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For all of my muscular dreams.

[amalianetwork]

The Giver

Chad, or well he liked to call himself Chad, leaned on the weight rack as he surveyed the gym. He was looking for his mark, ironically named Mark. He spotted Mark on Grindr, one of his favorite ways to locate his marks. Hinge, Bumble, Instagram, and even Reddit were common ways he could see who he needed to find. The internet made his ‘job’ so much easier nowadays. Now when Chad saw Mark walk into the gym, his 8in cock immediately started chubbing up. He adjusted his crotch, knowing the satisfaction wouldn’t be too far away. Mark was a bookish 5’9” man with short blonde hair. His physique matched his job of being a low-level accountant at a law firm. Unsatisfied with his life, working it one day at a time. Chad knew all of this already. Just some online flirting and chatting had Mark spilling his beans with all the details Chad wanted to know.

So Chad knew he was not going to have to work hard. He caught Mark glancing his way multiple times and he made sure to give the little guy an extra flex. It was always fun to tease his marks. And Mark was easy to tease when he knew that Mark likes guys with big pecs and shoulders in skimpy tank tops. Popping his tricep while leaning on the barbell after a bench press. Stretching his arms over his head to let his lats flare out after doing flies. Bending down slowly to pick up the dumbbells to show off his glutes and hamstrings. All of these were little tricks Chad had learned over the years, and they always worked. 

Chad made contact with the ogling Mark and knew he had him hook, line, and sinker. Mark was so transfixed by Chad’s bouncing pecs that he didn’t realize the stud was walking over to him with a quietly cocky grin. With a meaty hand Chad reached forward for a handshake, “I’m Chad,” he flashed his pearly whites. “H-h-hello..” Mark managed to stammer out as his hand was swallowed by Chad’s mitt. Chad’s grin widened, “You must be TankedTop11.” Mark’s heart froze as a look of horror crossed his face, “H-how d-did you know that name?” Chad pulled Mark’s hand from the handshake and placed it against his rock hard abs, “Wannabe6pak ring a bell?” “Y-your him?” Mark’s surprise was obvious, but Chad hushed his rising tone.

“In the rock hard flesh, but let’s continue this somewhere more private.” Chad pulled Mark towards the lockerrooms, Mark’s hand missing the feel of Chad’s six pack.

Once the door was shut and locker behind them, Chad pinned Mark’s body against the wall. The smaller man looked worried, but Chad just smiled, “Don’t worry little man, I’m generous.”

“What do y-” Mark’s question was cut off by Chad’s lips.

“Enough talking, I’ve waited long enough,” Chad whispered in Mark’s ear before resuming the kiss. Chad had to lean down from his 6’4” height and lift Mark’s head with one hand to deepen the kiss. 

Chad felt it.

Mark felt it, even if he didn’t know what it was.

It started differently with everyone, but Chad always made a mental note to write down later where everything started. For Mark, it was his back. Shoulders jutted out to either side while the latissimus dorsi blossomed from the back of his pits. Second by second, more and more of the lockerroom wall was covered by his thickening back. Using a free hand, Chad reached around and wedged his hand between the wall and Mark’s expanding back to feel the thick sinew of the growing man’s lats. Soon enough Mark was just as wide as Chad was.

Thankfully Mark’s height was next as Chad did find it a little awkward to keep bending down to kiss the man. Instead of being on tip-toes, Mark’s size 16s were flat on the grown, surrounded by the remains of his shoes. The growing man’s hands reached around and groped at Chad’s equally large back as Mark’s straightened out to his full height of 6’4”. 

As Mark’s body physically grew closer to Chad’s, the larger man could feel more of Mark press against him. Thick, square pecs, meaty thighs, and Mark’s crotch was busting out of his briefs. Clothes were quickly discarded as Mark took the initiative and made the kissing far more aggressive. Mark pulled Chad down as he laid on the bench, throwing his thickening legs in the air. Chad didn’t need any instruction and quickly started to fuck Mark’s tight ass.

Each moan from Mark was deeper than the last. Chad leaned forward and kissed Mark to muffle the moans. The kiss became a little awkward as Mark’s face began to rearrange. A wide jaw and deep-set brow carved their way into his face. Chad broke the kiss for a second to look at Mark. It was like he was fucking his reflection. That was all it took for Chad to moan and shoot his load deep into Mark. Suddenly, Mark found himself orgasming as well and quickly passing out. 

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“Ugh I must be dehydrated…” Mark groaned as he sat up from the lockerroom bench. 

“Are you okay sir?” A voice made Mark look up and see a little twink with long, blonde hair wearing an American flag tank top look at him.

Chad flashed a charming smile, “Yeah just a little tired.” He glanced down at an expensive watch sitting on his thick wrist. “Oh fuck I’m gonna be late for a deposition.” “You’re a lawyer?” The twink asked.

“Boseman&Reese. I’m Mark Boseman,” he said as he nearly tore a locker off its hinges to get his bag. 

“Oh I’m…” the twink glanced in the mirror, “Nils.”

“Well thanks for checking on me Nils,” He gave the twink a once over and flashed a flirty smile. “I’ll see you around sometime.” And the large lawyer dashed out the door. 

Meanwhile ‘Nils’ looked back at the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. “Scandinavian is a little different, but should be fun. Let’s see how big I get before I find my mark.”

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The Blue Shoes

Ernie, or Ernesto as his mind kept correcting him, knew it was too good to be true. He had found the shoes on the side of the road as he walked back from his job at the gas station. They were huge and looked brand new despite being discarded in a ditch. He took them home only thinking of selling them for some extra cash, but the shoes beckoned to him as they sat on his small table. Curious that he could not find a tag for the size, he decided to try them on.

Something felt off as he slipped them on, so he quickly decided to take them off. However, the shoes were stuck. He tried to yank them off so hard, Ernie lost his balance and fell back onto his ratty couch. He watched in horror and fascination as his toes bulged at the edge of the shoe. Then he knew the shoes were size 17s. He didn't know how he knew that, but it was in his head. Then his pale skin was replaced by a natural tan. That's when his brain started making him remember himself as Ernesto. then came the muscle, a lot of it. Ernie's thin and malnourished form replaced by Ernesto's gym-forged form. It started with his calves ballooning outward, followed by his thighs. Years of squats and calf raises embedding themselves into his muscles and memories. The same would go for his now massive pecs, sculpted abs, broad shoulders, wide back, and piston-like arms. A burst of muscle growth followed by a rush of new memories.

Then came Ernie's cock. It snaked forward against his tight briefs. Years of sitting at a computer or looking at porn on his phone of men he only wished he could look like were replaced by conquest after conquest. Endless nights fucking both men and women. His balls bulged in their sac. A lifetime of shyness and low self-esteem replaced by confidence and cockiness. Finally the changes made their way to his face. Hollow cheekbones were filled in and his jaw cracked wider, Ernesto was a handsome man, his mother always told him so. Ernie's life of a high school drop out and getting kicked out by his parents were swiftly gone from his mind. Instead it was filled with a supportive family in Columbia. Instead of kicking him out after high school, they encouraged him to attend school in the USA. There he would find out how much his body was worth. He stripped to pay for his business degree. Now he had been running a successful personal training business for 4 years (and still stripped on the side when he wanted to). With a deep and lustful groan, he orgasmed into his tight briefs. Looking down at his body and shoes, he wondered why he ever thought of throwing them away.

