Male Age Transformation

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Hey so I haven’t posted here for a while but before I start up again:

Don’t reblog my shit if you’re a conservative.

I don’t care if you f@ggots find my stuff reposted on another blog or if you just want to play both sides for shits and giggles.

Don’t reblog my content if you’re a conservative. I actively despise your existence and you make being Queer harder for everyone.

Fuck right off.

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If you could have one transformation story written for you, what would you want it to be about?

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Coach Matthew needed new players, desperately.

He was all out of options too, all his stars were knocked out on the bench due to injury or other commitments and he no longer had his College team ready to compete!

He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he stared into his mug of coffee. The game was in only a couple hours, how in the hell could he create an entirely new team? It was impossible! Unless...

He stood and rifled through the drawers of his desk. He had sworn that these wouldn’t be used unless there was an extreme emergency.

He pulled out an unassuming orange pill bottle, the contents rattling about.

“B34R Pills”. He read aloud. “Jock edition- Football”.

B34R was originally a virus that had swept isolated parts of Europe and other countries, rooting itself in human DNA only to be harvested by interested companies and used for fast-acting supplements, capable of turning even the scrawniest of geeks into musclebound giants in seconds.

The coach looked out his window at the empty field thoughtfully and made his decision.

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Timothy wasn’t a very fit boy, in fact, he wasn’t fit, period. He was small and slender, completely unfit to run a mile let alone do it constantly, holding a ball.

So, when he got the email from the school Coach to come in early and speak about something urgent, he thought it was unusual. The college freshman wasn’t sure what was going to happen, nervously sitting down and accepting the water cup he was given.

The moment a sip of the cool liquid slithered down his throat, things began to swell.

In seconds his scrawny shoulders had ballooned outwards and his neck thickened considerably, feeling his voice to animalistic grunts. “Wha-“ he let out before a symphony of grunts and moans left his mouth.

“Calm down boy, soon you won’t remember anything that happened here. Only football, get it? Though you might be thinking of other balls after this too.” Coach remarked, watching the man’s lats fan out as his arms swelled like a gorilla’s.

Tim’s waist tightened as his abs came in one after another, followed by his thick thighs and shapely legs, leading up to a muscular ass and a sphincter that would be permanently virgin tight due to all that round muscle.

Tim’s pecs ballooned in front of him, a pelt of black hair taking root all over his body and giving him an effortlessly scruffy and sexy look. This was finalised with the reshaping of his face into a handsome smirk.

Tim’s eyes fluttered as his brain tried to work through the pleasurable stupor, his cock and balls twitching and pulsing as more and more growth surged through him. It was getting hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and his balls so full. ‘Fuck, gonna need one of those cheerleaders to drain me. Not the bitchy girls, one of the hot twinks’ll do.’ He thought, cognitive function slowing to a halt.

Coach looked at the newly christened jock, helping the man to his feet. “How do you feel son?” He asked.

“Fucking great Coach! Gonna need more of that stuff when I get back from- Uh...” he trailed off, meaty hand coming to fondle his balls, neatly tearing the fabric straight off.

“Go on then, can’t have you fucking somebody on the field.” The older remarked, watching the jock bound out of the room and no doubtedly down the halls to eventually find a guy willing to deep throat his 11 inch pole.

“Boys will be boys. Now, who’s next?”

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When Jonathan asked Santa for a “pair of huge tits” for Christmas, he didn’t expect to wake up to this staring back at him from the mirror!

At first he thought there was an intruder, but when the plucky youngster had moved his hands up defensively, he could tell that his reflection was actually the stranger in the mirror.

Now, Jonathan has the nicest tits on the block, complete with super sensitive nipples and a carpet of hair that won’t ever shave off, no matter how hard he tries. Fortunately, his new friends don’t seem to mind, grabbing a meaty handful or letting their talented tongues speak volumes.

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We had the product, the camera crew and all the sponsors ready, now we just need the model.

I work for a swimwear company who may have just gotten it big sponsorship. With summer right around the corner, it would be the ideal time to launch our online brand. However we ran into a bit of a problem, all of our models were nowhere to be found

Bull Premium Beachwear is a company designed to show off the male figure, highlighting every glorious inch of muscle and hair our virile models have to offer. 

That is, if they weren’t all stuck at home.

Our deadline for the sponsors was today, fifteen from now in fact. Our sponsors and their representatives were waiting in front of the area for the photo shoot. If they liked what they saw, we had it in the bag. Every person on the PR team was running around, desperate on how to get someone here without subverting the distancing guidelines. I lanced over at the group of impatient businessmen, glancing over their company names in signs across the various tables, Kahn Biotech, Johnson & Sons Weightlifting, Muscle Corp…

Then it dawned on me. The guidelines limit people from different households, and some of our sponsors brought their children with them to this function. I had my plan.

I signaled the cameramen to start rolling raw footage, put on my best show host smile, took a slight detour to the Muscle Corp table, grabbing a bottle of display pills and waltzed right up to one of the surly looking businessmen, a tall, muscular older man with a full beard and biceps bigger than my head, all packed into a designer suit.

He looked down at me, his crooked nose accentuated by his scowl like I interrupted something important.

I smiled, “Mr Kahn, CEO of Kahn Biotech, how would your son like to be in our commercial?” I ask.

He raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the odd question. The boy at his side looked just as confused.

“I’m sorry?” The man asked. “Have you seen my boy? It would be an embarrassment to send him out there in what is basically a speedo!”The boy looked sullen, palming his pudgy midsection. 

Undeterred, I continued. “Well, we just got a new sponsor that might help with that little problem.” I said, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out a small bottle of pills. “As you probably know, one of our other affiliate sponser is Muscle Corp, leading engineers in male fitness.” He nods, starting to understand where I’m going.

“I’m aware that your company is in need of a new CEO very soon, why not keep it in the family? Besides, don’t you want your boy to be the spitting image of his father?” I ask, laying it on thick in the hopes of letting his son be the experimental guinea pig. 

He thinks for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons before giving me a nod of approval.

I take his kid by the arm, leading him to the change room area and shoving a pair of swim trunks in his arms. “Put these on quick.” I say.

I shut the door, foot tapping impatiently before he emerges, the waistband cutting into his hips. I look at my watch, the deadline less than two minutes away. I curse, ripping the cap off the bottle and pouring some pills into the kids hands. I grab a bottle of water from a nearby mini-fridge and unscrew the cap. We both jog to the large pool set, the cameras slowly flicking on as our broadcast would begin in ten seconds. 

Without much more thought I watch the kid down the pills and the water before clutching his stomach. I think fast, shoving him off the platform and into the pool. 

