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Drink up and grow

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Customer Service

“Damn it…” Louis could always tell when one of those guys was about to come into his store. The type of guy who had quite a bit of muscle but still wanted everyone else to know how big he was. The problem was Louis was always bigger. He’d been training for his entire life. Guys from all over would come and find him to show off their stuff only to realize that Louis was in fact bigger.

“Hey man,” the guy started out.

“Hey,” Louis tried to act like he was restocking the shelves. If he acted uninterested sometimes they left him alone.

The other guy kept looking around the shop but clearly wasn’t there to buy anything. “Hey,” he started again. “You use any of this shit?”

“Yeah, I like the mega booster,” Louis replied.

“Yeah? Good shit?”

“Sure,” Louis just wanted him to leave the store before he asked the inevitable.

“So is that what got you so big?” he held up another canister of test booster.

“No…”

“Then what was it?”

“Dark magic.”

“Don’t be an asshole.” The guy looked down at the protein powders again. He kept trying to act like he was there for something else. “If you don’t want to tell me just don’t.”

Louis knew he’d hurt the guy’s feelings. Some of the people he ran into could be so temperamental just because he wouldn’t give them the ‘secret’ to becoming the massive giant he was. But that was just part one of his curse. They had to know how he had gotten so big.

“C’mon kid. Don’t be like that. You got a descent physique going. Don’t try to mess it up with something you’ll regret later.”

The guy was visibly angry. “Kid? Dude. Don’t call me kid. I didn’t get this way just yesterday,” he flexed his pretty good sized arm. Despite being in his early twenties he’d still had at least a 17 inch bicep. “I know guys like you are on something. And all I’m doing is asking for a little help. Okay?”

Louis didn’t argue. He could already feel the kid’s muscles flowing into him. It always started with his shirt straining against his growing chest. His sleeves would start to slide up his shoulders and his shorts would stretch tightly around his growing thighs and butt. He’d learned the hard way not to wear jeans. All it took was one bad split in the middle of the park and he knew never to wear them again. “Okay… Sorry. Just trying to look out for you.”

“Trying to look out for me?” he stomped over to Louis. With each step his head lowered just a little more under the shelves. His shirt changed from a cut off to short sleeves that fit him pretty loosely. The massive muscles he’d spent so many years trying to perfect and grow disappeared like they’d never been there. “You’re just trying to… You’re just…” he was at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized just how big of a guy Louis actually was. His head tilted back trying to look the giant in the eyes. “Wow…” he said under his breath.

“Yes. I was just trying to look out for you.”

The guy blushed at the huge bodybuilder before him. “You’re just trying to look out for me?” It had a sickeningly sweet tone to it. Louis rolled his eyes and nodded. He knew the guy didn’t see it. He was way too busy looking at Louis’ thick bicep and chest. The guy’s eyes were tracing Louis’ body in a very obvious manner.

“Do you want to feel?” this was just another one of many times this had happened. He pulled his arm out and gave a small flex. He already knew the answer. “Go on.”

“CAN I?!” the guy’s mouth hung open as he stared at the oversized arm. “It’s not too weird? I don’t know. Is it okay?” Louis nodded. “Oh my god. Thank you.” His small hands started rubbing the huge muscle. Louis kept it flexed as the guy tried to push it down. “It’s so hard… I just can’t believe it… Guys like you… Wow.”

“Yeah… Yeah…” Louis rolled his eyes again. “If you want to see more, here’s my card.” He handed the other man a small business card with a screen name on it. “I get on a couple times a week and take just about any requests. For a price, of course.”

The guy’s mouth hung open. “Oh… Oh! That’s awesome! I can’t wait! I’m going to tell all my friends about this place. Let’s take a quick picture.” He pulled out his phone and posed next to the big guy. Louis smiled uncomfortably as his new small customer got their photo taken. “Thanks man! This is great. I’ll… I’ll make sure to check this out.” The guy waved as he left the building. “And tell all my friends!”