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So Big

"So big...." Justin whispered lustfully as his hands traced along the bulging curves of Dex's lats. He could feel the strength in the muscles even with his thinner fingers. He pulled on the lats and pressed his face into Dex's pillow-like pecs. The skin covering the pecs was the only thing soft about them, and they had a pillowy shape, but they were steel-hard muscle. Justin could feel the individual sinews of the pecs twitch as Dex chuckled.

A strong hand landed on his back and pressed Justin further against Dex's new brawn. "That's right Justin, I'm only going to get bigger too," Dex's voice shook Justin to his core. He could feel the immense brawn bulge out further against him, his own form shrinking further down. "I promised my friends I'd steal the football team's muscle and manliness and give it to them, plus their own personal cum dump. But you Justin, I've got special plans for you."

The smaller man gulped as he sank to his knees, Dex's bulged staring him right in the face. He looked up to Dex, past his massive pecs to see a sinister face smiling down at him. "Not much of a fag now am I?" He felt Dex's hand grab the back of his head and thrust it against his bulge.

Justin wanted to resist, but he couldn't. In fact, he barely wanted to resist. Dex had stolen more from him than his friend. Manliness, muscle, confidence, dominance. It was all drained from him and poured into the oversized frame of the nerd he used to bully for looking at him in the locker room. If only he could have accepted he liked it when little guys looked at him, maybe he would not have been mean to Dex. Maybe they could have even gone out. Now he felt like he should be a cum dump for Dex, and he was starting to accept that.

His thoughts were interrupted as a phone was pushed to his face. "Now text Arnold and DeShaun to meet here for a work out or  something. I'm big enough now I think I can take the both of them easily and not even have to use magic." Justin hesitated before writing the text. "Better hurry up Justin, don't you want to see me bigger?" Justin gulped again, he did. He hit send and watched his two friends agree to meet up.

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TMA Meeting

Hey all, I can’t even pretend this has any true spooky themes. This is just one of those story ideas of mine I really love. 

The night was cold. I pulled my coat tighter as the wind blew fiercely. The chill in the air was annoying. My chattering teeth only made me feel worse. The large building in front of me did nothing to break the gust. It was now or never. I marched into the basement. Metal fold up chairs were set up in a circle. Men were gathered standing around talking, eating donuts, and drinking coffee. There were smiles all around. What the hell were they all happy about? A table near the door had refreshments, food and a small stack of fliers.

“All right men, if we could all gather up!” A large burly man said coming into the basement. I noticed a much smaller man come in behind him and sit off to the side. The word attractive would be a crime to describe the first guy. Did they even allow people as hot as him to lead these types of meetings? Honestly, He should have been on the beaches of Ibiza doing photoshoots. It was painfully obvious that his muscles refused to fit in his dress shirt. The sleeves were taut around the biceps and his chest had quite the boob window.

 He was the first to sit his perfect rump of an ass down onto a chair. The other men around started filing in, following his lead. I looked back to the guy sitting away from the group. He didn’t make any motions to move. Part of me considered joining him there. Maybe I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. I had to do this. I went and sat down in the circle.

 “First of all, I want to start off by welcoming everyone here, I see we have some new faces.” He briefly locked eyes with me, smiled and moved on. “My name is Mathias, or Mr. Ramos if you prefer.” As he talked, I got distracted watching his luscious lips move. What I would give to drown in his warm brown eyes. His black hair also appeared as if he had styled it back giving him a suave look.

 While he was droning on with his introductory speech. I took a glance around the circle. Now that the men were all sitting facing each other I could get a proper look. They were all good looking – well that was to be expected. Though it looked like all our ages varied. Some looked to be in their late 20’s while the oldest was probably approaching 60. I thought all the men here would be roughly around my age. Maybe the problem is on a much wider scale than I believed.

 “One thing we like to do here is have the members give a brief description of their weeks.” Mathias’s deep brass voice shocked me out of my thoughts. “Jon, would you like to start?”

 “What, why me?” An older white guy spoke. He had on a trucker hat and an unlit cigar in his mouth. There was no smoking allowed in these buildings. So, he probably had to go through every meeting feeling unsatisfied.  The ginormous stomach would probably be the first thing people noticed about him. Then the forest of blond hair covering his arms and poking from underneath is white tank top. I’m sure someone was dying to make the joke and ask if he was pregnant. I’m not kidding, if any of the men told me they had put twins inside him I’d have believed it. Excluding that, this Jon fellow seemed to have a typical ‘strong man’s’ body, so the gut appeared out of place. But maybe it was a testament to his love of food.

 “It’s because you’re always running, you’re yap,”  A redhead in the group said and the others busted out laughing. This guy was a fucking lumberjack of a man. There’s no other way for me to describe it. His beard was auburn and magnificent, freshly groomed, He had on a flannel shirt with a black and red squared pattern, dark blue jeans that gripped to his legs and dark hiking boots. All this man needed was an axe and chopped wood behind him. He had unbuttoned his shirt, and let his pecs hang out.  The hair on them wasn’t a pelt, but by no means insignificant.

“Whatever, Felix!” Jon crossed his arms, pouting and slammed into the back of his chair. I honestly didn’t think he was going to talk, but then he snatched the cigar from his mouth. With a large huff he sat up in his seat. “My week was fine, no thanks to any of you just now! Drove out of state for work and then back.”

“Thank you, Jon, who’s next?” Mathias’ cheery baritone voice was strangely comforting.

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One of my favorites so far. Love a variety of TFs and such a creative concept!

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Sinewy Short: Mr. Atlas

"Maybe next time, Shawn," Lloyd smiled down at the second place Shawn. They were eye-level at the start of the competition, but Lloyd grew larger as he felt the power of the first place gold medal flow into him. His sinews grew stronger, his striations grew clearer, and his pouch was stretched further by his growing cock. It would not be the last time Lloyd saw Shawn this season. Shawn would be back after competing in some smaller competitions. Not as much size to gain at each one, but they would add up. Meanwhile Lloyd would be taking his time winning the much bigger regional competitions before the Mr. Atlas Pro Cup at the end of the year. He looked forward to beating Shawn again and all the mass it would bring him.

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The Master of Magic

Words by Aardvark Illustrations by Theobromic

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“They didn’t have a ticket for him,” Jeremy heard the girl on the couches whispering. He kept his head down, eyes locked on his phone, but felt the heads turning to look at him. Jeremy knew it wasn’t a personal slight. He was the last student on the alphabetical list. At some point between sending the roster to the theater box office and the tickets being confirmed, “Jeremy Williams” got chopped off. It was an innocent mistake. His chaperone felt horrible. And none of that made Jeremy feel less shitty about it.

