gotten so rock hard on stream before.

Wolfe flinched when he felt his cock plump up to its full size, thankful that it was hidden underneath his desk. His heart raced even faster, and Wolfe even had to wonder if it was because of embarrassment or excitement.

For some strange reason, the streamer felt a foreign exhilaration at the thought of being hard on stream. He wanted to try his best to ignore it and try to finish the stream, forcing himself to play the game before him.

“Um, so we can go ahead and face this six star raid— Ooohhh.” Wolfe’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he broke off mid-sentence, bellowing out a low moan. He winced when he finally registered that one hand held his pro controller, while the other thumbed a hard nipple.

Wolfe felt his face turn bright red as he realized that not only had he just played with his nipple on stream for all of his followers to see, but he’d also enjoyed it as was evident by his hard cock.

“What the hell is up with me?” he muttered under his breath before turning back to face the camera full on, again, his heart racing once he was on-screen dead on. “Um, yeah, sorry about that guys…”

He trailed off when he heard the pro controller clatter onto the hard desk. As if they had a mind of their own, both of Wolfe’s hands moved on their own accord up towards his tank top. They roughly yanked on the neck hole to bring it downwards so that his plump pecs were entirely exposed. He didn’t know what was going on, but as soon as his hands latched onto his sensitive nipples for the stream to lust over, all Wolfe could do was moan loudly.

Wolfe tried to tell himself to stop, but the more he saw the chat respond, the less control over his actions he appeared to have.

The stunned hunk felt himself raise one arm, flexing a sizable bicep for the camera. He inwardly screamed as he felt himself lean forward and lick it seductively, moaning loudly for everyone watching. All the while, his other hand still toyed with his nipple.

Wolfe felt as if he were a puppet tied to strings, and someone other than himself was in charge of his actions. He desperately tried to stop feeling himself up on camera, but the more he saw people logging in to watch his stream, the more intense his impromptu show turned.

The bewildered hunk tore his pants and boxers down as he scooted his chair further back to allow his hard cock to bob in the air for everyone to gawk at. Despite his inner panic, Wolfe felt a smirk form on his handsome face. 

With one hand, he reached down and wrapped a fist around his throbbing cock and began to jerk it off on camera. With the other, he reached behind himself, sliding a few fingers between his plump cheeks to play with his tight hole. His face twisted into a visage full of utter pleasure and joy as he pursed his thick lips and let out moan after slutty moan.

As he pleasured himself, Wolfe’s body decided to up the ante as it began to bounce slightly on his intruding fingers. Each movement shoved his invading digits further into his sensitive hole, eliciting more hungry moans from the slutty stud. Each impact caused his pecs to bounce a little and he couldn’t stop the little shimmy he added to his waist that caused his cock to wag tantalizingly in the air. Everything he was doing was for a show, and although he was aware of all that he was doing, Wolfe was powerless to stop any of it.

Deep down, Wolfe begged himself to stop, but he wasn’t in control of his body. Worse was that a growing part of himself was loving showing off in such a sexual manner on camera for his thousands of followers to lust after. There was a growing part of him that was excited to be naked and jerking off like a camboy whore for all to see, and that thought made his cock throb even more.

The chat exploded with donations and cheers from men enjoying the show, many of them subscribing in the hopes that there’d be more to see. Wolfe was too caught up in pleasuring himself that he didn’t see HypnoGuy72’s new comment flash upon the screen: 

That little spiral hypnotized the poor stud into becoming a camwhore. He can’t help but act like a gay slut whenever he’s on camera now!

“Uunghh!” Wolfe squealed as his cock shot out streams of cum that landed all over his chest. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, his pecs heaving with the motion.

The dazed streamer struggled to piece together what had just happened. Deep down, he was humiliated over his seemingly uncontrollable actions, but there also existed a large part of himself that had loved the whole experience. 

He’d loved it so much that, despite having just came, his cock was already rock hard all over again as the naked stud sat in front of the camera.

He smirked again. “Ready for Round Two?” he asked his followers, as he began to thumb his hard nipples again.

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December 15: Nick Urankar

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Fitness entrepreneur Nick Urankar frowned as he examined himself in the mirror. From another’s perspective, the man’s body appeared to be blessed with plump muscle that he’d diligently worked hard for. His cut-off t-shirt showcased his chiseled abs, the fabric ending just below his impressive pectorals. Nick was a hunk, through and through.

Still, that beard-framed frown was ever-present as he studied his muscled form in the mirror.

The source of his annoyance was a stupid comment from some anonymous user on Instagram.