It was just another day for Louis. He was really good at getting satisfied customers. He just wished he could get people to actually buy something from his store…

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"Now, where were we, pipsqueak? Still got shit to say to your old man?"

And the young Marine that just finished his tour can only tremble in fear. He never expected his final visit to close the door of repairing the relationship for good to his bitter old man might bite him in the end. All the years building his body and preparing himself to this day vanished like he never left the home he dreaded. And to make matter worse, his old man now is in ownership of his physique while he got dished the old man's skinny and sickly body

"Guess you're still the little pipsqueak that I know. Pfft, thanks for the muscle, son,"

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I don’t know why I got myself in this match, I agreed to this match. The winner takes all, we were the same size before yet he won instead of me.

Now I’m forced to watch him grow in size as I lose all of my muscles to him. It could have been me! He cheated! It’s unfair that he gains all my hard work.

Wait why is he starting to look more handsome? And he getting taller too? Wait he is seriously taking all I have. I cannot escape, his grip on my arm is too strong. To think it all could have been the other way around.

Let me go please you have taken enough already I begged, wait my voice is different. Such a high pitch. Too late little bro, I’m not stopping its winner takes all he says in the most powerful baritone voice ever. Sending shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach.

Just a little longer and all you are is a little twink, oh and do know you cannot bully me anymore about my average cock compared to your xxl monster he said. I’ll be enjoying this sooner than you think, cause damn boy you are a hot looking twink.

When I’m done I’ll be breeding you first, testing out this new cock and strength. So that’s it I guess, you seemed to be fully drained. Bent over and get ready .

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"Oh my God Dad, how? You already gain more than 100 pounds, I cannot even steal more than 50!"

"I'm your father, son. You still have more to learn from me," and as he grunted, the already boulder-like shoulder packed a little bit more with muscle and veins popped even more.

He thought he was special and he wanted to assert his dominance to his scrawny father because he felt bored living under the control of such a meek man when he realized he could pack muscle to himself by stealing from other people just recently. The only downside is, turned out his father have the same ability too, even better, yet he kept it a secret because he dislike the attention he would receive. As an IT security consultant for companies, he tried not to intimidate his client and live modestly, keeping his power to himself to not attract much attention. But with his son's effort of defiance, the meek man feels the need to show who's the man of the house still

The hard thing will be to explain all of this to his younger son who is still in junior high. He's not home yet and the sight of two muscle hunks inside the house will surprise the little boy.

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I found a nice young man on Grindr, his good looking face and nice fit body looked great. As horny I am I really wanted this young bull to breed me. He already looked pretty strong and his profile says he is a dominant guy.

I felt do horny I asked if he would come over right now. He replied that he can be at my place in twenty minutes, he is just finishing up his workout. I got ready and waited for him to come over. I told him the door is open and I’ll be waiting upstairs.

The moment I heard the door close and a person walking up the stairs I got in position, my ass towards the door. I held my legs up in the air as I waited for him to walk in. I saw him and he looked better than his pictures, a big goofy grin on his face as he saw me waiting. He began rimming my hole, his tongue working hard to get it ready.

He slabbed my ass and pushed his dick in me. It wasn’t huge, just an average sized dick. Yet it felt so good in me already. He slowly thrusted against me, his pecs bouncing with every thrust. My 9 inches meat flopped around rock hard.

The way he used me felt amazing, my mind going num as he ravaged my hole. He got more verbal as he went on, telling me who is in charge. How I have a great big boy pussy. And how he will take everything I got.

He flipped me around, put me in doggy position. He got behind me and went to town on me. He made me cum as he plowed me rough. I felt myself getting weaker, but as he made me feel so good I didn’t think much of it. How much better his cock felt in me and the power he had in him to fuck so hard and tough. What I didn’t saw was that he slowly got stronger himself, his body gaining muscle as my own body lost it. He grew bigger as he fucked, his arms getting bigger just as his cock grew larger and thicker as he kept pounding me. My own big meat shrinking. His balls beginning to hang lower as they swelled in size too.

