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Sports Car - A TF Short

Carl frowned at the sight of his reflection in the mirror. His thin arms struggled to show any definition despite his efforts to flex. He had been going to the gym for months now, but it yielded no results. He even bought a loose tang top as encouragement to grow into, but it only made him sad that it looked just as loose as the day he bought it.

He held his head down as he left the locker room of his local gym and headed to the exit. Any time he looked up, he was met with the sight of massive guys with bulging muscles.

He left the building, debating whether he should ever go back. All this work, and all it's gotten him is more pain. The decision weighs heavy on his mind as he walks the maze-like parking lot. He unlocked the car and got in, completely missing the fact that it was not his car at all. He threw his bag in the bag seat, ignoring the shiny leather seats. His nose twitched as he got a whiff of the musky smell that permeated the car, but once again decided to ignore it. Pressing the start button, the car somehow started, despite the fact that he only had the keys to a completely different car. His eyes lit up as the futuristic display on his dash came to life, a stark contract to the set of broken manual displays on his car. Despite all this, Carl remained oblivious to the fact he was in another man's luxury sports car.

He pulled the seat belt over his scrawny body. As he locked in the seatbelt, the click echoed throughout his body. Suddenly his flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating two solid mounds of muscle. His pecs continued to grow until his tang top wrapped tight against his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Then his shoulders broadened, complementing his massive pecs and further tightening his tang top. It didn't take long for his biceps to grow, expanding until they were nearly the size of his head. Even his hands grew into thick man hands that matched his hulking biceps.

His spine started to grow longer until his head nearly reached the roof of his car. All the while the muscles on his back swelled until there was a landscape of defined muscles covering his entire back. Also, his waist slimmed down while a perfectly defined six pack formed on his stomach, giving him a top heavy body shape. Continuing downward, his flat ass started to inflate, growing with the perfect amount of muscle and fat to make his ass juicy and perky. And his unimpressive 5 inch dick also began to grow, snaking its way down his gym shorts. Every second it surges forward, finally stopping at 8 inches in length while soft and leaving a permanent bulge in his pants.

Aaron wouldn't dare skip leg day, as a result his thighs started to thicken, growing until they threatened to burst through his tiny gym shorts. His legs also grew longer, further adding to his newfound height and leaving him at a staggering 6"4. Unsurprisingly, his feet grew 8 sizes to reflect the hulking size of his body.

Finally his face started to change. His patchy stubble evened out into a well trimmed beard, perfectly showing off his much sharper jawline. His cheeks thinned out and his brow bone became more pronounced, making him look manlier. And his hair started to darken from a dirty blonde to dark brown, better matching his tanned skin.

As Aaron settled into his body, a few of his gym bros walked by. He decided to put on a show and bounce his pecs for them, something he often did for his boys. They all flexed in response, prompting a smile from Aaron. After all, how could he be sad after a good workout with the boys.

He revved his engine and sped out of the parking lot, showing off his over confidence with his loud sports car. He was rich and he was hot, life could not be better.

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Jockifier

*Knock Knock*

You take a step back from the large double doors, waiting for a response. It feels weird standing here, you promised to yourself that you would have nothing to do with frat houses when you went to college, but here you are standing in front of a door that says 'Alpha Phi' in bold.

After an uncomfortable amount of time, the large doors creak open. The smell of sweat and weed makes you recoil, but you can't leave yet. Once the doors fully open, you're met with the sight of two muscular pecs. You slowly look up, making eye contact with the jock.

"Hey bro, what's up?" He says in a slow drawl.

He flashes a charming smile as he leans against the door, filling the area with the sweaty stench of his armpits.

"Hey, ughhh. I came to pick up the jockifier..." You respond.

"Sure thing bro, let me get for ya."

The jock disappears for a moment before coming back with a futuristic laser gun in his hand. It baffles you how a frat filled with brainless hunks could get their hands on such a powerful device, but that won't stop you from taking advantage of it.

"How much do you want for it?" You ask.

"Zilch. It's totally free, little man. If anything, we should be paying you for spreading the word of Alpha Phi. It's like, free advertising."

You quickly stuff the laser gun into your bag and get out of there before anyone sees you. Pulling out your phone, you search through your emails and find the most recent email from Mr. Davis, the email that made you desperate enough to go to Alpha Phi for help. It reads;

"Hello, it has come to my attention that you are failing this class. I would like to discuss ways you could improve your grade. Come by my office anytime so we can talk."