Nick was in the process of trying to gain new subscriptions to his fitness programs come New Years, which was when the fitness community would usually experience a boom in followers. He’s opted to go the family man route, which was something he’d often do in his regular posts.

Ultimately, Nick had decided to post a picture of himself shirtless, showing off his rock hard chest muscles with the caption: “New Dad Bod!”

It had worked initially, and Nick had seen a plethora of new subscriptions piling in at a rapid rate from dads who wanted to trim a little belly fat. However, there was one comment under the pic that had stuck out to Nick: “That’s NOT a dad bod! 👿”

It was a simple comment that should’ve been nothing at all, yet, Nick couldn’t deny the irritation that bubbled up in his gut over it. The influencer had tried his best to ignore it, but obviously since he was still thinking about it, it’d clearly annoyed him.

“‘Dad Bod’,” Nick snorted as he rolled his eyes, imagining the type of body that the anon must’ve been referring to: big belly and saggy pecs. That wasn’t the type of dad bod that Nick wanted to have, hence his bulky form.

The hunk finished up his night route before lying down, trying to force the odd comment out of his brain. As he lied down in bed, a strange tingling sensation broke out over the muscle dad’s body and he could hear the springs in the mattress groaning more than usual…

Nick’s morning alarm beeped, letting the influencer know that it was time to get up and get ready for his morning stream. The stud liked to post his Sunday morning workouts on his socials, which served to act as advertisements for his workout routines.

Nick threw the covers off of himself and sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes. The man felt a lot more tired this morning, and he scratched at his belly absent-mindedly as he let out a loud belch. He stood up and began to waddle towards the bathroom, unaware of the jiggling feeling that was emanating from his torso as he moved. He entered the bathroom and turned on the light, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull at what he saw.

“Fuck!” Nick cried out as his eyes honed in on the massive belly that was attached to him.

Standing to the side, Nick bore a profile of someone who was not active in CrossFit, but who instead would often lounge on the couch and drink beer all day. His gut was massive! It protruded far out in front of him, and when he moved the slightest bit, Nick’s new big belly would jiggle and bounce incessantly, illustrating that it was mostly fat. Worse was that his chilled pecs had puffed out too and they sagged a little more than they should’ve, coming to rest atop the man’s new belly. 

As Nick poked and prodded his larger form, the stud noticed that the rest of his toned muscles looked puffy now. There was still some muscle evident on his frame, but they were all now covered by a thick layer of fat that obscured their contours. Even his face looked rounder, his cheek bones hidden by the new roundness quality.

Out of shock, Nick waddled over to the scale in his bathroom and stood on top of it. He inwardly winced as he had to look over his cresting gut in order to gawk at the red numbers on the scale: 301 lbs. A total gain of nearly eighty pounds of what seemed to be pure fat, with most of it on his gut.

In his shock, Nick couldn’t help but grab at his gut with both of his shaky hands, giving it a rough shake. He felt the blood drain from his face as his new belly jiggled like crazy, a far cry from his previously flat, chiseled abdominals.

“Now that’s a dad bod!” he heard his deep voice exclaim, almost proudly.

The influencer jerked back in surprise at his words, noticing for the first time that he’d been smirking during his entire inspection. His cocky grin bore a proud aura that only grew as the inflated man rubbed his new gut lovingly.

The inflated influencer felt his legs propel him forward on their own accord, moving as if they had a mind of their own. His beefier arms reached out and grabbed his phone, setting it up onto its tripod as he started to record.

The altered Nick felt humiliated as he saw his phone live recording him, showing his larger new dad bod on display for his thousands of followers to see. However, despite his inner panic, the hunk only continued to smile widely at the camera.

“Good morning everyone,” the beefy dad bodded man greeted his followers, rubbing his belly lovingly. “I thought that this would be a good time to give you all a check in on my hot dad bod.”

The stud felt himself continue to rub his bigger belly, making the rotund gut shake like a beach ball in front of him with every movement. Nick screamed on the inside, but was powerless to do anything besides show off his inflated, beefy form. His abs and muscles were completely shrouded by the thick fat that he was showing off, the cocky smile on his round face indicating that he loved every bit of it.

“This is what a real dad bod looks like,” Nick heard himself say, immediately thinking back tot he obscure comment that he’d read the other day. He looked down at his big belly and gave it another shake, knowing that the mysterious comment must’ve been behind his recent transformation.

The influencer with the big dad bod continued to show off his girthy frame, beyond humiliated, yet smiling widely the entire time.

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December 23: Glen Powell

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Hunky actor Glen Powell chuckled as he examined the dog mask that he held in his hands. It had been something that he’d received as a Christmas gift from one of the producers from his new movie. It was definitely a gift that was out of the norm, but Glen had accepted it either way.