Jeremy was fine with his social status. He was introverted and fine with a small, tight circle of friends instead of everyone knowing his name. Everyone thought of him as the quiet kid, which was true. He was more of a listener. He didn’t like attention. But that didn’t mean he liked being the odd man out, either, and this class trip kept making him feel like one. He’d gotten roomed with guys he didn’t know instead of the friends he’d requested. He’d gotten to breakfast late and once again had to sit at a table where he knew no one. And now, he was going to a magic show alone.

That was the apologetic box office attendant’s solution: the magic show. The theater offered a complimentary ticket to the opening night of Magic & Might. They had one seat available, while the rest of Jeremy’s group - parents, chaperones, students - had tickets to Cirque du Soleil. There was a scramble when they realized they were a ticket short and it was Jeremy who didn’t have one. Two adults both volunteered to give Jeremy theirs, but he didn’t want to make it a big deal. And the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of being on his own for a couple hours, without having to be “on” socially. Since the theaters were in the same building, the adults okayed it as long as Jeremy agreed to watch his phone and meet the group at Guest Services immediately after.

That was the end of the kerfuffle, but for the next hour the rumors spread throughout the group: that the quiet kid was skipping the show, or that he’d lost his ticket, or that he’d purposely been left off the list. Jeremy tuned it out as best he could, chatting with his friends during the group dinner and insisting he was fine with the solution. But he felt so self-conscious knowing people were talking about him. He wanted to flip up the hood of his sweatshirt, pull his baseball cap over his eyes, and cinch the hoodie strings so tight they covered his face.

Finally, it was time to go to the show. Jeremy knew everyone would still be talking about him, but at least he wouldn’t have to listen to it. He promised his chaperones he’d turn his phone back on as soon as the show was out, and wouldn’t go outside until he met up with the group.

Since it was opening night of Magic & Might, Jeremy felt honored to be in the audience. He noticed that the people filing in were dressed nicer than the crowd for Cirque du Soleil - there were even some men in tuxes. There was a photo op where people could have their pictures taken by the poster, but Jeremy skipped it because he didn’t want to ask a stranger to take one of him. The poster was a black background with the words “MAGIC & MIGHT” made out of smoke and mystical blue sparks, and beneath the logo was a big gold banner that read “Opening Night!” It didn’t say anything about the show, and Jeremy hoped it wasn’t cheesy.

“Hi there,” said an usher as Jeremy walked in. “With anyone?”

“No, just me.”

The woman looked surprised but smiled as she took his ticket. Her eyebrows raised. “Quite a seat! Fourth row on the aisle! You must have friends in high places,” she said, leading Jeremy down to the front of the stage. She handed him a program, which Jeremy barely noticed because he was craning his neck to take in his surroundings. The theater was bigger than the ones back home, with three levels. “How many seats are in here?” he asked.

“About twelve-hundred,” she said. “Enjoy the show!”

Jeremy set his program on the ground and got on his phone. He tried googling things - “Magic & Might,” “Magic Might Vegas,” “What does magic might mean” - but could find nothing about the show he was about to see aside from press announcements and ticket links. Then he went to his photo reel to find pictures from the day that were suitable for posting. There weren’t many. Not that one…he didn’t like how skinny he looked, and his smile was weird…delete…next one, eyes closed, delete…next, pimple front and center, definitely delete. He didn’t care about social media as much as his peers but this trip felt like something worth commemorating. He finally landed on a good picture of him; it was a group shot, him and two of his friends and three girls from their class, all standing in front of the fountains. He wasn’t the shortest since he was next to girls, and his long bangs covered the breakout on his forehead. Perfect. That was the post.

“Remember, no phones during the show,” the same usher reminded him as she returned to seat another group. Jeremy just nodded. The service was so patchy in the theater that it wouldn’t matter much anyway. His texts weren’t going through, so he put his phone on airplane mode and played games to pass the time. He tuned in and out of the conversations around him - “is this going to be corny?”; “oooh, it says there will be strobe lights”; “Diane said he’s extremely handsome” - but noticed the theater was getting quite full. The buzz was palpable and helped Jeremy forget the circumstances that led him there. He just hoped for cool magic, nothing too kiddie.

A deep voice announced over the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats and turn off all cellular devices. The show is about to begin.” Jeremy put his phone away and sat back in his seat, watching the last stragglers hurry to their seats. He felt lucky to be near the action, especially since the show looked to be sold out. Maybe he was close enough to see how the tricks actually worked.

The lights went out with a loud crack of synthesized sound, making Jeremy jump in his seat. Audience members gave nervous titters around him. For several moments the theater was pitch black, with electronic underscoring ringing through the speakers. Then, the music sped up and became more epic - it reminded Jeremy of a war movie. Lasers and lights swirled around the proscenium, and then on the right of the stage was a blast of fire that revealed the silhouette of a man in front of it.

The audience cheered. The man could only be glimpsed before the flame died out, but a moment later, the same effect happened on the left of the stage, too much of a distance for the man to have covered in a few seconds. More cheering, and then the whole back of the stage erupted with flame - Jeremy felt the heat - and this time, the large black outline of the man didn’t go away, but walked dramatically toward the front of the stage as the lights and lasers swirled around him. When he got under the stage lights and could be fully seen, the women around Jeremy gasped. The man was shirtless and jacked to kingdom come. His shoulders rippled visibly as he swaggered to the front of the stage, biceps undulating under the skin as he flexed them. His legs were clad in a pair of leather pants tight enough to show the cuts of muscle through the material. He was fair with Nordic features, a swoop of gelled blond hair, and blue eyes that looked like they could shoot ice out over the audience.

The burly blond bodybuilder raised his hands in triumph, and the audience clapped. Jeremy had never seen a man so muscular in person, only on magazine covers. He was glad he wasn’t with his classmates, because he could just imagine them giggling and making rude comments about the guy.

“Good evening!” the man bellowed to more applause. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are in for the experience of a lifetime tonight, courtesy of the Master of Magic. You will not believe your eyes. Your belief in the very fabric of reality will be put to the test. There are no wires. There are no mirrors. There are no tricks up my sleeves,” he smirked, flexing his naked arms to feminine shrieks of joy from the audience. “TONIGHT! The Master of Magic invites you, his audience, into his world. All you have to do is…believe. Do you believe, Las Vegas?!”

The crowd, including Jeremy, responded yes.

“I am not the Master of Magic you all are here to see tonight. I am his humble assistant, Oliver.” Oliver had a posh British accent that made everything he said sound a tad snide. “And before the Master arrives himself, he has asked me to perform something of my own to set the mood. Will you indulge me, my friends?” Oliver thumped his beefy chest to roars from the crowd. “Thank you. For our first display of magic, I will require a participant from the audience.”

Hands shot up all around Jeremy, but he sat on his own and shrank down in his seat. The last thing he wanted was to go up on stage in front of over a thousand people. Thankfully, there were plenty of people volunteering all around him. A drumroll joined into the electronic underscoring as two spotlights searched the crowd, and then with a loud sting, they both locked on the same seat. Jeremy’s.