I bolt, bounding to the dry area backstage as I watch the screen start up, what I see takes my breath away

Sitting on the fake rock set-piece is a dripping Adonis, thick, lean muscles flex and throb with each labored breath, a thick covering of dark hair stretches across his skin and a thick beard covers his face. He pants, throwing his head back and groaning as his swimsuit juts out, rapidly expanding to cover the growing package. 

On the sideline, sponsors stand with either wide open mouths or grins as they subtly stroke their half hard cocks through business pants. I see Mr Kahn talking to an equally muscular man, a badge on his suit showing off the emblem of Muscle Corp.

I jump when a hand claps me on the shoulder. I turn and am greeted with the smiling face of Bull Premium Beachwear’s co-founder smiling like he just won the lottery. “You did it Matty! Our office in the city is blowing up with inquiries from distributors. They all want a piece of the action after seeing how the product can expand.”

His excitement is cut short with the heavy footsteps of Mr Kahn as he approaches. “Gentlemen, is has come to my attention that your product is very popular with some key distributors. Both me and Muscle Corp have entered in an agreement to sponsor your product launch in conjunction with ours. If you agree then we can collaborate further on future products.”

My boss looks ecstatic, quickly shaking his hand and bidding him farewell as he runs off to talk to some of the other sponsors. 

“And you,” he says, booming voice making me quake and shiver. “You might just have saved my company from going under. If you’re ever in the need for a change of pace, call my assistant.He’ll ensure you get everything Kahn Biotech can offer.”He says handing me a small white card.

“Now, how do I get my son off of that set? I gotta get him in something a little less revealing if he ever wants to walk into a boardroom.”

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it fucking sucked when i had to take my stepbrother to the beach when Mom couldn’t. It also didn’t help the brat was a solid 5 years younger than me. I pull out my phone to text Mom again.

You- “Mom for the last time an 18 year old shouldn’t be taking his stepbrother to the beach. What if anyone from school sees me? They already give me shit for being gay!”

Maybe if I had been paying attention I would’ve noticed the warning flags for the beach being closed but the smaller hand dragging me along was relentless.

Frustrated, flick he app off and instead choose to browse through social media. My scrolling was interrupted by a tug on my pants leg. 

“Big brother! Can i go swimming?” said a small voice. I look down at its source, the mousy little kid looked up at me with big doe eyes as he adjusted the way too big swimtrunks.

“Yeah sure, just stay where i can see you.” I say as he grins and bursts into a run. I take a seat on one of the public chairs and take a quick look around. All the other chairs were empty and i started to wonder if the beach was closed. I take a glance to my left and half hidden behind some shrubs i see a metal container. Moving closer i see it covered in warnings and labels, skulls and yellow flag signs scattered on every inch. I stand, about to call out to my step brother and tell him to get out of the water when i hear the heavy thud of feet behind me. 

I turn and collide face first with what felt like a brick wall. I push myself off to realize i came face to chest with a goddamn Mr Olympia candidate. The man’s pecs were thick and heavy like watermelon and his shoulders had to be at least twice as wide as me. He was just massive, including underneath his swimtrunks which might have been painted onto his equally massive junk.

“Bro! You have to come swimming! The water’s all green!” the Adonis said in a deep baritone, contrasting with the childish way he spoke. 

I blinked, looking from the guy’s gleaming smile to the trunks he was wearing (maybe for a little too long). Before i could say anything, my phone chimed and vibrated in my pocket. It was from Mom. 

It read:

Mom- “Mathew you know he loves you. You should be happy to spend time with him! You don’t know, he might grow on you!”

I look back up at the bodybuilder of a stepbrother marveling at the swell of his own meaty bicep.

Yeah Mom, I think he did.

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I had a crush on my neighbour’s son.

It was unavoidable, how could I not? Look at him! 6 feet 4 inches of pure hair and brawn. I had to keep mentally smacking myself with the obvious issue. The forbidden phrase, “He’s straight.” Not that it wouldn’t stop me from thinking up delicious scenarios like his huge tattooed body pinning me down, only for me to realise I’d been drooling. Again.

It was the summer i decided to visit home for college, bringing with me my various books, pencils and *ahem* other types of objects to sate myself during those hard, hard times.

I was back in my old room where my little brother now resided. That little detail was spared to me until that evening though., Mom pushed an old mattress into the corner, she luckily had the sense to leave us to my our devices for the most part, “Boys need space!” she had said. Yeah Mom, Good old space with nothing but me and my fantasies to keep me occupied.

That was until I realised there’d be a problem. My little brother. He took after Dad, that is to say he was a shrimp like me. 14 years old and he couldn’t get any testosterone to save his life. He wasn’t the boisterous type either, keeping to himself all day and burying his face in the nearest book.

Mom would sometimes bug us both, dragging our bodies half asleep to the living room, breaking out Monopoly and having a good old fashion family argument about the amount of taxes on a property.

Good times, good times.

So, one of those nights where I lie awake thinking up 1- how to make my bed creak less and 2- how to get a guy at least half that size, my eye was drawn to the window. 

I glanced out, a shooting star trailing light across the sky, I glanced at the horizon; the sun was almost up. Halfheartedly I decided to give it a shot. I closed my eyes, cleared my thoughts and wished. “I wish for a boyfriend just like that, all muscle no brains.”

I waited for a few moments with  bated breath, watching it make its way across the sky. I was about to look away when it seemed to stop in midair, then come straight towards me! I dove away from the window, head smacking the hard floor as the room erupted in light.

I rubbed my throbbing head as i gingerly opened one eye to survey the damage. To my surprise, the room didn’t look damaged in fact it looked… different.

I heard the rustling of sheets and saw my little brother squirm in the sheets of the now large king-size bed. I pulled the covers away to see him sweating pretty heavy.

“Woah man, you don’t look so good.” I said touching a palm to his forehead. He was burning hot. 

“Yeah I don’t feel so- ugh!” He began before he was cut short, body writhing in place as I backed off. He fell off the side of the bed and pushed himself into a standing position. His sleepwear looked… tighter. Like it was shrinking. That’s when I realised that it wasn’t the clothes that were shrinking, it was him that was growing!

He let out a guttural moan as his body started to swell and expand making short work of the tight shirt. I could see layers of ink stretch out over his growing muscles. His thighs burst into two Christmas hams and his tiny shorts started to melt into a completely new article of clothing, a bright red jockstrap.

I couldn’t move, the realisation hitting me in the face that my wish came true. My brother was becoming the object of my desires.