He could vaguely recall seeing masks like these online, and guys would often wear them shirtless to flex their large muscles with the mask on.

Laughing to himself, Glen couldn’t help himself and he tugged his shirt off, exposing his toned chest muscles. He then pulled the dog mask on, adjusting it to fit perfectly onto his face.

Glen continued to laugh as he lifted a muscled arm, flexing his bicep in the mirror. The fun-loving actor couldn’t help but bust out into hysterics as he flexed while wearing the obscure mask, thinking that this was absolutely a hilarious prank that had been pulled on him.

He went to pull the mask off, his laughing ceasing as he realized that it was stuck.

“What the hell?” Glen hissed as he grabbed onto the ears of the mask with both hands, giving it a rough tug. Still, the mask refused to budge even a centimeter, as if it were superglued to the hunk’s head.

He even tried to find the bottom seam, but it was as if the mask had been suctioned to his skin, preventing him from even getting his fingers into the mask to pry it off.

“Damn it,” Glen huffed angrily as his biceps flexed with power as he tried to yank the stuck mask off. “Why the fuck won’t this thing… Grrrr!”

Glen paused at the odd growl that had escaped his lips. It had been completely unintentional, yet it had felt totally natural.

The hunk cleared his throat as he stumbled towards the kitchen to look for some butter. He opened up the fridge, growling again when he noticed that he didn’t have any butter or anything slippery at all that could help him get the mask off.

“Really… er, WOOF!” Glen barked, literally. The actor’s eyes went wide as saucers as the dog bark escaped his lips. Again, the hunk cleared his throat and tried again. “Woof! Woof! Hrmm… Woof!”

Glen’s heart started to speed up in his muscled chest as he tried to speak. However, no matter how hard he tried to form words, he couldn’t say a single thing besides dog barking. He tried again to pull the mask off his head with all of his might, barking and growling the entire time.

Then Glen tensed up as he felt some sort of invisible force pushing down on his broad back, forcing his legs to buckle. The force grew so strong until he tumbled onto the floor of his kitchen, landing on all fours.

“Woof! Woof!” Glen panicked as he tried to stand back up but was unable to. He tried to balance himself on his legs, barely making it a few inches above the floor before crashing back down onto all fours like an animal.

Glen was so caught up in barking and crawling around on the floor that he didn’t notice someone entering his home until he looked up and saw the older man smirking down at him, his arms crossed in front of his beefy chest.

“Well, well,” the older man mused, “looks who’s finished their transformation into a Good Boy!”

At the phrase “Good Boy”, Glen felt something inside of him snap. He couldn’t help but happily start barking excitedly as he rushed forward to the other man on all fours, his butt wiggling behind him wildly as if he were wagging a tail.

Deep down, Glen was aware of his actions, but he couldn’t stop. Had the dog mask not been covering his face, the other man would’ve been able to see that it was cherry red… albeit with a big, goofy grin on it from the extreme excitement he felt. Worse was that the more he stared at the other man, the harder he felt his cock get.

Glen felt utterly humiliated as his hard cock bobbed in front of him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to hide it as he continued to happily bark at the older man’s feet.

“Good boy,” the older man cooed playfully, tracing a large hand over Glen’s broad back, sending a shudder through the actor that made his hard cock throb. “Let’s go ahead and get you home so we can show you off to your new owner. My husband’s gonna be so happy. He’s aways wanted a dog.”

Glen screamed on the inside as he felt a collar being slipped comfortably around his neck. The older man led him by a leash, walking him out of his home and onto the busy sidewalk. He was mortified at his hard, naked body being on full display as he crawled on all fours like a dog; but he couldn’t show any of his embarrassment. 

Instead, Glen kept his head held high, his chest muscles puffed out. His body knew that he was a good dog, and he couldn’t resist letting out another bark at the excitement he felt over getting a walk. He was such a good boy.

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December 07: Derek Hale

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It was Derek and Stiles’s first Christmas together. Even an emotionally stunted werewolf like Derek knew what that meant: He’d have to get his boyfriend a gift. That also meant that he’d have to brave the stores during the holiday season, which also meant that he’d be surrounded by people. A lot of people.

Derek had his perpetual scowl etched onto his gruff face as he stomped angrily through the mall, holding back growls when other patrons would accidentally bump into him.

With the massive influx of people combined with the annoying Christmas music blaring over the speakers, Derek was in a pretty bad mood to say the least. He snarled as he stomped his way through the busy mall, unsure of what to buy Stiles. He just knew that it had to be something that his boyfriend would enjoy and want to use over and over.