Jeremy went pale under the glare of the spotlights. He looked to his left, hoping that it was his neighbor who’d been selected. “Young man, come join me on stage, please,” Oliver boomed.

Jeremy shook his head. He hadn’t volunteered, he didn’t want to! He realized he’d been chosen because he was close to the stage and on the aisle - quick and accessible - and it annoyed him that he hadn’t noticed the risk of audience participation when he’d sat down. Oliver was still motioning for him, so Jeremy slowly stood up, the color draining out of him as he eased onto his feet. The crowd was cheering, but it just made him feel like throwing up.

Oliver extended a veiny hand that Jeremy shook limply. “Pleasure to meet you,” the buff Brit said. “Please inform the crowd of your name.”

“J-Jeremy.” Jeremy had never felt smaller inside the cavernous theater next to the most muscular man he’d ever seen.

“A bit louder?” Oliver leaned in, holding a handheld microphone closer.

“Jeremy. Jeremy Williams.”

“Applause for Mr. Jeremy Williams, everyone!”

More cheering. Jeremy forced a smile but felt bile rise in his throat when he looked out into the dark theater and saw how far away the back of it was.

“How old are you, Jeremy?”

“17,” Jeremy said, rounding up.

“Got a girlfriend?”

Jeremy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Uhm, no, I-”

“First time in Vegas?” Oliver interrupted. Jeremy only nodded, so Oliver asked another question: “First time at a magic show?”

“Yeah.”

“And to confirm, you and I have never met before?”

“No, never.” Jeremy realized the synth underscoring was holding one long, steady chord as he and Oliver spoke.

“And you are not a hired actor, correct?”

“Uhm, yes, correct,” Jeremy nodded, having trouble focusing on what Oliver was saying since he was so nervous. There was something familiar about Oliver’s voice - maybe he’d heard it on a commercial? He couldn’t place it, but he recognized it.

Oliver rested his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I think he’s a little nervous, everyone. Can we get a cheer going for Jeremy? JER-E-MY, JER-E-MY!” The audience took the prompt and kept going as Oliver bellowed over them. “Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see is not a nightly occurrence! This is not a standard Vegas trick! This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment - real magic, right before your eyes! Jeremy Williams! Are you ready?!”

“I, uh…” Jeremy looked over at Oliver, who was backing away, arms outstretched and palms facing forward. Jeremy wondered if he was supposed to walk with the assistant, but his nerves kept him rooted to his spot, knees knocking together. Finally, he nodded. Oliver rotated his hands palms up and tensed his fingers, then threw a wink Jeremy’s way.

When Jeremy saw the wink, he felt better. His legs stopped shaking and he smiled at Oliver, who smiled back. But Oliver’s smile seemed to be getting further away, somehow… Jeremy’s stomach dropped like it did before going over a rollercoaster, and then he heard murmurs and gasps from the crowd, along with claps scattered throughout the theater. Had the trick even started yet?

Jeremy suddenly jolted when he realized his feet weren’t touching anything. He looked down and gasped in shock. He was floating several feet above the stage, and still rising. “Hey! Hey!” he yelped, shaking his limbs wildly. There was nothing to grab onto, and nowhere safe to land if he fell.

“Not real…” Jeremy whispered under his breath, his voice squeaky and airless. “This isn’t real–” He shot forward ten feet, suddenly no longer hovering over the stage, but the audience themselves. People in the front two rows turned around to look up at him. Jeremy hoped he was floating back down to his seat - that would be quite an effective trick, and he had no idea how this was being done - but instead, he rose even higher, reaching twenty feet in the air. He could see the eyes of the people in the first balcony.

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4th storyversary

I have come back from the dead to write for the 4th storyversary on the MG forums. Take a look here:

https://muscle-growth.org/topic/20587-july-17th-dependence-day/

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Bad Cop

Warning: this story is hot as fuck! If you agree, buy me a protein shake so I can get big as hell during quarantine? If every person who reads this story chips in, I could pay my rent AND grow my muscles…

The squeak of a dry bike chain punctured the quiet summer air, allowing the pedals to rotate once more before they came to a stop. The bicycle’s occupant, a bespectacled, pale teen named Jordy Kuhn, dismounted and reached into his satchel for two things: a plastic bag, and a bottle of sunscreen. As he rubbed the contents of the latter onto his nose, he surveyed the house he was in front of and pondered the former.

Once a week, Jordy went to the town newspaper’s offices and picked up stacks of advertising supplements to distribute. The ads weren’t received fondly - a man once caught the supplement in mid toss, then made a show of smashing it into his streetside recycling bin - but only one person went to the trouble of handwriting a note and putting it on top of a stack of old supplements to ensure that Jordy would see it.

It happened two weeks prior. Jordy was pedaling and tossing when he noticed the pyramid of supplements still rolled up neatly in their blue plastic bags. Taped to the top was a big piece of copier paper with “FOR THE PAPERBOY” written in block letters, and an arrow pointing to an envelope. Jordy’s first thought was that it was a tip, but the note inside extinguished that hope.

“If you toss one more damn ad on my porch, you’re going to be getting a more useful line of work.”

The threat was written in cursive and signed “Joan Grantham.”

Jordy thought about that note as he looked at Mrs. Grantham’s house. She sounded like a scary lady. On the other hand, he was not supposed to skip houses. Plus, anyone who wrote a note like that, was the same kind of petty person to then complain they got passed over.

And then, he remembered the rat incident. It happened earlier in the semester, in biology. The class had just started dissecting rats when Jordy felt the overwhelming need to vomit. He’d abandoned his partner and bolted out of class without an explanation, barely making it to a trash can before he hurled. He was positive it was the chemical smell that tripped his gag reflex - although looking at rat guts hadn’t helped matters - but since he’d run out with his hands over his face, word spread that Jordy Kuhn burst into tears at the sight of a dead rat, and was so overcome with emotion that he’d excused himself from class. Jordy was fine with his friends teasing him about it, but when strings of rat emojis showed up in his social media comments, he knew the story was out of his control. He kept a low profile at school - handful of close friends, no extracurriculars, average grades - and it sucked to have this be the thing that brought him notoriety. Not to mention it gave Kris Soderling more ammo.

Stupid Kris Soderling. Burly and blond and bearded - the rumor was that he was held back in grade school and was a 19-year-old senior. He was a jerk to everyone, but he’d landed on Jordy as his torture subject of the semester. He seemed to always be where Jordy was headed, waiting with a sneer and a cruel taunt that typically involved the c-word as a play on Jordy’s last name. “Fits since you’re a little PUSSY!”

That word echoed through Jordy’s mind as he stood in front of Mrs. Grantham’s house. Jordy didn’t want to be scared of this old lady. He didn’t want to be weak. He had to prove to himself that he wasn’t a pussy. And besides, how was Mrs. Grantham to know there weren’t multiple delivery guys? Jordy could always pretend he’d never seen the message.

So, he chucked the rolled-up ads onto her porch.