He shot upwards, easily towering over me as his pecs burst out like two watermelons covered in a thin layer of hair. His jaw clenched and his features changed, becoming much more masculine and gaining an air of emptiness. He squinted in the sunlight, beard growing in as the gears in his mind screeched to a halt.

His hips began to involuntarily thrust as if pushing something outwards. The unmistakable bulge that throbbed into existence followed by two heavy cantaloupes marked the end of his change.

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Chris rubbed his eyes, ducking to avoid the sunlight streaming in through the window. He looked down, dazed for a minute before refocusing on the man in front of him.

He smirked, leaning down to take his lips in a quick kiss. “Morning babe. Sorry I woke you but this beast can’t be contained!” he said grabbing his package for emphasis. The simple action sent small rips through the already stretched fabric.

His boyfriend stuttered, unable to find the words.

“What’s up? Still surprised to see me?” He asked. “I know all that fancy college stuff must’ve bored you so I’m gonna make sure that brain of yours is working alright?”

He grabbed the man by his shirt, hauling him onto the bed and almost smothering his face between his pillow pecs. “I’m gonna make sure you forget all about college.”

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Presenting the newest product from Muscle Corp, B34R Pills!

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Dear Muscle Corp,

I couldn’t fucking believe what those pills did! Now, they weren’t for me but for my younger brother. He’s had some trouble making friends lately so i wanted to give him a helping hand.

Two pills dissolved right into the bathtub i prepared and I got right into position to have the show of a lifetime!

You won’t believe how hot it is to watch your shrimpy little bro get fucking huge! His juicy muscle-tits and fat ass are my favourite… right after his donkey dick and melon balls! Now we’re closer than ever! Thanks Muscle Corp!

Well we certainly believe you two are having a fun time together. 

Muscle Corp, innovation for a growing world.

Side effects may include: Spontaneous hair growth, sudden onset of puberty (even if already experienced), rapid increase of testosterone, deepening of voice and sudden sexual preference changes (100% homosexuality).

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Story for @gabrielluxifer

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A couple days ago I wasn’t anything but a small 15 yer old kid. Now look at me, muscle upon muscle, pec-tits so juicy and hairy all over. I’m a fucking beast! All thanks to some special pills.

Earlier in the month me and my dad were pretty invested in getting me bigger after my Dad’s own muscle growth saga. Not huge, just larger. Enough that my little ass wouldn’t be whooped every other day by kids bigger than me. It wasn’t working though, every day in the mirror would still be the same, small me. I had lost hope.

I’d sit in my room any time I wasn’t at school didn’t bother me anymore, I became numb to everything. My Dad was constantly supportive, pushing me through it and managing to make me smile even though his life hadn’t been easy either as a single father and his adopted son.

That all changed when I went into his closet.

He had texted me one Saturday morning that he left some important documents in his closet and that he’d be coming home to collect them, that if I could get them when he gets here it would save him a bit of time. I agreed, getting out of my messy bed and shuffling into his room.

I looked up and down, high and low but couldn’t see any papers or important looking documents. I grabbed a step ladder and peered over the top shelf and blindly reached hoping my hand would hit something.

It did eventually, way at the back my fingers collided with something solid, a box maybe. I stood higher, stretching until my fingers closed around the box and my feet fell from under me. I let out a rather undignified yelp as I, the ladder and the box fell to the floor.

I rubbed my back as i got into a sitting position and saw the box was now opened, its contents, an orange and black pillbox, spilling over the carpet. I reached over and grabbed it, examining the apparent supplements and my eyes were caught on the big bold letters that read “Muscle growth in seconds!”

I thought to myself that this had to be faked and obviously not real but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be huge now, more than anything I wanted to look down at those bullies. I wanted to be like my father,huge, musclebound, hairy. A symbol of masculinity.

I stood, pills in hand and walked into the en suite bathroom and opened the cap. Pouring out a small handful of pills i downed them and chugged water straight from the tap to swallow them down.

I didn’t even register what was happening at first, Just an overwhelming cramp in my stomach before a feeling of vertigo as my body shot upwards in height. I gripped the basin with both hands, now becoming thick and meaty before my eyes. I examined them with fascination and glee as my arms started to thicken and the feeling of the wonderful swell of muscle had me moaning with delight.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t realize that someone had entered the room with me until a pair of large hot hands found mine. I stared into the mirror and over my shoulder the warm, hungry gaze of my father stared back.

“They were meant to be a birthday present. Guess you found it early.”

His voice came at a low rumble sending vibrations through my now widening back muscles. My neck thickened and my moans grew lower and louder, traps bulking into two mountains. I looked down as my stomach distended, growing into a large firm musclegut.

My fathers hands roamed lower, palming the new pass as e whispered into my ear, “That’s it son. Grow. Grow bigger for daddy.”

His fingers sound my sensitive nipples as my thighs and calves exploded inside the shorts, tearing the fabric and fattening into two meaty slabs of beef.

I leaned back, hi hands seemingly coaxing more and more changed from me. My pecs throb with my heartbeat, each pulse inflated them more and more, nipples fattening until two jiggly pec slabs obscure my downward vision.

I felt him turn me, my hulking frame stomping until my expanded thighs hit the basin edge, giving the expanding ass a new shelf to overflow. I glanced back, i could see two mountains peek over the curve of my shoulders. My focus was immediately changed as i felt something hot and wet encircle my small member whole. I gasped and looked down, the barely visible form of my musclebound alpha of a dad was on his knees licking and sucking my teen cock. Each teasing lick brought me closer to the edge. “D-daddyyyy-”i began, my low voice half surprising me as my jaw squared out and my features grew more manly.

His tongue was relentless and i felt a swelling go down there too. New flesh started to lengthen and expand forwards and outwards. Dad was slurping on my cock now, bobbing back and forth as my cock grows.

My whole body shudders and itches as every hair follicle is stimulated, my smooth body becoming covered in thick black hair. Shoulders, back, chest, stomach, legs, feet, arms, hands and crotch. My new hair turns me on more than anything. 

As my face begins to itch i grow closer and closer. Stubble turning to a thick beard, black and grey hairs intertwining as my now 12 incher slaps against my dads lips.

“Fuck! I’m gonna-”

My phrase was cut short as i blow. Load after load of thick creamy cum pulps down my fathers throat for 5 solid minutes. He has to pull off halfway, splattering it on his face as he cums in his dress pants. 

I huff and puff, catching my breath after the most intense orgasm of my life. My dad stares up at me, tongue still on my fat cockhead. “Like your present son?” he asks.

I smile back. “Best present ever.”

