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[slmbullmadrid]

[growing-charlie]

Guess this is my little Tumblr introduction, ex jock, himbo?........Nah I just like to eat but I lost my abs 🐷

[thehog0]

330. God, I love turning into a ball of lard 🐷 Grow me bigger 🐖

[cantstopgaining]

Late night snacking 😈

[wiskie]

Pigged out on Jack-in-the-Box 😵‍💫

[wiskie]

holy shittt

[aattgcgga]

Hehe Oink Oink

[the-masculine-alpha]

REBLOG

IF YOU WANT

TO BE A

DUMB MUSCLE JOCK

May your passion for building muscle intensify with each passing moment

[juicedcatboy]

Someone come force feed me until this belly is bulging with potential growth

[stuffedgut]

[fillthattank]

When you leave a jock unsupervised in the kitchen

[stackedlikeflapjacks]

Burp* I’m just a little bloated…

[bulkbeast]

He just wants to make me fatter and fatter, how big will it make me next year?

[bulkbeast]

Uhm... when did it get this big? 😳

[themusclemaker]

It had been two weeks since Marc had first received that email from XXX GROWTH asking him to become a brand ambassador. Marc had always been a big guy, always hitting the gym chasing that sweet pump and longing for more size. By the first year of high school Marc already gave most adult men a run for their money, he was tall, ripped and handsome and was quickly becoming the most popular kid in the school despite his young age. As he continued to grow Marc began to dominate the school football team and annihilated the wrestling team. By the time college came around he’d been awarded a sports scholarship and soon enough realised that the other guys were catching up to him in size.

Marc began throwing his all at the gym, lifting, sweating and eating like a crazed muscle bull and quickly drew attention from pros and sponsors alike. When he’d received the email from XXX GROWTH he assumed it was going to be the same as every other sponsorship deal, make a few social media posts, pose in a couple of skimpy stringers and rep their brand. Much to his surprise XXX GROWTH didn’t ask for any of that, all they wanted was for him to agree to fly out, all expenses paid, to their next Bodybuilding expo and run their stall. Figuring he had nothing to lose Marc had quickly accepted the offer.

By the time the expo came around Marc had grown even more, now standing at an impressive 6 foot four and looking like something from the Mr Olympia stage he was the stand out figure, even in a room filled with bodybuilders and muscle beasts. “Simple, enough” Marc thought…”stand behind a stall for five days, flex every now and then and fly back home with six figures added to his bank account. It was two days into the expo and Marc had downed more bottles of XXX GROWTH protein than he could count, trying to keep himself cool inside the stuffy expo hall. What he didn’t seem to realise is that the formula was having some sort of allergic reaction to his unnaturally high testosterone levels. While the visitors and stall owners sat and watched his muscled frame expand and swell with every sip of his protein shake, Marc remained oblivious, still downing bottle after bottle. 

By the end of day two Marc’s body had grown to more than twice the size it had been at the beginning of the expo, his once well fitting tanks and shorts barely concealing his godly frame. His arms alone were the width of most of the guys visiting his stall and he showed no signs of stopping. Those watching on, half terrified, half lusting for his awesome body could do nothing but wait and see how big would grow, with only two days gone and three to go he might just outgrow the arena.

[fatboybr98]

[alphajocklover]

Captions #1

So, a friend of mine (@abfbm ) like to play this game where we send each other pictures, and come up with short captions for them! It's a lot of fun, and some of them have actually been pretty great, so I decided to post some of the ones I wrote out! With his permission of course. So, here's a series of short captions I wrote for pictures he sent to me! Tell me what you all think!

"Didn't think that getting stud earrings would turn me into an actual stud, but I definitely don't mind it!"

Spent my whole life as a scrawny emo, until my Uncle took me under his wing over the summer. I can't wait to see the look on my bullies faces when I take off my baggy hoodie

"Hey babe! Worked out hard at the gym today. Having me drain your masculinity was the the best idea you ever had! Now you get to be the girl you've always been, and I get some giant muscles for you to worship~"

"My boyfriend just sent me the hottest photo! I never thought a hunky quarterback like him would fall for a geeky guy like me. Although I didn't think genies existed either haha. Lucky me!"

“When someone asks him to prove his claims of ‘Arab Superiority’ all this stud does is flex

I used the muscle growth serum so that I could make myself big enough to beat up my bully. Didn't realized it'd turn him on so much that my jock bully would become my himbo boyfriend

Muscle vampires don't actually have fangs, but getting those fang piercings seemed like a funny joke at the time

When my Uncle invited me to go to the family lakehouse, which has been in our family for generations, I thought it'd be boring When my Uncle suggested I take a dip in the lake at midnight to see the full moon because it would help me '"fulfill my potential," I figured he was just being poetic If someone had asked me if I wanted to be a hunky, muscular jock with a huge dick, bigger libido, enormous ego and the hots for his Uncle, I would have been disgusted and said no Only now, with my Uncles hard cock in my muscular jock ass, do I realize the obvious: I was so fucking wrong

I've left my weakness behind me. Only time I look back now is to admire my own

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Hope you enjoyed!

[just-gorge-ous]

Mass monster chugging carbs...

[fillthattank]

"Your meals should always feel like a workout. If making it all fit starts to get easy, add another shake."

[jakelandryshorts]

Werewolf Cowboy

“Can’t get in without a costume,” the bouncer said. He crossed his arms over his meaty chest.

“Cowboy,” Jason argued as he pointed to his hat and boots. He’d had them for decades since he’d moved out of Texas and just decided to try them on again. Same with his plaid shirt and jeans.

The bouncer rolled his eyes. “Not enough. Can’t get in without a costume,” he repeated.

“How’s cowboy not enough?” Jason argued.

