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Harness of Confidence
The first time I enter the gay bar by myself I did not expected the bartender to give me such a big “uniform”. I told him that he gave me the wrong size but he insists that it is the right one. Of course when I put it on, it slides left and right as if it tries to escape the skinny smooth body. I feel very shy and self-conscious walking around holding onto my oversized harness and underwear. Everyone here is so fit in with their role and enjoying themselves. Of course, me looking like this attracts the attention of the meanest guy in the bar.
He was around 6’3 compared to my meek little 5’4 self. That man is nothing but pure manliness from head to toes. His muscles are sculpted perfectly and align with a slight forest of hair. His pecs swell against the harness tightly like it is about to snap the leather band. His underwear barely able to contain his thick throbbing cock cover with a layer of pubic hair. He shoves me down onto a couch and presses his big body on me. Of course, his weight crushes me and I cannot do anything to fight back.
“I think you got the wrong costume, twink,” the big man says as he pushes his pecs onto my face, nearly suffocating me, “enjoying how this big alpha is treating you?”
I tried to respond but my voice just muffled between his pecs. I guess he already knew how much he’s turning me on. My pathetic 2 inch cock barely makes any marks on this giant underwear I am wearing. However I can feel this big guy cock flying out of its container and pressing against my lean body. If I can estimate it should be around 7 to 8 inches long and with a girth wide enough to let me know how it would be inside me. Finally he let me go so I can gasp for some fresh air away from his musk.
“You’re a first timer,” the big muscle guy comments. “Even better. It is rare to meet someone new I can use.”
“Please be gentle,” I wheeze as my body got hot. I know that the situation is heated but my body feels like it’s on fire. I start to sweat more than usual.
“I get to decide here,” he shouts as he pulls my harness, almost taking it off, “but first I want my muscle to be worshiped. Hands on my pecs, bitch.”
With a single command, I cowardly put my hand on his hairy pecs and move around. He makes sure to flex and bounce his meaty chest. As I move around, I can feel them getting smoother and smoother. Strange I am sure he has a lot of chest hair. My body feels hotter like the place does not even turn on their AC. I feel rough, like my body just somehow grows thick, bushy hair. He is still sitting on me posing like a god.
I feel so horny. Is it from just worshiping? Am I this pathetic? My cock is raging and throbbing like it is about to bust. My hands are still kneading this guy's big chest while my cock is on fire.
“What the fuck?” The big guy yells as he turns his head around, “get the fuck off me, twink. Who do you think you are? I’m the top here.”
As he leans back I can feel a shock of pleasure. I moan out as my cock is enveloped by something warm and wet. I look and can see his cock start to get small. I must be dreaming but I can clearly see the once big majestic meat rod shrink and recede down my stomach. The big guy seems to get angry and grabs onto my shoulders to push away from me. Surprisingly, with my two twig arms, I pull him back with ease like he weight nothing.
“What the hell are you doing?” He screams, “get off me.”
His voice starts to get less commanding and more pitchy. Like I am no longer afraid of what he said and more inclined of what I should do. Thrusting my hip I can feel my cock inside his tight ass travel upward. It feels like my cock is somehow inflating inside his tight virgin ass. 5 inch, no it’s 7 inch now. Wait my cock grows out to be a full foot inside the man. My balls swell up with vitality and a forest of hair grow to cover them.
“Get off,” his moan is in such a high pitch it surprises us both, “please.”
His demeanour starts to change too. His pushes and gestures become less aggressive and more desperate. I feel like I need to double down and teach this guy his place. Leaning forward with my face onto his hairless pecs, I thrust more. I can feel the euphoric rush hitting me. It feels so good and it feels right. I feel strong and comfortable with this position. My body feels like it’s getting harder and stronger.
I can feel the guy’s pecs slowly pushing back onto his own body as it covers less and less of my face. The once cocky big alpha hunk’s body starts to collapse in on itself. His muscles shrink back until they are just average size. His square handsome jaws soften out and now he’s just an average looking guy. Not too skinny nor too built.
I, on the other hand, feel hotter and more itchy. My body sprouts even more hair and my face is lush with a big beard. My face feels weird as my jaw gets more angular and bigger. I grow taller as I meet the guy eye to eye then he is now the one pressing his face on my hairy chests. Of course, my chests start swelling up into two meaty balls, stretching my harness to its limit. When I flex my grown arms I can see that it is bigger than the head of the little man laying on my body. My shoulder widens as I can feel embrace on the tiny man getting more awkward of our size differences. I let out a moan which is so deep that would make my old self jealous and on the knee.
The tiny guy is shaking from shrinking down with my growing cock inside him. He both moans in pleasure and pain. His harness slipped off his average looking body.
“My muscles,” he tearfully whimpered , “what did you do to my body?”
“I don’t know,” I say as I flex, “but this feels right.”
“Give it back. Please,” he tries to be forceful but seems like he’s more shy and polite now, “I’m sorry.”
“Not until I have my fun first,” I respond as I lay back, “what’s your name?l
“Markus,” he answers as he moans from my cock shifting inside him. Just like that, the small man cum with his tiny nub of a dick.
“Well Markus,” I smile, “if you please me, master Chris then maybe I will find a way to give you back your body.”
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Brother Betrayed
What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday.
“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay.
Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.
“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself.
Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more.
Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped.
Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome.
Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.
Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers.
Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.
Epilogue
Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.
Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.
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No Pain, No Gain
“Arggh!” Brett grunted as the pain coursed through his body. A pain so intense, every fibre of his being felt like it was being burned from the inside out. But with every second of torture that passed, his body seemed to swell bigger with layer after layer of powerful muscle. Brett’s face contorted into a twisted grimace as wave after wave pulsed through his increasingly bulky frame. Beneath the excruciating pain, something else grew. The feeling of growing from the inside out was strange and foreign, but also intoxicating and addictive. Suddenly as if an invisible switch had been flicked, the pain vanished. Brett’s attention snapped back to the deserted gym. His pecs heaved as he fought to take control of his breathing, their swollen size beginning to fight against his singlet. “Why did you stop?” Brett panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Nick fidgeted nervously. Sensing his hesitation, Brett pushed once more with more than a hint of malice in his voice “I said, why did you stop faggot?”. Nick shuffled in his seat. “You looked like you were being tortured” Nick stuttered, staring up at the colossal teen. “Torture?” Brett laughed as he took a few menacing steps towards Nick, “that wasn’t torture - torture is what I’ll do to you if you don’t do what I fucking say”. Nick swallowed. His palms were so sweaty he was struggling to hold the phone in his hands. “Brett, I can’t - you’re already the biggest guy in our year” the smaller man panted, his eyes looking anywhere except Brett’s piercing glare, “Anything more would be unnatural”. Brett smiled to himself. It was true. Nick’s little toy had turned him from being an ordinary senior to a seasoned gym rat. He’d grown so much in such a short amount of time that he had easily surpassed the upgrade that Nick had given his own nerdy frame. Brett decided to change tact. “Come here,” Brett said, his voice deep and commanding.