The grumpy werewolf was so caught up in the overstimulation and irritation that he hadn’t noticed the mall Santa Claus until he bumped into the man.

The mall Santa stumbled back, but seemed to be in good spirits as he laughed the interaction off. “In a hurry, Sir?” he asked in his trademark jolly voice.

Derek looked the large man in red up and down, his frown still superglued to his face. He just grunted out a response and gave a curt nod.

“Would a candy cane cheer you up?” Santa Claus asked, holding out the red and white sweet to the werewolf.

Derek scowled at the candy cane, notoriously hating sweets.

“It might help you out with some Christmas cheer,” the mall Santa coaxed. “Or maybe you need a little more help with getting into the holiday spirit?” The older man snapped his gloved fingers mischievously.

As he rolled his eyes, Derek felt an odd tingling sensation break out over his skin. The scent of peppermint hit his nostrils and became overwhelming, making the werewolf begin to sway a little on his feet. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, a sign that the man before him was more than just some mall Santa Claus.

Derek tried to steel his nerves and he squared his broad shoulders. “Who are you…” Derek’s question trailed off when he heard an almost helium-like quality to his voice, as if it had shot up by several octaves. 

The tough werewolf’s face turned bright red at the sound of his altered voice, but he cleared his throat before trying again.

“What the hell did you do?” he squeaked in his higher voice, even pointing an accusing finger at the man in red. However, that alerted to Derek to another terrible occurrence.

The werewolf could feel his heart starting to race in his muscled chest when he saw that the sleeve of his leather jacket completely covered his pointing hand, something that should’ve been impossible due to the alpha’s impressive height. Even during his panic, Derek managed to noticed that instead of looking the other man eye to eye like he had before, he was staring directly at the man’s bearded chin.

Derek began to shove his way through the crowd so that he could get to a secluded area, away from prying eyes. As he bolted, the werewolf was humiliated to realize that he was quickly becoming one of the shortest people in the mall. That, and for another strange reason, the more Derek shrank, the tighter his clothes actually became as opposed to looser. Even his gait was starting to change and Derek could feel his thighs starting to rub against each other in a way they never had before.

Derek burst into the bathroom and sprinted towards the mirror, gasping loudly at what he saw. 

The first thing that the alpha werewolf’s eyes honed on were his ears, which were now pointed at the top and slightly elongated to resemble elf ears. But then Derek’s attention was to brought to the rest of his shrinking body.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek panicked in his high-pitched voice as he saw that he was way shorter than he should have been. The bathroom sink came up to him mid-chest, and his leather jacket fell off of him and landed onto the floor, alerting Derek to even more. The werewolf gasped again as he realized that he wasn’t shrinking proportionally. Instead, it was more like he was squished down, losing his height but none of his mass.

Derek held his arms out in front of himself, watching as they pulled inwards. All of his muscle was left to bunch up within the shortened limbs, leaving them all thick and bulky, more akin to an oversized bodybuilder’s arms. His biceps ballooned out to the size of bowling balls, being so large and thick that Derek was forced to keep his arms out at his sides with them stuck at a ninety degree angle. The same thing happened with his legs— as they shortened, all the muscle in there got all bunched up and thick, forcing Derek to stand with them flared out as this wide thighs kept pressing against one another. His shoulders broadened to an obscene degree, ripping the werewolf’s shirt to shreds. As his torso squished down, his pecs bulged out further in front of him, forming a large shelf that he couldn’t see over. A part of Derek was relieved that his cock didn’t undergo the same transformation, but with it remaining its previous size on his compact body, it dangled to his knees.

Derek was floored, silent as he studied his new form in the mirror. He looked as tall as he was wide, having lost about half of his height but none of his muscles. He looked like a really short bodybuilder, and all of the compressed muscles made it extremely difficult for the werewolf to move.

He blushed when he tried to take a step forward, his thighs rolling over one another’s exaggerated girth, forcing his walk to resemble more of a waddle. His long cock dangled wildly between his legs as he moved. His arms were stuck out at his sides, and his pecs protruded far out in front of him, preventing him from seeing the ground.

Derek looked like an over-muscled elf!

“Well, that’s a good look for you, Derek,” the mall Santa Claus mused he entered bathroom. “Sorry about all of that bulky muscle, I can never get the shrinking spell just right.”

“What the fuck did you do?!” Derek tried to roar, but his squeaky voice ruined all of his toughness. He tried to hold his hands out at his sides, but his bulky muscle made it difficult to maneuver.