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[amalianetwork]

Hurricane Michael - A Week Later

Thanks everyone for your messages. It’s been so busy for me since the hurricane hit.I got off classes for a day and a half, but that also pushed my midterms and labs to this week (specifically tomorrow). Thankfully there was no real damage to my area. A few downed trees on the street and some large branches around campus. The repaired drain system worked well, but still had some leaking in one of the bio labs, but thankfully it didn’t harm any of the machines. I’m well and safe. Please keep those who have been severely affected by the hurricane in your thoughts and prayers.

[chaoticdjinn]

So I'm a TA at my college and I'm responsible for teaching 3 labs. However, I can't seem to get respect from some of my students, especially the jocks. Think you can help me command more respect from them?

You know, I think I have an idea of what your problem is. Granted I’m not the best at understanding humans and their relationships to one another, but this one seems pretty plain to me.  You’re expecting a bunch of jocky guys to respect you and listen to what you’re trying to teach them without them really knowing you in any other capacity.  I think if they knew that you were a little bit more like them, athletic, social, a regular person, that they might respect you a little bit more.  You row don’t you? That’s pretty athletic. But In their eyes, you’re probably just some uptight egg head who forces assignments on them without caring about their social lives. It’s an easy fix.

They just need to see that deep down you’re a real bro just like them. So from now on anytime you’re not attending to your TA duties, that’s what you’re going to be: A real bro.

Don’t worry, i’m leaving all your intelligence and drive intact,  just giving some things a little shift here and a tweak there. Like I said, when you’re in your capacity as a TA you’re going to be your regular self so far as personality and mentality are concerned. Dedicated, intelligent, someone who cares about their education and the education of others.  The second your duties end for the day however you’re going to find your goals and ideals change drastically.

Sure you’re smart enough to go back to your dorm and study really hard to prepare for the following day, but you’d really rather just hang with your bros. Drink some beers, maybe hit the gym. Whatever you do you know that you and your friends are going to be loud and proud about it. Always talking at the top of your voice, always making crude jokes with one another and of course, always competing to see who’s the alpha bro in your group.

You’ll wake up with some pretty serious hangovers more often than not, which is likely to lead to you missing your morning classes. It’s alright though, as soon as your expected to help with teaching your hangover will vanish and you’ll be all business again.

Don’t get me wrong. I haven’t put you on autopilot or anything. You’ll still have control over yourself after TA hours end, it’s just that you’re going to have an extraordinarily strong drive to slack off and just bro out. You’ll have more of an inclination to study as important projects and exams come up, but as far as day to day life goes, your instincts will tell you to party now study later.  You’ll be able to strike a balance if you try hard enough, but you’ll have to be careful about it. Too much study, not enough bro time and you’ll lose the other bros respects again. Too much party and too little study and you might flunk out and lose the only time where you feel completely like your old self again.Source_________________________________________________Like my writing and want to see more? Check out my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ChaoticDjinnv2

[amalianetwork]

Hurricane Michael

So I thought I should let my followers know. I’m in the path of Hurricane Michael in Georgia. Currently just getting bad rain, and winds are expected to sustain at 55mph later today and may intensify during the night when we get slammed. I am safe and prepared (food, water, flashlights, etc) in case anything were to happen. Hopefully I’ll use the extra time to get some writing done. Please keep those being devastated by the hurricane in your prayers. 

[grant-spiraltf]

The Summer is Magic - Bright Green

The bright green wisp arrived next.

Jeff Seid was having a shitty day at the gym. His muscles hurt from banging chicks last night and some dude kept bugging him, saying that he was such a great fan and that he wanted advice. After ignoring the fag for a little, Jeff turned to them, grabbed them by the neck and advised them to stop bugging him if he wanted all his teeth to stay in his mouth. All colour drained from his face and he trailed off. The owner of the gym would probably get another complaint about him, but the owner didn’t care. First of all, Jeff brought in loads of customers, and what was he going to do about it anyway? It wasn’t like he could make him leave. Jeff sighed and put his earbuds back, walking over to the free weights.

Meanwhile, lots of kilometres away, @amalianetwork was finishing up his own workout. Contrary to Jeff, he had a great workout behind him. He was feeling energised and pumped up like he could work out for another hour. He walked over to the rowing machines and started his last exercise. While going back and forth on the machine he noticed that the AC vent above him was acting strange, making weird noises. He sighed and realised that he’d probably be stuck here a little longer while helping the owner locate the source of the problem. Jeff meanwhile had also moved on to the rowing machine to finish up his own workout. With a little rattle, the AC above him turned on and breezed cool air towards Jeff’s hot body. He looked at the owner’s office, finding the owner looking at him and putting his thumbs up. Jeff smirked and started rowing. Slowly he started to notice that the gym didn’t smell like sweat like it usually did, but it smelled like vanilla. It reminded him of the protein powder shake he still had to drink once he arrived home.

Even though they were several states apart, both men started to feel a little dizzy at the same time. Fearing that they’d fall, both Jeff and Jake took a little break. Taking deep breaths of the vanilla scented air made them feel a lot better and they were able to resume their training. Without knowing it, they were going in perfect sync. Not only their muscles but also their breathing and blinking moved in exactly the same way. The vent above them gave a little sputter and bright green goop started leaking out of it, dripping on both of their heads.

Jeff blinked and suddenly all the other patrons of the gym were different. He didn’t recognise any of them, but when he blinked again they all changed back to the familiar ones. He shook his head and looked up, a drop of goo hitting him directly in the eye. Jake’s neck suddenly contracted at the same time and a drop of goo landed in his eye as well. Both the studs blinked twice and their eyesight began to blur. When the green fog disappeared from both their vision, they both saw the same. Jeff was really weirded out to see so many people he didn’t know, while Jake shrugged it off as being tired.

Suddenly they both arched forwards. Jake’s back exploded with roided muscle, looking exactly like Jeff’s. They grasped their heads, making Jake’s arms balloon to Jeff’s impossible size. Both their hands let go simultaneously and the handle flew back. The other patron’s looked worried for a second before taking a deep sniff of the strange air and going back to minding their own business while Jake/Jeff groaned in pain. Meanwhile, Jake’s legs had become exact replica’s of Jeff’s, even the veins were the same. By now the physical transformation was complete and Jake and Jeff were panting. Jake was exhausted from the sudden growth and Jeff couldn’t help but do anything Jake was doing. Both the versions of Jeff heard another rumble overhead. Jeff wanted to quickly roll to the side, knowing that the green goop was probably the reason this was happening, but his muscles just wouldn’t budge! He was helpless to Jake’s curiosity when he looked up and got a faceful of the goo.

Then everything went dark.