Nick leapt to his feet and shuffled over to his bully. Brett looked down at the former nerd. He’d been so confused when Nick had turned up at school after the summer break with the body of a fitness influencer. But even with his lean muscular frame, Nick was still an anxious beta at heart, and it had proved trivial to get him to admit the secret to his growth.
Brett looked directly down into Nick’s eyes as he began to run his meaty hands over his swollen muscles. Brett made a show of running his thick digits running over each and every groove and bulge. Nick observed the larger man's movements closely. “Fuck it feels so good being this big” Brett said as he palmed his swollen pecs, “You like me big don’t you?”. “Queers like you can’t get enough of this size” Brett scoffed as he lifted one of his arms into a powerful bicep flex, “Imagine how hot it’d be if I was even bigger”. Nick’s senses were instantly assaulted by a powerful stench wafting from Nick’s armpit that made his eyes water.
Brett sniggered when he noticed Nick’s rock-hard erection tenting in his shorts. “That’s what I thought” Brett cooed, before dropping his voice to a twisted snarl, “Now make me a god!”. Obeying like a puppy, Nick pulled up the Chronivac in his hands and slid the growth slider further to the right.
Instantly Brett doubled over in pain as his muscles began to twitch and spasm as the growth began once again. Nick grimaced at the sight of Brett’s muscles rippling unnaturally beneath his skin. Sickening cracks began to fill the air as the bones that made up Brett’s frame began to stretch and extend, providing an even larger canvas for muscle to expand and grow. This was all too much for Nick. He turned his back on the frightening display, wishing for it all to end. “MORE!” Brett roared, his voice booming throughout the gym. Shakily, Nick slid the growth slider all the way to the right, trying to ignore the ever-deepening grunts of pain behind him. He hoped he wasn’t creating a monster.
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Superior
Impossible broad. Freakish. Inhuman. Lee’s mind raced as it tried to comprehend the sheer size of the monstrous back in front of him. The sheer width of it exploded out of the sides of a gym stringer, its thin fabric stretched to breaking point by the sweaty mass that it feebly tried to contain. Slabs of muscle rippled and rolled, their blood-gorged forms fighting for space, as their owner rolled his shoulders back to try and relieve some of the pump he’d built over several hours in the gym.
Men like Rex were just bred differently. With his hulking frame and potent masculinity, he more closely resembled a beast than a man. Men like Rex did not concern themselves with the trivial concerns of lesser men like Lee. They were undisputed alphas living in their own world of muscle, power, and sex. A god like Rex paid no heed to Lee as he tortured his body for hours. Lee had stayed behind long after the other gym goers had fled Rex’s powerful stench and rumbling grunts as he pushed himself through a workout that would break an ordinary man. The only thing that mattered to Rex was the iron - the feeling of blood swelling his muscles beyond their already freakish resting state.
Now he was basking in the fruit of his labours, resting on a bench as his tired muscles twitched and spasmed beneath his thick skin. Even if he wasn’t in such a euphoric state, Rex would have paid no mind to someone like Lee approaching him from behind. What would an alpha predator like him have to fear from a mere mortal?
Lee knew he was breaking every rule in the book, but the urge was just too strong. He'd been so enchanted by Rex since he had first laid eyes on him a few hours ago. That feeling had only grown and he knew if he didn’t take his chance, he’d be a hollow man forever more. Lee slowly reached out his hand towards Rex’s hulking, sweaty frame. His hand paused briefly as he felt the heat radiating off the mass in front of him, the sheer pheromones and stench coming off the man made his eyes water. Lee balled his hand and extended a thumb towards the bulge in Rex’s neck where his two meaty traps met. With a firm push, Lee placed his thumb into the hard muscle, placing pressure on the mind chakra point at the base of the next. Rex instantly froze as he felt a sharp pressure build in his spine.
Although he remained motionless, Rex’s muscles continued to spasm as Lee applied more pressure. For a normal man, that technique would have disrupted his chi for hours, but with a giant like Rex, he probably only had a few moments. Lee’s hands quickly began to roam the giant's figure, feeling the sweaty groves of his muscles. The exploration soon turned into a full-on worship session, Lee tearing off Rex’s singlet and exploring his bulging torso and meaty abs. Lee’s tongue explored the salty sweat on Rex’s chest before he rammed his into the giant’s hairy armpit. As he licked the groves of Rex’s abs, his nostrils caught a whiff of an irresistibly salty-sweat smell. Lee quickly pulled down the front of Rex’s gym shorts, gasping as an 11-inch monster burst free. Like the rest of him, Rex’s cock was huge and thick, somehow perfectly in proportion with his massive frame.
The end of Rex’s mushroom head oozed precum and his huge balls swelled as Lee gingerly explored the length of his swollen shaft. Somehow, even completely unconscious, Rex’s body still lusted for worship. The giant above him moaned slightly. Lee’s eyes went wide. He’d indulged himself too long. He needed to get away before the giant woke or else he was a goner. But he struggled to pull himself away, mesmerised by the body in front of him. He was compelled to worship the perfect specimen in front of him.
Rex stirred again. Lee began to panic, his compulsion to flee fighting his lust. Rex’s eyes fluttered a few times. Lee panicked. He couldn’t give up this feeling. He needed it to continue. He quickly reached around behind Rex’s head and jammed his thumb into the mind chakra point once again. With his free hand, he jammed his finger into the tender flesh at the base of Rex’s penis where Rex’s masculine chakra resided. As the giant flinched in pain, Lee closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Rex’s.
Rex’s eyes shot open as Lee’s body crumbled to the floor. The giant looked at the young Asian man’s crumpled frame on the ground for a few moments, before his attention was drawn to the sight of his own large, callused hand. Rex curled the meaty appendage into a fist, his eyes following the sprawling web of veins that travelled up his flexed forearm and into his swollen bicep. He heaved himself to his full height, his raging hard-on catching his eye as it stood proudly at a 90-degree angle. Rex gingerly reached down and caught a blob of precum on one of his meaty fingers before bringing it to his mouth. He gingerly licked his finger, his taste buds firing as the salty-sweat flavour filled his mouth.
Lee began to feverishly worship his new body, running his hands all over his new meaty form. At that moment, he didn't care that he had broken the sacred rights. His huge meaty hands found their way to his raging cock. He didn’t care if the elders would seek to punish him. He furiously explored the length of his shaft, the stimulation overwhelming his sense. He was a god among men now. He let out a guttural moan as he sprayed seed all over his towering form. He’d like to see those lesser mortals try.