Santa Claus gave one of his classic, bellowing laughs. “Isn’t it obvious, Derek?” he teased. “You were looking like you were lacking some of that Christmas cheer, so I thought that you could use some help.” He then held out a handful of candy canes. “Why don’t you help me pass some of these out to the other shoppers? Then I’ll consider changing you back.”

The mall Santa Claus snapped his fingers again, and a pair of bright green shorts formed on Derek’s squished body. They were skintight and they left his noticeable bulge out in front and center. His enormous looking chest was forced to remain bare, his ballooned pecs looking hilariously big and cumbersome.

Derek’s broadened shoulders rose and fell as he sighed, taking the candy canes from the mall Santa and waddling behind him, trying to get the hang of moving around with such bulky muscles hindering his steps.

For the rest of the day, Derek helped the mall Santa Claus pass out candy canes to the shoppers in the mall. Many of them would muse over how large his muscles looked on his shortened body, a lot of them even asking him to flex for them. Despite himself, Derek would find himself flexing his massive muscles as best as he could, his face bright red. “Merry Christmas,” he’d say at the end of his posing routine as he passed the customer a candy cane, his high-pitched voice usually eliciting a few chuckles.

Much to his surprise, Derek found himself starting to actually have fun with the whole ordeal as the day went on. He started to feel himself being filled with an odd sense of joy as he passed out the sweet treats to the other shoppers, and he even got a little giddy when he would flex his large muscles for them, leaving the shoppers with a wide smile.

“Merry Christmas!” Derek exclaimed in his squeaky voice as he handed a candy cane to another customer.

“Derek?” he heard Stiles’s voice ask, confused.

Derek blushed when he looked up and saw his boyfriend staring down at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, um, hey Stiles,” Derek squeaked, his face growing bright red. “I’m, um, trying to get more into the Christmas cheer.” Out of instinct due to his work for the day, Derek lifted his barely flexible arms to pose for his surprised boyfriend.

Stiles’s eyes widened even more, and Derek could pick up on his arousal.

“You like… this?” Derek asked, surprised. He gestured down at his short, muscled frame. 

Much to the werewolf’s surprise, his boyfriend nodded. “You look… really hot!” he smiled. “It’s the best present you could’ve given me!”

Immediately, Derek felt his compressed body swell with pride and he hit another pose. “R-really?” he squeaked, feeling excited that he might have inadvertently gotten his boyfriend a good present. “Well, Merry Christmas, Stiles!” Derek formed a most muscular pose, his tiny body flexing with power and loving how turned on his boyfriend looked.

A/N: Yeah, it the final photos are AI. I can't do muscle compression morphs, so I decided to go this route. I hope you don't mind!

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December 17: Wesley Adema

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Wesley Adema tried to hide his smirk as his latest client flipped through the pages of the contract for the new home. Wesley was an avid real estate agent, famous for his good looks and for selling expensive homes to lavish clients in Spain. Of course he had the know-how for business and how to sell, but he also knew that his good looks would sometimes help to seal the deal.

Such was the case for this current client.

Wesley had known that his client, an affluent-looking older man who wore a suit that reminded him of a university professor especially when paired with the trimmed white beard, had been into him from the start. Wesley hadn’t been oblivious to the frequent stares and admiring glances his way from the other man as he’d shown him the home. The real estate guru hadn’t minded; quite the opposite actually. Wesley had made sure to dress in form-fitting suits so that he could show off his musculature at every chance he could, knowing that he’d be able to get this older man to sign in no time flat if he continued to work his charm.

Lo and behold, the older man was just about to sign on the dotted line, buying an expensive house that would definitely bring Wesley a fat commission. He was so caught up in the excitement of getting another big pay out, that he’d barely paid any more attention to the older man, his job already done pretty much.

The older man hesitated before signing. “Oh, I’m not seeing a certain… amenity,” he pointed out, his deep voice sounding disappointed.

Wesley pulled out his phone and already started to type up the blurb for his next social media post where he’d brag about selling another house, so he just shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just pencil it in,” he impatiently told the other man.

The client gave a throaty chuckle. “If you insist.” He scribbled on the contract and then slid it and the pen towards Wesley for him to sign.

Without a second thought, Wesley snatched the pen and signed on the line where indicated.

The exact second Wesley finished signing, he felt his body tense up. “Hnng!” the stud grunted as he felt a massive tingle ripple over his frame, followed by the sounds of his clothes ripping to shreds.