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Can’t believe this was my 14 year old son a few days ago! Let me explain: ———————————————————————————————————– When my son came out to me last year, i was fine with it as any good father would. What i was not finw with was my son was a living beanpole. I tried getting the boy into protein, lifting, anything to get him to stop crying every day coming home from school after being bullied. After nothing worked I was at the end of my rope. That is, until one evening after consoling the boy I looked up and saw a shooting star arch across the sky. I thought “Fuck it, I wish my son was big enough and strong enough to defend himself against the bullies.” You can imagine the shock we both got in the morning! And the admittedly embarrassing conversation of him wearing sweatpants after a good nights rest. Glad to see that the family jewels are just as big as ever! I don’’t think my boy is gonna be bullied anytime soon. On the plus side, he’s even made some friends! From the sounds that come from his room at night that is.

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He was so rough with my throat, fucking it like just another hot, wet hole. I guess that’s what I get for making my little brother go through puberty, probably without blowing a load.

I downloaded one of The Company’s apps, a bio-enhancement application that allows the user to change the people around them with ease and anonymity.

It would have all been fine if I had tested it out first though- I made my kid brother go through 8 years of puberty without emptying his nuts, the huge, heavy ballsack was swollen to the size of a grapefruit with all the pent up seed.

He was the same size as me, but the aggression, the dominant attitude, a cocky smirk as he shoved me to my knees and lines up the fat python with my lips.

“Open wide bro, I need to cum and your throat looks fucking good!”

Then he started to fuck my face, thick musky pubes wafting the scent of testosterone and pure man into my pores, tongue useless at anything but massaging his fat pole, heavy balls smacking against my chin as the last of his changes set in.

Voice even deeper, stubble covering his square jaw, fuck my little brother was a stud.

“Fuuuuck bro! Gonna have to get that app, make you a real musclebitch! Gonna fucking breed that ass!”

His moans escalated, eventually he grabbed the back of my head and I felt his huge cock pump load after creamy load down my throat- pulling off only at the end to spray the last few globs of jizz onto my face.

I gasped for air, he panted with pleasurable exhaustion, but I didn’t see his dick deflate, or balls even look close to empty.

He laid me back on the end of my bed, head tilted back to face him.

“Open wide bro, gotta fuck that pretty little mouth at least ten times before I’m spent.”

[maleagetransformation]

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Be led into one of our secure viewing rooms as a helpful employee, or even trusted family members, transform before your very eyes into the perfect display of strength and security!

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God, sometimes it was good to have magic.

Like the time where I turned a raging homophobe into a slutty twink- ready to service all the men he was just yelling slurs at.

Or the time I made two families whole again- mostly by making their dads gay and fall in love with each other.

Or times like this, where I get a front row seat to a read-faced, blonde twink about to grow into the sexiest Arab stud you’ve ever seen.

That’s it boy, breathe in the steam-feel the spicy scent fill your nose. God it smells good doesn’t it? Smells like… smells like… home, right?

Yeah, that’s right, must feel nice having your memories drain into your balls huh? Doesn’t matter- they’ll be replaced soon. After I’ve had my fun that is.

Alright, where to begin? Let’s start by making you look the part.

The dark skin and darker hair suits you- but what about your size? Can’t have a Grade A stud like you walk around skinny as a twig.

Mmm you’re getting hard right? I would be too if my body started packing on muscle, enough to turn you from shrimp to the next Mr Olympia.

Then comes the features- reshape your face a little here and there, add a couple features and a sexy beard. Oh? Your arms are raising. Must be instinct- your hind brain is searching for a headboard to grip. You need that kind of leverage when fucking a hot piece of ass with your 12 inch fuckpole.

What’s that? You don’t have a footlong? You do now champ- just look at you tenting that towel. Fucking ace man! You’ve gotta have at donkey balls to match right?

Yeahhh, that’s it, cum for me dude. Let out all that boy juice and become a real man!

[growboygrow]

Welp! Turns out there was video of that last experiment!

[maleagetransformation]

Subject SB-15 experienced rapid muscular development after initial injection of BJ-Viral Sample.

Subject SB-15 was initially placed within a controlled environment before being administered the sample, then quickly left alone. Effects were immediate.

The subject began sweating rapidly before muscle and body hair growth commenced. Subject experienced an expected 250% increase in muscle mass.

Upon reintroduction with a member of the community, it was found that contact or ingestion of the saliva produced by SB-15 initiated similar growth sequences in the previously unaffected member.

Further tests must be conducted before the BJ-Virus may be further improved.

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Ricky Ross was a playful youngster who was more often hauled home by the cops than not. A kid with no daddy to call his own and a taste for trouble, the little guy was practically guaranteed to spend miserable teenage years locked in juvie for talking to people he shouldn’t have been.

It wasn’t that time, however. He still had at least a couple years before everyone expected him to fall off the deep end and until then, Ricky was gonna make it count!

He would sometimes take rides with his friends older brothers; he got along better with them anyway. Driving down the highway was peaceful to him and he’s sometimes think of saving all the money in his piggy bank and buying a car to jet off down the road and never look back, but that was big kid stuff and he didn’t like to think of running away too much; his mother would be scared to death!

They had to stop for gas one day though, a stop that wouldn’t have happened any other day save for one of the twin teens forgetting to fill it up the night before. While they were arguing, Ricky decided to use the bathroom and maybe scratch something into the door or wall while he was in there; just mindless mischief that doesn’t really hurt nobody.

While there though, he found something much more interesting.

Carved into the wall was a hole, smoothed out and with various graffiti marks detailing how you’d find the “best blows in town” or “fucking ace hole”.

Ricky decided to stick his small cock and balls through as a joke, just to get some thrill out of doing adult things and riding the slight high as long as he could. However, when he tried to pull his tiny package back out of the too big hole, as of like it was alive the thing closed shut, surrounding his package and preventing him from pulling out.

Ricky was confused for a second, unable to figure it out before he realised he was somehow stuck with his dick and balls on one side and him on the other.

Meanwhile, inside the store the twins were paying for the fuel. There were two workers, seemingly the hottest gas station employees ever with muscles upon muscles and chiseled features not seen in this kind of area in decades. Simultaneously they both got a signal inside their heads, a connection meaning one of their magical traps was sprung.

See, these two weren’t just employees. They both knew a touch of magic and after spending their time in places like Sam Fran and Palm Springs making the hot people hotter, they enjoyed taking a break and “relaxing” in the middle of nowhere talking the day away.

They couldn’t have these two interfering so while one, the redhead covered in freckles with hair like fire offered each boy a chocolate bar as being their first and only customers of the day, laced with magic of course, the other went to check on who exactly sprung their little trap.