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Short Story: Always read the contract
How are you holding up man? Daniel said, not taking his eyes off his phone. “I’m feeling a little woozy bro,” Geoff replied, swaying slightly on his stool. Daniel chuckled to himself as he put his phone down and inspected the gradual changes occurring in his body. His pecs were beginning to jut out from his chest and his arms were beginning to take on some definition again. “Having your muscle drained out of your body will do that” Daniel replied as he massaged his growing muscle tits. Shit, his pecs were already bigger than from his previous procedures and Goeff had so much more to give. Anxious to see the final results, he flicked the iv bag a few times, speeding up the flow of potent liquid into his veins.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body growing larger, taller, and more muscular with each passing second. “But it’s only for three months right?” Geoff asked, concern in his voice as his physique drained through the iv line in his arm. He had agreed to loan his mass to Daniel for a handsome fee, but seeing the last few years of gains vanish down the line in his arm suddenly made everything very real.
“Sure, mostly,” Daniel said with a smirk on his face as he palmed the growing bulge in his shorts. Geoff was correct that Daniel would only have his size for a few months, but after Geoff's size faded from Daniel's body, it was lost to Geoff forever. And any gains that Daniel managed to make with his temporary size and strength boost would be permanent. And with Geoff’s physique, Daniel was sure he would be able to make some insane gains before his borrowed strength faded.
He opened his eyes to find his lower half obscured by his new huge pec shelf. Daniel chuckled to himself as he realised he had now surpassed his doner in height and mass. And this was only the first bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. He only needed to convince a few more gullible bodybuilders to let him ‘borrow’ their hard-earned gains until he would permanently have the godly physique that he craved.
“Hey man, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Geoff said as he pawed feebly at the line in his arm. “Ohh I think you’ll be staying for the whole procedure,” Daniel said getting out of his chair to stand over his helpless doner, his body swelling with every step he took. Daniel towered over Geoff, his meaty hands placed on his hips to show off his swollen pecs and biceps. “You see we have a contract, and I have every intention to enforce it.”
He grabbed my hair and forced me to stare at him. I barely can keep my eyes open as he checked on me, searching for any trace of masculinity he can still seep out from my body
The former nerd let my hair go and leave my body as if I'm a rag he just finished using as he said,
"Hmmm, nothing's left in you. Guess I overestimated how much I could gain from you. But I still want more so maybe I should text your frat bros to come here and see what I can get from them," and as he said that, the silver ring with skull ornaments in his finger shines a little too bright, or maybe it's just a trick from the sunlight
New Hire
“And here we have our company workout facility.” Mr. Raylan, the company’s CEO, announced proudly in the crackly voice of an old man. As he passed the water cooler by the entrance, he filled up two disposal paper cones: one for him, and one for his new hire, Ken.
He was giving his new hire a tour of the facility, but he had been eyeing him all day long. He stood there for a moment looking at Ken as if he was in deep thought. He threw his head back and downed the contents of his paper cone in one gulp. He walked over to one of the lockers and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, taking his dress pants off and putting on the others right in front of his new hire. Ken just stood awkwardly and sipped at his cup as his new boss exposed himself. Suddenly, Mr. Raylan arched his back backwards until it cracked loudly. For the first time that day, it looked as though Mr. Raylan was standing upright instead of hunched over like the very old man he was.
“It’s important to get your lifting in for the day, don’t you think? Otherwise you’ll grow soft and old,” Mr. Raylan said to his newly hired assistant as he rolled up his sleeves and tucked in his shirt. He was a couple of feet away, but Ken could swear he saw his body begin to press against the fabric of his shirt and his skin and hair take on a slightly more youthful complexion. “It’s incredibly important to me to remain active, spry. Of course, I started this business as a means of giving men a way to fulfill fantasies with my little miracle pills,” he paused in his delivery and flexed an arm with intensity. Ken was watching it puff up, but it continued puffing up larger and larger with muscle as he held the pose. “But it’s also a means of defying the aging process itself. You see, I…” As he continued chatting, his chest was starting to broaden and his skin and hair definitely took on a more youthful appearance, his skin deepening to a warm tan and his hair growing darker and darker. The only times Ken was able to stop and focus was when Mr. Raylan intermittently paused to flex and grow some more. His arms and chest were exploding in his dress shirt with hard muscle, forcing him to lurch this way and that as his muscles swelled and his aging reversed, and his assistant’s jaw just dropped. He went from a thin as a rail, aging executive to a thick 30-something in a matter of seconds and it didn’t even seem to phase him.
“Work is important, yes, but working out keeps the body good and strong, right Ken?” he started twisting and stretching as his body continued to look younger and younger, and more powerful too. “I like a good, strong body, and I think you will too.”
“U-uhm.. s-sir?” Ken sputtered.
“Yes, Ken?” Mr. Raylan answered as his thighs started to test the limits of his pants by swelling up like huge tree trunks. Ken was getting insanely hard.
“Is this… What did—..” Ken wrapped a hand around his throat in surprise as his voice dropped and deepened considerably.
“You didn’t think I was going to work out alone, did you? You’re my assistant, after all. Assist me.” Mr. Raylan said matter of factly as his own cock noticeably swelled and hardened within his pants.
Ken looked down at his paper cone of water and dropped it. Had he been drugged?? This company was supposed to make just pills, but they seemed to have put their product in the gym water cooler. He saw a single occupancy bathroom in the far corner of the workout room and he ran towards it. He threw the door open and bolted inside.
“Enjoy it in there, Ken! I know I will,” Mr. Raylan said with a wide smile as he walked over to the water cooler to fill his cup up again.
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Ken slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, but his eyes turned their focus on his hand. It seemed to be getting larger and more rugged, and a thick vein was rising to the surface on the back of his hand. He held up his other hand and noticed that it too was growing. He groaned with worry, his voice deepening even further, as he noticed his forearms beginning to press against his dress shirt as they swelled underneath.
His upper arms, shoulders, and biceps followed, growing absurdly huge under his dress shirt and causing the seems to tear, exposing his newly veiny arms and tattoos underneath. He could hear his conservative mother lecturing in his head, ‘Don’t show your tattoos at work or you can kiss your job goodbye!’ That was the least of his problems at this point. He could hear the dull sounds of bone cracking under flesh and he could feel his back broadening and thickening under his strained dress shirt as it felt like his head was lifted up from his shoulders by unseen hands, lengthening and widening his neck and making his Adam’s apple protrude further outward.
Now becoming thrilled with the way he was starting to look, Ken giggled as he watched himself grow in the mirror. He had to have been half a foot taller than he was when he entered the bathroom. His chest started spreading wider, causing his buttons to stretch across his frame, and they quickly began to pop off and clink against the mirror as his pecs started swelling with a rolling procession of pumps and rounding out. Between his huge guns and his impressive rack, his shirt gave up and split down the sides and the back, falling off his body in sheets. He breathlessly chuckled at himself as his muscle tits began to pump larger and larger, and he brought his hands up to squeeze and fondle himself. As he felt himself up, his sides and abs rose up from his formerly thin frame and hardened against his tight skin, and a mouthwatering V formed at the bottom of his torso, giving him a fantastic set of cum gutters. ‘Cum gutters.’ He’d always loved the phrase and for the first time in his life he had some.