Jake woke up with people surrounding him. When they noticed he had opened their eyes and he was fine, they all backed up and scurried back to their own spots. He stood up with remarkable dexterity and walked over to the mirrors to get a good look at himself. Damn, he was looking handsome! He could totally see himself fuck another bitch tonight. Hold on, Jake was gay, right? No that couldn’t be right, Jeff was completely straight. The occasional brojob was part of it of course. Wait what was Jeff thinking? He walked over to the showers to rinse off while other memories flooded his mind, memories from some guy named Jake. When the hot water hit his back, Jake felt like he could finally relax some more. In fact, his cock was starting to get a little hard. Surely they wouldn’t mind it if Jeff wanked off a little, what were they going to do! His hand grasped the thick cock tightly and he started to pump it up and down, his mind slowly trailing to that muscular masseur. And then it went to that busty blonde bimbo that Jeff had fucked the other night. And then to Jake’s favourite actor. The image in their mind kept swinging back and forth between Jeff’s heterosexual encounters and Jake’s homoerotic fantasies. Because of this, they quickly realised that they were both trapped in Jeff’s body at Jake’s location. Not willing to get blue balls, Jake started to think of something both him and Jeff would enjoy enough to cum. When Jeff got in control again, he smirked and started to moan. Jake knew he had found the perfect solution. Together they stroked in turns and with a loud roar, Jeff covered the wall with his cum. He had to applaud the ingeniousness of his companion.

What else could make both straight Jeff and gay Jake cum, other than Jeff’s amazing body?

[amalianetwork]

@grant-spiraltf wrote a surprise story for me. Jeff is one of my favorite hunks. Make sure to give his The Summer is Magic series a read!

[agmsye]

Prompts

So I took @amalianetwork​‘s offer for the prompts and he really did a good job getting my admittedly currently low inspiration going. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Help Wanted

Did he really want to use this? He had tried anything to get more customers to visit his store, but nothing had worked. It wasn’t like it was that unusual of a shop, just some clothes. But it seemed like he, an overweight balding middle-aged guy wasn’t exactly the best guy to own a workout gear store. After all he had never even set foot in a gym and boy did it show. This whole situation left him with no other choice but to finally use the gifts he had inherited from his family.

He took the pen to hand and wrote a little sign just stating “Help Wanted” and placed in the store’s window. He sighed. The next poor soul to enter the store would not be interested in any of the gear he sold, but simply drawn in by the sign. And speaking of it, just that second a young guy walked in. He looked about 20 and like a typical stoner, a beanie on his shaggy hair and some baggy clothes barely hiding his unimpressive body from view. He carefully approached the counter, like he didn’t really know why he had entered the small store. “I saw the sign and wanted to apply for the job.”, the stoner said and gave the store owner an irritated look.

The older man just said, “Don’t worry, kid, it will be over soon.” and sighed, giving him a look of sadness and also curiosity. Before the stoner could even ask what that meant he felt like he had been thrown into hot water. His skin was burning as well as his insides and he doubled over in pain. He wanted to call for help, but instead only a deep moan escaped his lips. While the stoner felt his body grow and change, the store owner just watched from behind the counter. He sighed again. The guy’s shoulders filled out and started to broaden, his arms blew up like air balloons and his pecs practically blew the tightening shirt right off his chest. WIth the shirt gone he saw an unbelievably defined set of abs push their way through the light pudge the stoner had been carrying and his legs bursting through the cargo shorts he had been wearing.

This left the former stoner now only in a pair of unbelievably tight boxer briefs, which quickly pulled up into a jockstrap. The shop owner threw the man who now looked like he lived in a gym a pair of workout shorts and pointed to the shop’s front door. The eager man quickly jogged outside, his heavy pecs bouncing with each steps and soon began praising the incredible quality of the shop’s clothing. The shop owner just left out another sigh. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to use the gifts yet another time.

Hard Liquor

Gabe and Matt sat at home at Matt’s parents’ place and downed yet another beer. Since Matt’s parents weren’t home for the weekend, their son had to do some housesitting and had decided to invite one of his best friends over to spend the night. Of course they had both drunken their fair share of beers already (A game of “Never Have I Ever” was responsible for a good bit of them.) The downside though, was that the two beers they were just drinking were the two last ones Tyler had brought along, which meant they now had to stop drinking.

“Dude, I don’t wanna stop now.”, Gabe slurred and shook his half empty beer can, before downing the rest in one go. Matt followed his followed his example and emptied his beer too, before realizing his error. With a groan the two of them rose from the couch they had been sitting on and looked around the room, also letting there gaze wander across each other’s bodies. It’s not like they were gay, of course. Though they had had this one gay experiment when they had shared a room, there was nothing between them. It wasn’t like they were bad looking though, just a few beers less and a bit of healthy eating and working out would probably give them the bodies of average jocks, but they were both far too lazy for that.

“Dude, I think I have an idea.”, Matt said all of a sudden, “My dad has this liquor cabinet who he thinks is secret.” That sounded like a good enough idea for the two, so they went to Matt’s father’s room and quickly found the cabinet. It had a fat lock in front of it, but since Gabe had some talent for lockpicking (He had wanted to become a stage magician when he was younger.) it was quickly disposed of. Inside was a wide array of liquor bottles, about a dozen Gabe guessed. While Matt grabbed a Tequila bottle which was labeled “Twinkila”, his friend settled for a Vodka bottle, whose label simply read “Dad Bodka”. Without further ado the two took a big slug out of their respective bottles.

All of a sudden Gabe felt weird, completely dozy and relaxed. It was probably just the alcohol. Just like it was responsible for is lack of some memories. Like why was he only in his briefs and why could he not remember the time he and Matt had shared a room. It also made his body feel weird, like it was being pull into every direction and was pretty heavy. He just scratched his Bare chest as  he felt a weird itch spread over it. Wait, chest? He looked down and was greeted by the familiar sight of his heavy pecs, coated by a dense pelt of hair. As he rubbed his abs, he remembered the hours of working out in the gym, which had built this bod. Suddenly he felt someone pull at the waistband of his briefs.

It was Matt, the little twink he had been fucking for a few weeks. The little guy was hungry for his fat cock again. With a soft high pitched voice Matty said: “I need again, daddy.” He underlined his words by rubbing his fat bubble butt. “Sure thing, boi.”, Gabe just answered and ripped away his underwear, before flipping around the twink and secretly hoping hs parents would still be gone for a while.

Traffic Stop

Helen was left with no choice. She had tried getting her husband to work out or visit a workshop about sexual energy and this stuff, but he just didn’t want to. Even though Jim was only 44 years old he behaved like a retiree. He woke up at 5AM and ate dinner at 5PM, before she was even home. She really had had enough of his complaining all the time how everything had been better when he was younger. And worst of all his libido had practically neared 0. They hadn’t fucked in like a year, a fact which probably let her to find the other things even more annoying. It wasn’t like she wanted to leave him though. Helen was still in love with her husband, but things needed a change. Or simply a fresh start.

Carefully she sprayed the concoction into the AC of Jim’s car. It was pretty hot so, he was bound to eventually use it. Even more so since he was quick to try and adjust the temperature in the car to his optimum. Suddenly Helen heard steps behind her. As she turned around, she saw it was her husband. He just gave her a confused look, but didn’t ask what she was dong in his car. He just gave her a kiss, climbed into the car and drove off. Helen just hoped the concoction wouldn’t cause any problems for him.