He walked inside and instantly all movement ceased from whoever was struggling on the other side of the door. Peeking inside the man was greeted with quite the underwhelming package, deducing that this person is in serious need of his magical adjustments.

He kneeled before the hole, spitting on his fist to wet it before massaging the little package until it was forced to grow hard. It changed very little, maybe two inches at most and as he kept going a high pitched whimper resounded as a dribble of cum flowed from the tip.

He smirked, this was going to be fun.

The sight of the blonde muscle god, 6ft5in of big and tall muscle kneeling before the small 2in cock and worshipping it like it was near orgasmic as he thought. The magical master shuddered at the reaction if someone entered before he’d finished, caught in the act.

That was impossible though, right now he needed to focus. He swirled his tongue around the head again and again until the foreskin returned, then continued until he was sure it would cover the soon to be mushroom and hand off and give some needy cocksucker something to slurp on.

He continued, taking the entirety of the shaft into his mouth and sucking hard, drawing inch after glorious inch out into the world as he made it grow longer and longer. He let it pop off at a mighty 12 inches long, but still fairly skinny. He got right back on, instead now staying put as he sucker and letting the meat expand to meet his cheeks and throat.

Soon it was becoming unbearably thick, nearing beer can proportions when he finally released it.

Ricky on the other side was in an orgasmic high, unable to do anything but stand there on shaky legs, riding out each and every one of his orgasms as his tiny balls pumped out barely a dribble of cum each time.

Seeing this, he got to work adjusting the balls.

Back inside the twins were currently writhing on the floor as their bodies grew identically into more handsome and slutty forms. The redhead watched over them, seeing their muscles expand out of their twig bodies and asses grow fat and clap when they twerked on the floor, filled with the desperate need to suck a fat cock and guzzle it’s cum.

They compromised by furiously making out, tongues lashing as their lips plumped up and their heads were full of memories servicing only the biggest country dicks as twin cockwhores.

They soon reopened their eyes, staring back into their own faces as their square jawlines clashed again and again, desperate to kiss the beautiful jock in front of them.

Back inside, Ricky’s balls were getting their own treatment, seeing the pathetic nuts hanging down from such a gorgeous cock just wouldn’t do.

He stuck out his finger and thumb, making a makeshift cockring and pushing more and more growth magic into them.

They inflated, throbbing and filling up with gushes and waves of churning, bubbling cum. Enough testosterone to fill a whole football team packed itself in there and when he released, they were ripe and ready to go.

Ricky moaned, voice cracking as testosterone flooded his system and skyrocketed his growth from years to seconds. Meanwhile his mystery benefactor was lining up his pink pucker, lubed with spit and pressing that fat mushroom head against it before slamming down against the wall, engulfing each veiny inch.

He set at a brutal pace, pushing off the adjacent wall and slamming his muscle ass back down before he had a chance to breathe.

Ricky was grunting now, groaning as orgasmic pleasure washed over him. His orgasmic rhythm was back, this time spraying volleys of seed into the tight cavern.

“Wh-what’s- what’s *SPURT* haPPENING TO ME?”

He began, voice cracking and growing deeper as his body grew in height and packed on hairy muscle.

“It f-feels *SPURT* fEels fuckin’ *SPURTSPURTSPURT* fUCKIN’ AMAZING!”

He would now towering over the divider, the same immense 6ft5 of his new cocksleeve had he not bent at the knee. Muscle piled on as his back widened so far and so fast it broke the lock on the door, the thing swinging open and allowing Ricky’s big hands to find purchase on anything but the wall.

“RRRRRRRHHHGGGHHHH FUCK YES BRO MILK MY-“ *SPURTSPURTSPUUUURT* “FUCKING COCK!”

This was it, the crescendo he had been teetering on that would seal his fate. A pelt of hair grew up from his denim covered legs that had magically grown along with him to his torso and the shredded remains of his shirt, finally climbing up to grow a perfectly styled and trimmed stubble, then beard on the handsome square jaw.

“FUCK BRO, FUCK DUDE IM” *SPURTSPURTSPURTSPURT SPUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRTTTTTTT*

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

Ricky, now Rick, let out a primal roar as he filled the man’s already filled guts with at least a gallon of seed, the gloryhole widening and allowing his cum-covered cock and balls to be yanked through.

His twins were on him in a second, breaking their little make out session to push through the seemingly unlocked door to drop to their knees and start cleaning their daddy’s cock. They each moaned at the raunchy taste and came in their pants at the site of his muscular body covered in sweat.

“That’s it boys, clean your daddy’s thick bitch-breaker.” He said, the country drawl mixing with the low baritone. He looked to the alternate stall, the door wide open and the big blonde that had taken his meat was standing there, cradling the bulge in his abdomen from the sheer output of seed.

He nodded and smiled at Rick as he sauntered out the door and back to his work, the country man shoving his meat back into his pants and leaving with his two boys back to their truck.

The man leaned against the car as his cockwhores climbed in the back, eagerly sucking face to taste the remnants of his cum on each other’s lips. How he managed to wrangle two hot studs from a nowhere country town was beyond his luck, and with any more he’d be able to quickly spirit them away and be his houseboys in the city.

He took one last look at that gas station, the two men inside waving him off as he smiled, jumping in the front and speeding off down the road, all memories of that nowhere town and dead-end life forgotten as it was replaced with the cocksure persona of Rick Roserider, one of the most popular gay pornstars there were with his two newest stars in the back.

All memories of Ricky Ross piled into his fat balls; he was ready to go again. “Will one of you two sluts get over here? I need to blow a fat load and the first one to get here gets it!”

The twins couldn’t climb over into the front faster.

[maleagetransformation]

Kent O’Kane wasn’t anything special. He wasn’t manly, as per his namesake implied, nor was he big and burly like all the other men in his family. The only thing he had in common with them was his hair, the vibrant shock of auburn on his pale skin spoke more of his heritage than he ever could with looks alone. The other thing he shared with his family though, was Rugby.


The sport was basically entwined with his family history, the fields, ball and jersey weren’t unseen around his house and every weekend he would always accompany his parents, brothers and cousins to the nearest field.


All the men in his family had participated, with some becoming teachers of the sport and others being dedicated enough to go pro nationally. Whatever it may be that separated them, Kent felt at least someone related to them men when they would stand and cheer or bemoan a referee’s mistake.


It was because of them that Kent was currently dreading the next and possibly last few minutes of his life. There he sat, sitting on the side-line of the green field in the cold morning air. The green and white jersey hung loose and breezy on his thin body, the boots were donated from his too-big cousin and the rest of his attire was his brother’s, right down to the underwear. He had almost laughed out loud when he saw the white briefs with small green clovers, shuddering as they barely held themselves up on his small hips.


