Keozrb

Just a Ace guy who like making tf story wear guys get huge with muscle and have big belly and sometimes pregnant

[keozrb]

Index

Hi there this is just a index of all my story and pic I made using AI

Story:

muscle growth/Weight gain : (The Heavyweight Shake) | (The Three Wishes) | (The magic Potion workout) | (The Hulk Within)*1 | (The Wishful Football Player) | (The Ice Cream Lifeguard) | (The New Lineman) | (Magic underwear) | (The Bearish Man) | (Bear-stripper)

Mpreg: (The Magic Island Wish) | (The Enchanted Idols) | (Unexpected Heirs) | (Unexpected Protector)*1 | (Unexpected Expectations) | (Breastfeeding Dad)

Age: (The Fountain Of Youth Speedo) | (The Cost of Ambition) | (Hairy Changes) | (The Texas Rancher) | (Fathers and Sons)

Body swap: (The Cop And The Stripper) | (The Wishing Well Wish) | (The Switch At The Olympics) | (Beach wish)

Series:

The Doctor: (The Strongman) | (The Smoker) | (The Coach) | (The Bear) | (Unexpected Gains) | (Army man) | (Roid Rage) | (Gridiron To Diving) | (The Lucha libre) | (Minor League To MLB) | (Constant Transformation) | (Sumo size) |

The Witch's Transformation: (Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) ]

Halloween Party: (Fire cop) | (Strongman) | (Nerd & Jock) ]

Hot: (Firefighter) | (Cop) | (Jock - NFL) ]

Santafication: (Bodybuilder) | (Cop) | (Wrestler) | (Lawyer) | (Stripper)

Image:

Random: (Big army soldier) | (A Growing Love) | (Speedo Cop) | (Blue Brief locker room) | (Mirror) | (Football interview) | (Jock in Blue) | (Wrestler) | (Cops) | (Expecting a baby) | (Big Men) | (superhero) | (Beer & Blue) | (coach) | (old business man) | (Big Red) | (Baseball Belly) | (couples) | (Firefighter) | (Cowboy) | (Strongman) | (Gladiator) | (Olympic) | (Doctors) | (Black, white, and Blue) | (Beach Couples) | (construction undies)

Beach: (Start) | (Green) | (Red) | (Blue) | (Yellow) | (White) | (Black) | (Gray) | (Brown) | (Orange) | (Bonus 1) | (Bonus 2) | (Bonus 3)

Extra Image: (#1) | (#2)

Extra story Image: (Enchanted idol)

The Witch's Transformation : (part 1) | (part 2) | (part 3) Santafication: (Lawyer Part1) | (Lawyer Part2)

video:

Luma: (#1) | (#2) | (#3) | (#4) | (#5) | (#6) | (#7) | (#8) | (#9) | (#10) | (#11) | (#12) | (#13) | [ (#14-A) | (#14-B) ] | (#15) | (#16) | (#17) | (#18) | (#19) | (#20) | (#21) | (#22)

Kling: (#1) | (#2) | (#3) | (#4)

One-off:

Sora

Sora character index #1

Sora character index #2

outdated need to update

[keozrb]

The Manliest Man 3 - coming soon

it finally happening I'm started working on manliest man 3

I sill got a lot of stuff to do but it will be out soon, it also been awhile so it might feel different then last story that might because AI have change over the year since when the last story came out

[keozrb]

Hey,

I hope you're doing well.

I have just discovered your story "the Manliest Man", and allow me first to say thank you, because I've been searching the internet a very long time for a story like this one (since there is some old artwork already existing online about "changing reality games", but all essentially made for a straight audience). So, I was just wondering if you were planning a third chapter or if you were done with this work? (maybe with someone trying to cheat the game and so paying the consequences of its actions...? hehe)

Regards,

PS : also thanks and congrats for all your work by the way!

Thank you for liking my story and Yes I do have another game in the works I have character ready and ideas for what going to happen it just I need to write it

[keozrb]

Empathy Suit: Part 2

Part 1

Ethan paused at the front door.