All of the muscles in Wesley’s body began to inflate all at once. His back and shoulders broadened to an absurd width, making it so that the stud would have to enter through any standard-sized door sideways now. His arms packed on so much muscle that they were barely flexible, and his rotund biceps were forced to rest atop his flaring lats. Pecs ballooned outwards, blocking the view of anything below them; and his nipples even enlarged and poked off his meaty pecs as they hardened. He felt his waist start to pinch inwards, turning his frame into an hourglass figure. This was made even more prominent as his glutes swelled up and bubbled out from his lower back, rivaling the size of melons. Thighs widened to help accommodate the mass at Wesley’s back, and the growing hunk had to readjust his stance in order to make up for their sheer size.

Wesley’s cock shot to attention, lengthening as it hardened. It went from an impressive seven inches to nearly thirteen, and it was thick as a beer can. It jutted out in front of the growing stud, already leaking precum. His balls inflated to the size of lemons.

As a final touch the small wrinkles at Wesley’s eyes disappeared, as did the stubble on his jaw which squared off. A dull smile formed on the real estate agent’s face once the transformation was done. His eyes widened again when he felt new clothes magically appear on his larger, muscled frame: a pair of red speedos that barely covered his bubble butt and girthy cock, and a baseball hat that he wore backwards. Besides that, the hunk was left to leave his new physique on full display to the older man before him.

The client smirked as he crossed his arms in front of his beefy chest, admiring his work that stood before him.

Wesley took a hesitant step forward, a look of panic crossing over his face as he felt flesh rubbing against flesh in a manner it never had before. Everything felt so heavy. Yet, the feeling passed as soon as he saw the other man, his barely contained cock twitching as he took in the sight of his former client.

Wesley rubbed at his temples, having a little difficulty reaching with his massive biceps and forearms pushing against each other. “Ugh, what happened, Bro?” Wesley bellowed in his deeper voice. He paused at the odd words that left his mouth, but the thick fog that seemed to settle into his brain wouldn’t let him dwell on it for long.

The older man chuckled. “Don’t worry about a thing, Muscleboy,” he grinned as he gestured towards the sink. “Why don’t you start cleaning up, and then I’ll take care of that hard cock for you?”

Wesley felt his heart race in his muscled chest, and he eagerly nodded. “Okay!” he happily said, waddling over to the sink. He paused when he felt like his butt shouldn’t be bouncing as much as it was, but he shook it off. Plus, he had to put all of his leftover brain power, which wasn’t much, to work as he tried to wash dishes with his pecs and biceps constantly pushing against one another. His big, muscled arms would sometimes jostle a permanently hard nipple, making him shudder as a wet mark started to form on the front of his speedos.

But Wesley was determined. In his eyes, the older man was his daddy, and he lived with him to serve his every need. New memories filtered into the inflated man’s brain— images of him constantly working out, fucking, flexing, and doing chores around the house for the older man. Wesley was completely head over heels for the daddy, and he couldn’t resist wiggling his hips as he stood at the sink, making his rotund booty jiggle for him.

The older man just smirked, eying what he’d penciled in on the contract which he and Wesley had signed: Wesley Adema will be my live-in, slutty muscleboy.

The dim muscleboy quickly got distracted at the sink and began to admire his muscled frame, flexing and bouncing his mammoth tits, getting lost in the sheer expanse of flesh. Nothing much was going on in his head, but he didn’t care.

He loved being his daddy’s live-in muscleboy, getting to flex and get fucked by him all the time!

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December 24: Cody Christian

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Hunky actor Cody Christian wore a deep frown on his handsome face as he got dressed into his clothes for the photoshoot. The stud buttoned up his shirt, taking time to admire his form in the mirror.

He’d spent years working out religiously in the gym, making sure to build up his muscles to a decent proportional build. It had gained him loads of fans and even offered numerous roles. His pecs popped nicely, yet modestly. His biceps had a nice curve to them, illustrating that he could play the tough guy roles due to the strength they exuded. Lastly, he never neglected legs, ensuring that they matched the rest of his toned body perfectly.

And yet, the photographer of the shoot had had the nerve to suggest that Cody try to work out some more and gain some size when he’d shown up.

“I don’t need any more size,” the actor grumbled under his breath. He was already big enough, so he figured that the photographer had no idea what he was talking about. “He probably wants me to look like one of those roided freaks…”

The moment the words left Cody’s full lips, he began to feel a tingling sensation ripple throughout his body, making him break out into goosebumps. Before he could react, Cody gasped as he saw all of his body hair beginning to pull inwards.

The stud ran a disbelieving hand over his now smooth body, shocked that he felt as if he’d just freshly shaved all over. Cody was never really hirsute, but he wasn’t too into manscaping.