Just reading the email has your face turning red. You follow exactly what he asks of you, but then marks your essays horribly. The email was sent after a particularly bad midterm, which was your last straw with this class. But it's a required class, so you can't just drop it. This is where the jockifier comes into play, if Mr. Davis turns into a dumb jock, he'll be too dumb to mark your essays poorly. It's a fool proof plan.

Standing outside of his office, you take a deep breath, trying to relax as your heart's beating a thousand times a minute. You open the door and confidently walk into his office.

He flinches, seemingly startled by your sudden entrance. But he quickly composes himself before smiling at you.

"Hey bud, c'mon in." He says in a friendly voice.

Without even saying anything, you pull out the jockifier and point it at him.

"Woah, buddy. What is that?" He says with a tremble in his voice.

You pull the trigger, causing the gun to start pulsing with light. The light grows stronger until all the energy is released into a bright beam of light. Mr. Davis tries to duck, covering his face with his hands, but the laser hits him right on his hands.

The recoil from the gun pushes you off balance and the bright flash of light disorients you, but you quickly regain your composure. You look over to Mr. Davis, he's just looking at his hands in shock.

He looks up at you, "What the hell did you do to me?"

Before you can respond, his hands suddenly start growing. In less than a second, his hands double in size, his fingers becoming thick and his palms growing wide with callouses covering his skin.

He looks down at his massive hands and yells, "what the fuck!?"

Unfortunately for him, that's just the beginning. His forearms grow larger than his biceps, with veins surfacing along his skin. His biceps swell to the size of his head, stretching the sleeves of his shirt to their limit. His shoulders broaden as his traps rise up to meet his growing neck.

Mr. Davis twitches as his head starts to change. His face becomes wider as his muscles make his cheeks puff out. He struggles to fight the transformation as it reaches his brain, but it doesn't take long for his brain to give in to the jockifier. You watch his eyes widen as his body relaxes.

He starts rubbing his chest as his pecs swell into two meaty slabs of muscle that press tightly against his shirt. His demeanor has changed significantly, reacting with satisfaction to the changes to his body rather than fear and panic.

The thin layer of fat on his belly melts away, turning into a perfectly defined six pack. And the muscles on his back have also swelled to form defined ridges of pure muscle.

He changes his posture as his ass starts to expand, growing thick and perky, filling all the empty space in his jeans. He lets out a moan as a bulge forms over his crotch, leaving little to the imagination. He leans back in his chair and starts rubbing his dick, not a care in the world that you're in the room with him.

As he does so, his legs start to grow, making his jeans skin tight around his muscly thighs. And his feet grow 8 sizes, causing his toes to burst out the front of his shoes.

As the transformation comes to an end, Mr. Davis seems to be too engulfed in his own hulking body to realize you're in the room.

"Mr. Davis?" You ask.

He opens his eyes and pulls his hand away from his crotch.

"Oh... Hey man." He responds, his voice is slow like the jock at Alpha Phi.

"I need you to change the grade on my midterm." You say, trying to sound commanding.

He stands from his chair, now towering over you by nearly a foot when you used to be the same height.

"What about a midterm?"

While asking the question, he starts flexing and admiring his muscles.

"I... Need... You... To-"

He interrupts you by grabbing the jockifier.

"What's this?" He says with a chuckle.

"It's nothing. Give that back."

You try to grab it, but he stiff arms you. His arms feel immovable, like a brick wall is holding you back.

"Jock...ifier, huh." He reads off the laser gun. "I'm sure a pipsqueak like you could use this."

He points the gun at you and pulls the trigger. The light blinds you before the laser hits you square in the face.

You stumble back as you feel your face begin to change. You can feel your jaw widen as an itchy beard spreads across your face. You grab your head as you feel it entering your brain. It's like a fog that's always obscuring your thoughts. You know you're trying to fight against something, but you can't quite remember what it is. That's when the intense urge to relax hits you, why stress so hard about something you can't remember, just lean back and relax.

You open your eyes and see Mr. Davis grinning at you as he puts the jockifier in his back pocket. You look down to see your chest rising like bread, growing into juicy pecs just like Mr. Davis, as a thick pelt of brown hair covers them. You moan as your shirt tightens around your chest, rubbing against your sensitive nipples.

But you're soon distracted by your growing arms as they swell to the size of Mr. Davis' arms, but with a coat of thick hairs. All topped off by hands that are large enough to cover your entire face.