“First off? Cause you don’t look like one. Jeans and a hat don’t make you a cowboy. Second? Cause I don’t like you,” the bouncer’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck did I do?” Jason demanded. He’d been coming to this bar for a few months now, but didn’t feel like he’d pissed anyone off that much. Sure, he’d gotten a bit rowdy when no one would go home with him, but he’d never left with a fight or anything. Just a few loud choice words that might have started a fight if he wasn’t so sloshed that he could barely stand up.

Again, the bouncer rolled his eyes. “How bout this?” He dug into a bag next to him and pulled out a werewolf mask. “You put this on and promise to be a good boy and I’ll let you in. Deal?”

Jason stared at the mask. “Deal,” he snatched it out of the bouncer’s hand and put it on. “Good?” Then felt his cowboy hat placed back onto his head.

“Good,” he said moving out of the way so Jason could go inside.

“Asshole…” Jason muttered under his breath as he headed inside. The entire bar was pumping and there was barely any room to move around. It was one of the reasons that Jason hated wearing masks like this. They were always so stuffy and near impossible to see out of. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped.

The girl gave him a side eye and kept walking. “Bitch,” he muttered. He pulled at the mask a bit. Somehow it was feeling even stuffier than it had been just a few minutes before. He hated this constricting feeling. Pulling at it only seemed to make it even worse.

Even stranger was the weird feeling throughout the rest of his body. The drink had run down his shirt, but somehow it felt constricting all over his body. He pulled at that as well, trying to loosen up the fabric. “This fucking sucks,” he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow as he complained. Really it was his whole body was burning up.

“What the hell?” he demanded to no one in particular. Instead he undid a button on his shirt. But as he looked back up an anger shot through him. Someone else was dressed just like his cowboy; plaid button down, jeans, boots and a hat. “Yo,” he walked over to the other guy and put a hand on his shoulder.

The guy spun around, but shrunk back in on himself as he saw Jason. It was a bit odd as Jason never thought of himself as that big of a guy. Sure 6’ wasn’t small, but it’s not like he worked out like crazy. He just had fairly average physique. “Yo?” the guy almost squeaked.

“The bouncer let you in but not me? What the hell?” Jason cursed.

“Bouncer?” the guy looked up at him, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. The bouncer,” Jason spat back. He looked back at the front door, noticing no one there. “Fuck. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I put this stupid shit on for no reason? Fuck this.” He pulled the mask off his face and felt a cool breeze run across his face.

‘A deal’s a deal,’ he heard whispered into his ear.

Something about his body suddenly felt off. He was sweating but felt indescribably cold. His muscles felt tired and weak but more like he’d just finished a grueling workout than from anything else. The clothes he was wearing felt incredibly tight. Tighter than they ever had been.

“Bro? You alright?”

It was like the world was starting to spin. Jason was looking down, even further at the man in front of him. The guy looked so small all of a sudden. “Ye-ah…” Jason let the word fall out of his mouth. He stumbled over himself as he beelined it too the bathroom. His body felt different. He couldn’t place it.

“What the hell?” he felt himself growl as he splashed water on his face. It barely seemed to do anything as he still felt the sudden hot flash run through his entire body. Jason looked up at his face in the mirror. His mouth hung open as he saw what color his eyes were. Bright yellow. His hands went to his face, but sharp black claws were protruding out of his fingers.

Thick black fur had run down his fingers and covered his hands. He could see black paw pads starting to emerge from his palms and the tips of each of his fingers. He let out a few whimpers as the bones in his body started to crack and grow. His shoulders jutted upward and widened giving him a much wider frame. The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt didn’t stand a chance as thick muscular arms tore the fabric off his arms.

Brown fur continued to climb up his arms and cover his body. Jason scratched at it, accidently ripping open his shirt in the process. Two massive pecs bounced out of his body and the light pudge he’d been gaining since he’d hit thirty had turned into an impressive six pack. The brown fur only seemed to make it look even more defined as it cascaded in between the muscles.

His jeans couldn’t contain the enormous muscles building underneath them. They started with small tears and then just ripped down the sides. His body fell forward as the bones in his feet shifted. The weight of his body was more on his toes than it had been on the balls of his feet. He fell forward as massive black claws burst out of his leather boots. The bones in his feet cracked and snapped as they shifted more into wolf paws the size of 16 sized shoes. The boots were crushed under their colossal size.

Jason let out gasps for air as the pain shot through him. He snapped his jaw feeling the immense pressure of it starting to grow out in front of him. His nose bent backwards and turned black. Huge, sharp teeth filled his mouth and a louder snap with each closing of his jaws echoed off the empty bathroom. The round shape of his ears turned into points then migrated to the top of his head.

All he could make were deep primal grunts as he felt a sharp pain down his back side. His spine was elongating past his body and brown fur started to cover the new appendage. Jason tried to make words but the shape of his mouth and tongue made it near impossible. He looked at his wolf form, a bit of fear in his eyes. Even if as he stood at a new 7’6” height with muscles bodybuilders would dream of, he couldn’t understand what had happened.

“All you had to do was be a good boy and leave the mask on,” a familiar voice echoed in his ears. Jason turned to see the bouncer. “Of course I knew you couldn’t. Oh well.”

Jason turned his anger to the bouncer, snarling. His sharp teeth showed.

“Stop.” Instantly Jason felt his face go back to normal. “Sit.” His large body dropped to the floor, hands placed between his paws. “Good boy,” the bouncer pet his head. Jason felt his tail start wagging. Confusion hit him as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t disobey, but the pleasant feeling of the praise washed it away. “Now. Let’s go home… I got a nice new collar for you.” The bouncer pulled out a spiked collar with a leash attached to it. He snapped his fingers and a red portal appeared in the bathroom.

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