"Why does this thing feel...heavier?"

Emily looked him over.

"You've only been wearing it for twenty minutes."

"It honestly feels like someone added weights to it."

She shrugged.

"Maybe that's the point."

He rolled his shoulders.

"I've worn weighted vests before. This is different."

Still, he grabbed his gym bag and headed to the car.

The drive was unusually quiet.

Normally Ethan talked about workout routines or upcoming competitions.

Today he spent most of the ride adjusting himself in the passenger seat.

The massive belly rested against the steering wheel whenever he tried driving, so Emily insisted on taking the wheel.

"I can't believe this thing is in the way of everything."

Emily smiled knowingly.

"Welcome to pregnancy."

The moment they entered the gym, Ethan's confidence disappeared.

Usually people admired his muscular physique.

Today every glance made him painfully self-conscious.

He felt enormous.

Several regulars did double takes.

A few smiled, assuming he was participating in some kind of awareness event.

One elderly woman simply gave him a thumbs-up.

"You've got this!"

Ethan forced an awkward smile.

"...Thanks."

Emily had to hide her laughter.

He began with light stretching.

That alone was harder than expected.

The belly prevented him from bending forward.

His widened hips threw off his balance.

Even reaching toward his toes felt impossible.

"So that's annoying," he admitted.

Emily folded her arms.

"Imagine doing that every morning."

Determined not to look weak, Ethan moved to the squat rack.

Normally he warmed up with heavy weight.

Today, however, something felt different.

The enormous belly shifted his center of gravity.

His lower back complained.

His knees felt strangely stiff.

After only a few sets, sweat poured down his face.

"This thing is cooking me alive."

Emily raised an eyebrow.

"Or maybe carrying extra weight is just tiring."

He wasn't ready to admit she might be right.

The treadmill proved even worse.

He started walking confidently.

Then gradually increased the speed.

The belly bounced gently with every step.

His widened hips naturally shifted side to side.

His gait became slower.

More careful.

Then...

Without thinking...

He placed one hand beneath his stomach as if instinctively supporting it.

Emily noticed immediately.

"So...why are you holding your belly?"

Ethan froze.

"I..."

He hadn't realized he was doing it.

"It just...felt natural."

He tried jogging.

Within seconds he stopped.

The movement felt uncomfortable.

Instead of his usual athletic stride, he found himself taking shorter, careful steps.

Almost...

...a waddle.

"What is happening?" he muttered.

Emily couldn't help laughing.

"Eight months pregnant isn't exactly ideal running form."

Even Ethan laughed.

"...Fair enough."

They ended the workout nearly an hour earlier than planned.

"I've never quit a workout early," Ethan admitted while catching his breath.

"You've also never carried this much weight before."

"I definitely respect pregnant women more than I did this morning."

Emily smiled.

"That's all I wanted."

On the drive home another surprise appeared.

"I'm starving."

Emily looked over.

"You had breakfast two hours ago."

"I know."

He reached into the takeout bag before they even left the parking lot.

"I've never been this hungry."

By the time they reached home, he'd already finished most of his meal.

Yet somehow...

He still felt hungry.

As he absentmindedly rubbed the huge belly beneath his shirt, he frowned.

"...That's strange."

"What?"

"It doesn't feel like silicone anymore."

Emily reached across and gently pressed against his stomach.

Her smile faded.

"It...feels warm."

Ethan pressed harder.

Instead of the soft rubber texture he'd felt earlier, it now had firmness beneath the surface.

Almost...

Like real skin.

His fingers found something else.

"My belly button..."

Emily leaned closer.

"It wasn't sticking out before."

"It is now."

Neither of them spoke.

Getting out of the car became another challenge.

Ethan planted both feet firmly on the ground.

Pushed himself upward.

Stopped halfway.

"...Emily?"

She walked around to his side.

"Need another hand?"

He sighed.

"Please."

She helped steady him as he slowly climbed to his feet.

"I officially hate this suit."

Inside the house Ethan collapsed onto the couch.

Everything felt heavier.

His back ached.

His hips were sore.

