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Dedicated Roleplay

By: chaoticdjinn

Enzo's head gave a little throb, prompting him to wince visibly for the umpteenth time that night. He didn't understand why he was suddenly feeling so out of sorts. He had been fine an hour ago when he was prepping for DnD. "Sorry guys, guess I'm just sort of out of it tonight. What was your last move?" "I said I wanted to see if I could persuade the guard into letting me talk to the Half-Elf they just brought in." Replied Sam, looking at Enzo with an odd smile. “Right, right. Sure give me a roll.” “Eighteen” Replied Sam, giving a little whoop of excitement at his high roll. Enzo rolled his die behind the screen and froze. Looking between the 12 he rolled on the die and the sheet that housed the NPC’s stats he couldn’t make sense of what the total was supposed to be. What was worse, he couldn’t even remember what he was supposed to use to check against a persuasion check. “Uh, he believes you, I guess.” Mumbled Enzo, his head feeling heavier with each passing second. “What do you mean you guess? You’re the DM, does he or doesn’t he?” Asked Sam, the smile on his face growing curiously wider. “I mean, yeah he does.” Affirmed Enzo, rubbing his temple lightly. As the scene continued on Enzo found himself faltering at every interaction. He suddenly couldn’t remember any of the work that he prepped just an hour or so ago, nor did he have a clear memory of what the overarching plot of the campaign was. With a grunt and a groan, Enzo pushed himself away from the table and stood up, feeling a sudden anxious energy surge through his body. “Holy crap guys I think it worked.” Said Sam, looking between Enzo and the rest of the group. “Well yeah, I’m not the group’s Wizard for nothing.” Replied Adam, tapping his handmade spellbook. Enzo’s eyes widened as the anxious feeling inside of him exploded into a surge of energy that coursed through his entire body. He felt the seams of his tight jeans and small, snug shirt rip and tear while his body expanded outward.  A flat chest became a thick and powerful shelf of muscle. His nonexistent biceps swelled to the size of softballs, then bowling balls, his veins pressing up tightly against his skin. His ripped clothing swirled and undulated, taking on a new shape entirely. An ultra low cut muscle shirt, loose gym shorts, a backwards cap and running shoes. His head clouded and he watched fact after fact pour away from his understanding and into the void of nothingness. Where he once understood all the rules to DnD he now understood how to build a proper weightlifting routine. Where there used to be a clear picture of all of the seasons of Dr Who now was a clear as day picture of every single episode of Jersey Shore. His mind shifted, struggling to find a way to rationalize why he was actually hanging out with the skinny nerds around him. They had helped him with some of his classes back in his first year of college and they had turned out to be kind of cool guys. They helped him with his studies, he helped them at the gym. He got them to watch football with him every couple of Sundays and he played as the barb in their DnD party. He didn’t understand most of the rules, but it was fun to imagine a world where he could get through most of his problems by punching things.

“So come on man, declare your action.” Said Sam, bringing Enzo’s mind back to the present. “Uh, I punch the guy then. Isn’t that what I said? It’s kind of hard to think right now.” Replied Enzo, sitting back down and rubbing the front of his gym shorts. “What did you come over without getting off again?” Asked Sam. “You know you can’t have a boner and play DnD at the same time. We go through this like, every week.” “Well, maybe I just like having you take care of it for me.” Replied Enzo with a dumb grin. “Ok guys, five-minute break while I take care of Enzo here. Stretch, get drinks whatever.” Enzo watched the rest of his friends get up from around the table and head towards the kitchen, leaving him and Sam with a sense of relative privacy. It didn’t really bother Enzo one way or the other, with all of them watching straight up or pretending not to look from the kitchen. He had a hot body and he knew it, so showing it off was no problem.  He stood back up and hooked his thumbs around his shorts, dropping them around his knees and revealing his rock hard muscle butt. “Dude, you didn’t even wear any underwear.” Said Sam with a shake of his head as he fished his 6-inch cock out of his underwear. “It just gets in the way.” Began Enzo, spreading his cheeks. “And it’s kinda like role-playing, like Adam and his book. I don’t think a barb would wear underwear.” “Yeah, you’re probably right about that man, they’re usually pretty simple like that. Big, dumb, not much on their minds.” Replied Sam, pushing his dick between his friend’s cheeks. “Heh, yeah, that’s why I play ‘em. Way easier to play when you just make your character after yourself.” Grunted Enzo, taking the dick like a champ. While Enzo felt his body rocked back and forth by his friend’s thrusts he couldn’t help but feel as though he had forgotten something important. The idea bubbled up to the front of his mind before popping and vanishing into the ether before he could grasp it.  Shrugging he dismissed the feeling. It probably wasn’t important, and if it was he was sure one of his friends would remind him. They always took such good care of him when they gamed.

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Wicked Kids

By: makingrealalphas 

I know there’s something wrong with those kids that camped near our cabin. They acted very weird all night long and turned out they are even sicker than what I expected.

Last night was quite clear that those kids aren’t your nice neighborhood kids. They smoked, drinking heavily and speak in such horrible manner.

I even saw two of them jacked their dick off in this goddamn dark wood like, what the fuck? Those kids are totally insane. And now, I tried so hard to not puke as I witness them putting on my colleagues body like some kind of bodysuits.

They hi-fived and then smelling each other body while the other checking out the money inside everyone’s wallet. One of them who just closed his eyes inside Aaron’s body suddenly opened its eyes, Aaron’s eyes and speak the same way Aaron would

“One guy is missing, we should find him!”

“Should we just wait? I mean, sooner or later that one guy will be back….whoa….the missing guy is fucking hot based on this dude memory….fuck I should have just waited for him instead of taking this one. I’m rich but look at this dick, fucking tiny,”

They all laughed and that’s when I heard a voice right behind my ear

“Don’t move, or you’ll be just like your friend,”

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By: male-tf-captions

The bigger your biceps get, the smaller your mind becomes. It was a sacrifice you didn’t think twice about making back when you were a scrawny nerd who would have done anything to get bigger. So, when you were given the opportunity, you gladly agreed to give up small pieces of your intelligence in order to make your muscles grow. You had intelligence to spare, you figured. And you’d know when to stop. All you wanted was just a little bit of muscle, you had told yourself.

But having muscle, getting bigger and bigger every day… Watching the muscle grow and expand right in front of your eyes… You had no idea that it would feel so good. And the more of your intelligence that you gave up, the less you cared about studying and learning and passing your classes in school… It just seemed so much easier to let it all go and just keep getting bigger….

Now you’ve got the biggest biceps of anyone you know… Sure, you can hardly string a proper sentence together any more… But those biceps, bro… It was all worth it, wasn’t it?

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Jason

By: male-tf-captions 

“Jason, flex,” I said, and he did. 