Next, he bent over the counter in a pleasured groan as he could feel his ass begin to involuntarily jiggle behind him. With each jiggle, Ken could feel his ass lifting, rounding, and hardening against his dress pants, and he could feel air between his crack as his rounded ass pushed the pants away from his waist. He could feel a thudding sensation in his legs, like after running a long distance, and watched as his thighs and calves flexed larger and larger with pure muscle, shredding his already tight pants as they grew leaving him in nothing but his boxers, which had already began to split down the side as his tree trunk thighs met with his huge ass.
“Oohh f—oooh fuuuuuck yeah,” he moaned deeply as he could feel his nubby cock start swelling almost painfully larger in his boxers. He swore he could hear a deep chuckle from behind the door. His boxers exploded off of him and his cock rocketed forward as it instantly gained several inches in length and bursted larger in girth. He grabbed his nuts as they pounded painfully against his sack, tripling in size in a matter of seconds. Unable to control himself and feeling like he’d been edging for 24 hours, Ken’s cock and balls lost all agency and unloaded all over the bathroom floor. He just kept spurting and spurting and spurting, making a mess of the bathroom floor in front of him until he mustered up the strength to stumble over to the sink, where he aimed his cock and thrusted his hips against the countertop as he continued unloading.
After what felt like 2 whole minutes of nonstop cumming, Ken looked down in surprise to see that the sink was almost full to the brim. His seed was draining in a lazy, bubbling fashion, but it would take some time for the sink to empty completely. It smelled completely divine, so he stuck a cupped hand into the basin of the sink and slurped from his hand, like a hunter at a stream. The taste was to die for and he even considered bending over to lap up what remained in the sink like a dog with scraps. He shook off his newly huge cock and sauntered over to the toilet, aiming into the bowl and pissing like a waterfall. As he voided his bladder, his mind raced about what just transpired and, despite the circumstances, surprised and embarrassed at himself for nutting at work on his first day.
He wrapped a hand up in toilet paper and bent over to start scrubbing his jizz off the floor when he noticed a folded pair of exercise shorts being fed through the crack in the door.
“No nudity in the office, my boy!” he heard a thunderously deep voice say from the other side of the door. “Much to my chagrin, too. I would prefer to run my business the way I want to, but alas HR won’t allow it…” The voice concluded, seemingly to itself.
Ken picked up the shorts and held them in front of him. They looked larger than even his current size, but fortunately they had a drawstring. As he tied the shorts around his waist, he finally got a good look at himself in front of the mirror.
Goddamn, he was a masterpiece! His body curved and bulged in all the right places, places he’d never grown muscle in his life. This must be the company’s coveted “Jock Out” series, judging by both its affects on him and on the aging Mr. Raylan. He’d only tried the cock growth series a few times in college—with mixed results too, once growing an unwieldy 3 footer that his partner could do nothing with and once accidentally making his partner vomit all over him by activating his gag reflex with his artificially big dick—but he’d never dipped into any of the company’s other products. Judging by this experience, Ken considered broadening his horizons.
He bent over and fished his phone out of his shredded dress pants, opening up Instagram. He hardly ever posted on his account, but if anything qualified as a ‘grammable moment,’ this was it.
He felt like he should caption it something dumb like, “New job, who dis” but decided on leaving it captionless for the surprise to his family and friends. He had to leave the bathroom at some point, he knew, but he couldn’t help but keep admiring the way the grey shorts captured his bulge.
Knowing he couldn’t keep his new employer waiting, Ken nervously, slowly opened the bathroom door. Standing at the opposite end of the company gym was this absolutely shredded beast of a man. A dress shirt was sitting in tatters at his feet and his sweatpants were obscenely tight on him. He was posing a little and looking over himself, like a sommelier critiquing a glass of wine.
As if sensing Ken’s presence, he looked up and beamed, “Ah, Ken, my boy! Damn… I must say, you look absolutely ravishing, if you’ll forgive the complement.”
“Mr. ….” Ken paused again, surprised at the sound of his new, deep voice. “Mr. Raylan??” Ken wasn’t even trying to hide the impossible-to-hide erection in his shorts, brought on by both himself and the specimen before him.
The hunky Mr. Raylan spread his arms out like Jesus Christ, “In the flesh, Ken!” he lowered his arms and walked over to wear Ken was standing with a confident swagger. “And that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Flesh. Pounds and pounds of flesh, willing spirits and weak flesh.. Sins of the flesh.” He reached a hand out and cupped Ken’s newly massive erection while Ken shuddered at the hunk’s touch. “I’ve devoted my life to allowing every man to experience all sorts of pleasures, whatever he desires. I’m an agent of pleasure, and I’m damn good at it too. You see, Ken,” Mr. Raylan let go of Ken’s erection and hooked his hands under the waistband along both sides of Ken’s hips and tugged down, letting the shorts fall to the floor, leaving Ken completely nude and his huge cock bobbing rigidly in the air. Ken was frozen, loving every second and curious as to what comes next. Mr. Raylan cupped Ken’s balls, barely able to fit in his palm, and felt them roll between his fingers as Ken exhaled in a groan. “I want this to be… more than a job. More than a measly stop along the road on your occupational track. I think we can make each other very happy, professionally and in all other manners. Don’t you agree?”
Mr. Raylan, himself a massive beast of a man by any definition, then began worshipping the much smaller but still beefy Ken, stroking up under his cock, squeezing a handful of Ken’s pecs, using his hand to guide Ken’s arm up prompting him to flex while Mr. Raylan squeezed his biceps. Ken grinned and bounced his new pecs for his new boss. Mr. Raylan grinned back, continuing to worship Ken.
“I agree completely, Mr. Raylan.” Ken said deeply as he moved in closer, putting a hand against Raylan’s face and pressing their open mouths together, each of their tongues tangling and swapping fluids. From this vantage, Ken could appreciate the size and power of his new employer, his newly huge body still feeling tiny in comparison as they grinded their bodies together, huge muscle rubbing against even huger muscle.
They were interrupted by the sound of the door to the company gym opening. Ken reacted much more strongly to the inclusion, backing up very quickly and covering himself as best as he could with not much success. Mr. Raylan simply started lowering his sweatpants.
“Gordon! Glad you could make it, come in, come in. And you’ve come prepared! Fantastic.”
A tall, ripped specimen of a man entered the room. He had pecs and shoulders and a general, all-around musculature that would put any model to shame, with a hefty package that jiggled with each step nestled between his legs to boot. He was texting on his phone and not looking up to acknowledge to his welcome but replied in a deep monotone.
“Any time, Mr. Raylan, always glad to be of assistance.”