His feet hurt.

"I don't know how pregnant women do this for months."

Emily sat beside him.

"We don't really have a choice."

For the first time all day...

Ethan truly understood.

He reached over and gently squeezed her hand.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For acting like this wasn't difficult."

Emily smiled.

"Apology accepted."

Just then...

A strange tingling spread across Ethan's chest.

He frowned.

"...Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"No..."

He looked down.

"...Never mind."

The sensation grew stronger.

His shirt suddenly felt tighter.

Warmer.

Almost damp.

He stood and carefully pulled the fabric away from his chest.

Two faint wet spots had appeared.

"...Emily?"

She looked up.

"What now?"

"I think..."

He swallowed.

"...something's wrong."

Before either of them could react, a firm thump came from deep inside the enormous belly.

Both of them froze.

Ethan's eyes widened.

"...Did..."

Emily stared at the rounded stomach.

Another distinct bump pressed outward from within before disappearing again.

This time they both saw it.

Neither of them spoke.

Slowly...

Very slowly...

Ethan placed both trembling hands against his stomach.

A moment later...

Something pushed gently back.

[keozrb]

Empathy Suit: Part 1

It been awhile for a story so I did quick easy one that just came to me I be working on more soon. Part 2

Everyone who knew Ethan Lawson agreed on one thing: he was the definition of a man's man.

At six-foot-five with broad shoulders, powerful arms, and years of bodybuilding behind him, Ethan looked like he belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. His life revolved around discipline—early morning workouts, carefully measured meals, and a strict routine that rarely changed.

His wife, Emily, loved him deeply.

She was twelve weeks pregnant with their first child.

She was also exhausted.

Morning sickness had become all-day sickness. Her back already ached, she was constantly tired, and every emotion seemed magnified. While Ethan tried to be supportive, he simply didn't understand.

"You've barely started showing," he said one evening while preparing his protein shake. "It can't be that bad yet."

Emily forced a smile.

"It gets worse."

"I'm sure it does," Ethan replied, "but people have babies every day."

Those words lingered with her.

Over the next week, Emily noticed the same pattern.

Whenever she asked Ethan to help with groceries, he was headed to the gym.

When she wanted to take a nap together, he was meal-prepping.

When she complained about sore hips, he would tell her stretching would probably help.

He wasn't trying to be insensitive.

He just couldn't imagine what pregnancy actually felt like.

One afternoon, while scrolling through obscure parenting forums, Emily stumbled across an unusual website.

Its design looked like it hadn't been updated in twenty years.

The title simply read:

Empathy Solutions for Expecting Families

Most of the products looked fake.

One listing caught her eye.

Complete Pregnancy Empathy Suit "Experience every challenge of late pregnancy."

The description promised realistic weight distribution, shifting balance, restricted movement, pressure on joints, and even simulated kicks.

Reviews were...strange.

One simply read:

"My husband will never question pregnancy again."

Another said:

"The instructions matter. Follow them exactly."

Emily laughed.

It looked ridiculous.

But if it helped Ethan understand even a little...

She ordered it.

Three days later a plain brown box appeared on their doorstep.

Inside were three remarkably lifelike silicone pieces.

The craftsmanship was incredible.

There was a large lower-body section that wrapped around the hips and backside.

A massive rounded belly.

And an oversized chest piece.

At the bottom sat a single sheet of paper.

The instructions were surprisingly brief.

For best results, apply directly to bare skin. Skin-to-skin contact required. Wear continuously throughout the experience.

"That's...vague," Ethan muttered.

Emily crossed her arms.

"You promised."

"I said I'd think about it."

"You said you'd do it."

He sighed dramatically.

"One day."

Emily smiled.

"One day."

Inside their bedroom Ethan stripped down to his athletic briefs.

He picked up the first silicone section.

It was heavier than expected.

Sliding it up his legs took effort, but eventually it settled around his hips.

Instantly his reflection changed.

His hips looked much wider.

His backside had become enormous.

Curious, he gave it a playful slap.

It jiggled convincingly.

He laughed.

