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A Night at The Club

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It was a Friday night and Frank had just gotten off late from work and was driving down mainstreet out of the city. He saw a bright glowing neon sign coming up right before his turn. He'd never remembered it being there and he drove this way home every single night. The sign shone brightly "Men's Milk Bar" written in bright pink letters with the neon shape of a man in a cowboy hat under it.

Frank was slowly approaching the turn off to get on the road to go home or to turn into the car park of the new gay bar that had seemingly popped up in the middle of the day. Frank flicked his indicator on and turned off into the carpark of the gay bar almost without even realising.

Frank got out of his car and walked towards the building, he could hear the music pounding outside and could almost feel it through the ground as he got close, lights shined out of the windows and pinks and greens flashed around inside. Frank walked up to the front and saw an enormous muscular man blocking the door and next to him a long line of men. The giant man turned to Frank,

"What do you want Jelly Man?"

The bouncer laughed at Frank as he pocked his large fat stomach and dusted crumbs off his flannelette shirt.

Frank stared blankly at the door and the bouncer chuckled

"sure buddy, don't get lost in there"

The bouncer opened the door and a roar of moans erupted from the lines as Frank cut straight through. Light shot out of the open doors and the heavy thumping of music spilled out onto the streets and called Frank inside like a siren song. The large grizzled man clumsily stumbled inside almost like he was drunk.

Immediately walking through the door Frank was saw two dancers standing before him.

the two men were built like bulls and flaunted it with every movement they made. The both of them approached Frank.

"Well hi big boy" the first said rubbing Frank's shoulders

"We don't get many guys like you in here" the second said patting Frank's fat belly

Frank blushed embarrassed trying to get the words out as the two dancers paraded themselves around him and rubbed up against him. Frank became more and more flustered as the two ripped men toyed and teased with him, slight comments about his guy, his hairy face, his stained and worn out work clothes. Frank wanted to react to being borderline bullied but he couldn't focus as he felt his dick desperately try to uncurl against the tightness of his jeans.

"I don't think our friend hear likes how loud it is Georgie"

"I think you're right Joey"

The two dancers smiled at each other as they ran their hands down Frank's arms, taking his hands in theirs. The two lead Frank through the crowds of men dancing to the music to a large pink stained glass heart shaped door. There was a small neon sign above it the read "Love Factory". The sign pulsed like a heart beat. The two dancers opened the doors and took Frank inside. As the doors closed the music almost completely shut out like the room was sound proof.

Frank walked over to a heart shaped bar stool and sat down, it squeaked and moaned clearly not built for a man of his size.

Georgie walked over to Frank and leant his arms against his lap making the chair squeak even more. Frank's face turned a deep red as he was eye to eye with the almost naked man leaning on him.

"I know you wanna be with us big guy" said Georgie poking his tongue in his cheek

"and I know you wanna be like us big guy" Joey smirked as he pulled something out of a small fridge tucked in the corner.

"Should we Joey?"

"I think we should Georgie"

The two devilishly smiled at one another as Joey placed a glass pint full of ice cold strawberry milk in Frank's hands

"All you need to do big guy is have a drink"

"and we're all yours"

Frank looked down at the milk, slowly brining it up to his lips, his gaze meeting the two dancers as he started to drink. It tasted like strawberries mixed with something with a slight spicy tang, like paprika. It fizzed and bubbled in his mouth and in his throat.

The two dancers began rubbing themselves against Frank, gentle touches slowly turning into groping and kissing. Frank couldn't focus on anything, he tried his best to entertain the the advances of the two dancers but there was only so much of him to go around, and he couldn't focus as there was a strange feeling in his stomach and an terrible itching spreading across his body.

Frank desperately tried to keep up with the two men whilst taking breaks to scratch and itch. He tried to ease the annoyance but whenever to began to itch his face or under his shirt the dancers quickly distracted him pulling his hands away, but every now and again, when he got the chance he felt different. The deep black hair on his face and across his body was getting light and lighter, thinning up, the chunky weight and layer of fat on his gut, chest and arms started to feel tighter and tighter. Even his raspy voice sounded slightly lighter as he moaned.

A few moments later and Frank began to feel dizzy, the tang and bubbling that took place in his throat and mouth had made its way to his brain, it felt like tiny fireworks were going off in his head. Frank slumped slightly on the stool as his dirty flannel work shirt slipped off his arms and back onto the floor. Frank tied to speak but instead of words coming out his mouth simply fell open and bubbly giggles came out instead.

Georgie was standing in front of Frank holding his wallet.