I felt myself becoming aroused at the sight of my brother’s best friend obeying my every command.

“Jason, freeze,” I said, and he did.

He stared blankly ahead, his arms still pulled up in a strong double-biceps flex. I sat next to him without any fear whatsoever and nuzzled my nose deep into his musky pit. I ravenously inhaled the scent and then let my tongue hungrily lap up and down the ridges of his muscled body. I could still taste the salty sweat from his workout earlier in the day. He hadn’t showered afterwards. Just as I had instructed him.

“Jason, relax,” I said, and he did.

He dropped his arms to his side and settled into the sofa a little bit. He kept a neutral look on his handsome face.

“Jason, be my boyfriend,” I said, and he did.

He turned to look at me, and the neutral look on his face was gone. It was replaced with a warm smile… There was a sparkle in his eye when he looked at me now…

“Hey, babe,” he said with his smoothest, most charming voice. I nearly melted at how convincingly he had said it.

“Jason, kiss me,” I said, and he did.

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Fireproof

By: paradisetf

You ever think of someone and wonder how they do what they do? Then you feel the same way as Alex. Sure, he’s a firefighter and has put out a few fires, but he’s never had to rescue anyone. But that’s about to change. As he and his team sat and ate, they began to talk. “Damn, you’re so brave Craig. Nice job with that save.” Someone said. Alex felt inferior to the others. While they were going out and rescuing people, the best he could do was operate the hose. He wasn’t strong or fast, but he was determined. “You know… I could probably save someone if you guys just gave me a chance.” He said. But as soon as he did, the bell started to ring. A fire. “Attention, a family of 3 is trapped in their burning house! Team, move out!” Said the operator. Everyone rushed and suited up, hopping on the engine and driving off.

Alex felt as though his heart was going to explode. He’d never seen the team rescue others in person, only stories. When they arrived, the other members rushed to get the family out. One by one they got the mother and father out. But something was wrong.

“Wait, our son! He’s still inside!” Screamed the mom. Alex ran over. “Ma'am where is he?” He said, determined to help. “H-he’s in his room. None of the others can fit under the rubble. Please, save my baby!” She said, tears pouring down her face. Alex rushed inside, ignoring the others telling him not to.

In a burst of energy, he rushed down the door to the child’s room, rubble covering the entire room. He got down on the ground, flames licking his body as he crawled to the bed, grabbing the child and covering him. The flames grew larger as he looked around, seeing a window. “I’ll keep you safe, buddy.” He said, ramming into the wall with his helmet, causing it to fall, revealing the outside.

The air felt heavy as he rushed to the family. “I believe this child is yours.” He said, cradling the child in his arms. The mother wept and grabbed her child, thanking him profusely. All of a sudden, the air around them froze, and the fire seemed to stop moving. It was though time had stopped.

“You are very courageous, young Alex.” Said the father, as he stepped forward, an aura of power surrounding him. “I am Virtus, holder of the Valor Fruit. And you, young man, have shown immense bravery in the face of danger. Take this fruit and eat it. You will save many lives, young man. Remember me when you do.” He said, Alex standing there, speechless.

He watched as Alex took a small bite, causing his muscles to swell with immense strength and flexibility. The taste was indescribable, and the more Alex ate, the more his muscles swelled, tattoos appearing in his body, his skin getting a golden tan washed over it.

As he finished the fruit, the man smiled. “May your bravery bring you great fortune.” He said, as time resumed, the fire being extinguished by the hose, Alex’s team cheering him on. Now fire isn’t the only hot thing around.

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By: makingrealalphas

Humh……it must be awkward to bring him around, huh? I mean, he can even pass as your dad and you’re his college-aged daughter. So please be mindful and specific when you wished for something because this dude is a literal dad material. Strong arms, body built like temple with cobblestone abs and veins snaking all the way in biceps and triceps and not to mention the beard, the sexy beard that you really love even though some of your friend find it disturbing and itchy based on their experience with bearded guys. His facial structure really show charisma and wisdom, no more childish face that usually lead to him kicked out from the club or denied access to the club.

But a body like that must be the result of a well-used and planned stamina and that lead to him always being the last one standing between you two in bed because you never have the opportunity beforehand to handle such powerful and experienced guy, maybe you’ll catch up but by far, he’s the better one in terms of endurance.

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Yuppie

By: makingrealalphas

“Guess you’ll be my way out, yuppies. Ohoho, freaking New York city boy, bless you, never in my life I got a client like you. All hicks, all rednecks, all Southern dude just like me. Pretty boy like you with your pretty car shouldn’t drive to this area but hey, glad you done it because for real, I see a golden ticket out from this mundane lifestyle while you can live here replacing the missing me. Well, in fact, I won’t be missing at all and people will just see that I’m doing my usual thing, only difference is that you are going to look like me and you won’t even remember this whole thing,”

He forced the naive preppy dude in suit that unaware of his magic ability to suck on his meat as more and more essence of them exchanged during the process. The changes are subtle and slow yet definite as the suited dude hair receeded back to its scalp and he resemble more and more like the car mechanic instead the more he bobbed up and down. As the mechanic grows taller and more model-like as he steals the feature of the unfortunate model, he eventually erupt all over the face and also in the mouth and that sealed the whole thing

“Goddammit dude. You chose that instead of cash? You are indeed fucking horny for city boy like me,” the mechanic said as he smirked, now using the face of the New York model. He gently tapped the mechanic’s coated face and then even smeared the whole thing evenly in the face of the mechanic. All his memories accessible and feels like made by him instead yet the real mechanic still have a grasp of his real identity, unlike his counterpart who succumbed to his role as little town mechanic with no way back.

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Coach’s Core Principles

By: bouncyboytfs

I had always carried the self-proclaimed title of intellectual, a label that some may argue was too heavy for my own good. People often called me arrogant, rude, but I simply didn't have the time or patience for those who couldn't match my intellectual depth. This, of course, created a rift between me and the so-called mindless jocks, who seemed to resent my superiority. It was no surprise that the coach had taken a special interest in me, probably to attempt to mold me into something I thought I didn't need.

The next class on the schedule was Physical Education, a subject I detested with a passion. It had nothing to do with my slender frame or my height of 5'6". It was simply because I couldn't bring myself to care. In my mind, PE class was designed for the meatheads, the ones who felt the need to prove themselves physically. I, on the other hand, didn't feel the need to prove anything.

During PE class, the coach gathered the group together for what appeared to be yet another one of his supposedly important speeches, much like the "core principles of PE" lectures he delivered regularly. It was a monotonous routine, preaching about hard work, discipline, and all that stuff. To me, it seemed utterly pointless and exhausting.