"Okay...that's actually impressive."

Next came the belly.

It fit snugly over his torso.

The enormous rounded stomach projected so far outward that he could barely see his own feet.

He looked as though he were carrying twins at full term.

He poked it.

Another wobble.

Another laugh.

Finally he positioned the chest piece.

Large, heavy breasts rested above the giant belly, stretching across his muscular chest.

He stared into the bathroom mirror.

The sight was almost absurd.

His powerful bodybuilder physique was now hidden beneath the unmistakable silhouette of advanced pregnancy.

"I look ridiculous."

Emily peeked around the doorway.

She burst into laughter.

"You really do."

"What exactly am I supposed to do all day?"

"The same things you'd normally do."

"I was planning on training."

"Then train."

Ethan shrugged.

"If I'm doing this, I'm doing it right."

Finding clothes became the first challenge.

His largest athletic shorts barely stretched over the widened hips.

His favorite compression shirt clung tightly to the huge rounded belly.

Looking in the mirror again, he shook his head.

"I can't believe I'm going out like this."

Then came the socks.

Ethan bent forward.

Or rather...

He tried.

The belly stopped him almost immediately.

He shifted sideways.

Nothing.

He spread his legs.

Still nothing.

After several awkward attempts he sighed.

"Emily?"

She walked into the room trying not to laugh.

"What?"

"I...can't reach my feet."

A grin spread across her face.

"Need some help?"

He reluctantly nodded.

As she knelt to help him with his socks and shoes, she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

"What for?"

"For trying."

Ethan looked down at the giant belly separating them.

"I guess I already understand one thing."

"What's that?"

"I'm definitely going to be helping you with your shoes."

Emily smiled warmly.

"It sounds like the suit is already teaching you something."

Neither of them noticed the faint shimmer that rippled beneath the silicone.

Hidden beneath the artificial material, something impossible had begun.

The suit no longer felt like silicone.

It was slowly becoming part of him.

And neither of them had any idea that taking it off was about to become impossible.

Part 2

[ultram0th]

When visiting "Bear Beach", guys who step foot on the shore may experience the following"

Musclegrowth

Weight Gain, especially the belly

Hair Growth

Increased Libido

Proceed with caution!

[chasteandpregnantmale]

An update video for the first time parents to be he is surrogate for. He is now very experienced at this and with those hips gives birth really easily. That wasn't the case for his first couple of pregnancies when he was still a narrow arsed twink

[keozrb]

I need this to happen to me

[keozrb]

Sora Character showcase: Henry

Happy dad day

[keozrb]

Sora - Rich Italian (swimming v9)

Bulk bodybuilder

[keozrb]

Did you wind up backing up your sora videos anywhere? Your stuf was great

Yeah I have all my Sora video with huge backlog of video to post but there all in unorganized file so it hard to figure out which video to post. And these last couple of months I’ve just been busy with other stuff so it hard to find time to go through them and post them. I will try to post more soon and get back to making more story stuff whenever I have some free time.

[keozrb]

Sora - Rich Italian (swimming v8)

oversize muscle bodybuilder

[malestransforming]

I would definitely hit the button and become a huge Scandinavian strongman over 6’5 350 pound of Viking strength 

You sit alone in your shitty apartment, drinking shitty beer that you bought with money from your shitty job. You sigh. You have no drive. There’s nothing to push you forward. Your life is a mess and you know it.

The button sits before you. What would be the harm in pushing it? Maybe the new you would have something to live for. You look around your empty room, at the mediocre possessions you have. You squeeze the extra ring of fat around your stomach, lamenting that if only you lived closer to a gym then you could go more frequently. 

Should you push the button? Your thoughts drift to your parents, but you tell yourself they’ll get over it. 

In a swift movement, you push the button. There’s no time to feel regret or even to second guess your choice because a thought has wormed into your head. One word: grind. 

In an instant every difficult task becomes doable. You have drive now. The urge to improve, to get better, to grind and work harder.