Ken studied the man closer as he walked in, finalizing whatever text or email was on his phone. The man finally looked up, locking his phone and putting it down on one of the benches next to him. As soon as Ken saw the severe eyebrows and piercing blue eyes of the man, he knew.
“Mr… Mr. Schultz?!” Ken gasped.
“Ah, observant!” Gordon Schultz quipped with a smirk. He was the CFO of the company and Ken had met him no more than an hour earlier. Well, this was a 50 years younger, jacked as hell Mr. Schultz, but it was him nonetheless.
Mr. Raylan wrapped an arm around and clapped Mr. Schultz on his meaty shoulder, “Gordon’s been with me in the company since the beginning. Best damn partner a guy could ask for. Plus he’s got a smooth mouth, a tight ass, and a pecker that would make Zeus blush!” Mr. Raylan used his free hand to grab Mr. Schultz by the package and shook it around to emphasize his point, laughing as he did. Mr. Schultz just remained looking at Ken and smiled, waggling his tongue out and winking his way. Ken couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’ve changed a bit as well, I see, but you must be Kenneth. Pleasure to have you with us, my boy,” Mr. Schultz extended a hand and Ken took it, surprised by the impressive grip.
“Pleasures all mine, sir,” Ken responded deeply, getting lost in Mr. Schultz’s blue eyes, “And it’s just Ken.”
“Well then, Ken,” Mr. Schultz stepped forward and took Ken’s cock in his hand. “Would you prefer to fuck or get sucked?”
Ken was taken aback, “S-sorry?”
“Fuck or get sucked, stud? Simple questions demand simple answers,” he admonished playfully.
Ken just grinned and shrugged awkwardly, “I suppose get sucked?”
“Excellent choice,” Mr. Raylan interjected, removing his sweatpants. Ken’s heart dropped as he watched the pants fall while the cock just kept extending and extending and extending, finally coming to an end a few inches above Mr. Raylan’s knees. His thighs and calves were impossibly huge specimens all on their own, but Ken’s new boss’s cock made him feel like he was in the presence of a king. Mr. Schultz bent over and pulled his underwear to the floor, giving Ken another glimpse at an impossibly huge piece of meat between the CFO’s legs.
Mr. Schultz could sense Ken’s shock, “What, you’re the only one allowed to be nude around here?”
“It’s not that, it’s—..”
Mr. Raylan interrupted, tugging the thick hose between his legs and walking back towards the water cooler, “I intend to give all of my highly favored employees a proper welcome to our company. This, Ken, is yours.” He walked back over to where Ken was standing and extended a cup towards him, this one full to the brim. Mr. Schultz was positioning himself on his hands and knees on one of the benches next to them.
Ken looked down at the cup excitedly and then back up at Mr. Raylan as he positioned himself behind Mr. Schultz. Raylan playfully gave Gordon’s ass a few slaps and spat down into Gordon’s crack.
“What do I—…” Ken began but was quickly answered.
“I want you to Eiffel Tower with two of the most powerful men in the world as I watch you swell into a beast.”
“What about your HR?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t?” Mr. Raylan joked. “I want you to really enjoy this, though. Let the power flow through you, give into it. Grow into a god, make me jealous as you skull fuck your CFO.”
“Now there’s a story you can tell around the table,” Mr. Schultz joked and mildly squinted as Mr. Raylan entered him from behind. “Now enough talk, Ken. Feed me your cock.”
Ken was happy to oblige. He walked up to the grinning Mr. Schultz as Gordon stuck out is tongue and licked up Ken’s shaft, sending a shiver up his spine, and fed the rest of Ken’s meat inside with his tongue. Mr. Raylan was already fucking Schultz from behind with a steady rhythm. Ken watched the muscles in Raylan’s lower torso flex and relax over and over as he pounded deeply into Mr. Schultz. Mr. Schultz was working Ken’s shaft and balls unbelievably well that he almost forgot his paper cone.
He looked down at the paper cone and then back up at Mr. Raylan, who gave him a nod as he panted as thrusted over and over into Mr. Schultz. Ken smirked and downed the entire contents of the paper cone.
The effects began immediately. He could feel his body pushing up and out from the inside, his skin growing red hot and sweaty, his teeth gritted, the skin on his cock and balls feeling impossibly tight. He looked down and swore he could see the outline of his cock thrusting in and out of Schultz’s throat, becoming thicker and thicker, longer and longer. He could tell by his line of vision that he was growing taller and taller, surpassing even Schultz and Raylan in size. He felt himself swelling larger and brought both arms up and flexed powerfully as his arms, chest, abs, and shoulders thundered abnormally huge under his stretched, veiny skin. Everything in the gym began to look smaller and smaller to him as he became more beast than man.
“Welcome to Raylan Industries, Ken, my boy!” Mr. Raylan called up to the grunting, swelling giant in front of him, as Ken brought his hands back down to grip both sides of Mr. Schultz’s face and began to skull fuck him.
———
Several hours later, all three men emerged from the gym door, sweaty, smelly, and spent from their time, the gym door completely fogged up. Mr. Raylan and Mr. Schultz were walking and talking, laughing heartily intermittently and reminiscing on the past. Each of them were beginning to revert back to their normal selves, not at all the frail old men Ken met at the beginning of the day, but certainly looking more like two hunky mature daddies rather than porn stars.
Ken, on the other hand, was still huge. Not the size he attained the first time of several times the three of them fucked, but about the same size he was when he emerged from the bathroom hours ago. He was pretty sure he has quadrupled his body weight that day and dumped several quarts of cum, but he was positively glowing. This was better than any employment situation he could’ve dreamed of.
He looked back into the cum-soaked gym, feeling guilty for the cleaning staff but somehow sure that they were used to this.
“Come along, Ken!” Mr. Raylan called from the end of the hall by the elevator. “The gym will still be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day…”
Ken grinned and turned in a jog to catch back up with the CEO and CFO, feeling the still unfamiliar weight of his body and his chest and jiggling with every landing of his feet. He stood between the two men as the elevator began closing, Mr. Schultz squeezing Ken’s ass and Mr. Raylan wrapping his arms around Ken’s shoulders to tease his chest and his nipple. He grinned and chuckled with the admiration.
Ken knew he was going to really, really enjoy working here.