It was his grandfather’s idea. The older man came down from somehow a more northern town, the man looking half his age and just as handsome. He was huge, a mountain of muscle and hair with a bright re beard covering his square jaw. He was a joyous man, a gentle giant but that didn’t mean Kent wasn’t intimidated and agreed immediately to avoid angering him.


He had clapped him on the back and encouraged him, the younger nearly sent sprawling from the impact. “Don’t worry lad, you’ll be as big as your brothers soon as you hit the field!”

Kent scoffed to himself, thinking of the words his Grandfather had said so assuredly. It was barely three minutes to the end of the game, the score at 30-35, Away side currently in the lead.

The Away side, the team that had travelled however many miles to their small town to play against them, currently looked smug; as if to silently reassure their own presumption of victory. The game was vicious up until this point, the teams trading blow for blow, try for try as they passed, tackled and dodged their way across the turf.

It looked even until Callum had been injured running to try and catch the enemy Wing, diving and re-damaging his already bad shoulder as he fell in a heap. He had been pulled off the field and onto a plastic chair that groaned under his weight. Kent thought he could maybe replace Jameson on Wing, but it looked like his coach was going to field him for Callum.

Said man stood over a head taller and then some when compared to one another; the Prop forward being a wall of beef that had setup some of their best scores this season. To send out Kent as his replacement would be sending him to die. ‘Maybe Coach could swap us around? Nick could go into Prop and then-‘

“Kent, go on for Callum.” The coach snapped, not taking his eyes off the teams preparing for a scrimmage on the field, arms intertwined as they moved to position. Kent knew better than to question or interrupt the man.

He ran on, his teammates raising their eyebrows at his arrival but said nothing, looks of disbelief coupled with exhaustion making their faces turn into scowls. He packed in, slipping beside Bryan M as Bryan G hooked into his other side. “You know what to do?” They both asked in unison, a quirk of theirs.

Kent didn’t speak, busy putting in his mouth-guard and nodding. He grabbed onto the jersey, the wet and slippery material made him shudder. The smell of grass, rain and testosterone surrounded them in a haze. Kent felt strange as more people piled into position, like he was filling up with some kind of energy that he hadn’t felt before. He felt hot under his clothes despite the cold weather, looking to the side it seemed like none of his huge teammates felt the same. Looking forward led him face to abs with the enemy prop.

He was going to open his mouth and say something when the call of the referee boomed out over them and across the field to the awaiting parents and friends. “Crouch!”


Kent was yanked down along with his team as they lowered into a squat position, muscles taut and ready to push head on into the others. The feeling was worse now, the dull itch now a tingle as he felt a surge of adrenaline, it made his legs shake and feel something like anticipation mixed with anxiety.

“Bind!” Kent reached up automatically, grabbing a fistful of the opposing prop’s jersey and twisting it. The other looked up and grinned, not in malice but amusement at his gusto. He did the same, moving his arm back and forth to see Kent sway slightly before planting his feet.

They readied, heads aligned with the gaps in the others’ shoulders. Kent felt like he was buzzing, completely and utterly vibrating next to his teammates. “Set!”

Their bodies rushed together, Kent assumed he was going to be crushed between the onslaught of weight but he tried his best to hold steady. He pushed as hard as he could with his legs, then harder still. His spine tried to fold but he straightened up and lowered his head, staring at the ground as the ball was rolled in.


He felt like he was going to snap, to break in half and fall to a heap. He screwed his eyes shut, it was Even when they came together but Kent’s weakness meant they were slowly losing. Kent gritted his teeth, the feeling of someone’s shoulder pushing him from behind worsened the feeling. It built, moving until it was a crescendo and-

Kent felt a massive throb down below, like he was paralysed in his legs and suddenly could move them again, like a wave came from the tips of his toes upwards and moved until it reached his hips. He dug in his heels and pushed onwards, the effort now somehow considerably easier. ‘Was he giving up?’ Kent thought, taking steps forward until the ball was eventually grabbed by their halfback.


“Break!” Someone yelled, hands coming off of Kent as they dismantled and bolted across the field in record time.

Kent was bewildered for a moment but followed quickly. He soared a glance down to his legs when he was met with something extraordinary. His legs looked more like his brothers, but also not. It was the same pale, freckled skin but now it was stretched taut over huge lumps of muscle that stretched his short legs and socks to the limit. He tried to wiggle his toes in the shoes but it felt so tight in there, now like they fit him too tightly over too loosely.

Kent was aghast as he ran, these were the kinds of legs he would stare at quietly watching others train, the hard calves and thick, meaty thighs he would privately wish to suffocate between and need to readjust his pants for. Normally he would see an equally impressive pair of cheeks that rested above them but Kent felt no wobble or jiggle as expected. 

He didn’t have time to think though, confusion ebbing away to determination as he readied over his tackled player, needing to brace for the hit of the opposing player trying to bowl him over and steal the ball. The two Brian’s had already fended off the first wave of players but they were dispatched in the process, the only one standing between two players running towards his only chance at victory.

He braced, one leg over his mate, Rory, who was huddled in the ground and trying to hand off the ball to another player. The two bodies his him hard, hands and arms wrapping around him as their momentum tried to topple Kent off his feet. Even with his new legs Kent couldn’t fight much longer against them. 
He heaved, bending precariously back as another body hit him from behind, one of their backline had joined in the efforts and had sandwiched him between the opposing forwards.

Kent groaned with exertion but felt that same pressure build, he pushed and pushed, ha da snaking behind each of the two bodies as he have one final heave.

The pressure that left him was electric, waves came through his shoulders and down his arms as they exploded in the shirt. Kent could vaguely see around their wide backs his hands had turned meaty and huge. Gripping their jerseys he hauled all four bodies to one side, throwing the two and himself out of the way as his backline received the ball.

The impact landed the two men on top of Kent, the force of their weight on top of him as he hit the earth released another bout of pressure he didn’t realise was there. Kent felt his back all the way down to his legs pulse once, twice before he pushed himself from laying down to crouching, then standing. The others were on their feet as well, but instead of looking up at them, Kent now looked down at their dumbstruck faces, the gears whirring in their heads but not comprehending anything amiss.

Kent took off running again, seeing the familiar motions of one final play forming. The referee blew the whistle, signalling there was one play left before the game ended. Kent’s biceps, triceps and shoulders stretched out to his sides, they were huge and covered in veins and looked like he could effortlessly lift any of his brothers, even his burly father now. 