After a while he pulled out he ordered me to get on my back. It is then I noticed how much bigger he looked, more massive than before. His face and body looking hotter, more masculine. I loved it and began to beg to have his cock in me again. While he pushed it in me I saw a glimpse of it, looking definitely bigger.

With my legs up and him inches from my face he fucked me again with nice firm thrusts. He kissed me every now and then, I rubbed his nipples as he fucked. He loved what I did cause I could feel his cock twitch and his eyes roll back. I began holding on to his arms. The biceps of him bulging as he kept himself from falling on me. He began to say to give it to him. So I played with him, I begged him to take me. He got rougher and said fuck yeah boy, I’ll take it all.

As he fucked my brains out I could feel my grip on his biceps failing. I looked as they slowly swelled in size. His whole body growing in front of me, his pecs getting bigger and bigger. His abs appearing, and his neck and shoulders with back widening in front of me. He kissed me again, I could start to feel some prickly beard. His hairless chin now had a full beard as he pulled away from me again.

I saw my own body now, my muscled body almost completely gone. My body hair faded only to see his muscled getting coated by a nice fur layer. My once enormous cock now tiny and small. I already knew where that size went, every minute my hole felt more stretched. My eyes rolled back as he continued to pound. I didn’t want this to stop and I accepted my fate. I came hard as he complemented my now twink like body.

He roared as his sweaty massive body twitched and shook. I could feel his massive cock pushing in as deep as he could. He held me tight as he came in me.

I lay in bed, my hole gaping as I could feel his warm cum oozing from it. I looked at him catching his breath standing. He had grown big and manly, his thick beard and jawline. His wide boulder shoulders and tree trunk legs. I looked at my own body, seeing nothing of the muscle mass i once carried. I felt smaller, I could see he taken a big chunk of my height as he stands as a giant. He complemented me how cute and breedable I look. He grinned, telling he didn’t know how much he would be able to take. He crawled on top of me, asking if I liked being his boy. I smiled, and said yes. He smiled too, perfect I think we are a perfect couple. He spread my legs and held his already erect 11 inch monster at the entrance and of my hole. He asked if I am ready for round two, before I could answer he already had his cock in me.

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Dreamy Drain

"Unngh..." I jolt awake to movement from Brock's bed, my eyes drawn to the massive outline pressing against his thin sheet "God, it's happening again..."

soft moan escapes Brock's lips as his cock visibly pulses larger beneath the fabric "Mmm... more..." sheet starts to slip as his shoulders broaden

"I can't look away... watching as his body stretches longer, feet now hanging well past the bed ...every night he just takes more..."

sheet slides further down his expanding ebony chest "Bigger..." Brock groans in his sleep, newly thick arms pushing against the mattress

"Fuck... gasping as his obsidian spire frees itself from the confines of the sheet, revealing his naked transformation ... He's almost as big as I used to be..."

Brock's cock pulses, the head flares as it surges upwards and outwards while I feel more and more average under the sheet "Always been... he mumbles ...biggest..."

"The way it just keeps growing... transfixed by his expanding manhood ...thicker... longer... stealing everything that made me..." voice getting higher

Brock's naked form continues expanding, dark skin gleaming with sweat "More..." abs deepening, thighs thickening

"Tomorrow he'll think he's always been this godly... watching his roommate's cock pulse even larger ...while I remember being the big one..."

sheet finally falls completely to floor as Brock's massive frame overwhelms the bed "Perfect..." he moans, cock bobbing heavily

"Why... feeling myself shrink further ...why does watching him take everything turn me on so much?"

