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The Principal’s Solution
(Original story posted June 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated
When Mr David Everett was called into the Principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting.
“You’re firing me!?” David bellowed.
“David, that’s not what I’m-” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.
“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.
Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me!” Principal Bryant shouted above David’s tangent. “You are not fired. If you’d simply let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”
David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.
“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed, shifting a little in his chair. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now. Now with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be down to only two proper gym teachers. Miss LeGrande and Mr Price. Without someone to help them, they’re going to be stretched pretty thin. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Physical Education department. Permanently.”
“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Physical Education instead? “But sir? I’m not a Gym teacher? I teach English! I can’t just switch!”
“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”
David squinted over at Principal Bryant. He couldn’t believe that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this whole suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't even touched a football since I was a student. How do you expect me to just jump in starting teaching multiple classes??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Can’t you just hire someone else? Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this.”
Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David even further. Yet also slightly piquing his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department. Someone very dependable.”
Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a strange sense of whimsy that David found a bit unsettling. He seemed oddly excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. Principal Bryant flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that The Principal had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he just had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire behind his boss’ eyes, was unmistakable.
“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could even finish a sentence.
“Ah! here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop around to face the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.
Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift entrancing pace. Going round and round in a fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back down from behind the laptop to watch what was about to unfold.
After a few minutes of David staring wordlessly at the screen ahead of him, a voice began speaking to him through the video…
Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike are guaranteed to look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this exquisite experience.
The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.
Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?
David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice and nod along as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. It was as if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain. Pushing so far in that he could feel the gold and purple colours pulsing inside of his head.
Of course we’ve got to make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…
It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become an English teacher were yanked right out of his head. His knowledge of the subject was immediately set back to a much more basic level not becoming of an English teacher at all.
Perfect. And now to replace them with your proper ones.
One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference. He can remember it all so clearly. Clearer than most of his true memories.
Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. With that now out the way you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?
More and more memories pushed their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him joining a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He’d never been that keen on sports and yet now he looked back very fondly on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved almost all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening on most nights after work. Suddenly he couldn’t imagine for even a second why he’d thought that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!
Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these new mental changes began to take a very noticeable physical effect on David’s body as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away thanks to countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health. Even the suit David was wearing found itself fitting his body in a much more flattering way.
Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David. He wasn’t sure exactly how well this was going to work at first. He had faith of course but watching this second hand magic ensnare a man so easily was a sight to behold.
Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? It can’t all just be sport and cardio? No doubt you’re always lifting weights and downing protein shakes when you get the chance. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that too.
David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a sizable amount of his free time at the local gym so he could pump up his muscles. Once again it caused a ripple effect in the physical world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles bulged significantly, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants to their limits. His growing biceps threatened to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt and send them flying across the room. His thighs thickened into trunks of hard muscle while his ass ballooned until his pants looked as though they were painted on and ready to burst at the slightest movement.
Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.
That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of heightened manliness to that body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.
A shiver traveled across David’s entire form as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he’d once had began to increase many times over as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. It spread up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out from David’s collar, due to his constrictive suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair immediately after. He went from a 5 o’clock shadow to a thick full beard in moments! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was getting bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!
Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I bet a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.
“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping most of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.
Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.
I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?
David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a pair of trusty white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.
During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself stared down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.
The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showcasing a good portion of David’s strong manly legs as the black faded to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.
Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself back together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.
There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re practically ready for your position now. All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.
The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David grunted, cock twitching as more orders and memories pushed themselves into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.
Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?
David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.
Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.
With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.
“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.
David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.” He added before bouncing his pecs in the Principal’s face
Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now. And he should be completely subservient now according to that video. “Haha yeah… I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.
To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show the muscle bunching in a firm peak that was hard to look away from. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his furry pecs a little before bouncing them again as well. Showing just how thick and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had morphed into a jockstrap during the transformation! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.
“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question.
David walked around his boss’ desk and bent down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on!
“Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to reach out and give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.
“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.
“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.
David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his bearded lips around the shaft. He glanced up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of the Principal’s length down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed him down even further. Simply sucking on the impressive thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop and jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it yet again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating his boss’ cock as if it were made out of candy, his beard periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.
“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.