As Jim drove off, he had a weird feeling. Call it premonition, but he felt like something would happen today. He just shrugged it off. After all as long as he was home at 5PM, just in time for dinner, he was content. Though it was pretty hot today, so he decided to turn on the air conditioning. As soon as he turned the dial, he smelled something unfamiliar. The fragrance reminded him of the locker rooms in high school and the gym he had visited when he was in college. As Jim breathed in more and more of the concoction, getting kind of drunk from the smell, the years melted from his body. The slight wrinkles that had appeared in the last years smoothened, the bit of pudge he had formed since college melted and revealed the tight physique he had had in his younger days.

Then the smell changed. From iron and sweat to the smell of … maybe dried cum? He definitely knew the smell, but he wasn’t 100% sure. As he tried identifying the second smell for sure, his dick hardened. But it wasn’t only hardening, it got longer by the second as well, and fatter too, until it looked like he was smuggling a deli quality salami in his tight pants. As he stopped at a traffic light, he also noticed he had to push seat further back and that his car seemed smaller than he remembered. And also that he was crazy horny. He started massaging his enlarged dick through his pants and that’s when he noticed.

His arms were just incredibly muscular and that his pecs were so big he could barely see the sizable silhouette of his dick in his pants.Finally the tool broke free from it’s fabric prison and Jim started furiously jerking it, ignoring the honking cars behind him. WIth his free hand he grabbed the roof of his car through the open roof, given everyone behind him a perfect view of the powerful cannons. He quickly shot a load, started his car again and did a u-Turn. He had to get home immediately. He had this raging horniness and knew only one woman could sate it.

Grand Slam

“And the winner is David Fedderson.”, the referee announced the very obvious result. The match hadn’t even been close. It was basically like shooting cannonballs at a fish in a bowl, or at least that’s how Roger had felt. He had scored once, and that was only because David had been distracted by a hot woman in the audience, who was surely on her way to get her pussy split by David’s enormous cock. On the other hand Roger would be coming home to an empty home, with only some jerking off as substitute for the action David would get.

He wondered for a moment how it had come to this. He had been pretty big in the junior tennis league, but as soon as he moved to the professionals he found himself at the bottom of the ladder. It didn’t matter how much he trained, he simply couldn’t come close to guys like David. Lost in these dark thoughts he went to the shower. It had always been his big dream to manage a Grand Slam, but as things were going now he’d only get it if everyone else would vanish. Depressed he came back from the shower and found his locker open. “Perfect.”, Roger just said annoyed, a theft would make this day simply complete, completely garbage.

He looked if something had been stolen, but the opposite was the case. Hidden just beneath his underwear was a little bottle of pills with a note attached. “Dear Roger, I was in a similar situation to yours, but these pills helped me. I hope they help you achieving a Grand Slam.”, the not read, with only an X as signature. Warily Roger eyed up the bottle and the pills. They looked just like normal medicine, but the way the note described them, they had to be steroids or something like this. But a little voice in Roger’s mind told him “What do you have to lose.” and so he swallowed 3 of the little yellow tablets.

Immediately he felt weird, like he had to puke, but instead he just felt his body tighten and grow, his already pretty athletic build shifting into something bigger, more manly, muscular and wild. Little hair started to sprout all over his body, as his tight chest became more beefy and his lean arms grew more powerful and he became taller as well. Roger was so caught up in his own transformation, that he barely noticed his surroundings shift and the locker room being replaced by a forest with a hut in it. Or the tennis bat being morphed an axe and the tennis gear becoming clothes that looked like they belonged to a lumberjack.

“But they do. They belong to you after all.”, the voice from before said. And it was right. As if he had done it thousands of times before, Roger put on the clothes before him, taking some extra time to bring his dick in the right position in the tight briefs and took the axe. He went to the nearest trees and with one mighty swing of the axe with his powerful arms brought down the tree in one go. “That’s what I call a Grand Slam.”, he chuckled and wondered why he felt like this had meant something different to him earlier.

Young, Dumb, and Full of Cum

Charles was pretty happy in that moment. After several decades of working in the company he could finally go into retirement. He had dedicated nearly 50 years to the insurance company and thus was well respected among his colleagues. Had he wanted to, he could have easily been promoted, but he never felt the need to. It wasn’t like he could attract anyone with his looks, being more on the ugly side. Not like he ever wanted to, he just didn’t have any kind of sex drive at all and he never felt anything like love towards another person either. He wasn’t an asshole, it was just so that whatever feeling he had towards them could not compare to what was described in movies and the like.

That’s what bothered him though. He had never been in a relationship with someone, let alone having sex. He always had wondered what his life would have been like if he was more on the emotional side, if he had ever fallen in love with someone or if he at least had ever had sex with someone. So when his colleagues presented him a cake with a big bright red candle on it (which somehow looked a little like a penis) he closed his eyes and did as he was told, he made a wish. “I wish I was younger again, so I could live my life another way.” Unbeknownst to him his colleagues had all given a little money to get a special candle, one which would really turn his life around.

Right after Charles had made the wish he felt a pressure inside of him. It was like someone was pushing something up his ass and it felt so good. Carefully he opened his eyes and found himself face to cest with one of the most muscular men he had ever seen. The man was carrying him and judging from the motions of the man and the shifting of the feeling in his ass, he was balls deep inside the poor Charles’ ass. He just couldn’t contain himself anymore and so the young man shot a load on the large man’s equally large chest. Wait, young man? Yeah, he was only barely 23, that went as young, he reminded himself.

Soon after the Hercules before couldn’t hold it any longer too and shot his load too, even though it was much bigger, at least from the feeling Charlie had. “You satisfied, lil’ guy?”, the behemoth asked. Charlie just giggled. He adored Jamal so much, not just because of the amazing sex and his even more amazing body. The man with 21-inch-arms and the eight pack abs cared for him to. And boy was it necessary. Charlie simply wasn’t the brightest guy around, he just liked fucking too much to focus on anything else. Which perfectly matched with Jamal, the ebony stallion had a libido almost as big as Charlie’s and an enormous cock, which perfectly fit the twink’s bottomless ass.

Jamal pulled his fat cock out of the little guy and put him down on the bed. The big guy walked into the kitchen to prepare some lunch, they really had been fucking intensely for 3 hours straight now and the black man was getting really hungry. He prepared some scrambled eggs, enjoying the flexing of his own biceps while doing so. When he turned around to get a plate, he saw Charlie again, presenting his perfect bubble butt. “Really again?”, the black man just chuckled, earning him an excited nod from the twink.

Community Service

Ryan really didn’t want to do this, but he had to. After being caught driving to fast multiple times, he was forced into community service. It was his job to pick up garbage around downtown. Suddenly he got a message from a guy he barely knew from the gym. The guy was one of the regulars, probably the biggest one of them and as far as Ryan knew that guy even stepped on the professional stage sometimes, seemingly to large success too. Anyways, the guy had sent him a message containing a link and something about it being the most amazing thing he’d ever seen and the reason for his success. “Probably roids or some shit.”, Ryan mused to himself. He couldn’t help but be curious though and ultimately clicked the link, causing his phone to go black for a second.