"Looks like his name was Frank, Joey"

"Hmmm he doesn't look like a Frank now"

Frank mindlessly rubbed his face which now felt baby smooth

"What about Frankie?" asked Georgie

"Oh I like that, what do you think Frankie" Joey asked the man formerly known as Frank

He just sat there slack jawed struggling to comprehend what was going on. His hands, once leathery and thick now smooth and strong found their ways creeping up his naked torso, rubbing his new abs and grabbing his pecs as he moaned.

"I think he likes it"

Frankie just sat there admiring his new body and worshipping himself.

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A few days had gone by and nobody had seen Frank, a missing persons report was called it but it mysteriously got marked as solved when two cops came into the club and got a free hour alone with the new hottest dancer.

Frank, the big chubby lazy officer worker was gone,

But lucky Frankie, the horny himbo slut was there to fill his place...

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Bear Factor - TF Short

Jason hadn't been this excited in, well, forever. He got home to find a package on his front step. The package was black and yellow with the words 'Bear Factor' written on the front. It was the first sponsorship he had ever gotten.

He started posting on only fans a few months earlier. He was fired from his job, living paycheck to paycheck, using whatever money he had on a shitty gym membership. That's when he realized he could use his jacked body to make some money online. To his surprised, it worked. It wasn't some magical solution to all his problems, but it was better than nothing. He quickly worked his way up to start renting an apartment, rather than living out of his car.

The moment he knew he would be set was when he got an email from a company called Bear Factor. They had a big market in gay men, and Jason's audience was mostly gay men, so it was a match made in heaven.

As soon as he got inside, he tore up the box and pulled out a small grey shirt with the company logo on it. Without a second thought, he threw it on.

It wrapped tightly around his thick chest and didn't even reach past his belly button.

"I didn't think it would be this small." Jason chuckled.

It was different from his normal attire, but it was growing on him. He liked the idea of people being able to see his huge muscles through the shirt. It was starting to get a bit uncomfortable though. Jason noticed it was constricting his breathing, and the fabric started to irritate his skin. He tried to pull the shirt off, but it would budge.

He began to panic when his stomach suddenly swelled. In an instant, his six pack had ballooned into a massive ball gut that protruded out in front of him. He didn't even have time to react before his chest puffed out, making his pecs look more like man tits. His new shirt rode further up his gut and wrapped tightly around his thick man tits, making his large nipples poke through the fabric.

"Oh fuck!" Jason moaned in an unusually gruff voice.

His already strong arms grew thicker as his hands became strong and wide. And the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat, making his love handles visible from his back.

Jason's legs soon followed suit. His gym shorts tore to shreds as his thighs exploded with fat and muscle, and as the ripped fabric fell to the ground, his dick swelled to a hulking 9 inches, threatening to break through his poor jock strap. And as if that wasn't enough, his already perky ass doubled in size, growing two hefty globes that gave his body an S shaped curve.

Not even his face was safe. His cheeks puffed out as fat filled his face. His hairline receded while his beard thickened, and the hair kept spreading. It spread down to his chest and across his gut, leaving a dusting of hair across his previously hairless body.

As the transformation came to an end, Jason proudly rubbed his man hands across his thick gut. His massive cock jumped as he thought about what he could do with this body. He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture, ready to post it to his only fans.

The caption read, "Bear Factor will be sure to have you feeling like a bear of a man. First order is free, so be sure to get yours now using my link."

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Gods Reborn: Ares

A/N: Come on, I wouldn't actually leave you all hanging like that.

Ares. Mars. Call him what you will, the title was always the same: The god of war. He wasn’t mad. He wasn't angry. He was fucking pissed. All of his power was confined and frozen in a small statue of his visage. Strong, powerful, spear-ready, armor shined: Pure masculinity. At least his form of it. He was sure Apollo’s version was either surfer or fuckboy. Ares knew at least that much about this era. His divine-self, turned statue, had been discovered and lauded as a lost artifact, where he was promptly put on display at a museum. All the god could do was watch people come in and out, families, couples, tourists, students. All day, every day. Funny what gods learned about humans when forced to spend time observing them.

Despite the many men that passed by, young, old. None ignited the spark of Ares’ soul. He waited patiently, watching and learning. The soul of THE Ares would surely command attention. However, no man in his presence could commandeer others the god desired. There were family men, cheating boyfriends, jocks and athletes. But where was the fighting spirit? His patience got chipped away, a god of war, a god of action could only be still for so long. If the fates would not deliver his soul, he’d find it himself.