I watched with a glazed-over expression, paying attention to everything but coach's words. Suddenly, I felt his gaze land directly on me, piercing through my indifference. "Dan, step forward," he commanded, his voice carrying an unusual authority. With reluctance, I made my way to the front of the group, only to have the coach grab my thin arm and yank me towards him, causing me to stumble and fall against his imposing chest.

"Dan, I've had enough of you making a mockery of this school. What makes you think you can get away with ignoring me, huh?" His tone was accusatory, as if I had committed some grave offense.

I mustered up a lie, trying to defend myself. "I wasn't ignoring you."

"Really? Then tell me, Dan, repeat the core principles," he challenged, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and superiority.

I stuttered, struggling to recall the words I had dismissed so many times before. "Um... discipline..."

"Good," he grunted, clearly satisfied with my answer. "You must be disciplined, Dan. A boy doesnt grow a body like that by just reading books and playing video games."

I glanced down at my imposing figure, standing at a towering 6'2, and a strange sense of pride welled up within me. The sight of my bulging muscles straining against the fabric of my tight, small shirt gave me a misplaced feeling of accomplishment. However, a nagging sensation tugged at the back of my mind. Why was I wearing such a small shirt? This must be, what, an extra small? Dude, I should know that I don’t fit in anything smaller than a large. This tiny shirt hugging my built body makes it look like i’m wearing a crop top!

"What's the second principle, Dan?" the coach pressed on.

"Uh..." I hesitated, my mind drawing a blank. "I don't remember, coach."

"Of course you don't," he snickered, relishing in my momentary lapse. "You know what, that second principle might as well be 'dumbness' to match your IQ."

Defensively, I tried to reassure myself. "Sure, I've never been the smartest, but I'm not dumb, right? 80 IQ is a pretty big number, if you ask me."

The class snickers at me.

"It's dedication, Danny," the coach corrected me, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Oh right, Mr. Broski. I forgot about that one," I laughed in a bovine manner. 

"Yes, Danny. You forget a lot of things," the coach taunted, as the class burst out laughing. The weight of my confusion grew heavier as the coach continued to test my knowledge. My mind drew a blank once again when he asked for the third and final principle.

"It's the most important one," he emphasized, his voice dripping with disappointment. My response was no more than a bovine drone, "Um..."

"'Um' is not an answer. What is wrong with you? Is that big cock of yours sapping taking all the blood from your brain? Can you not think?" The coach's words pierced through my confusion, leaving me feeling utterly lost and foolish. I could do nothing more than brazenly slip my massive hand under my boxers and itch my hairy bush. 

"No, I can, dude. I swear... Wasn't I so good at the whole thinking thing earlier?" I tried to defend myself, desperately clinging to a memory which almost felt false. 

The class erupted in laughter once again. Why are people laughing? Am I missing something?

The coach rolled his eyes, clearly unamused. "Oh, you're funny now too," he scoffed. "It's obedience. I'm surprised you forgot that, considering how good you are at it."

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what's come over me today," I muttered, looking at the coach as if he were some deity. 

I looked down in shame but was taken aback by the two massive slabs of meat blocking my view of the ground. "Ar... Are my pecs normally this big?"

Confusion washed over me like a tidal wave as my gaze fell upon the coach. His voice took on a harsher tone, filled with heightened disappointment. "You think you're so smart, don't ya, Danny? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but you're as dumb as a bag of rocks. Without my guidance, you'd be going nowhere in life."

The coach's hand landed on my head, delivering a series of painful smacks that served as a cruel reminder of my supposed stupidity. His chuckles resonated in the air, relishing in my transformation. As I recover from his smacks, I realise the hall is filled with an audience surrounding a blue wrestling mat in the middle of the room. 

As the harsh reality sank in, my arrogant facade crumbled, replaced by a deep sense of regret. In that moment, I finally grasped the importance of discipline, dedication, and obedience that the coach had been tirelessly emphasizing. He pushed me toward the wrestling mat, his words echoing in my ears, "Give 'em hell, Danny!"

Looking down, I noticed the wrestling singlet clinging tightly to my newfound muscular frame. The pungent odor assaulted my senses, reminding me of my neglect in washing it. How could I have let it go unwashed for two whole years? Sweat stains were embedded into the fabric, particularly along my fat ass crack.

The next thing I knew, I found myself on top of my opponent, my fat cock pressed against his tight ass, I could feel his muffled voice begging me to make the stench stop. I try to stop to help the boy but all I could do is let out a dumb chuckle and let out a 

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Life-Changing Massage

“Take off your clothes and lie down on the massage table. I’ll be with you in one moment”

“Take off my clothes? You’re not gay, are you?” Danny nervously laughed unbuttoning his shirt.

The masseur rolled his eyes at Danny’s comment.

“No... but you will be” the masseur muttered to himself.

“What?” Danny questioned. “I didn’t hear you”

“Oh nothing, sir. Just lie down and let me get to work.” the masseur smirked deviously.

“You’d be shocked at what these fingers can do. They’re... life changing”

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Danny lay down on the massage table with only a small towel covering his private parts. The masseur began slowly working his hands over Danny’s slender frame.

Danny tried to relax. He wanted to just let go. But he couldn’t help but worry. If any of his bros heard that he was getting a massage from a dude, he would be the butt of jokes for years to come. Danny would rather be known as anything other than gay.

As the masseur lay his hands on Danny’s skin, Danny felt a warm rush flow through his body. It was as if the masseur’s fingertips were sending waves of warm pleasure through Danny’s slender body. The pleasure shot through Danny’s body until...

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh” A long orgasmic moan escaped through Danny’s lips.

“Now, let’s start the real massage” the masseur smirked.

“Wait... this is too gay. I have to leav- OHHHH” Danny was cut off by the sensation of soft lips sucking his nipple.

Danny looked down to see the masseur tenderly sucking on his sensitive nipple. A hot intense pleasure began to formulate around his chest. An orgasmic throbbing pleasure. So intense. So intoxicating. Danny couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. It was too much to handle. The intense tingling orgasmic pleasure began to target his pecs, making them feel heavier. It was almost as if his pecs were... growing.

Danny’s pleasure-filled pecs began to grow bigger. With each suck on his nipple, his pecs grew rounder. His once lean pecs were now soft and perky muscle tits. His nipples fattened, they looked like they were begging to be sucked. The pleasure only grew in Danny’s pecs as his moans grew louder and more intense. But the masseur wouldn’t stop. He kept sucking.

Danny’s once nonexistent pecs were now massive. So big and fat. Danny’s chest looked like it was just begging to be titty fucked. His meaty pecs yearned to have a man blow his thick potent alpha load on them. It’s what they were designed for.

Deep down Danny was scared. How was this man causing him so much pleasure? This man was making him feel more pleasure than any woman ever had. Was Danny... gay? No, he couldn’t have been. Danny had never even thought of men sexually before now. He had never even thought of their... big hard cocks between his juicy tits. He had never fantasised about sucking big fat cocks or... shoving dildos up his ass. But now, just the thought of it makes his cock twitch.