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Tribute From the Pledge

"Hey pledge, been meaning to talk to you about those dues you couldn't afford last month. Don't sweat it - told you I'd cover them, right? smirks Besides, seems like you've been paying me back in other ways... even if you don't realize it. Been watching you get smaller every week since then. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but damn... you're like half the size you were during rush. And me? flexes Seems like everything you lose just keeps finding its way to me."

adjusts straining shirt over swollen muscles

"Funny how that works, right? You missing payments, me getting bigger, you shrinking away... grunt Fuck, even right now I can feel myself swelling up just standing near you. Those arms that used to curl plates? Now you can barely lift the bar. That cock that had all the sorority girls talking? Well... grabs package pretty sure I know where all that meat went. But don't worry about the dues anymore, little man. You're giving me exactly what I want - one pound of flesh at a time. Now come spot me on bench - well, try to anyway. Something about having you close really helps me push out those extra reps..."

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OMG babe, you absorbed my abusive ex into your body. Look at your body, so big and strong now you have his steroid abusing muscles. I can’t wait to ride that dick of yours. His massive cock suits you better anyway.

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Getting On The Wrestling Team

I wanted to be on a sports team at school. To me, wrestling was the best pick. One on one with another guy the own size.

One of the senior members of the team confronted me. Saying I was too small. I would look like a joke out there. And our team is not going to get laughed at.

Greg Hall was massive compared to me.

I mustered up the courage to say to him. I fit into this weight class where can I join the team?

He looked me right in the eye and said. There's no nerds on the wrestling team.

I went back to my dorm room. I had this old magic book of my grandfather's. I almost forgot about having it.

Searching through the pages I found the spell. It was slow acting but I was going to steal his muscular physics for my own and and be on the team.

I had to do a start reciting it.

I surprised how well the spell worked I didn't even know it would work. I was growing in height and in size little by little.

I could feel myself gaining muscle mass slowly but surely. My lean muscular body started growing more masculine.

After growing a bit in size I decided to go confront him. I didn't say anything to him I just kept reciting the spell. Watching him shrinking in size. Getting smaller before our eyes.

His skin-tight jeans were getting baggy. His chest was getting smaller by the minute. He was shrinking so fast in size he stepped right out of his shoes.

The more closer the more fear went into his eyes as I grew before him. I stood him up and his jeans fell to the ground. It spun him around and pulled off his jacket. He stood in his baggy underwear. I kept saying to spell over and over. He was getting smaller by the second as I was growing.

I grabbed his clothes and said I'll be needing these.

He walked out his room to my dorm room.

I just kept saying the spell.

Come morning he wii have my body and I had his. He kept telling me a guy this size couldn't join the wrestling team? My old body still looked amazing on him.

It's still an amazing shape and physique just not the giant jock he was.

I woke up the next morning having his physique as my own. His muscure tone was amazing at me. The change in height too. Somewhat taller. Everything he was I am now.

I went back to the spell book and it was a finishing spell I had to do.

I started reciting that spell as I looked out the window. I could feel my body changing a little bit more. My facial features were coming a little more manly. With a more chiseled to match my new body.

By the time I was done I didn't even need my glasses any more. I put on the clothes I grabbed from him yesterday. I loved how their tight fit caressed my new body.

I grabbed a large box in the corner of my room and threw all my old clothes inside along with my shoes. Emptying out my dresser drawers.

I went to Greg's room. He was totally afraid to open the door. I push my way in. I dumped the contents of the box onto his bed.

He hid in the corner. Crying and in fear. I strip him of what he was wearing. All your clothes and shoes belong to me. You get my old clothes.

I walked around his room, grabbing his clothes and shoes and throwing them in the box. I cleaned out his closet and his dresser drawers. I smiled at him and says it's great to be on the wrestling team. .

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The Protien Shake

Jamison peeled himself away from his football team as someone knocked on the door for the second time.