You stand, your body a ball of jitters and energy. You instinctively prepare yourself to head to the gym before going to work. But you don’t have a shitty job. You started a tech company a decade ago, now you’re head of Denmark’s biggest tech company. Because of course you are. You live for the grind. 

Your apartment suddenly looks different around you. Larger. Cleaner. Scandinavian furniture replaces the cheap clutter piece by piece. Minimalist lighting glows softly against concrete walls. Through massive windows you see the skyline of Copenhagen stretching out beneath a cold grey morning sky.

Your body begins to change. Your pulse quickens and heat floods your body.

Your posture straightens violently with a series of pops running up your spine. Your chest expands outward as dense muscle thickens beneath your skin. The softness around your stomach tightens immediately, fat burning away as hard mass forms underneath.

Your shoulders broaden and widen. The fabric of your shirt tightens across swelling pecs and growing deltoids. Muscle surges down your arms in thick waves, veins beginning to rise beneath the skin. Your forearms grow heavy and powerful, hands widening against the expensive fabric of your sweatpants.

Grind. The word echoes again. It’s becoming a mantra.

Your thighs tense painfully. Muscle packs onto your legs with frightening density, stretching the fabric around your quads. Your calves thicken. Your stance widens naturally to support the increasing weight of your body.

You are getting bigger. And not lean either. Massive.

Your jaw tightens as rough blond stubble spreads across your face. Your neck thickens enormously, forcing your collar outward. Pale hair creeps across your powerful forearms and heavier chest. Your entire frame continues expanding upward and outward until you feel huge.

You stand well over six feet tall, broad enough to fill the room through presence alone. The floor creaks softly beneath your increasing weight. Your body feels dense now. Heavy. Built through years of deadlifts, carries, presses, and brutal discipline. Every movement radiates controlled power.

You raise a massive hand to your face, fingers brushing against the thick blond beard spreading across your jaw. The coarse hairs scratch against your calloused palm. Heavy muscles strain beneath fitted athletic clothing while pale hair creeps across your thick forearms and powerful chest. Cold blue eyes stare back at you, sharpened by years of ambition, discipline, and relentless grind.

Your breathing deepens.

Something hot spreads through your chest as your posture straightens unconsciously, your larger body settling naturally into itself. The transformation no longer feels foreign. It feels correct.

Thoughts continue to reorganize themselves. Weaknesses are identified and discarded. Excuses dissolve instantly beneath the crushing certainty that effort solves everything.

Memories flood into your mind of strongman competitions, freezing early morning training sessions, brutal deadlift sessions, years spent grinding your body into something powerful. The grind was part of your life from a young age. You’ve never stopped working for what you have. You remember hustling sleepless nights coding in cramped apartments. Years spent grinding through failures and investor meetings. Early mornings. Cold calls. Product launches. Expansion. Acquisitions. Discipline layered upon discipline until success became inevitable.

Purpose hums through your bloodstream stronger than caffeine ever could. Your massive hands flex at your sides as energy floods your body, demanding movement, demanding progress. The heavy weight of your body settles comfortably onto your joints, familiar and earned.

Grind is your daily mantra.

The old you wanted motivation. But Kasper Lund understands motivation was never real.

Discipline is real. The grind is real.

[rowdy317]

Sport Muscle-transforming from one sport to the other.....thanks to @keozrb for the inspiration behind this one. He has a great series called "The Manliest Man" game...

[mpregheavybellies]

Reblog if you’d love to be heavily pregnant with a big belly

[bellylover026]

Plz 🫃🏻🥵

[chasteandpregnantmale]

So so much

[keozrb]

Dreaming of becoming bigger one day

[keozrb]

Sora - Cowboy Buck (Irishman)

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Update: sorry for the lack up upload been busy lately

[keozrb]

i miss ur stories and would love more TF content. also waiting for more The Manliest Man, love ur work!

Yeah sorry about that I have lot of story I need to do but I just haven’t have the time to get to work on them. That why I been posting more video because they are easier to post and I made a lot of them. Hopefully I will get to work on them someday in the future. I do have somewhat of an ideal for the next manliest man I just need some time to get it done.