Hmmmm......there's nothing really stand out about this soup, like.....legit, this is nothing but a plain canned soup. Should've used that pot instead of this but I'm too lazy to wash the dishes
But, if you saw me an hour ago and compared to what I look like now, well, you probably would do some kind of shit like calling the company or bring this soup to some kind of lab to be tested. Well, I have no interest to alert the authority like FDA or even FBI about the existence of body-transforming soup that changed me from just some plain blond dude into this mixed-background rugged handsomeness, so it's best to keep my mouth shut and just put this soup in the dining table for Alan and Roderick to eat while I hide in my room as they will be home soon. I know Roderick work in some lab and if he experienced the same thing as me later, probably we can check into his lab about this soup and find out something more without alerting anyone. Probably need to act foolish too in front of my friend, like, I should pretend to sleep and then acted surprised hearing their screaming and when I walked out, all three of us would scream as I acted as if some strangers just break into my apartment and eat my soup while they would scream to see a stranger walk out from their bestfriend room. Yeah, that's a fool-proof lie
"I-I-I don't.....I don't know....like....I just feel sleepy and....and then---"
Yeah that sounds realistic enough for a plot. Sorry though, can't go investigating and living in all this unexplainable shit all by myself, I need some company too. But c'mon, I've jacked my dick furiously before I showered after the change, this whole transformation ain't that bad in terms of physique change
Gone, An Interactive Story
Outline
Welcome, to “Gone, An Interactive Story”. A tale following Police Officer Tomas Adams trying to discover the location of a missing boy. Choose wisely as your decision would determine his destiny.
Here is the complete outline of the story:
Chapter 1: The Usual Suspect
—– Chapter 2a: An Unpleasant Discovery
———- Chapter 3a: A Dark Business
—————-Chapter 4a: This is only the beginning
—————-Chapter 4b: A Lucky Turn of Events
———- Chapter 3b: My Name is Josh Corona
—————-Chapter 4c: Family Reunion
—————-Chapter 4d: No other choice
—– Chapter 2b: The Road to Darkness
———- Chapter 3c: Confrontation
—————-Chapter 4e: Time for School
—————-Chapter 4e: A Dangerous Job
———- Chapter 3d: The Mastermind
—————-Chapter 4g: Being a Policeman
—————-Chapter 4h: True Power
Have fun and lest’s begin this journey
I weirdly have little difficulties to find out which one is the continuation of my choices at certain point (if one click instead directly lead me to a specific continuation rather than coming back to the main directory, it would be so good), but still a very enjoyable series. And of course it is very interactive
Gone, An Interactive Story
Outline
Welcome, to “Gone, An Interactive Story”. A tale following Police Officer Tomas Adams trying to discover the location of a missing boy. Choose wisely as your decision would determine his destiny.
Here is the complete outline of the story:
Chapter 1: The Usual Suspect
—– Chapter 2a: An Unpleasant Discovery
———- Chapter 3a: A Dark Business
—————-Chapter 4a: This is only the beginning
—————-Chapter 4b: A Lucky Turn of Events
———- Chapter 3b: My Name is Josh Corona
—————-Chapter 4c: Family Reunion
—————-Chapter 4d: No other choice
—– Chapter 2b: The Road to Darkness
———- Chapter 3c: Confrontation
—————-Chapter 4e: Time for School
—————-Chapter 4e: A Dangerous Job
———- Chapter 3d: The Mastermind
—————-Chapter 4g: Being a Policeman
—————-Chapter 4h: True Power
Have fun and lest’s begin this journey
I weirdly have little difficulties to find out which one is the continuation of my choices at certain point (if one click instead directly lead me to a specific continuation rather than coming back to the main directory, it would be so good), but still a very enjoyable series. And of course it is very interactive
I'm a bit small in size as a man. I wonder what it'd be like to be absorbed into a bigger man's muscles and become a part of a better stronger man. Think you know anyone who'd want to absorb such a small man up?
“Are you ready? Because I already absorbed the oil and now it’s just you who I haven’t absorbed,”
You stammered. You know you want this, but are you really sure about this? Giving away your life just to be part of someone else? Thinking about it and actually facing the probability of it are totally different. While you are deep on your own thought, his boomed voice surprised you
“Still thinking about it? Compare what you have and what I have, do you see yourself living a better life than mine? Do you still want to continue doing your own taxes, waking up everyday to the gym and your work, grinding endlessly but never gonna be as big as me?”
Damn that hits hard. And without your realization, you start walking to him. He welcomes you with a smile and extending his arm, ready to make some gains as you will enter a brand new life in a brand new perspective, literally.
“How’s this muscle growth spell supposed to work?” I asked, rubbing my scrawny arms.
“You just flex,” Michael said, demonstrating. Nothing happened, but then, he wasn’t the one who was the target of the spell.
I shrugged and gave it a try, lifting my arms and squeezing. Instantly, I felt a surge of power, a swelling of my biceps. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, seeing them grow.
“It’s working!” Michael shouted. “I can’t believe it!”
I flexed again, and felt my arms growing huge, swelling up bigger than my head. My sides bulged with muscles, tearing my t-shirt as my thick body spilled out of my clothes. “Yeah!” I roared, flexing for him some more.
“It’s perfect,” he said, his voice strangely small and quiet. I looked over at him and saw that he’d shrunk to nearly half his height. His clothes hang around him like sheets.
“Uh oh,” I said. “I think my bulk is stealing from you.”
“Huh? Oh shit,” he said, realized what was happening. “That’s wrong – hold on, dude, don’t flex any more.”
“You mean, don’t do this?” I said, clenching my ass cheeks. I felt them round up, thicken, growing huge and strong. And I watched him dwindle down a few more inches, his height vanishing into my butt.
“No stop!” he squeaked, but I just smiled and flexed again, looming over him as he disappeared into the folds of his clothing.
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Last Seat
I picked a seat near the back of the plane hoping it wouldn’t be crowded on the way to Vegas. I listened carefully hoping the airline wouldn’t say those dreaded words, full flight. Nothing was more uncomfortable than sitting next to someone who took up more than their share of the seat. I think I might be in luck as I watched the last passenger board and counted enough empty seats to accommodate people. I sighed in relief as I watched people disperse to their seats until one more figure popped out from the front of the cabin. He was handsome and built, but boy was he big. He looked at either side of the plane and slowly made his way down turning sideways to fit in the small aisle. He seemed to be studying the open spaces and the people in them. I had a whole row to myself, so I wasn’t worried when he made his way back to me. “This seat taken?” He gestured to the empty two next to me. I shook my head and he grinned sliding in. I thought he’d sit on the outside seat, but no he squeezed himself in next to me even lifting my arm rest to make more room for his wide hips.
I was about to go off on him, but he gave me a friendly smile and for some reason my frustration dissipated. “Sorry, sitting in the aisle is no fun. You can’t see out the plane,” he pointed to the window we would be sharing. “Yeah, I understand could you scoot over a little though?” I didn’t expect him to scoot in closer to me squishing me against the interior wall. I wanted to say something, but the flight attendants walked by telling him to buckle up as we were backing out. I sighed in defeat as he eagerly watched the plane backing out. “Take offs are my favorite part,” he said quietly watching as we taxied to the runway. “Yeah me too,” I replied. “They make me feel like I’m leaving my stress behind.” His eyes lit up, “really? Me too.” I realized then that he was going to be a chatty kind of guy as we started down the runway and into the air for three and a half hours.