Cody didn’t have time to voice any of his confusion or even try to come up with an explanation before his whole body tensed up, all of his muscles starting to inflate to obscene proportions.

Cody’s calves inflated to the size of footballs, his thighs growing to such wide sizes that they pressed against each other, forcing him to widen his stance. His jeans tore to shreds, landing on the floor in a tattered mess at his feet. He blushed as his butt puffed out, resembling enormous beach balls that were attached to his lower back as they jutted out. The growth traveled upwards as his shoulders broadened to a wide degree. His traps inflated, swallowing up his neck. Arms that were previously toned and proportional were blown out of sync as his biceps rounded out, rivaling the size of bowling balls. His bigger arms rested on lats that flared out, forcing them to hand akimbo at his sides. Cody’s modest pecs ballooned outwards, blocking his view of anything below him. His nipples stretched out and puffed up, looking large and nubby from the huge growth. His shirt followed suit with his pants, leaving him in nothing but his stretched out underwear.

As a final touch, Cody’s stomach dropped as he watched his stomach begin to balloon out too, forming a large roid gut. It continued to bubble out, jutting far out in front of him, with his enormous muscletits resting on top of it. He couldn’t even see his cock and balls that were hidden beneath his rotund belly.

The tingling sensation ceased, and where a toned actor had been stranded a minute ago was an over muscled bodybuilder with a massive roid belly.

“Wh-what the fuck happened to me?!” Cody panicked, his voice sounding much deeper now than it used to. There was no scale around, but the inflated hunk estimated that he must’ve gained at least one-hundred pounds of pure muscle. He looked like a freak!

“Cody Christian to the set, please!” the photographer called out.

Thanks to his panic, it took Cody a little bit to realize that his inflated body had started to move on its own accord. Cody’s face was bright red as his walk resembled more of a waddle as he struggled to move around with such bulky muscles hindering his movements. His thighs kept rolling over each other, and his arms were stuck out at his sides, making him lumber about.

The stud huffed annoyedly when he tried to exit his dressing room, but his broad shoulders both banged against the doorjamb. He had to turn sideways and squeeze himself through the door, his big roid gut making it difficult to fit.

He waddled out onto the photoshoot set, his heart racing in his beefy chest.

The photographer was all smiles as he looked up at the bodybuilder Cody. “Perfect!” he beamed. “It looks like you took my suggestion to heart.” He raised the camera and started to take pictures of the massive muscleman.

On instinct, Cody began to run his hands over this smooth muscles seductively. He ran his hands over his huge roid belly before massaging his inflated pecs. He tried to stop himself, but it was impossible. The hunky actor paled as he realized that not only had his muscles and gut been inflated to incredible proportions, but he couldn’t even control it anymore.

Cody lifted both of his massive arms above his head, forming a double biceps poser. As he flex, he kept his handsome smirk on his face while his big belly jutted out in front of him with every pose and flex he made for the camera.

“You look like such a big, roid-abusing muscle freak,” the photographer laughed as he continued to take pictures of the new bodybuilder. “Maybe you should consider getting even bigger and bigger…"

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[Video source: https://x.com/MusclegodMass1/status/1618698609159196673]

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December 11: Zane Phillips

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Actor Zane Phillips was relaxing at home with his boyfriend, Froy Gutierrez. The two guys were lounging on the couch, barely watching various Christmas movies while they cuddled and had some sexy fun.

Zane lied on his back, with Froy resting on the actor’s chest tracing invisible circles on his pecs before pausing.

“Babe?” Froy asked, looking up at Zane. “Are you growing out your chest hair?”

“What? No…” Zane said, his voice trailing off when he looked down at his pecs. 

The previously smooth muscle mounds had some slight stubble on them, most of the tiny hairs centered around his hard nipples before spreading out across the rest of his pecs. Zane would sometimes let his chest hair grow out for a role that called for it, but now the tiny hairs covered more of his torso than they should’ve. Zane never considered himself as “Hairy”, yet now he seemed to be on the beginning stages of it.

“Oh, um, I guess I forgot to shave…?” Zane muttered as he ran a confused hand over his chest, feeling the slight stubble. “Remind me to shave it off before my photoshoot.”

Froy mock-frowned. “I will,” he said, “but I have to admit that I think you’d look pretty hot with a hairy chest.”

Zane chuckled. “I doubt it.”

The next morning, Zane shaved his chest to make it all nice and smooth. As he shaved, he could’ve sworn that his pecs looked slightly hairier than usual, but he chalked it up to sleepiness.

When he got on set, Zane absent-mindedly scratched at his t-shirt as he listened to the photographer’s brief.