David didn’t waste a second standing up and pulling down his shorts. He briefly showed off the tent in his jockstrap before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick furry ass in all its glory. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased in that deep voice, waving his ass back and forth seductively.
Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between the two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.
The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry cheeks.
Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.
Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.
“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.
Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.
“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with your load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jockstrap. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.
Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls started to churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.
“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.
The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.
“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.
“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.
With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.
“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.
“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.
“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”
“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”
David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.
Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…
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Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason for wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant. It certainly worked a treat.
“Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subject's reality. The intensity of transformative magic was perfectly balanced. The subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving. And he wasn’t even aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself as he jotted down the results in a notepad.
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.
Jockified
“Uuu…..fuck…..this is some dope shit,”
“Damn right bro! How does it feel, huh?”
“Marvelous……like…..fuck my pecs are swollen! And this body lookin ridiculously big,”
“Well, that’s what happen if you mix some roided gym rat DNA with supreme bodybuilder, you get the size and symmetry all at once,”
“Hell yeah bro, I wonder, why do you do this to me? I mean, you can get all of this glory for yourself and instead you give it to me,”
Smirk creeped from Alex’s face
“Let’s just say that you are standing in my way to get that master degree scholarship,”
“What do you mean, bruh?” Lewis said, absent-mindedly flexing his swollen biceps
“You see, the serum will not only affect your physique, but also your mind. For example, 2y-4x = 16, what’s the value of y if x is 5?”
“The fuck are you talkin’ bout bruh?” asked Lewis, not giving a fuck to Alex question and still admiring his body
Alex smirked even more and then ruffled his roommate hair
“Good boy, keep being simple. Now, I’m going to go to the classroom while you stay here in the gym and crush these machine like a beast, bye Lewis!
"It's pretty obvious how badly you want me to fuck you, baby boi! Just come up to my room and let me show you how I make lil bitches like you into my slaves! By the time I'm done with you, you'll be addicted to my cocky attitude and my muscled-up fuckin body! I'm gonna fill you all the way up! Make you lick these abs and sweaty pits! You're fuckin mine! Hahaha!!"
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(First Pic by @texanstrong) Trevor might not have been the humblest dancer at the school, but he was the most talented. The dance academy he was attending was mostly for the rich, but he’d managed to get in on skill and talent, having been seen practicing at a park in town. However, because he was middle class, while the rest of the boys were quite well off, he tried too hard to stand out. Being cocky, arrogant, putting the other boys down when they’d make a minor mistake. One of the boys he targeted most was his rival, Kyle. Kyle was of equal talent, but came from the most powerful family in the city. Rich, spoiled, he was used to getting everything he wanted, and when Trevor would one up him, or steal the attention with some flashy show of skill or prowess, he would fume, sometimes even exploding into a signature rich boy tantrum. He vowed he’d get rid of Trevor, one way or another. His chance came one day while Trevor was practicing alone in the open studio. Twirling, jumping, going into hip crushing splits with ease, he wasn’t paying attention, the music too lout for him to hear the door open, and footsteps coming closer. Trevor Started to whirl around on his toes, lifting his leg up at a 90-degree angle to gain speed, when his foot collided with something solid and he went crashing down to the floor. He found Kyle, sputtering next to him, blood gushing from his face. His nose looked crooked, with a harsh bump in the bridge. Obviously Broken, Kyle was screaming, hurling threats, when the security guard on duty came running in. Kyle immediately found his opportunity! His demeaner changed instantly, from rage to painful, desperate plea. The guard asked what happened, and before Trevor had a chance to explain he accident, Kyle said that Trevor had roundhouse kicked him in the face, after he’d tried to help him with his balance. He told the guard Trevor flew into a rage, and broke his nose, telling him he was a pretty boy and needed to be taken down a notch. Of course the Guard, being employed by Kyles parents, believe the story. He called the police, restraining Trevor until they came to arrest him. He spent days in the county jail waiting for his court date, not being able to afford bail. His public defender was useless, and so, with all the money and power backing Kyle and his family, Trevor was sentenced to, “1 year – 175lbs” Neither His parents or Trevor knew what this meant. Only finding out when He’d been bussed out of town to a remote facility that looked like an old Military base, hauled inside, and met with the people who’d be running his life for a year.