“For Christs sake,” he muttered, feeling the dull soreness from his previous leg workout ache in his quads. You’d think that most of this college city would be shut down on a Saturday. Their team was playing, and most people went home for the weekend anyway. Jamison walked down the hallway, past pinup posters, and his Roomate snoring loudly from the other room. Reaching the door and took a peak through the streaked window pane. He grimaced internally, gripping the door knob with his meaty hands

“Man what’s this guy doing here…” He swung the door partly open and leaned against the doorframe. His deep voice reverberating back into the hallway.

“Hey man, whats up?” In front of him stood… well to be honest he didn’t remember his name. Some guy from his statistic class. Tall, clean shaven, Cardigan.. not exactly the guys he usually hung out with. The kid gave him a smile and stuck out his hand for a shake.

“Hey Jamison! It’s great to see you man, how you doing?”

What the fuck - Jamison thought, trying to casually alter the handshake into a dap. It didn’t work at all, and they eventually landed on a clumsy fist bump together.

Jamison shifted his massive shoulders on the frame. “Sorry man, I completely spaced your name haha, what was it again?” He said, trying to get this interaction to come to an end as soon as possible. It sounded like the lions had just scored and he wanted to make it back to the TV in time for the field goal.

The kid in front of him smiled.

“Oh no worries man,” he said, with the same smile plastered on his face. “It’s Cole. I helped you with your test correction about a week ago, Remember?”

Jamison squinted, He didn’t remember… and he didn’t care.

“Oh yeah, hey thanks again for that by the way.” Between Cole and his roommates snoring, Jamison heard the TV cut to commercial break. Shit, he’d missed it.

“Hey man, I’m kinda in the middle of something right now haha, whats up?” Jamison feigned a grin, but he really needed Cole to pack it up.

Cole continued with his unwavering smile.

“Oh no problem man! You’re watching the game right? Wouldn’t wanna keep you from that.” Cole reached around into his leather side bag and pulled out a blender bottle.

“I was on campus a few minutes ago and there was a start up company handing out some free samples of their product. They gave me this protein shake, but I’m lactose in tolerant so I thought I’d stop by on my way home and give it to you. You drink these, right?” Cole offered the bottle,

Jamison squinted, grabbing the bottle. The frothy liquid inside sure as hell looked like a protien shake.

"Yeah man I do drink these, but isn't campus closed today? I didn't think there'd be anyone over there right now."

Cole paused for a second, smile drooping.

"Uh, well I have a few tutoring meetings I attend on Saturday, just for extra credit hours ya know?" Man this freaking kid

"Yeah man, I get ya" Jamison said, slowly starting to move the door. "Thanks for thinking of me man, this'll help me out in the gym." He popped a pec for added emphasis and threw the peace sign.

"I'll see ya later dude."

Adam grinned as the door closed.

"No problem man. Hey you should still have my number from our tutoring session, text me what you think of it big guy!"

The door shut and Jamison grimaced. Big guy? This kid was awkward as hell. He strode down the hall back to the living room where the game was back on in full swing. He threw himself down on the couch and listened to it creak under his massive frame. Cole wasn't wrong, at 6,4 and 260 pounds, the only reason Jamison wasn't on the team was because of his twice torn ACL.

He inspected the blender bottle in his hand and gave it a good shake. This may have been the weirdest gift he'd ever been given... but hey protiens protien.. right?

He popped the lid and sniffed the liquid. Carmel, chocolate, and other aromas greeted him warmly. He raised the bottle to his lips and began to eagerly chug.

Damn this shit‘s fucking good! The shake didn't have the normal stale protien taste, but was smooth, rich, and had a distinct flavor that Jamison couldn't quite put a finger on.

He didn’t take a breath as he shotgunnedthe shake, and set the bottle down on the couch leg. He belched.

Jamison settled into the couch, enjoying the football game and finding himself getting more and more drowsy with each passing moment. The shake Cole had brought over seemed to warm him from the inside.

The Lions intercepted, turning the ball over.