Kent backed up and readied for a sprint, the halfback seeing what he was planning and decided on one last ditch effort to win. They shared a glance and a second became a lifetime, the ball suddenly springing out of his hands like a bullet as Kent ran to intercept the throw and keep running.

He intercepted it, but there were a few members who anticipated this, a body running towards him from the front in an attempt to tackle. His shoulder made contact with Ken’s stomach but he palmed the other away, continuing his stride straight towards his finish line.

Another stood, and several more were on their way it seemed. Cheers from the sidelines rang out in a cacophony of noise, parents and onlookers caught between holding their breath and cheering him on. Kent felt the next impact in his chest, the immediate result of his pecs jutting out and making his normally high collar show off the cleavage between them. He tried ripping Kent down to the ground by his shirt but failed due to Kent’s momentum carrying him onwards straight into his body. They collided, the other’s face practically motorboating him as he fell to the ground. Kent could have sworn that the other was blushing like mad.

He ran further and further, the white halfway line passing him underfoot, then the ten metre. He approached, the enemy wing was right on him and Kent needed to make a decision. He dove, springing off the ground and into the air as he did the same, reaching to stop the ball from hitting the ground.
Kent outreaches him though, the impact with the earth sending him skidding along as the cheering turned raucous and the referee sounded his whistle, signalling Kent had scored a try and made the teams even.

The fall released the final few knots still stuck inside, the opponent’s hand pulling him down coupled with the expansion left Kent’s ass bursting out of his pants, two huge bubbles turning the briefs into a jockstrap as they ripped the fabric down the middle. A similar predicament came with Kent now freeballing in the front of his shorts, his cock and balls now feeling like they were going to slip out of his pants leg with their sheer size and girth.

Kent was surrounded by his team as they hauled him to his feet, cheering and congratulating him for the stellar play. They hugged and surrounded him, ruffling his hair and passing his pack, a few daring to give him a spank. Their bodies writhed against Kent as he straightened, the added testosterone seeping into his pores as his neck thickened. The stragglers appeared too, dunking water from the bottles over the team in celebration, even if they didn’t win yet.

The liquid seeped through his already damp clothes, clinging to his body as the itchiness re-emerged slightly. Kent rubbed his jaw, the wetness of the water and added testosterone in the air making the bones reshape into a perfect pointy and angular masculinity. 

A carpet of red hair sprung up underneath the sodden clothes, making him much more like his brothers and their own hairiness. They hauled each other off the field to await the final kick, a final chance to snag some points and turn it from even to a win. Kent just wanted to shower, to see what he had become as the crowd formed.

“Kent, bag!” He heard, turning to see his brother throw him a small fabric bag that he caught. He headed into the locker room, turning on the showers and quickly ducking under the spray. He rubbed his new body all over with some soap provided, feeling toe thick hair and square jawline, the ministrations making his loins stir as the newly fat cock began to get somehow thicker and longer.

Someone cleared their throat behind Kent, who turned and recognised the face as being slightly familiar; the captain of the opposing team. He was a centre, powerfully athletic but smaller than Kent by a long shot. His body was thick with hard, large muscle but was outshined by the sheer bulk and beefiness of the redhead.

He smiled cheekily, light brown hair seemingly combed perfectly despite the game they just played. Kent stared a little longer, taking in the light brown hair that was longer at the top, the big brown eyes and slightly tanned skin, the curve of his Cupid’s bow and the smooth jawline.

“You played real well out there mate.” Came his voice, the expressed my British accent not unfamiliar to Kent.

“Aye, as did you.” He replied, turning to face him and not missing the other’s not so subtle glance townward.

“Name’s Leon, and you?” He asked, stepping out of his boots and pulling his shirt up, beginning to take it off.

“Kent, though I’m sure my name isn’t what you’re interested in.” He replied, seeing the man take off his socks and shuck his shorts and underwear down in one go.

“Nonsense, I just wanted to congratulate the man that won the game. Properly, that is.” Leon got with him under the spray, tilting his head upwards and teasingly flicking to Kent’s lips as he began kissing down his neck and pecs, latching onto his nipple and biting lightly. “Fuckin’ tease!’ Kent groaned out.

Leon chuckled as he worked lower, moving until he got to his knees and massaged the already hard length. Kent’s member stood long and hard in his hands, the head still down turned as it was unable to harden and stand completely due to the weight. Leon tongued up the long, fat vein before taking the head into his hot mouth.

Kent let out a curse and grabbed Leon’s hair with both hands. “You come to me and act like such a fucking tease. Take it and don’t complain!” Kent’s gruff words echoed through the room, the heady slurping of Leon drowned coupled with his heaving grunts rang in Kent’s ears. He felt his old self slipping away, seemingly growing and being replaced at least partially by the new Kent, the huge rugby player that was currently making Leon’s eyes roll back.

He tucked hard and deep, abusing Leon’s mouth to the point he lacked a gag reflex anymore, just sitting and letting him pummel the velvet walls of his gullet and stretch his lips over the length. Kent was sure he’d look like he got into a fistfight by the time he was done, bruised lips and red cheeks from the snap of his hips, coupled with the tears in his eyes from the rough treatment.

Kent furrowed his brows, the crowd outside building in anticipation as Brian G steadied the ball, a new one needing to be inflated after Kent had popped into the last one with his try. He ran the few steps, kicking the object and watching it soar through the air.

The crowd erupted as did Kent with a guttural howl, shoving Leon against his pelvis as his balls unloaded pump after pump straight down his throat. Kent pulled out, Leon’s lips stretching some of the way was he sprayed the last few loads onto his face and hair. He looked thoroughly fucked, gurgling in pleasure as Kent came down to lift him to his feet and kiss the captain. He swallowed the rest as the crowd came down from their high, walking off shakily and combing the leftover cum into his hair like gel.

“Thanks for the fuck mate, felt amazing!” He said, though his voice was hoarse. “Left my number in your little bag, if you ever want to catch up again. Some of the guys want to meet you too, Kyle’s particularly interested in your tits.” He called out, slipping through a small door and into the other shower room attached to the Away team’s changing quarters.

Kent signed, contentedly washing up and wrapping the towel around his waist as he went to his bag, unable to resist snapping a picture and sending it off to the number Leon left, as well as the one Kyle apparently scribbled on.

Turns out Kent O’Kane really was something special.

[maleagetransformation]

Story for @fathernature83 cause he makes such hot stories!

Antonio was your average Italian-American teen, large, loud, and loving towards the ones that mattered most: his family.

Said family consisted of him and his two younger brothers, Giovanni and Luca, and until recently their Mother. She had raised the boys all on her own until sickness took her away, meaning one of the primary sources of income was now off the table as well.