He’d been shocked at first to see that all the other inmates were massive. The entire building reeked of stale locker room funk. They ranged in age from 18-25, but looked to be the size of a professional, and sometimes offseason lifetime bodybuilder. Some where shy, some more aggressive. Some seemed to change, their personality being warped by whatever was happening to them. Trevor would find out exactly what that something was. Given his uniform, He went through the orientation, they explained that, by the time he left, he’d be 300lbs. The weight the judge had sentenced him to finally made sense. He’d be turned into one of these massive muscle freaks! Losing his cool, he fought, screaming about his future dance career, how this was illegal and so on, until they sedated him, put him into his cell, and started the Hormone infusion. A cocktail of drugs designed to speed up growth, send his body into a second puberty of sorts, and coupled with his new routine, He’d grow into the hulking brute this facility specialized in. He had moments where he’d lose it, crying, or screaming at his instructors, he learned quickly not to, as the punishments were brutal, often life altering and permeant. His first, was a dose of something they called B-O 120. It was a set of shots given under the arms, and just above his cock. For days he had no idea what it’d do, but after a week, he realized its effect. He woke up one morning in a cold sweat, shivering, but noticed immediately the funk that filled his cell. He thought maybe one of the other boys had come in, they always seemed to stink. But realized with horror, it was him. He was sweating like a pig, and the musky scent was coming from his underarms, which, even more to his horror, were filled with a dense wiry bush of matted hair.
Another punishment had been less physical. A few months in, after he’d gained a considerable amount of bulk, he threatened the laundry attendant, because his clothes always came back with the deep pit stains he’d grown accustomed to. This got him a week of “classes” which was really him, sitting in a cold metal chair, staring at some stupid movie about behavior. However, he never really knew what the movie was about, always waking up yawning when the instructor slammed a ruler on his desk. The effects were slow, but soon he realized what they were doing.
The movie was changing his natural behavior. He was starting to walk differently, swaggering, swinging his arms heftily, and worse, scratching at himself unconsciously. A grope at his shorts, or a quick pit scratch, even a long scratch or pulling at his shirts where they’d crawl up his newly beefed up muscle butt. Worse, He vocabulary seemed to include more than his typical level of cursing. Nearly every sentence riddled with swearing, like the dumb meatheads he hated from school. Finally, the words Dude, Bro, Bruh, and so on became common, he knew it, heard it, and hated it, but he couldn’t stop. One final infraction, against another inmate, had sent him to the facility barber, who sat him in the chair, strapped him in, and lowered what looked to be a hair drier helmet down over his head. The barber himself never touched his head, but with a few buttons, the machine went to work. His head felt on fire, heat spread over his scalp, while tingling sharp pains shot over his skin like 1000 mosquito bites. The barber had to gag at one point as his yelps and shrieks of fear were getting too loud. An hour later, the helmet released, lifting off his head, to reveal a brutal new haircut, and his hair was a totally different color. No more classic dark wavy locks. Now, he had his hair in a brutish fauxhawk style, longer and floppy, and brightened into an orangey brown color. To his horror, he was told this was permeant. He’d be able to grow it out, but the color was his forever.
The year went on. He’d outgrown his uniforms like clockwork. Week after week, having to be issued new, larger sizes. The jockstraps and boxers they forced him to wear seemed to be the fastest to be replaced. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew his cock and balls were growing. He’d been average, not small, but now he had a salami and two large chicken eggs dangling between his thickly beefed thighs. He blushed every time he sat down, having to immediately go onto a lewd, “man spread” legs held wide to not crush his goods.
He smelled worse than some of the boys, obviously the result of his first punishment, and he was only allowed to shower at the end of each day. Having to go through classes, morning workout, the hard labor in the yard, more classes, another workout, and dinner before having 5 minutes to shower under the cold water and go to bed.