“I gotta figure out who makes that shit,” he murmured, watching a ref call a foul on the play. The flat screen TV was the only thing illuminating the living room, and Jamison couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds. The pleasant warmth from the protein shake still building in his stomach, and now starting to spread throughout his body. Even his previously sore muscles, seemed to be melting down into a blissfully relaxed state. A drip of drool escaped his lips as sleep began to overtake him. For some reason Jamison didn’t mind missing the rest of the game. His mind felt foggy and distant as exhaustion overtook him.

“I’ll catch up on the score later,” he thought, and sank into a dreamless sleep.

******

Jamison slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head as he registered that his Roomate was speaking to him.

“What’s up buddy? I didn’t even know you were home man.”

Jamison closed his eyes and groaned, stretching his arms over his head and his legs out in front of him.

“Ha yeah, sorry I fell asleep after I…” Jamison groggily sat up, running his hands up and down his smooth arms. What had he been doing?

Jamisons Roomate nodded and stared moving empty bottles and trash off of the living room table. Apparently trying to tidy the place up a bit

“ Yeah man, I hope you don’t mind I paused your show,” Jamison glanced blearily over at the TV. Lord of the rings Return of the king was paused near the end, Right at the good part! Jamison groaned again, How could he have fallen asleep during his favorite movie? Funnily enough, he didn’t remember turning it on in the first place…

Jamison stood up and started shuffling for the kitchen. He stood about a head and a half shorter than his six foot roomate, although for some strange reason he felt a little shorter today. He glanced in a hanging mirror, and started adjusting his hair. running his slender fingers through his bed head to get that perfect cute fluffy look again. His roomate kept talking.

“Anyway, I’m having some of the guys over tonight and were hoping to get lucky with a few chics. Was hoping that was alright with you?” Jamison rolled his eyes grabbing a snack from the fridge. His roommates buddy’s were total meat heads, and he didn’t really get along well with them. All they ever talked about was sports and how they were banging dumb sorority girls. It wasn’t like his roomate really cared what he thought, He just wanted jamison out of the way.

“Yeah I guess that’s fine.” Jamison said as he returned to the living room. He still felt bleary, but seemed to remember having evening plans. “I’m heading out to go play DND with a friend in a few hours anyway.” He found himself saying automatically.

His roomate smiled, obviously glad he didn’t have to deal with his nerdy roomate during his rager tonight. “Thanks a lot man,” he said.

“By the way, do you know who’s this is?”

Jamison glanced over as he started heading up the stairs. His roomate was holding a shaker bottle with the remains of a protein shake inside of it. Jamison dimly remembered drinking it.

“Oh yeah man it’s mine, Cole brought it over for me.” Jamison reached out and took the shaker bottle from his hand. His roomate cocked his head and lifted an eyebrow.

“I didn’t think that protein was really your thing Bro.” He said smiling. Jamison rolled his eyes and started heading up stairs.

“Have a fun party tonight dude.” Jamison examined the shaker in his hands as he walked into his room. His roomate was right, protein, weight lifting and gym stuff had never really been his thing. He had always been more into gaming and fine arts and the like. He shook his head, dang! For some reason, his brain felt so fuzzy and slow after that nap. The combination of that shake and lord of the rings must have really knocked him out.

Jamison caught a glimpse of his reflection in the hallway window. It’s not like he was in bad shape either, He had always just been a smaller guy. He went into his room and flopped down on his twin bed, under the collection of Magic and Marvel posters hanging on the wall. He flipped open his phone and pulled up one of his favorite photos of himself, just to make himself feel a little better after his roommates comments.

Jamison examined himself in the photo, feeling like something was off for some reason. He had taken that photo after he had bought that pair or underwear. He had felt sexy, not that he would ever show any one.

“Freaking roomate ..” Jamison muttered in his light tenor voice. He was insecure about a lot of things, which is why he was still in the closet. Jamison was constantly torn between being annoyed by his jockish roomate, and being secretly attracted to him.