“By the way, may name is Mark,” he offered me his hand to shake. “Bryan,” I said shaking his hand. He gave me a big smile and I watched the shirt he was wearing strain against his chest. I quickly put my tray down as I felt a stirring in my pants. “So, what are you going to Vegas for?” He smiled, “to model and then have some fun. What about you?” I shrugged, “just to get away. I take random trips here and there to different places.” He grinned and then noticed something out the window, he leaned across me to get a better look his hand resting on the wall while his armpit was dangerously close to my nose. I tried to not breath, but he stayed that way for a while forcing me to finally inhale. His cologne and deodorant were an amazing combination that suddenly relaxed me. I had to refrain myself from leaning forward to burry my nose into it. He was all grins as he stared out the window before sitting back in his seat. I noticed his knees were pushed up into the seat. “Do you uh, wanna share my footwell?” He was all thanks as he spread out his legs pressing his thighs up against mine. “Thanks man,” he rested his hand on my thigh and I began to plead with myself to not get hard.
Halfway in and Mark was making himself at home. He still had his hand on my thigh but had gone from just placing it there to rubbing the inside of it. I was fighting it afraid I would make a mess in my jeans. I was already hard, and I knew leaking precum all over the inside of my underwear. The flight attendant stopped by, “drinks?” I was going to reach for my wallet to buy one, but Mark stopped me. “I got this,” he smiled and ordered us a few shooters, a coke each, and some whiskey to finish it off. “You didn’t have to do that,” I blushed. He leaned in closer letting me smell him again, “least I could do.” When the drinks came, he all but forced me into doing shots with him. “Come on, it’ll be good. You need to loosen up.” I nervously chuckled and took a shot with him. He took the lapse in judgement and had me do another. By the time our flight was landing I was pretty loose lipped and willing to do whatever was suggested. His hand never left the inner part of my thigh as he touched down and taxied to the runway.
“So, where you staying?” He asked getting up. “Mandalay Bay,” I hiccupped. “Great! I am too, we can just ride in a taxi together.” I hiccupped again swaying a little as I tried to get to the aisle. “Which bag is yours?” I pointed and he grabbed it. “Checked bags?” I shook my head. “Smart man,” he then grabbed my hand and pulled me down the aisle to the exit. I must not have been in a state to walk because I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me in close to him as he walked with me out to the airport. “Thanks, you smell nice,” I blurt out from all the alcohol. “Thanks man,” he said in the kindest voice I’d ever heard.
The walk through the airport was interesting as people quickly moved out of our way as he walked. I don’t think my feet ever touched the ground as he carried me. He carefully pushed me into the taxi and on the drive, I began to sober up a little bit. He put his arm around my shoulder. As we got to the hotel, he offered to help me, but I figured I should try to do things on my own. He smiled and walked away, and I thought that was it. The ringing of slot machines and people placing bets filled my ears as I strolled inside pulling my carryon. I was tired and was still trying to sober up as I joined the line. I spotted his strapping body off to the right in VIP check out. It took around thirty minutes to check in and I’d all but forgotten about Mark. As I walked toward the elevator a strong hand slapped something against my chest. I looked up to see Mark standing over me as I peeled the key card off my chest. “Suite, 2209,” he whispered walking off leaving me standing there shocked.
Once I’d made it to my room, I stared at the key card wondering if I should. Over those three and a half hours I’d grown a crush on the guy, and he seemed enamored by me too. I decided to take the chance and do it. I headed over to the high roller area and took the elevator up to the 22nd floor. I strolled down the hall to room 2209 and waited outside working up the nerve. Anxious thoughts flowed through my mind like him laughing at me for showing up, or him pretending not to know me. I was about to turn around when I heard his voice. “I know you’re out there! Come inside already.” I pressed the key card getting a ding and a green light as the electronic lock whirred to let me in. I opened the door and walked inside to a sight. Mark was sitting on the end of his bed naked; his hand was wrapped around his rod stroking it when he looked over at me. I dropped the key card on the floor out of shock and he got up walking toward me.
I instantly knew I was out of my league staring at his thick chest and bulging arms. I felt puny compared to him and was about to back out the door when he grabbed my shirt and pulled me through the door. “Not getting away that easily,” he cooed pulling me towards him and the bed. His cock was bouncing pressing up against my own groin as I fought my urges. I was nothing more than a rag doll to him as he tossed me up on his bed and jumped on top of me pinning my arms. “I uh,” I stammered before he leaned in kissing me. Our tongues met and I stopped fighting him, I think his gum fell into my mouth and I accidentally swallowed it in the moment. He pulled back from me, “sorry. I think I ate your gum,” I muttered blushing. The grin on his face got bigger, “that wasn’t gum.” My eyes got big, “what was it?” He was starting to undress me as I felt suddenly warmer. “Mark, what did I swallow?” I tried to pull away from him, but his strong arm pushed my chest back down. “You swallowed a pill, now relax.” I felt like I’d just fucked up. He probably just roofied me and I was an idiot. “Please,” I whimpered, and he smiled stroking my cheek. “Don’t worry,” he said before pulling my pants and underwear off me in one quick pull.
My cock was really hard, straining as if it was trying to grow longer. Mark grinned running is finger along my shaft as he jumped on top of me his thick cock clapping against my stomach. “What you’re about to experience is going to be shocking. Just listen to me and it will be the best moment you’d ever had,” his eyes were fierce as he commanded me. His hands started to rub up along my chest, the motion was relaxing as his fingers squeezed what little muscle I had. My chest was getting warm from where he was rubbing. I leaned back hoping I’d remember this as I felt my heart start to race. I groaned and looked down to see my chest expanding. My barely defined pecs were growing like someone was blowing air into a balloon. Each breath I took they would expand more. “See, I knew you would like it,” he said. He was right, I loved it and I wanted more.
“Do it,” I grunted. That was all he needed as he started to massage all over my body. He focused on each different muscle to help it expand and grow. He worked on my upper half making my delts and triceps bigger. It felt great as my body expanded across the sheets. My forearms looked massive before he asked me to flip over. It wasn’t even a thought as I did as I was told flipping onto my stomach. My hard cock strained as it was pressed into the sheets. He rubbed up and down my back, I felt it grow underneath his hands. I thought I was going to cum multiple times but each time I was nearly there he told me to hold it in. Somehow, I obeyed and held back. His hands reshaped my ass into a sculpted round perky rump. He was going to toy with my hole but stopped just before he pressed his finger against it. “I think I want this fresh,” he chuckled and worked his way down the back of my legs.
A strong musk began to surround me as he worked on my legs. Instinctively I tucked my nose into my armpit to confirm the smell was coming from me. It smelled manly and potent. I gasped when he touched my feet. Admittedly I’d always had a thing for guys feet and having him grow mine was more than I could handle. “You’re ticklish down, here aren’t you?” I nodded in response before I could smell the sweat rolling off them. It was strong and I wasn’t ready for it. “Don’t you dare cum,” he said rolling me back onto my back. I looked down and confirmed my body was nearly as big as his now. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and cupped my balls. I started thrusting as I felt it. My cock was growing, my testicles expanding. I blacked out for a minute because when I came to his hands were running over my face. I felt my stubble scratching against his soft hands. He pulled back and got off me. “Wanna see how you look?”