“Great! A virus!”, Ryan groaned to himself, only to find a new program added to his phone’s main menu. It was titled with some shit like Reality Alteration and such stuff, but Ryan didn’t really believe it. With a groan he handed his phone to one of the homeless people nearby. “Hey you, you wanna have this phone? It has a virus on it and I don’t wanna risk invading my smart home with this stuff.”, the wealthy manager said, knowing he could just walk into the next shop to get a better phone. He didn’t have any real personal data on it either, after all he had bought it only some weeks ago.

The homeless guy didn’t know what to say, he just looked at Ryan with tears in his eyes from this act of kindness. Ryan just scratched his head. “View it as part of my community service.”, he just said and went back to picking up trash, only occasionally throwing glances at the happy homeless. His face was totally amazed, like he had discovered something that could change the world. And then he started typing. This went on several minutes, with every time Ryan looking at him more joy on the man’s face. Finally he looked like he was checking something and then he tapped the screen with a confident smile.

For a moment Ryan was hit by dizziness and his vision blurred. When it refocused he was still looking at Jake, who had the tiny looking phone (at least in his massive mitts) tightly in his grasp. He looked like he was amazed by his body, like he hadn’t always been that awe-inspiring towering mountain of a man he was. He even pulled at his favorite tanktop like he didn’t know it. When Jake spotted Ryan, he flashed him a smile and gestured for him to come over. Obediently the smaller man walked over. “What’s up, big guy?”, Ryan asked his bigger friend. “Oh nothing, man, just wanted to thank you again for the phone.”, Jake replied and looked a little weird saying this. Uncertain somehow and nervous, like he waited for a reaction from Ryan.

“Oh, I know what’s going on here.”, the manager just said with a knowing smile, “Someone’s horny again, right?” This caused the larger man to laugh loudly and pull Ryan in, closer to massive chest and eventually a little lower. Like he had done dozens of times before, he freed the monster Jake was hiding in his pants and started sucking. Well sucking off the most build (technically) homeless man in town was an unusual way of community service, but who was Ryan to complain. After all Jake would crash at his place tonight and that meant no sleep later.

The Mark

Tim had a horrible day. Not only had he embarrassed himself in PE, not being able to do a single pullup, he also got beaten up by the school’s bully later on. And now he came home and found his older brother Sean fucking the girl he had had a crush on since middle school. Well not that he would have had any chance of ever hooking up with her, considering his skinny stature, especially to the all-american jock he called his brother. Sean had simply inherited everything that had made their father a linebacker in the NFL. It wasn’t like Tim hadn’t tried to build some muscle or get into shape, but whenever he tried doing sports, he simply didn’t manage to put on any mass.

Naturally he sat in front of his computer now and wrote everything that had made his day a disaster down to his internet friend Gene. While the mysterious guy on the web tried to comfort his friend, Tim didn’t really calm down. Understandably the high schooler was agitated and furious at his brother. All the time he was angry at himself for not being able to do the tiniest thing about it. And so he eventually wrote “I wish I wouldn’t get shoved around that much.” earning him a simple “Granted”. That night Time had strange dreams, about someone who bound him to a table and applied some weird pen to his face.

The next morning he woke up and checked his face in the mirror. Everything looked like always, except for one little detail, a new mole below his right eye. “What the fuck.”, Tim just whispered, and touched it. While it didn’t feel any weird normally, when his fingers touched the mole, it was almost like an electrical hum was emanating from it. “What the fuck.”, Tim repeated and kept touching the new feature of his face. While  the feeling was weird, it wasn’t particularly bad. Suddenly his brother burst into his room, stark naked. “Bro, I know you always have some condoms lying around. I need to borrow one, or a few.”, he boasted. “Fuck off, Sean, I won’t help you fuck Heather.”, the little brother just replied, earning him an enraged look from the older sibling. As Sean prepared to put Tim in a headlock, he brushed against the mole and there was a bright flash of light.

When Tim regained his vision, his brother was nowhere to be seen, but his room seemed smaller all of a sudden. And he felt heavier too. He brought up an arm and flexed, enjoying the feeling of the mighty peak rise and harden. As he looked down to inspect if anything else but his arms had changed, he saw his brother hadn’t disappeared, he was now only about 1.5 feet smaller than Tim, and far skinnier judging from the meaty chest Tim could see looking down. And looking past his mountainous pecs he also so something else which had grown. Sticking away from his body by around a foot was the thickest cock Tim had ever seen. And it was as hard as a steel pipe.

Tim grabbed his low-hanging, cum heavy, kiwi-sized balls and threw his smaller, still baffled brother a smirk. “I think I’m gonna go over and greet Heather.”, Tim said and grabbed a dozen condoms from his nightstand, “We need to do some catching up.”

[amalianetwork]

@agmsye Did some awesome work with his prompts this week! I personalize the prompt list for each writer. If you are interested, send me a PM. :)

[amalianetwork]

Personalized Prompts

So I know many of my fellow writers on here sometimes have blocks in creativity or just need to get back on the horse in writing. So I decided to anyone that wants, I will do a week of personalized prompts with you. I will create a google doc and update it everyday with a new prompt for you to work out. Each prompt will be designed either push you out of your comfort zone or let you experiment within it. You will get 2-3 reminders each day as well as feedback on each entry. No photos are required. At the end of the week, you’ll compile your stories into a post to share your progress. Message me on here or discord if you are interested.

@thegreatstoryteller Has already completed one week and is doing a second one. Read his first week’s work here.

[jakelandry]

Patreon Update Aug 25, 2018

If you like my work and would like to help support me you can donate to my Patreon.

$2 Tier [a story every week]

This week Adam and Dan go back to Mr. Barson’s house to clean up another mess. However Adam gets a bit distracted in the gym while Dan receives a bit more than a tip from him. [2,481 words]

$4 Tier [at least 2 drawings a week]

Added a few more drawings. Check out this tier for some hot guys posing.

$6 Tier [an extra long story a month]

The poll for September is almost over. Right now it looks like a unaware, muscle theft, transformation using an ancient item in an office setting. Donate $6 a month to be able to vote. Polls end on September first, which will be the same day October’s polls will start. 

[amalianetwork]

If you love his short stories, wait till you see his longer ones, and his drawings!

[amalianetwork]

Traveling around Iceland for the next few days. Send me some asks to fill in my time during the long car rides. :)

[harvzilla]

Blog Broadcast #2 BLOGSPOT

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Second one of these link posts I want to dedicate to some blogspot blogs. Blogspot is pretty distant from tumblr in terms of being able to share things, but all these people do such great jobs in putting out stories and caption images. I run the MaleTFUPDATE blogspot which is just a hub site where you can see when a lot of blogs I follow update. I don’t really post there ever or update it much. But lots of people have told me they are grateful for it. If you run or know a TF blog, link me up so I can give you a shoutout! Link me up!

[amalianetwork]

Anyone ever know what happened to Hunk Male Transformation? He made some pretty hot stories for a while before disappearing. Anyone have his stories? I really miss them.