Your midsection grows into a hairy muscle gut that rides up your tang top, showing off your hairy belly button. Your pants stretch to their limit trying to fit your massive thighs and juicy ass, only made worse when your dick doubles in size, creating an unmistakable bulge in your pants. As your cock swells, waves of pleasure echo through your growing body, making your knees weak.

And finally, just like Mr. Davis, you feel a tightness grow in your shoes as your feet expand, eventually bursting out of your shoes as they grow into a massive size 20.

"Being this swole... Feels so good bro!" You chuckle in a dumb voice as you flex your massive arms in front of Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis approaches you, still towering over you by a solid 6 inches, and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"You wanted me to change that midterm mark, yeah?" He asks

"Fuck yeah!"

"Then you'll have to do something for me, big guy."

He smiles and pushes you down to your knees. He slowly unzips his fly and lets his 8 inch cock spring out right in front of your mouth.

"And after you've finished your homework," he says as he pulls out the jockifier, puts it under your chin, and tilts your head back to look at his eye to eye. "We can have our fun with the jockifier. Do you understand, boy!"

"Yes sir!" You respond without hesitation.

"Good, now get to it before I change my mind."

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Bootcamp

Eddie faintly opened his eyes, watching the trees rush by through the window. The sound of the truck driving over dirt roads almost soothed him, reminding him of the road trips he used to do with his dad as a kid. But as the truck passed a tall barbed wire fence, he was reminded of the prison he was now stuck in.

The truck came to a stop beside a large building in the middle of the woods. Eddie, along with a couple of other guys around his age, were dragged out and forced to line up in front of the truck.

"You maggots all find yourself here because you lack respect. Respect for your families, for your country, and for masculinity." Shouted an intimidating man in a military uniform. "You will call me Sargeant and nothing else! Training starts immediately. You will be stripped of your possessions and shown to your room. Meet back here in 10 minutes or you will regret it!"

As the group made their way inside, the Sargeant stopped Eddie.

"Not you." He said, pulling Eddie back. "You're John's kid, right?"

"Ugh, yeah."

"Hah, just pathetic. Who knew a man like John could raise a freak like you. College rotted your brain, made you weak." The Sargeant laughed.

Eddie's eyes welled up as he thought of every time his father spoke to him just like that.

"Quit bitching!" He yelled. "Your father is a great man, he taught me everything I know. That's why he's entrusted me with making sure every last drop of queer is wrung out of you, and I won't let him down."

"My father is a monster." Eddie wiped away his tears.

The Sargeant frowned before slapping him across the face.

"I will break down every last part of you and rebuild you into a man your father can be proud of." The Sargeant smirks. "Now, put on some real clothes. None of that gay shit you're wearing."

He tossed a small duffle bag with some clothes inside. The smell of sweat hit him like a brick wall as he opened the bag. Eddie gagged as he pulled out a camo green jockstrap.

"It was your father's. I hoped it could make you more like him. Put it on. Now."

"What?" Eddie said, confused.

"You heard me! Stop being a pussy and get undressed."

Eddie got red as he started peeling off his clothes, revealing ribs under his pale skin. He paused for a moment, hesitating as he grabbed the jockstrap. He looked up at the Sargeant, feeling trapped by his intense glare. With an exasperated sigh, he slipped on the jockstrap.

The large jockstrap struggled to hold itself up around Eddie's skinny body. It looked comically large on him, but that wouldn't last long.

A warmth began to emanate from his crotch. His cock twitched as it started to swell, growing to a sizable 5 inches soft as it filled out the empty space in the jock.

"What the fuck!?" Eddie cried.

"Let it happen boy. That pecker of yours wasn't suitable for a real man, soon you'll be a breeding machine." The Sargeant laughed.

The jockstrap suddenly tightened around his waist as his flat ass rose like a loaf of bread, becoming round and perky. Something the gays would fawn over but couldn't have.

Even more, his chicken legs thickened as defined muscles rippled through his thighs and calves. And his shoes strained against his growing feet before bursting, showing off his wide, size 16 feet. Eddie was too distracted by his growing lower body to notice that he had grown taller, from a measly 5"6 to a more average 6"0, now standing eye to eye with the Sargeant.

Eddie desperately tried pulling the jockstrap off, but it didn't budge, as if it were part of him now.

"Not so fast." The Sargeant chuckled. "You ain't taking that off until every part of you has become worthy of being called a man."