I slowly sat up and followed him clumsily to the mirror. This body felt difficult to control and I figured it would take some getting used to. “That’s me?” I said in a deeper voice. I was happily stunned by the man staring at me. I was easily twice my size and at least 6 inches taller. Every muscle on my body was as big as his. “The pill did this?” He nodded, “my Uncle works for a company that produces these pills for the military along with other kinds,” he reached around me grabbing the pill packet. “The red one you took is called Formula 360. It’s used to grow muscle in soldiers and make them more compliant to directions. “What do the others do?” I asked and he grinned spelling them out for me. Green was the opposite of red making guys into puny versions of themselves, blue turned guys into objects, and yellow changed their gender. I noticed a few blues were missing and two reds. “You’re the second one I’ve used the red on one.” I looked at him, “and the first?” He grinned and motioned to his body.
Some heightened sexual desire inside me snapped as I pushed him back to the bed. A few hours later and both of us were sweaty and covered with each other’s fluids. I looked over at my clothes on the floor. “Those won’t fit me,” I said matter of factly. “I got some clothes you can borrow,” he said getting up. “Come on let’s get you into the shower. You stink,” he chuckled pulling me off the bed toward the bathroom with him. “You’re one to talk,” I said following him. “So, why were there so many blue missing?” I asked as we let the warm water flow down our skin. “Usually the guys that come up to my room end up going home with me in my suitcase,” he said. “Is that what you had planned for me?” He smiled and gave me a kiss, “when I first got on the plane that was the plan, but my plan changed when you got drunk. Do you remember what you did?” I shook my head and he smiled, “you told me how much you enjoyed having me press you against the planes walls and how my scent drove you wild. Then you did something I didn’t expect, you kissed me and grabbed my crotch. It was hot and wild. I then realized that inside that meek man was a real man begging to be let out.” I was a little stunned, “I really did that?” He nodded, “and now that you are like this, you’ll probably do it a lot more.”
I did have the strange desire to dominate someone. Not him though, I still felt like I had to obey his every order. He tossed me a pair of bright green silky underwear. “Keep Erik, he’s a good pair.” He then tossed me some other former men. “They’ll fit your new body a lot better.” I spent the rest of my stay with him, and over the course of the three days I’d been with him I’d found out a lot of things about myself. I still loved feet, I enjoyed being worshipped by smaller guys, and watching men become your objects was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My favorite to watch was this cute guy named Bryce. We were at a nightclub one of the nights and Bryce instantly was infatuated with my newly grown muscles. It didn’t take long for me to know that he was someone I wanted myself. I took him to the bathroom and used my influence to convince him to take one of the blue pills. He did and the effects were nearly instantaneous. His skin turned a bright blue and he practically wrapped himself around me. A few more minutes later and I walked out holding a pair of swim trunks.
As we walked through the airport together, he gave me a hug goodbye and shoved a small box in my hand. Inside were a bunch of the pills he’d had. “Use them wisely and call me up if you ever need any more blue ones,” he pulled me into a kiss and then boarded his plane as I stood there shocked. As I boarded my plane later that afternoon, I saw a young guy much like myself sitting in a window seat all by his own. “Is this seat taken?” I asked patting the pill in my pocket.
This is so fucking hot
The "Macho Briefs" are doing its job well. Each time the person wears said briefs, they will experience minor changes.
The unique part of these briefs is that the changes that will happen is related to what the persons' idea of "Macho" is.
Who knows what his ideal "Macho" look will be. Or if he'll ever be satisfied with how Macho he gets.
“Did you bring the spellbook?” asked Mark. He looked scrawny and ridiculous, a puny weak nerd wearing a muscle shirt clearly intended for a bodybuilder.
“This is never going to work,” I said, pulling the spellbook out of my backpack. We were the only two arcane language experts at the museum, the only two who’d figured out that the ancient book was supposedly a collection of transformation spells.
“But we gotta try,” he said. “Do the muscle spell.”
“Never going to work,” I shook my head, but opened to the right page and began to read the spell.
“Is it working? Do I look different?” he asked, inspecting his weak tiny arms.
I glanced at him – if anything, he looked even smaller – and shook my head no, still chanting the spell.
“Keep repeating it,” he said, staring down at himself. “Keep trying.”
That’s when I realized that something was indeed changing – but it wasn’t Mark. I’d come straight from work so I was still wearing a button-down shirt, and it was straining at the seams. My tie was squeezing my neck tighter and tighter, and my dress pants were about to burst.
Mark looked up at me and gasped. “You! It’s changing you!” he exclaimed.
I kept chanting, frantically struggling to undo my tie. I pulled it off just as the buttons started popping over my chest, which was now thick with muscle, and a long tear ripped down both my arms from shoulder to elbow.
“Fuck, man, you’re getting huge!” Mark exclaimed. I kept chanting the spell, over and over, reaching up to rip the shirt from my body in tatters. My pants went too – they burst from ass to cock, and I grabbed both sides to pull them off my body.
“So big,” Mark squeaked, and when I turned to look at him, I saw that he’d endured some changes as well. He was shrinking down, growing smaller and shorter. What little strength and height and mass he had was flowing into me the more I chanted the spell.
Mark seemed to realize what was happening too, staring down at himself as his muscle shirt pathetically swallowed him up. “Fuck!” he squeaked. “Stop the spell!”
But I didn’t. I kept going. Kept chanting. I reached down to grab the shirt off of him and slid in, flexing my huge fucking arms over his head as I chanted over and over and over, my body swelling bigger and bigger, Mark dwindling away shorter and shorter. He was barely up to my waist now, my thick naked cock and balls brushing over his head. I picked up the gym shorts that shrunken little Mark had been wearing a minute ago and slid them on, my enlarged junk jutting out in an obscene package.
“Fuck, man, you’re so big,” he whimpered, naked and tiny. He took a step backwards and fell over on his ass, a clumsy tiny twerp.
“Big,” I grunted, finally breaking the spellcasting. I flexed my arms over him, grinning mightily. It felt so good. So strong. So big. So dumb. I tried to remember words, to make a sentence, but my mind was muddy and stupid and I could only think about my body now. I rubbed my pecs, thick and hard, then reached down to stroke my dick.
“Okay, but can you read the reversal spell?” tiny Mark asked.
“Read?” I said. “What read?” I flexed some more. Stared at myself, rubbed my thick huge ass.
“Shit, man, what happened to you?” Mark said, starting to panic. I didn’t understand. But I could tell he was upset. Maybe if I rubbed him on my dick it would calm him down, I thought, and reached down to grab my squeaky little friend.
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