It was a Friday, when the class came to tour the museum. Loud, and bored as the many classes before them. Blank faces. Zero interest in Greek culture. Ares' godly vision spotted one of the teens in the back, tripping a smaller classmate on the ground. Now that was worthy of the god of war. The teen was a jock, perfectly built, muscles showing through his clothes. A tight black shirt that read ‘Just let me do you.’ with a white check under it. A sexual innuendo no doubt even if Ares couldn’t decipher the cultural meaning. The kid he had put on the ground got up limping his way to the front. The limping student looked a bit younger than his peers, as if he’d skipped a few grades. It mattered not; Ares knew his time was coming. The class passed him by, but he knew he’d see the jock again.

20 minutes later the students had broken out into groups to explore the museum, no one was coming by the Ancient Greek section, just as Ares had intended, subtly compelling them away.

“So cool,” He heard a high pitch voice whisper out. The student who had been knocked to the ground earlier had come back. No muscles, no height. This was a boy, not a man. Ares couldn’t believe how muted his power was, unable to keep such a weak individual away. The student approached him, eyes locked on his form, studying him with interests beyond aesthetics.

“There you are you little shit.” The jock had his arms on either side of the door frame. His biceps were bulging, ready to pounce, he cracked his finger with a smirk on his face. Ares couldn't believe it. The boy had led the jock here like a fly to honey. The jock came charging in, a blitz to get to the boy before the teacher could know. The boy ducked, swerving past the jock more limber than the young man expected. Speed over power Ares could respect that. But thinking was for Athena. Ares had what he wanted. He summoned all his power and raged against the tricksters’ spell, it fought well to hold him in, but he was the god of war and just needed a crack. The spell gave ever so slightly and Ares stuck. A facsimile of his helmet appeared over the jocks face as Ares began to pour his divinity into it.

“What the?” The jock tried to pull it off, but Ares wasn’t letting go. He wanted out! The tiniest sliver of his divinity poured into the jock. Ares was immediately infused; he could sense the struggle to get the helmet off. Divine power flowed into the bicep feeding them a diet of Ares’ aggression. The jock’s body eagerly sapped it up, as Ares divinity went to reclaim his soul. The young man’s body stretched to a taller height. His biceps inflated. Ares’ best gift was flooding into the jock’s cock, stretching it further and swelling his testicles. A strained gurgle came from the jock’s stomach. Ares sensed it. The jock wasn’t processing the divinity correctly. The young man couldn’t handle even a fraction of Ares. The six pack abs the jock had earned bowled out into one unified belly. Divinity, converting into layers of fat on the muscled body. His jeans split open as thighs quaked out. His shirt no longer existed from his upper body’s savagery upon emerging. A split red fabric appeared over him, a mockery of Ares’ own uniform and not properly hiding the gift Ares had bestowed, very evident in the shrinking green briefs.

This wasn’t his soul.

And fate was punishing him for trying to forge an escape. Especially one so ungraceful.

The smaller student hadn’t left the room when Ares made his move. He watched the whole thing happen. He ran back up to his enlarged bullying trying to assist with the helmet. Ares could not believe how foolish the small student was. If even the jock’s arms couldn’t remove it, how would he.

“Matt, I think it’s the statute!” the small student stated.

“Please, just help me, Harland.” A husky voice asked as the student nodded. With a strange look of determination, Harland seized the statue in his hand. Ares felt the flare of his soul. The god had no chance to pour his divinity into the boy because his divinity was being sucked out. Harland, the fucking smallest attendee, was manipulating, Ares’ divinity with ease. That was Ares' soul alright. Harland forced Ares’ divinity into his body, even taking it from Matt’s though his new form remained. Filled to the brim, a light erupted from Harland.

The young body bulked with divine life; it depended on it. Ares' power stamped his strength into the form by making Harland’s musculature rise to that of warriors. His pecs became powerful slates, hair covering them and swirling around his nipples. Down it flowed into the gutters being carved to form his abs. Markings appeared across his body, he was the man of a new age. His boyish features melted with the aid of Ares’ divinity, revealing the fighter buried underneath. Follicles traversed his face to give him a proper beard, sealing his new manly form into place. He pulled his sword from the ether as a stephanos formed on his head. His beloved blood lust red wrapped around his nude waist perfectly.

Ares, the god of war, was back.

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Anyone know who this young alpha is? 😍

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Double Masks (NSFW 18+)

It was a typical evening of lifting for Greg. He’d go through several sets with ease each time he worked out at the gym. He was normally one of the biggest men in the gym.