“You may lie face down now” the masseur commanded

Danny’s body obediently flipped itself over. Danny now lay on his new juicy pecs. Danny let out a moan as his big sensitive nipples brushed off the massage table.

“Now. Let’s show everyone how fertile you really are”

The masseur then lay his magical hands on Danny’s flat bottom. The fear set in. Danny knew what was coming. But what scared Danny even more was... he was excited for it.

Pleasure filled Danny’s flat bottom as it inflated in size. Growing big and round. His ass grew rounder and softer. His hips widened to accommodate for his new gargantuan sized booty. It grew bigger and bigger until it was bigger than any ass he’d ever seen. His once flat bottom was now a fat fuckable booty.

As the pleasure subsided, Danny’s rational mind resurfaced. Danny knew he had to escape. He threw himself off the massage table and onto the floor. His big ass and juicy pecs jiggled hypnotically as he hit the floor.

“That’s it, dumbslut. Shake that fertile ass”

The masseur picked up the himbo and lay him back down on the massage table. Before Danny could resist, the masseur ran his fingers over Danny’s face.

“Let’s massage that face of yours, shall we?”

The heated pleasure filled Danny’s face. His lips began plumping up, becoming the most fuckable dick sucking lips anyone had ever seen. Danny’s face became more angular. His jaw sharpened. Facial hair began sprouting on his young 19 year old face. A big thick mustache formed above his big lips. The hair spread further down his body covering his perky tits and defined six pack in a pelt of hair. His body began beefing up. His biceps grew bigger and his shoulders broadened.

He looked like the most fuckable muscle stud.

“I think we’re done here.” the masseur smugly grinned.

Danny stepped off the massage table and put his two massive feet on the ground. Danny stared at his insanely fuckable body in the mirror.

“What did you do to me?!” Danny exclaimed through his pouty lips. “Change me back! I’m begging you!”

“Change you back?” the masseur questioned. “What’re you talking about? You’ve always been like this.”

Danny’s head began aching. The words of the masseur buried themselves deep inside Danny’s mind.

“What? No... no, I haven’t”

“Yes, you have. You’ve always been a big, gay, dumb, balloon titted himbo.” The masseur pulled on Danny’s sensitive nipple, eliciting a soft moan from Danny’s big lips.

There was a long silence. Danny’s identity slowly faded away, becoming nothing more than drool inside his big dumb mouth. Danny’s face became so vacant. So dumb. His jaw hanged open as he began breathing only through his mouth. He looked so empty and relaxed. The more IQ he lost, the more drool formed in his mouth. He got dumber and dumber until his personality, his heterosexuality and all his memories leaked out of his mouth and fell onto the wooden floor, creating a big puddle of drool.

“So Danny, I think we’re done here. How was that?” The masseur looked at Danny smugly.

Danny’s face lit up as he giggled dumbly. His big tits and fat ass jiggled.

“That was, like, so totally fucking awesome hehe”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Danny.”

“Next time you should, like, totally fuck my big bubble butt, hehehe”

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And so, the homophobe lived out the rest of his life as a dumb gay balloon titted himbo. The slut can’t go an hour without fingering himself, shoving a dildo up his ass or getting ravenously fucked by sexy daddies on Grindr.

Danny has become a regular at the spa, getting at least two massages every week. However, the masseur only likes to focus on massaging one specific part of Danny’s body.

His prostate.

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Becoming What You Hate

By: abstractvanity32

Mallory was annoyed, she wanted to get back at the jocks that were making her boyfriend’s life a living hell. She wanted to take revenge, and she found a formula that would make those jocks taste their own medicine. The formula was in another language, and she didn’t really know how it worked. 

Mallory tried to translate the wordings, as she thought it said she needed something from the jocks. She had a pair of shorts she snatched from one of them and poured the liquid on it. As she did it, the liquid splashed onto her. Mallory still had no idea what this was gonna do. 

Mallory felt a stinging from the spot that got on her. Her body began to cramp, as her hands got larger and her fingers began to bulge. Mallory’s eyes widened, as she saw the veins from her hands down to her biceps bulging. Her breathing got heavier, as her arms and legs began to get longer. 

Mallory’s body was growing and expanding at a rapid rate. Muscle began to swell and bulk. Mallory’s hair began to darken and recede into her head, as her breasts shrank and began to firm. Her frame was broadening and growing. 

His biceps began to bulge, as it spread down to his forearms. “Holy shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen” Mallory said, as his feet began to grow and expand. His socks began to rip apart, as he had to adjust his stance from his larger feet. They continued to grow, as his legs and thighs hardened and thickened. 

“This is right. I’m getting. So RIPPED” Mallory said, as his voice suddenly dropped. He began to flex his massive arms, as he was becoming what he hated. His clothing was ripping apart, as his toned torso was revealed. “Fuck yeah” he said rubbing his firm pec, as his nipples got smaller. 

His body was now harder and firm, as his ass began to follow. He grunted, and thrusted, as his new manhood grew and formed between his legs. His features began to harden and change. His browline thickened, as his nose got larger. 

Demetrios howled, as his body finished increasing in size. He was in his complete glory, as he admired his body. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing there, but he had a strong urge to drink and fuck. 

A meek guy walked into the room to see Demetrios in his full glory. “What are you looking at fag?” He screamed, as the guy saw the destroyed clothes of his girlfriend Mallory.

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The Neighbor

By: iflicktheswitch

When my neighbor Mr. Stevens was killed in a horrible car accident I just wanted to do what I could to help his family.

He had a widow who worked long hours to put food on the table and a teenage son  called Evan. A short, shy, mousey kid who was often only seen following his mother round our neighborhood. But he was the man of the house now and so I made him start acting like one.

It certainly seemed to do the trick when overnight he grew by another foot and was suddenly packed with dense muscle. Trouble was, it soon began to backfire when all he became interested in was packing long hours in the gym, partying with older college boys and fucking hot chicks.

One night his mom walked in on him and a girl getting intimate on the sofa and you could hear the row about it from my house. Mostly Evan calling poor old Mrs Stevens all the names under the sun before he sped off in her car.

I wish there was a way to change him back but I fear the sweet, innocent kid I once knew is gone for good.

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Grinding Aspirations

By: van-oh-the-shimmering-ways

Charlie had scored it good, grindr was usually such a let down. He wasn’t classically or modernally handsome, he was, in his book, outta shape. The thing about humans, is that they all have some kind of attractive quality, it really is part of their DNA, procreation and all that nonsense. Nevertheless, welcome to the age of technology and impossible standards….