Finally, his year was nearly up. He’d gained all the weight he’d been sentenced to. The instructors had even followed the side notes in the court order to focus attention on his legs. He was massive. Bulky, his thighs as thick as a mid-sized tree trunk. His calved were like footballs. His torso was not spared though. HE was built bigger than most NFL players. Arms like ham hocks, hands calloused from all the lifting. His tshirt sleeves seem to always bunch up under his arms, soaked in reeking sweat. He was forced to lumber around, almost waddling from the sheer bulk of his body. He was eating like a starved man, easily consuming enough to easily feed a family of four. He was a brute. A big, smelly, brute. Although he hadn’t lost any of his intelligence, his personality and mind were his own, you’d never know it from the swearing, crude Bro-talk he’d been programmed with, and his ever-present lewd gestures of scratching at his mass. Groping his massive cock, adjusting his lemon sized balls. He was, on the outside, the epitome of what he hated most. A big, Dumb, Meathead.
A week before his release, he was brought to a room with an obvious one-way mirror. Told to stand still and left alone for 20 minutes. On the other side of the glass, Kyle, his accuser, was cackling at what had been done to his rival. There was no way he could dance, that talent scout was going to pick him now that the best dancer in the school had been bloated up into a monster. He was delighted, but his cruelty was ever growing. He gave Trevor a once over, head to toe, then smiled up at the Facility manager, handing him an envelope with cash, and a letter promising more funding from his family if his demands were met. “I think Trevor needs one more thing, just to make sure he can’t manage to learn to dance with that bulky body. Is it possible to make his feet, more, disproportionate? Bigger?” Kyle asked with malice. “Of course. We’ve got compounds and treatments that can do just about anything. This,” The manager waved the stack of cash, “should cover it.” Kyle shook the man’s hand and left, while Trevor was collected from the room and brought to the Facility treatment center. He was told to relax, as they strapped him onto a table, locking his legs in stirrups. He struggled just a little but was too afraid to misbehave. He asked questions, what was happening, why, but no one talked to him as a few of the treatment staff put an IV into his arm, and then started to strip his sneakers, socks, then started to rub and massage his already large size 17’s with a warm grey looking goop.
It took no time at all for him to feel the dull, aching pain he’d come accustomed to, as “growing pains” from his year of forced growth. His toes splayed, and he grunted, as the IV pumped the activator through his veins. The goop was soaking into his feet, his muscle, his bones, and was starting the near instant process. He felt his bones pop, then crack, screamed at the sudden sharp pains, but watched horrified as his feet grew, and grew. 18, 19, 20, 21, stopping, minutes later, at a whopping size 22 wide. The second side effect took only a few seconds to manifest. A sudden, musty, strong stink filled the room, as the goop soaked in and forced his feet to sweat profusely. He’d soon find that he’d be going through several pairs of socks per day, drenching them, and filling his sneakers with foot stench, no matter how clean he kept them. He cried, his deep voice bellowing dumbly as he wiggled his thick sausage toes now and knew for certain he’d never dance again.
It took the rest of the week for him to readjust to his massive new feet. They made him clumsy, oafish, and he knew if he ever tried to balance and spin on his toes, they’d snap under his immense bulk. They released him back to his parents, who cried and threatened to sue for what they’d done to their baby, but it was no sue. Trevor was shortly picked up by the local college, and had no choice to bot give up dancing, take the scholarship they offered, and play football as the big, bulky brute he is.
I’d pay to be trevor
Emmanuel Alvarez.
(via Home / X)
The bull growls as his handler does his weekly measurements. He’s hungry, and he hasn’t been milked yet today. In other words, he’s testy. But this is his time to be measured, and so the handler does his best to keep the beast tamed.
“Easy, big guy, easy. We’ll be done soon and then I’ll milk you personally, how’s that sound?”
The bull grunts.
“I’ll get you some burgers to chow down while I work, what about that?”
The bull thinks this through, then smiles. The handler relaxes.
Coach_quadriceps
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He made this AI edit of himself. So hot knowing he really wishes to look like this.
Coach always liked my mom. He asked me how to get her attention as he really liked her. We made this AI pic of him together and then he made it a reality by working out constantly. Once he was bigger and more muscular than this, I suggested to my mom that she should date him. Eventually we all moved in together, along with his son who was my age and liked me . I was nervous until I saw the boy: he was as big and strong as his dad. I was now surrounded by muscle!
@mfiction
john jewett gym posing
Alessandro and his man tits
Hunter Labrada.
THE definition of MASS MONSTER 🔥
“God, I’ve never had a pump like this in my life. I need you to feel these pecs so bad, bro. You’ll fucking love it.”🤤