Eddie struggled to find the words to say as the transformation continued to his upper body. His core tightened as his waist slimmed down, giving his body a V shape. His flat stomach rose into a strong set of abs with a healthy layer of fat on top. All while puffy muscles piled into his chest, creating two juicy pecs that bounced with every step he took.

"My god... This feels good." Eddie said in a completely foreign voice, deep and gruff, almost like his father's.

His body continued to grow. His height increased further, towering over the Sargeant at a staggering 6"5. And to match his height, his shoulders broadened, complimenting his large barrel shaped chest.

Eddie started to forgot how horrible this situation was as his arms surged with power. His biceps swelled to the size of his head, his forearms grew larger than his biceps used to be, and his hands doubled in size, becoming thick and calloused like those of an honest working man.

"That's right boy, enjoy it, you're becoming a real man!" The Sargeant shouted.

The muscles around Eddie's neck thickened as the transformation reached his head. His thoughts became cloudy as his face morphed. His jaw widened as his education faded away, being replaced by the traditional values instilled by his father. His skin weathered and aged as his time creating art turned into time hunting and training with his father. And his hair receded and shortened to a buzz cut as his boyfriend faded from his mind, being replaced by the countless girls from his hometown that he knocked up. But it's not his fault, strong seed just runs in the family, that's why Eddie's got countless half brothers and sisters out there.

And as a final touch, thick brown hairs began to sprout all over his skin as high levels of testosterone pumped through his body. A well trimmed beard grew across his sharp jaw, complimenting his receding hairline. And thick pelts of hair spread over his chest, stomach, arms, and legs. An intoxicating musky odour began to emanate from his body as sweat became trapped in his forests of hair.

"Feels good don't it." The Sargeant said as he approached Ed.

"Hell yeah, brother." Ed flexed with a dumb smile.

"Good man." The Sargeant patted him on the shoulder. "Here try these on for size."

The Sargeant pulled a hat, sunglasses, and boots out of the nearby duffle bag. They fit perfectly, making Ed look just like the other men helping run the camp, barring the lack of clothes.

"I like it Sarge." Ed said as he stepped onto the picnic table.

"Good. Though the clothes I brought for you won't fit, you grew larger than anyone here ever has."

"No shit I'm the strongest here." Ed started flexing again.

"You sure are." The Sargeant chuckled. "Follow me, big guy. I'm sure we have something inside that'll fit you. Then we can start your training."

[maturebeefformick]

GI Joey

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Colt Men's Magazine - Vol 2

- Prologue -

The sound of Erik's motorcycle echoed across the vast fields of the nearby farm as he drove past the open fence gate. He swung his bike to the side, grinding it to a halt and sending a cloud of dirt into the air. His boots clicked along the stone pathway as he approached the farmhouse. A sense of nostalgia had overcome him as he stepped across the creaky wooden porch, he had filmed in an old farmhouse like this before, it really brought him back.

The thought quickly left Erik's mind when he approached the front door, he was here on a mission. He turned the knob and let himself into the stranger's house. Breaking and entering would normally be more nerve wracking, but Erik had scouted this place for a while now. No one was home, the father always left on the weekends, spending his time in hotel rooms with a rotating door of women. The son, well the son was the reason Erik was here in the first place. The young man had been sneaking out to local gay bars while his father was gone, but didn't normally interact with anyone, preferring to watch from the sidelines. Erik had come to change that.

He wandered around the foreign house, eventually stumbling upon the son's room. He scoured every inch of the room, looking for something specific. He emptied drawers and examined every shelf in the room, it was only when checked under the bed did he find what he was looking for. A 2002 Colt Mens Calendar, a few years old by this point but still a classic.

Carl Hardwick, what a legend Erik thought.

He admired the cover for a moment before the sound of footsteps on the front porch distracted him. Erik grinned as he exited the bedroom. He walked back to the living room, close to the front door, and leaned against a door frame while watching the young man take off his boots.

It took a moment for the man to notice Erik watching him, but when he finally noticed, he froze like a statue.

"Don't be scared, son." Erik said in a gruff voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Who are you?" The young man asked. "What do you want!?" He blurted before Erik could even respond.

"I've come to help you out." Erik grinned.

The man slowly started moving to the door and reached for a shot gun on the wall.

"That won't be necessary, boy." Erik commanded. "Recognize this?" He said holding up the calendar.

"That's not what it looks like." The young man panicked. "It's... It's..."