So you, on some level could probably put yourself in Charlie’s shoes. You probably have been told that you are cute, hot, {insert adjective here} but not believed it, because internally, you are not reflecting outward what you really feel.  Common psychology says that you have a shattered sense of self, you don’t see the beauty in your own eyes, because you are too pressed up against the mirror and all you see is faults. 

I’m no head shrinker, or am I? Anyway, the point is, Charlie needed a bit of confidence, needed to get out of his own head, needed to get laid and actually find someone who would love him and listen to him. Charlie needed someone to be present for him, and embrace him. Normally, I would say see a therapist, but Charlie wasn’t about to do that, so what’s the oh-god of desire to do? Fuck with his life a bit, I s’pose. 

Bell Notification noise:

AspiringImpulse: Hey you, what you up to?

CDiff89: Hey, um nothing, just at home playing video games

AspiringImpulse: Ah, sounds like a fun night, what u doing on the good ole grindr?

Cdiff89: Just looking I guess…

AspiringImpulse: *Unlocks pics*

Cdiff89: No Way is that really you?

AspiringImpulse: The mirror would say yes, lol

Cdiff89: Oh man, you are way too hot for me

AspiringImpulse: Awe, there is no such thing, tell me what are you feeling right now? Charlie…

Cdiff89: Horny, fucking hard, man

AspiringImpulse: Well, you wouldn’t wanna spoil the fun by touching that, would you?

Cdiff89: No…

Charlie was confused, he didn’t remember using his name, but the stranger somehow knew it.

AspiringImpulse: Would you like it if I came over, Charlie?

Cdiff89: uuuuh…(he struggled to type) yes….

AspiringImpulse was offline in an instant, Charlie was bummed, until he heard a knock at the door of his flat. 

“Hey studboy, glad you invited me over,” 

AspiringImpulse said, as Charlie stood there stunned, full erection.

“How, who, are you…” Charlie stammered.

“Does that really matter? If it is that important, you can call me Van.”

Van surveyed his prey, 5 foot 7, very white, sporadic body hair, unhappy with looks, feels out of shape…

“Charlie, Charlie, your Grindr stats don’t do you any justice,” Van Cooed. 

Van moved forward at Charlie, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. “It said you were a bear, but I guess you meant muscle bear, didn’t you?” Charlie could feel some of the fat he had gained, pulse and twitch. It gained some form, as his musculature became stronger, still soft around the edges. 

“Oh, baby, yeah, and your cock, what you said it was 5 inches? I think you measured wrong, that is at least 7.5, yeah”

Charlie’s erection strained and grew against his pants, against Van’s muscular leg. He just wanted to keep making out with Van forever, he didn’t care what happened. 

“I like how you said you were pretty smooth, I would call this moderate to very hairy, Charlie, you keep putting yourself down, man, but dude.” Van chided, as Charlie could feel his skin itching and perfect hairs pushed through his skin, swirling in perfect glory around his tender nipples. He felt his face itch with stubble, and his unruly mop, shorten and become perfectly kempt. 

“Charlie, it’s okay that you don’t like to read, I know you think it impresses guys to read, but the time you thought you would spend in books, really has paid off in the gym.” 

Charlie felt pleasure rush over his body again, as his muscles tightened and became leaner and more refined. Years spent in the gym, gave him a gorgeous insta-worthy body. But all the knowledge from the books he read, it felt like it was pulled straight out of his head, a dull headache was spreading around his eyes, over the crown, and back of his head. 

“Uh, fuck,” Charlie said, “What the hell, man”

“Charlie, you know light is faster than sound, or maybe you don’t. Either way, it is okay to not be that bright, you can still find the love of your life, even if you are on the slow side.” Van smirked, and continued to make out with the now muscular Charlie. 

IQ Points dropping like stones, once testing at 153, Charlie would soon see it dip to 140, then 130, the 125, 120, 115, and finally rest just below average, at 87. The fog thickened, as words he once knew were nowhere to be found. Math was an impossible game now, and what was history, shit…

“Good thing you got this gorgeous face to go with this gorgeous body, or you’d be in trouble, bro,” Van laughed.

“Hehehe, yeah, but I am pretty damn hot, bro,” Charles said

“So hot, good thing you like getting fucked, because you’ll have better prospects, Chuck.” 

CHuck’s hole twitched, “mmm you gonna fuck me brah?”

Van smiled a chesire grin, “Ready, Chad?”

Chad, once Charlie, laid back and was ready for a pounding of a lifetime.

“Now Chad, once I am done, Charlie will be no more, I’ll leave you as a nice barback at the gay club down the street, and I promise you will find the love of your life there, trust me. You’ll never have a bright thought again, but you will love to pound the iron, and have the iron pound you. It’s okay that you barely graduated high school, and only get by on your looks, I think you might even find happiness in your new life. What you give me in return, is anything that would have been for Charlie and he will have never existed, what do you think smart guy?”

“What the fuck brah, just fuck me already, “ Chad complained. 

With that, Van fucked Charlie right out of Chad, devoured the old in order to make the new Chad a reality.

———————————————————————————————-

Chad woke up with a killer migraine, thankfully he was off from the bar today, so he had time to give a little “self care.”

[papermoon357]

Kyle’s been at the resort for a week and has been loving it. He was worried about changing too much, becoming another self obsessed, cocky, himbo, but day by day he’s seen his body grow, has felt himself getting hotter and more confident. He was always so shy and timid before, but now there’s a thrill when he feels others eyes scanning his body, thirsting for him, he can’t help but show off a little. Besides he’s worked hard to be this hot, or at least days in the gym and smirking in the mirror is quickly becoming the life he remembers. Question is- how long does he stay? He can leave anytime but the longer he’s there the bigger and cockier he becomes. Cravings to fuck and lift are replacing all other thoughts in his head. But it’s too late now to leave, now that he’s getting this fucking hot. Why not stay another few days?

2 weeks later:

[jockbender]

A Fine Bromance

“Listen Charles,” said Timothy as he and his friend Charles stood in front of the mirror in the locker room.  “We might have created the perfect jock bodies for ourselves but you said yourself, we don’t know how to act the part.  It’ll be easy to fix with the app and we can always change back if we don’t like it.  Look, all I have to do is tap this button, I can apply the ‘Bro’ personality to myself… just… like… so!”

As soon as he pressed the button, Timothy shuddered slightly and rolled his neck, shrugging his heavy shoulders before a dopey, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“Whoa, dude, that’s a fuckin’ trip!” Timothy brayed loudly in a deep, bovine voice with more than a hint of a Jersey Shore accent.  “Check it out, I’m a total fuckin’ bro now!  Fuck I even know about sports and how to get laid and shit.  Brah, you totally have to try this!”

“Wait Timothy, stop – I don’t want to be a…” But before Charles could do anything, Timothy hit the button on Charles’ profile and his protestations and concerned look of fear were replaced by a look of confusion followed by a cocky grin from his friend.