That train of thought reminded Jamison about how he had gotten the protein shake in the first place. Cole. Jamison rolled over on his bed and flushed a bit at the thought of him. Cole was a fellow student he had met at the tutoring class. Right?

Jamison rubbed his temples, his head still incredibly fuzzy. Wasn’t it Cole that was tutoring him? No that couldn’t be right. Cole was on the college football team and Jamison had been helping him through statistics homework. Yeah, that was right

He shook his head, wondering why he was having such a hard time remembering all this. From The moment Jamison had met Cole, he had been ridiculously turned on by him. Cole was the definition of masculine, with an amazingly muscular body, charisma, and a the most handsome face.

Jamison opened his photo album and scrolled up, until he found a picture of Cole that he had saved off instagram. Cole had been preparing for a bodybuilding show or something when the photo was taken, and it was one of Jamisons favorite photos to jack off to.

Jamison shuddered, feeling an erection starting to bulge in his pants, when he remembered what Cole had said when he had dropped off the protein shake. He opened his messages and started texting him,

“Thanks again for the protein shake man! I tried it and it was really good lol. I’m not super familiar with them but I really liked this one!”

Jamison blushed as Cole started to text back

“Hey Jamison! Haha I can tell you tried it, I’m glad you liked it. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Jamison couldn’t help from smiling as he texted Cole back, head still feeling fuzzy for some reason.

“Lol what do you mean I can tell? Your so crazy haha. What was that brand called again?” Jamison had to actively stop himself from being flirty over text. Cole typed back.

“It’s called Swapr, big guy. If you really liked it, maybe you could come to the gym with me sometime. I know its not really your thing but it might be fun to work out with together. I could show you the ropes?”

Jamisons heart skipped a beat as he read that last message. He bit his lip and he grabbed the bulge in his pants that was begging for attention. Spending time with a stud like Cole would be a dream come true - even if it was at the gym. He might to get to see more of Coles incredible body.

“I would love to do that dude! Thank you so much haha.” He typed back. He waited a moment before cole responded

“No problem Big Man,”

Jamison moaned softly, reaching under his bed for the vibrator he kept hidden from his roomate. Unaware of the previous life he had lived only a few hours before his world had been altered. Across town Cole examined his new body, flexing in the mirror. He was ecstatic that it had worked! The protein powder he had given Jamison had the ability to strip its drinker of their masculine traits, and give them to the owner of the powder. It also rendered the drinker Irresistibly attracted to them. As soon Cole had discovered it he new he would use it to take that jerk Jamison down a peg. He was so tired of being ignored by that Jock, and now he was going to be worshiped by him. Cole tore himself away from his own handsome reflection, and down at the still full bag of protein powder he had left. What to do with it next? He wondered - a devious grin forming on his face.

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"Care to make it more interesting?" the guy said. We were both about the same age, size, and build. Me, a ginger electronics engineer student dedicated to exercise for years, and recently getting serious with bodybuilding, and he, a Latino who obviously didn't skip gym or his meal plan too often. I guess that was why he'd asked me to spot for him at the barbell. He returned the favor and I felt the need to use the same weight as him and do his reps plus one. That led into testosterone fueled adventure hunt through the gym where we one-upped each other on various equipment and exercises. No one else was in there at this hour. Very mature behavior conducive to optimal results, not. We'd likely regret this the rest of the week.

"Interesting how?" We were standing under the pull-up bars.

"Most pull-ups win muscle and size."

"Isn't that always the prize?" I asked.

"I suppose it is. Chin must come above the bar and then the head fully below it for it to count. Are you in?" He held out his hand. I shook it.