With no father figure to call their own, the 18 year old Antonio quickly fell into the role of a surrogate father figure, ferrying the middle child Giovanni to and from school, and caring for the young Luca all on his own. Times were getting tougher and money wasn’t coming in quickly enough; that was until Antonio stumbled upon a grand opportunity.

A company in Brooklyn had offered a grand sum of money in continuous payments to the first man to accept their lengthy list of requirements and sign his name on the dotted line. And after putting the boys to bed with their neighbour watching over them, Antonio left into the night.

He came across a large building that seemed to glow from within, the massive office/apartment style construct looked out of place amongst the much smaller surroundings. He stepped inside, being greeted with a cheery woman, far too cheery for late work.

He stepped up, saying he was here to sign the contract and participate. She gladly accepted and ushered him into an adjacent room. Inside sat a stern looking businessman and a stack of papers. He barely read any of them as a signature was scribbled down the bottom.

Snapping them shut in a briefcase, the man unlocked a final room deeper within the building; a stark white medical lab where someone in a lab coat was already preparing. Just what had he signed up for?

The man shook his hand and introduced himself as Doctor Matthew, his eyes flicking to the V in Antonio’s shirt before coming back up to meet his gaze. “Ready to begin?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this done so I can get my money.” He replied curtly, the Doctor instructing him to remove his shirt at once, but put it back on before the final stage.

He complied, the man rubbing his nipples with alcohol solution before applying a cream to them, then pulling out a syringe filled with fluid and injecting a half into each pectoral, before finally producing a tablet and some water for Antonio to swallow, which he did as he pulled the material back over his head. He complied without hesitation: He loved his family after all.

As soon as the capsule hit his stomach, things began to change. His white shirt which at one point was looser on his frame became unbearably tight as his muscles expanded instantly, each deeply cut abdominal jutting into existence with a throb, his back arching onto the medical bed he hadn’t realised he fell back into. With a loud *CRUNCH* it didn’t feel so long anymore, it was like his spine had stretched and now his feet dangled off the end.

His shoulders shot out to either side, nearly breaking the neck of his shirt down the middle. Twin cannonballs grew in their place as his knuckles popped and lengthened. A glance at his hands revealed the digits had grown and thickened, his palms now enormous as his now vein covered forearms led to seam-splitting biceps.

He let out a grown as a tightness spread from his feet upwards, it was like his shoes were too small. His theory was confirmed as his feet cramped inside, Antonio toeing them off to see his socks begin to tear. His calves only sealed the deal, legs lengthening as his calves and thighs made his jeans look plastered on, the thick thighs and shapely legs only making him look sexier. This continued until the forces met in the middle.

He was panting now, breathing hard as two cum gutters found their way to his lower abdomen, his bulge stirring momentarily before his hips were listed off the surface by the inflating rear. The massive cheeks wobbled as they fought for space, resulting in a tipping sound reverberating in the room as the seat of Antonio’s pants could no longer contain his fattened ass.

The final wave of heat came to his neck, thickening it and turning the sounds from boyish moans to manly grunts, his brows furrowed, jawline thickening as his cheekbones increased in size, eyebrows thickening and his hairline receding ever so slightly. The new Antonio breathed heavily, rubbing his sore jaw and feeling the roughness of the stubble there. He looked around a decade older now, 28 years old and already daddy material.

“Is- hah- is it over?” He asked, surprised at the deep richness of his voice now. His question however, would soon be answered.

Antonio felt a stirring from his chest, the site of the injections and his cream-lathered nipples tingling incessantly. Each beat of his heart brought a wave of pleasure starting from his chest. He watched with both horror and awe as his pecs swelled and grew into place, then they began to push further. It soon looked as if Antonio had spent his whole life on a rowing machine, the meaty slabs now having a cleavage between them.

He gasped as his nipples expanded accordingly, the dusky buds widening and fattening into perky teats leading to pendulous pecs. He reached up to feel the heavy weight, almost a slosh coming from them as Doctor Matthew saw his chance to intervene. Antonio didn’t know where he pulled them from, but two pump-looking devices were soon strapped to his pecs and over his nipples, the man turning the mechanism on without a word.

The Italian was going to ask what he was doing when he felt it, a pressure abs tug at his nipple as it lengthened, the hard bud being pulled inside the vacuum until a plus felt like it was released and a torrent of milk flowed from the new man’s chest.

He let out a string of curses as his pecs were thoroughly milked, never losing their roundness or perkiness, but still somehow pulping out more and more creamy fluid. Eventually the Doctor turned off the machines, pulling the pumps from the man’s chest.

The doctor smiled and helped the new adult to his feet, still unsteady from the new height and weight plus the pleasurable milking.

“What did you do to me?” He finally worked up the courage to ask.

“We wish to revolutionise sports supplements, however the basic formula needs a living host to create it and we did not wish to use cattle. So, we enlisted your help.” He explained. “The growth is a side effect of the hormones I injected directly into your new milk factories.” He said, pointing and prodding at Antonio’s chest.

“Now, there is one final thing before we will fully reimburse you for your participation.” He quickly added, pulling a box off the counter and opening it, revealing what looked like a cigar and a lighter.

“This is not your regular tobacco product, it’s a complex mix of hallucinatinogens and mind-altering solutions, guaranteed to let you get used to your new life, Sir.” He handed Antonio and produced a lighter, igniting the end and pushing him out the door and through the small room to the main area.

Antonio took a puff of the hot-cigar, huffing in the smoke and letting it cloud his mind before clearing things further, filling him to the brim with experience and memories. Antonio, now Tony stepped into the early morning light of Brooklyn, leaning on a nearby wall to finish what was left of his parting gift.

From across the street he heard a whistle coming his way. He looked up, unaware a side effect was also the change in libido and sexual arousal, as his gaze stopped on a younger blonde man, waving at him and shooting a grin his way.

He finished what was left of his cigar, and judging from the time on his watch, Tony had a couple hours to kill before he had to wake up his boys. Striding across the street he cane chest to face with the man. He outstretched his hand. “Tony.” He introduced. “S-Steven” he replied.

Tony smiled, the guy was cute but obviously new to someone of his caliber. “I saw you watchin’ me. Like something you see, Steven?” He questioned. The other could only nod in response as he stared at his pecs.

Tony chuckled and walked off in the direction behind him. Tony could’ve sworn the kid had cum in his pants from the sight of his ass alone as he got a glance between the ripped seams. He turned down what he knew was an alleyway with a makeshift bench, perfect for straddling Steven on and milking every inch of his young pole with just enough time to spare and get home to make his body breakfast.

After all, Tony loved his family.