“What the fuck bro!”  Charles shouted before the look of surprise on his face settled into an easy smirk as he shook out his muscular arms and hit a front double biceps pose in the mirror.  “This is totally sick, check out what I can do with these guns now man.”

“Pretty awesome right?” Agreed Timothy, who was by now adjusting his junk and pulling his shorts up to inspect the striation in his quads as he preened himself in the mirror.

“But I think a bod this rockin’ needs some ink.” Timothy continued, now tapping on a series of new menus as Charles looked on approvingly.

Hitting the submit button, Charles and Timothy gazed in awe as a full sleeve of tattoos bloomed on Timothy’s left arm before spreading across his chest to be followed by a smaller tattoo of cursive script on his chiselled adonis belt.

“Fuckin’ A! Check out this ink man!  If this doesn’t get me some cock tonight my name ain’t Travis.”

“What the fuck bro, since when are you into cock?  And your name’s not Travis, it’s, um…”  Charles ended weakly, a confused, perplexed look on his face.  “Fuck!  I can’t remember what your name was before.”

“Ah quit bitchin’ Clyde, you think too much.” ‘Travis’ said irritably, tapping again on his phone and inspecting the tent that began to appear in ‘Clyde’s’ trunks.

“Listen bro,” continued Clyde, ignoring Travis’ continued taps, rubbing his rock hard cock as he began to feel increasingly distracted.  “I don’t think this app’s safe. It’s changing shit without us noticing and…”

Travis cut him off abruptly.  “Who care’s if it’s changing shit?  We’ve got hot new bods and I can see my new ink’s getting you horned up.” he said swatting Clyde’s throbbing boner playfully.  “How about you quit whining like some dumbass bimbo, be a real bro and show me what you can do with those sweet DSLs of yours?.”

Any lingering doubts rapidly fading, Clyde grinned, licked his lips and slipped his hand down the front of Travis’ shorts, wrapping his fingers around his bro-friend’s firm, warm rod and pulling him in the direction of the sauna.

[marcoh1234]

Professor 

By: the-craftsman

Professor Davies was one of the most renowned minds of his time, from valedictorian to successful author, he moved around from campus to campus, college to college, in order to share his knowledge with young and hopeful minds. Most of the time this worked, sometimes he got people like Bryce, Bryce was the most popular kid on campus, and also a notable disruption or absence from most of his lectures. 

The jock with his gang of guys simply mentioned how he “didn’t care” about Professor Davies and apparently couldn’t wait for him to go back to Harvard at the end of the term. It was the final day when Professor Davies felt himself take a deep breath and walk into the lecture hall, the speech was going to be optional regardless but he just wanted to send his students a clear goodbye, and he was surprised to see a cluster of blue outfitted muscular men spread around the hall, Bryce and the others had decided to attend.

“Good morning class,” smiled Professor Davies as he took a sip from a cup of coffee he had made in the staff room just close by, the taste was bitter, more bitter than it should’ve been and he resisted the urge to flinch at the taste as his smile grew wider. “Today as you all understand, I will be leaving, many of you have been a great asset to this class with your honest tho-” 

The professor flinched, blinking as his voice died down, some of the students blinking as Bryce only smiled. Why couldn’t he say it? What word was he thinking of again? His mind slurred for a moment as the Professor looked down. He realised he was gaining weight, but not this much, not so much he started to feel tight in his clothing and even gasped as he felt his boxers filling out as if his cock was growing more erect. He slowly walked behind his desk and chair, gripping it tight. “T-Thoughts! Sorry my brain isn’t on today.” The Professor laughed exchanging some smiles among the crowd, as he started to glance around. His vision almost seemed to start to blur, odd as he was sure he had his contact lenses on.

“Anyway…your th-thoughts have been a great assi- assi- help to this term and I apprec- like it,” Professor Davies felt dazed and confused, almost mumbling some of his words as he felt as if his vocabulary was starting to shrink, just like his clothing. 

Even now as he felt a small tear at his chest, revealing a small slither of his muscle, his sudden bulging pec. Fuck yeah! He wanted to flex it! But he stopped himself, looking up at the class as he could see some worried frowns, even now as one of his buttons popped and started to give way to his chest hair, that slowly started to look more brown and full than grey. “If you excuse me, cl-ass.” 

Professor Davies started to quickly walk away, rubbing his brow as an intoxicating scent started to fill the room, and one glance at Bryce he walked by, he could see the smirk and now that somehow, it was coming from him, him and the other jocks around that glanced down, smiling back at him.

In the bathroom he quickly closed the door behind him, glancing at the mirror as he started to tear his shirt down slightly to get a better look, his growing hands tore through the shirt, letting buttons scatter to the floor and reveal his sweaty body, his pecs growing finer and larger with every moment and he loved it. He wanted to lick them, grope, them, he almost started flexing them in the mirror.

No!




He had to pay attention, focus, his breathing grew heavy and laboured as he felt both hands clutching the sink, just as more of his shirt tore away, the sleeves gave way for his biceps, throbbing like a heartbeat.  They continued to grow in mass and muscularity, watching ridges start to appear in the biceps as he looked at them, almost bordering on flexing as he watched the ridges grow whenever he moved his arms. His entire upper torso was different, brown hair replacing the grey hairs on his chest as his abs pushed out further and further, popping into existence one by one as he saw that he hadn’t been growing fatter, he had been gaining muscle, his body growing thicker.

It was when the doors swung open behind him, that Professor Davies spun on his heel to see Bryce, smiling and still in his letter jacket as he glanced the professor up and down.

“Are you okay, professor?” asked Bryce, not even pretending to be shocked at all by what was going on, but instead Professor Davies could sense a hint of arousal, and sniffing the air he could tell where the musk was coming from, making him sweat more and for his cock to press up against his pants.

“Yes, B-Bryce I’m fine, just go back to class please,” stuttered Professor Davies, even now in his dumbing mind, he could feel that Bryce knew something, watching in the mirror as he saw his wrinkles start to disappear, Bryce was in the back smiling.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that…sir,” Bryce warned.

Professor Davies felt himself moan at that title, being called sir did something to him  as suddenly he saw his hands automatically start to stroke his cock through his pants, not stopping even when they began to slowly leak pre-cum, dribbling down his legs and going to only speed up the process of his thighs suddenly filling out his pants, his shorter yet tighter pants that looked less formal and more sporty by the moment. His thighs continued to grow, becoming muscular and thick as Professor Davies glanced at Bryce.

“What are you…” The professor started.

“You like it when I call you, sir, don’t you?” teased Bryce. “Maybe it’s that jock juice I put in your coffee bro.” Bryce stepped forward, his musk only setting Professor Davies off more and more, finding it hard to think as he realised he left his phone back on his desk. His shoes now started to burst open at the seams as his feet grew longer, becoming lengthier as his pecs started to flex and his cock continued to throb.