However, there was someone different in the gym that evening that he’d never seen before. This shirtless figure was huge in comparison to the average bodybuilder or gymgoer, and had clearly been lifting for several years. He had the body of someone that paid close attention to the finest details in his appearance. What really separated himself from others was the fact that his face was green. Not like sickly green, but literally the color green. It just seemed odd that someone of such size seemed to have a face that looked like it was painted a different color. Being curious at this oddity, Greg decided to get out of his comfort zone and try getting to know the guy.

“Hey man. Uh, looks like you’re doing well for yourself right now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone in this gym with such size. Um…are you new or something?”

The figure finished a set, and looked at Greg with a large grin. His teeth were very white, and almost looked a little cartoony. His veins appeared to be pulsating with a green color, similar to his face's.

“AH YEAH! I’VE JUST BEEN HITTING UP DIFFERENT PLACES. TRYING TO SEE WHICH HAS THE HEAVIEST WEIGHTS THAT I CAN LIFT!”

“Uh…Cool, cool. Um, don’t most gyms have similar weights and whatnot you can lift?”

“OH YEAH, BUT IT’S MORE FUN TO TRY OUT OTHER PLACES. THERE’S BEEN NO GYM THAT THIS BOD CAN'T HANDLE! I MEAN LOOK AT ME! I’M THE BIGGEST MAN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

The figure let out a sexy grunt as he flexed his super large biceps. He grinned at Greg, who stood there dumbstruck. The figure then turned around and continued flexing his arms and now his back. However, when Greg got a better look at the green coloring of the figure’s face, he noticed that it almost looked like a really thick layer of paint, no maybe a type of rubbery material? Curious, Greg put his hand on the figure’s face, and started pulling.

“WHOA, I’VE JUST MET YOU! YOU GOTTA ASK ME OUT ON A DATE FIRST BEFORE YOU TOUCH THIS!”

The green-face guy was about to use his meaty hands to grab Greg’s arm, but immediately cringed as Greg pulled more of the rubbery material. Mini tornadoes seemed to envelop the figure’s body as Greg continued pulling.

As Greg pulled he noticed the rubbery material was becoming wooden-like, and turning into what looked like a mask. After a loud pop, Greg fell backwards, now holding this wooden mask. Greg got up to see if he could find the large green-faced figure, but he didn’t see them. Instead, there was a dapper, toned, young-looking man knocked onto the ground.

The guy groaned, and started to get up, almost in a trance before immediately freezing when he saw what Greg was holding.

“Give me that! I need it!”

The guy tried grabbing it from Greg, but was no match for Greg’s athletic build and height. Greg held the mask above the guy’s reach and started to think out loud.

“Wait, hold on….Where’d that large muscly guy go? Are you that same guy? That’s impossible. Nobody can look that big, and then become so small in an instant! Who are you?!”

The figure stopped trying to grab the mask, and took a deep breath before explaining.

“Yes, yes, my name is Butch. I found that mask a few days ago. Please give it back. It’s too much for anyone to handle.”

“Uh yeah, but you were wearing it. You’re human just like me. What makes this thing so special? It's just a mask....”

Greg became entranced by the shimmer of the mask as he started to put it up against his face. The mask immediately started to work its magic by latching onto him. The wooden material became rubbery again as it engulfed all of Greg’s head. Greg tried finding a grip to pull it off like he pulled it off Butch, but couldn’t find one. Butch watched in horror and jealousy as he saw the mask cover a new host.

Greg’s body eventually became shrouded in a tornado that grew larger each second. The tornado made cartoonish noises as it bounced off of various weight machines and racks. Eventually, the tornado came to an abrupt halt right in front of Butch, but a new shirtless figure had appeared. Greg had bulked up considerably larger in mere minutes.

The figure looked off in the distance with a crazy smile while his tongue hung out:

“OH WOW! NOW THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!”

Greg bounced his pecs as he did various poses. He felt a huge rush of energy, almost like he’d had 100 coffees or energy drinks. He looked down at the frightened Butch with a grin.

“MMMM, BUTCH, TELL ME. WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?”

“….anything. You can do anything you imagine….”

“HMMMM, IMAGINE YOU SAY? WELL, THERE’S A HANDSOME GUY STANDING IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW, BUT HE LOOKED A LOT BETTER WHEN HE WAS BIGGER! I THINK HE OUGHT TO CHANGE!”

Greg put one of his large hands behind his gargantuan back, and pulled out a copy of the mask. Before Butch could react, Greg stuck it onto his face. Butch’s head started to convulse as the mask copy covered his head.