“…you’re on the beach and you’re ready to be a sexy lifeguard,” the photographer said, pointing at a spot on the set for Zane to stand. “Go ahead and take your shirt off and we’ll get some pictures.”

Zane sauntered over to the spot where he was directed and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. He placed both of his hands on his hips and puffed out his muscled chest as he posed.

The photographer frowned and lowered his camera. “Mr. Phillips,” he huffed, “did you not get the brief? You were asked to shave your chest before the shoot.”

The actor jerked back and cocked his eyebrow in confusion. “I did…” he muttered as he looked down at his chest, gasping.

His chest was now officially hairy.

Coarse black hairs covered Zane’s pecs in their entirety, his hard nipples poking out of the dense fur. The hairs even traveled down his torso, covering his stomach and shielding his hard-earned abs from view. The hair even went upwards and started to grow over his shoulders, connecting to some that were starting to sprout on his back.

Zane looked like he hadn’t shaved his chest this morning, let alone this year.

“What the hell…?” Zane muttered under his breath as he ran a disbelieving hand through the thick fur on his chest. He then blushed when he spotted the other people on set watching him. “I, uh, I gotta go!”

Zane sprinted off the set, barely having time to snatch his shirt to cover his hairy chest from view.

A few hours later, when Froy got home, he could hear Zane’s annoyed grunts from their upstairs bathroom. “Zane?” he called up. “Everything okay?”

“Son of a bitch!” Zane’s annoyed voice roared out, echoing throughout the halls.

Froy rushed upstairs and burst into the bathroom, standing back at what he witnessed.

Zane stood in front of the sink, running an electric razor over his chest frantically. The razor left smooth tracks in the thick fur that covered his muscled torso, causing the black hairs to fall to the floor at the stud’s feet. There were clumps of hair all over the floor, as if Zane had shaved numerous cats and dogs, not just his chest. And it wasn’t just Zane’s chest that was hairy. The dark hairs covered his thick arms and legs, making him look all fuzzy. His stubble had grown in too, covering his square jaw as a beard started to form. The actor was nude, allowing his boyfriend to see his larger bush and his fuzzy ass cheeks.

The actor noticed his boyfriend in the doorway and held his arms out to show off his body. “Babe!” he panicked. “Something’s happening to me!”

Froy’s eyes widened as he witnessed his boyfriend’s shaved chest begin to sprout black hairs that thickened in a snap, leaving his chest looking all hairy and fuzzy in a matter of seconds.

“Damn it!” Zane yelled as he stomped his foot in frustration. “No matter what I do, the hair just keeps growing back!” He ran his hands over his fuzzy pecs to emphasize his point, his cock slightly twitching over the odd sensation. “What am I supposed to do?!” He knew that even if he wore a shirt, the hairs would curl over the collar; and his new beard was also concerning. It was still trimmed and manageable, but he feared that it wouldn’t stay like that of long given how quickly his chest hair had grown in.

Froy walked up to his boyfriend and placed a reassuring hand on his hairy shoulder. “Don’t worry, Babe,” he tried to coo, “it doesn’t look bad.” He wanted to be a good boyfriend and support Zane through this hard time, although deep down he thought that his boyfriend looked incredibly sexy with such a hairy, manly body.

Zane tensed up at the sensation of his boyfriend’s fingers running through his now ample body hair. He frowned as he looked down at his hairy form. “B-but,” he whined, knowing that a lot of his parts and photoshoots called him to be freshly shaven so as to play on his boy-next-door charm, “…you really don’t mind this?” He gestured at his fuzzy pectorals. The hair was so prominent on his chest that he could barely see any of his muscle contour lines; the only parts that weren’t covered by the thick hair were his pink nipples.

Froy chuckled. “Of course I don’t mind,” he said, running his fingers through the thick fur on his boyfriend’s plump pecs, loving how the hairy stud tensed up at the feeling. “And who cares what others think? You look really hot with all of this sexy man fur. Fuck those cute guy roles. You look ready for the sexy man ones now.”

Zane’s heart raced faster in his hairy chest and his cock was throbbing as his boyfriend played with his chest hair, the feeling of another man’s fingers playing with making the hairs feel as they were all live wires each directly connected to his aching cock. They all made his chest insanely sensitive, and the more his boyfriend petted him, the more turned on he felt.

“Ughh!” Zane grunted as he came, his cock shooting its load up in the air, his cum landing on his hairy pecs.

Neither of them knew what was behind all of this, but Froy couldn’t bring himself to really care too much. He leaned in closer to his hot, hairy boyfriend, eager to play with his hairy chest again.