“Bryce…stop this,” Professor Davies warned as he could barely stand, leaning back on the sink, a hand still teasing his cock through his pants. “You can’t do this…”

“Can’t do sir, not after me in your class. But hey at least you’re gonna be a great Coach,” said Bryce as he stepped forward. “I’ll help you get along, sir.” 

“No! Bryce-” The Professor moaned as Bryce immediately started to lick and nip at the professor’s nipple, enjoying the sprinkles of hair starting to grow on the Professor’s chest as a result, continuing to lick and lap at his muscles, worshipping them as Professor Davies couldn’t resist, holding Bryce’s head in place as Bryce stroked at the professor’s cock through his new sport pants. 

This was so wrong but it felt right, the Professor unable to stop as he felt his jawline sharpening, his own wrinkles faded away as he was growing younger, stronger, burlier, and almost unrecognisable not that he even knew what word needed anymore.

He was dumb…so dumb, and just as he felt Bryce’s tongue lick across his nipple once more, he felt himself cum, moaning out loud before Bryce kissed Coach Davies, new memories of his days in sport and taking care of his team in whatever way he could sparking in his small brain as he forget everything about lectures, and books, only caring about jocks and sports. It was after he felt the next spurt of cum escape his cock, he finally felt Bryce walk away, as the Professor started to dry off.

“Are you coming coach, you said we had practice in five?” asked Bryce.

Coach Davies simply gave a smile, and started walking out with the best member of his team, now one of the dumbest minds of his time, with just one of the best bodies.

[marcoh1234]

The Flash 

By: the-craftsman

“Nighty night Flash…”

“No…Stop…”

Barry moaned slightly as the villain’s odd eyes flashed, rings spreading from the iris and causing his vision to blur as he felt like his mind was sinking away into nothingness. 

His tried to resist, to somehow get way were fading away to a blank stillness, as a few words continued whispering in his mind. It was like something was being embedded into his mind but he just couldn’t focus, couldn’t focus on anything at all, and so he just found his eyes beginning to lull shut.

“P-Please…”

“Just sleep Flash…don’t worry, Grodd has some great plans for you… “

That was the last thing Barry could decipher before his vision was finally clouded by darkness and his mind fell into a deep and inescapable trance as slumber came over him.

“Nighty night…”

Barry suddenly woke up with a start, looking around as he realised that he was in bed, his alarm ringing and he was back in his apartment for the time being. Was everything just a dream? Everything seemed normal but slightly ragged as if someone stumbled here on a drunk night, or Barry thought, someone came in here to place him back in his home. 

But why? Whoever it was had him in their clutches, why bring him back here? And what did Grodd have to do with anything?

With far too many questions and no answers in sight of mind, Barry got up but suddenly stopped as he looked down to notice how much hairier his legs were. He was only wearing a vest and boxers but there was an itching sensation definitely not coming from his own clothes and spreading everywhere as he acknowledged the extra body hair that he usually kept shaved.

“What the hell is that?” muttered Barry, grabbing the nearby mirror on the nightstand and looking at his face, noticing the sudden beard and mirror that had grown literally overnight. “How is this possible?” It was an odd question for Barry to be asking out loud of all things but he continued scratching at his facial hair before he noticed something. He was the source of that smell. He was extremely musky and even some of his chest looked like it had been sweating overnight. “I better go shower and forget about this whole.” 

Barry stumbled over to his bathroom, ignoring how much heavier he felt as he undressed. Was he sure that he didn’t actually end up getting drunk last night? It would definitely explain a lot. But as he headed to the bathroom, trying his best not to admire his new hair, he immediately got to work by shaving it all off, trying to ignore his own smell too as he finally shaved his beard and most of his body hair. 

He turned on the shower and already Barry began to feel strange as he checked the water with his hand and continued to feel heavier. It was almost as if his body was just not adjusted for standing on two legs. He almost wanted to droop down as he barely noticed his biceps beginning to grow slightly and how much more hunched over he became as he continued checking the water, before finally deciding to step into the shower. 

“Just need to get clean.”

Barry began rubbing the bar of soap against his legs, ignoring how he never even remembered having it in his bathroom. As if automated he just ignored his worriment and his body automatically continued rubbing it against his thighs. 

Almost instantly Barry grunted as he began to feel a sudden striking pain in his leg that quickly faded as he saw his leg beginning to grow. His thigh began to thicken, widening to the point that the slivers of musculature that could be seen were now well defined and his leg almost grew heavier, suddenly landing down into the shower and planting itself there as if rooted down.

“What the hell is this?” Barry tried to grab at his thigh for just a moment, especially as he saw that his foot was beginning to lengthen, crawling against the floor and though his toes were perhaps an inch or so from the drain, by the time his foot had finished pushing forward, they were now covering it.

He heard the snap of fingers in his mind and Barry stopped, eyes suddenly falling blank as his body automatically rubbed the bar of soap against his other leg and watched as it grew too, his thighs thickening with muscle to match his other leg and even all the blemishes and cuts from his skin faded away into nothingness. 

Soon great bits of hair began to grow over his just shaved legs and as Barry struggled to move or do anything else, he saw his own arm reaching up with the same bar of soap, the whispering in his mind getting louder and louder.

No! Stop! Why can’t I move?

“Barry must obey…” The superhero said in a dull monotone, eyes glazed over as he continued trembling, trying to think of some clever way out of this. But he couldn’t.

Only now noticing that the bar of soap smelled even muskier than himself, he moved it closer to his underarm, allowing it to waft under his nose for just a moment and he realised that it smelled exactly like Grodd.

No! Must stop!

Barry rubbed the soap underarm and watched as something similar occured, his own biceps beginning to suddenly appear as if he spent all his time saving people in the gym, and smelling more like he had just come from there. His skin almost creaked, the muscles stretching with a thickness that almost resembled leather, like everything about his own body was just so inorganic at that very moment. His head swam with both pleasure and fear as his own arms expanded with musculature and growth, the same muscle definition as his legs coming to meet them and the same heaviness too.

Come on Barry…You have to focus…

As if sensing this in some sort of premonition, his one muscular bicep flexed and caused him to feel the tightness of the muscle, the great feeling of sucking in air to hold in the flexed position and watching that definition of his muscles just grow that much deeper, even if temporary.

Arm…so big…need more..

Barry’s thoughts were slowing down as he rubbed the soap against his other arm allowing it to grow too. Both of his hand appeared just slightly too large for his own arms, causing him to hunched down whenever he wasn’t constantly focused on standing up straight as the fingertips stretched out. His pits now were the first to see the growth of hair, with only some hair sprinkling his chest but being more than enough to let the brainwashing and pleasure teasing musk be right under his nose constantly.