Butch’s body was surrounded by a green tornado that bounced off of more equipment in the gym. Within seconds, Butch’s body became his large form from earlier again.

Butch let out a large sigh and grinned at the masked Greg:

“WELL, WELL, WELL. NOW THIS IS DEFINITELY BEYOND MY IMAGINING! WHAT’S THIS HANDSOME DEVIL’S NAME?”

“YOU CAN CALL ME GREG! HMMM, TWO SEXY GREEN GODS? WE OUGHT TO HAVE SOME FUN!”

Masked Greg’s lips expanded forward as they immediately started making out with masked Butch. Butch’s arms extended and started fiercely hugging Greg. The two merged into one large tornado that completely obliterated the gym from the rough sex. They were going to have a lot of fun with their masks!

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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Office Mask (NSFW 18+)

“Yo Loser Larry! Get those spreadsheets done for me or else!”

Larry was getting fed up with the constant harassment from his coworkers. After a long day of work, he finally made it home and tossed his briefcase onto the bed. He went over to his mirror and looked himself over, sighing in frustration. If only he was a lot bigger, and more intimidating, then his coworkers would think twice before bothering him. He glanced over at the clock to check the time, thinking he might have some watch TV before dinner. When looking back at the mirror, a different face colored green and smirking was staring back at him.

Larry gasped and fell backward onto the floor, tripping over something. He winced in pain from landing on his tailbone, and looked at what tripped him. It was an old mask laying on the carpet.

Larry picked up the mask and headed toward the mirror. The green faced version of himself seemed to look down at the mask, and motioned him to put it on. Larry let his curiosity get the better of him, and tried it on. However, the mask immediately began to work its magic and latched onto his face.

Larry yelped in shock, and tried to get a grip to rip it off, but it was no use. The mask continued to engulf Larry’s head with rubbery green tendrils. Larry then began to sense some hidden power and energy that made him chuckle with glee. He was also feeling very aroused by this newfound strength. Larry started to morph into a green tornado that crazily bounced off the walls of the bedroom all over the place.

The tornado continued growing as it made a mess in the room. It eventually came to a swift stop right in front of the mirror, and revealed a different person. They appeared as an impressive-looking bodybuilder in nothing but tight underwear with a large bulge. The person was wearing black glasses and holding a coffee cup. As he looked up and down at himself in the reflection, he sipped his cup of coffee.

"HOT DAMN! ARE YOU FROM ACCOUNTING? BECAUSE I WAS AC-COUNTING ON SEEING YOU LATER!”

Larry lifted his underwear and smirked at his impressive package.

“WE’VE GOT SOME BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF. HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR ACTION!”

Larry was about to run out the door, but then saw the clock.

“OH WAIT, I’M DONE WORKING FOR THE DAY. OH WELL, GUESS IT’S TIME FOR MY SECOND JOB!”

Larry zoomed out of his apartment, and to the local gay bar, completely changing his appearance into a much bulkier man with bulging pectorals and hulking muscles everywhere. His newly formed white dress pants could barely contain his massive thighs and large bulge. Flocks of gay men immediately started to run towards him to massage his muscles. Larry chuckled with his sexy bass voice.

“NOW NOW! THERE’S ENOUGH OF THIS LARRYLICIOUS BOD FOR EVERYONE!”

The following day, Larry was back at the office, thinking of all the fun he had the previous night. He was interrupted with someone dropping a bunch of files on his desk.

“Stop daydreaming Loser Larry! Get my work done now, or else!”

Other coworkers snickered at Larry. Larry immediately got up and took his briefcase to the restroom. The coworkers looked confused, but before they could think more about it, a loud thundering boom was heard from the bathroom. A green tornado burst out of the restroom, and stopped right in front of the coworkers, revealing a huge, hulking figure with devilish red eyes, and a bright green face. Their sleeves were completely ripped from the sheer size of their arms.

“NOW THEN, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT GETTING YOUR WORK DONE, OR ELSE?”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Original Pictures can be found on Deviantart, Musclegrowthforums, and/or Tumblr.

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growtherton

The industrial district on the west end of Growtherton is home to the Nomad Kings, a… group of motorcycle enthusiasts who operate the Wheelhouse, a bar and pool hall with a kitchen that’s open late. If you’re not part of the culture, they can seem very intimidating. But don’t let that stop you, they are a very welcoming group of guys. No matter who you are or where you come from, you’ll be surprised at how easy you fit in.