"I'm game," and took a small jump up to the bar and started without any hesitation. I could feel fatigue from what we had done previously, but I tuned it out best as I could. He was counting. I came past eight pretty smoothly, but then I started to struggle. I would have hoped to at least would be past twelve by that point. By thirteen I had to really push it to get number fourteen above the bar, but then I had to give up. I felt a bit disappointed, as I normally can go past fifteen, but he should be just as tired as I.

"Strong going," he congratulated and slapped my shoulder. Then he leaped to the bar, also trying to show off, and began. While it didn't look easy for him, I couldn't see him struggling too bad either, rhythmically going up and down, perhaps slowly getting closer to the agreed limit above the bar. "Ten. Eleven. Twelve." His pace didn't falter. "Thirteen. Fourteen." He made a little smirk. "Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen." That last one wasn't perhaps a legal pull-up, but I had already lost. Perhaps he felt it too, so he dropped down to the floor.

"Fuck, I'm tired," he said, no need to pretend anymore. "Well, at least I won. I shall claim my prize," and he grabbed my hand again. Suddenly I was in agony. It felt like the dull day-after-soreness after a particularly grueling gym session, but there was more to it. It felt like I couldn't move anymore, at least not much. I wasn't frozen in place, but my body refused to detach from him, refused from stepping away. I was hot. I could feel droplets of sweat running down my body, and my eyes were watering up, making the entire room hard to see. But I could see that everything was somehow shifting.

Once he let go I felt unsteady, my body still in flames and sore as hell. His face however wasn't in front of me anymore. Instead I stared right into his chest. I looked down at my body. Years worth of work was gone. It was still an athletic body, but all definition in arms and legs were gone. Pecs and shoulders like any track and field student. "What the hell did you do!" I shouted.

"Muscle and size," he said calmly and flexed his now much larger arm. He looked down at me. "Don't worry. Girls like short boys with abs. Boys too I guess."

"Fuck you! Turn me back!"

"Or what? You're going to tell someone a guy you don't know stole your height at the gym?"

He had a point there. If I hadn't just seen it happen it would be completely unbelievable to me too.

"Just be the bigger man," he said and walked towards the showers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- 

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

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

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

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

-- 

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

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

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thefty-o]

Everyone seemingly oblivious to the change as they keep talking and drowning themselves in their business but I really need to break free from whatever shit he put me into. He transferred more and more of my muscle and I believe some traits within me as he seemingly want to reverse our role. I tried to scream for help but that intense gaze locked me as I can only watch him swell to fit his clothes that used to be mine while I used the clothes that he used previously.......

[thefty-o]

Drink from A Stranger

My vision suddenly got blurry as soon as I spent the drink this stranger treated me, which is weird because I have high tolerance and the drink is not even that strong. The whole world around me seems spinning continuously as this huge man in his tight clothes said things that I can’t comprehend clearly. I only heard some words like “woozy”, “drained” and “good source of” as my headache grew stronger until I passed out.

The next morning I wake up in the bathroom floor, shirtless and somehow feeling so sick. Then I realize the shit that happened to my body, I LOST HELL A TON OF MY MUSCLE! And what the fuck with this stupid long hair with bang? I take a look in the mirror to confirm my fear and it’s confirmed right away that somehow I lost almost 15 years of my age or somewhere around that number and also my muscle drained drastically.

I slammed the bathroom door and shocked to see the guy that I met last night posing in front of the mirror

“How’s the hangover? Told you, you’re one hell of a good source of protein,” he said while staring at me with his cold stare, his arm and biceps tensed as he tightened his grip to the towel that he must be use to wipe off his sweat

“What did you do to me last night, asshole?”

“Well, only a simple trick of muscle draining. I know you’re hungry, what about if I replace the lost protein with something more tempting?” he said while suddenly drop his pants to the floor, revealing a thick 7” cock

I’m straight but I don’t know, like there’s some sort of energy or something that make me afraid to him, yet at the same time turned on too. I can only drool to such sight and then once again he smirked

“I knew you’re a fag,” and he sauntered me to force me kneel to the floor and suck his thick cock