With his hands now changed, the fingers clumsily wrapped around the shower handle, switching it off but taking just a couple seconds too long to figure out how. Barry could feel that with his own thoughts slowing down, his intellect was draining as he was becoming more primal, more devolved, even finding himself unable to remember his name, just thinking of himself as me.

Need…stop…

Cant…

Barry stepped out of the shower, dropping the bar of soap and instead picking up a can of deodorant that he definitely didn’t remember. He couldn’t tell if it was for the fact he could barely think anymore as his body constantly flexed his biceps as if to further wipe out his intellect and remind him of the muscley man he was now, or if it was another part of Master Grodd’s plans.

Wait…Master?

Barry didn’t think too much about it. He didn’t think too much about anything as he wrapped a towel around himself and his dripping crotch, feeling it throb simultaneously whilst his muscles flexed and he sprayed himself. Instead of being clean, it was just as musky as ever, and Barry saw his lean body become something more like Oliver Queen.

His muscles grew larger, the chest shifting and allowing the development of two well crafted pecs to grace his upper chest. All while his already impressive lower chest was now even more so, as his abs followed in pursuit of great growth and appealing musculature. His abs were now a carved out six pack, skin sinking and some sapping away to further highlight the muscles. His back stretched out as it widened, growing slightly and causing Barry to appear taller than he already was and with his muscled body, far more domineering.

Me can’t stop…

Barry accepted it as fact as he started to see his own nose sniff at the musk and beginning to widen, being the first feature of his face to be affected as it continued to shift. His face widened to accommodate his thicker neck giving way to a deeper and almost inhuman voice of slurred speech as a sprinkle of hair grew on his chiselled jaw. 

The cheekbones of the former hero turned dumb devolved jock changed, growing slightly further apart and lower on his face. All the while his brow became more prominent, enough to notice, but not to look too inhuman as his eyebrows curved inwards and his eyes darkened, as if losing that spark of intellect and wonder. As Barry’s ears widened and became more prominent, he heard a knock at the door just as his towel fell away.

He lumbered over towards the door as the last drifting memories of Barry Allen recognised the man as Ralph, a member of his little Flash team.

“Barry? Where is Barry? Who the hell are you?” asked the man, though the words took a little longer to understand.

“Me Barry, Master Grodd’s now,” said Barry in his new deep and slower voice.

He flexed one last time to show the absolute power and greatness his new master bestowed upon him. Being dumb and muscular was great, the musk was great, and soon he could see his little visitor agreeing as the musk began to cause the hairs on their face to start thickening into a beard. Barry’s cock was still rock hard and dripping, begging to fill a hole and have someone new to please himself and further please his new master.

[marcoh1234]

The Jacuzzi

By: YoungHunk69

Jordan and I were the hottest guys on the block, and everyone knew it. We were best bros, and there was no disguising it. We went everywhere together, did everything together, and even wore matching outfits sometimes.

We were both on the swim team, and Jordan even had a pool in his backyard. But the one thing we really wanted more than anything was a jacuzzi. So when we heard the neighbors had installed one only two doors down, we had to try it.

”Hey!” Jordan said, “I just got the greatest idea! What if we snuck into the neighbor’s backyard tonight and try out their jacuzzi? I heard they’re gonna be out of town!”

”Fuck yeah bro!” I agreed excitedly. “Let’s do it!” 

Later that night, we silently climbed the neighbor’s fence and crept stealthily over to the jacuzzi. I turned it on with the flick of a switch, and turned the setting to “Extra Hot”

Jordan and I stripped down to our speedos, and slid into the steaming hot water.

“Ahhhhhhh…” I groaned in satisfaction, feeling the hot bubbles popping against my skin.

”Fuuuucccccckkk…” echoed Jordan, his face contorted in pleasure.

“Hey, bro,” I said, feeling a slight tingle all over my body, “do you feel weird, or is it just me?”

“Wait yeah…” Jordan replied uneasily, “I feel a little weird too.” He grunted quietly. “But it feels kinda… good.”

”Yeahhhh…” I grunted, shifting my weight in the steaming water.

“Your voice, bro,” Jordan added, “it sounds… deeper…” 

“Ughhh…” I moaned, “yours too…”

Jordan’s face looked hotter. Fuck. When did he start looking like such a kissable guy? 

“Broooo… your face…” Jordan grunted. “You look so handsome…”

“You too…” I said, gazing in his piercing blue eyes. His chin was chiseled and a beard that I’d never seen before was blossoming from it.

The hot water pushed up tightly against me, and I had the strangest sensation that it was starting to fill up my body. Everything felt heavier and loftier, and it took effort just to shift my arms.

Jordan’s shoulders seemed a whole lot broader, and his traps seemed to be rising up his expanding neck.

“Damn bro…” said Jordan with a smile, “you look like a fucking supermodel…”

“Well you look like a fucking quarterback…” I said back slowly, my eyes fixed on his pecs, which I hadn’t noticed being so full and round before. His nipples were poking out of them like party hats. I kinda wanted to play with them a little.

Our knees were touching, which I’m pretty sure they weren’t doing when we first got in. I moved my hand under the water onto his leg, feeling how thick and muscular it was, tracing the toned bumps up to his waist.

Suddenly I felt Jordan’s hand on my waist, and we began to mirror each other, moving our hands over each other’s toned, shredded abs.

“Broooo…” I moaned, “your body is so fucking hot…” I felt his muscles stretching and tightening with my hand, his skin bulging out to accommodate the muscle that was growing underneath it. 

“Fuckkkk bro…” Jordan said, “I think you’re growing…” His hand reached my nipple and began to knead it gently in his fingers. 

“Bro… that feels so fucking good…” I groaned, and I started to play with his big hard muscle tits as well. The water seemed to keep filling us up, inflating us like water balloons of muscle.

I moved closer to Jordan, so that my huge muscle chest was pressed tightly up against his like the wrong puzzle pieces being forced together. Our bodies were expanding toward each other in an ecstasy of muscle. The closer we got, the more of him I could feel.

“Ahhhhhh…. Fuckkk!” I roared loudly as I felt his massive, elongating, thickening cock press against mine. Our speedos were ripped and floating on the surface.

”Your cock…” Jordan bellowed in a rich bass voice, “it’s fucking enormous… You’re so hung, bro…” I felt his already huge hand struggling to fit around the girth of my monster cock.

“Holy shit, bro…” I said, trying to grapple my hand around Jordan’s cock, “your fucking cock is gigantic!” 

We took turns sucking each other off, the cocks still elongating and expanding in our mouths. 

Our muscles pressed against each other, flesh straining against flesh, vein popping against vein. The hot and steamy water kept our blood pumping, and we hoped our muscles would never stop growing.