"It's alright, son." Erik comforted him as he approached the young man. "You're 22 and still hiding from your father, still hiding from who you really are. I can change that."

"Wha-"

The young man couldn't even finish his sentence before Erik grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The man seemed shocked at first, but quickly relaxed and leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Erik's waist.

As Erik pulled away, he could already see the changes taking hold of the man. His clean shaven face had grown a thick black mustache right above his lip. Erik grinned as the young man's face aged into his forties, growing a five o'clock shadow over his chiseled face.

The man seemed to notice the changes happening to his body when his plaid button up started to tighten around his growing body. His sleeves strained around his thick biceps as his hands doubled in size, matching his manly look. His chest rose into two meaty pecs and his shoulders broadened to match, creating rippled muscles along his upper back.

He let out a moan in a deep gruff voice as his legs filled out the empty space in his jeans. His ass perked up, causing his crack to show right above the waistline while a large bulge formed in his crotch that quickly snaked into his pant leg.

The man bit his lip as he watched the transformation occur in the mirror. He grinned and licked the sweat off of his bushy mustache. As his buttons started to strain against his hunky body, he unbuttoned each one, revealing the forest of hair covering every inch of his mountainous muscles.

Erik watched his lips quiver as he witnessed his muscles rising like bread right in front of his eyes. He rubbed his man hands through the dense pelt of hair that covered his weathered skin, making the bulge in his pants grow larger by the second.

Now that he was distracted by his own body, the world began to shift around him, just like it had for Erik. His cowboy hat morphed into a leather cap, erasing any memories of being a cowboy from the man's mind. Meanwhile his hairline receded and his five o'clock shadow grew into an untamed beard, complimenting his more mature look.

His jeans disappeared, leaving him in nothing but a small leather jockstrap, just barely big enough to contain his manhood. At the same time, his body continued to grow. His six pack swelled into a small muscle gut and his arms surpassed Erik's in size. Also, now unrestricted by clothing, his ass expanded even further, becoming two meaty globes that clapped when he walked.

Finally, black leather boots formed around his massive feet as the room around him began to change. His once familiar home quickly transformed into a lively bar, where men of all types flocked around him.

"We love you Carl!" A man in the crowd shouted.

Carl, now fully aware of his surroundings, smiled as men stuffed bills into his jockstrap.

He loved the attention, it felt... natural. He was about to give them the performance of a lifetime.

- Current Day -

The roar of the crowd is muffled as Erik walks out of the bar. The morning sun scorches his eyes as he steps out on the hot summer day. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath of fresh air, something he hasn't gotten since the sun set the night before. He rubs his finger along his neck, feeling the soreness where hickies cover his skin.

Erik couldn't help but smile. What used to be a lonely town with a dying gay scene now had a bustling night club filled with men straight out of a Colt Mens Calendar. All thanks to him.

It's been a great night, but Erik calls it for the day, figuring he should get some sleep before doing it all again the next night.

He stumbles over to the nearby gas station, where he parked his bike the night before. She's a couple years past her prime, but she's still kicking. But just as he's about to drive off, he notices something strange. It's a Colt Mens magazine on the ground. He picks it up, or at least what's left of it. Most of the pages are ripped out, left as shreds blowing away in the wind.

"Pete." Erik says as he runs his finger down the cover page, licking the sweat of his mustache.

"Disgusting, ain't it?"

Erik looks up to see another man filling up his motorcycle.

"It's a real shame those queers are allowed to walk 'round these streets like there ain't nothin' wrong about 'em." The man continues. "Can't even tell most of 'em apart no more. They blend in with real men like us."

"Yeah..." Erik says in a somber tone.

"You be careful now." The man says as he gets on his bike. "Never know when one of them might be face to face with ya."

"Thanks for letting me know." Erik responds as he approaches the man. "I'll let you know something."

"What's that?" The man asks.

Erik gets close up to the man, close enough to feel the man's breath on his skin.

"You're looking at one... Right... Now."

Erik grins before pulling the man in for a kiss. He makes sure to get tongue and all, tasting the cigars and whiskey on his tongue. The man quickly pulls away, giving the most disgusted glare Erik has ever seen.

"You're gonna regret tha-" The man stops dead in his tracks.

"Gonna regret what?" Erik teases him.

The man looks down at himself as his body begins to change. His beer gut starts to melt away until a six pack emerges under the fat. His man tits solidify, becoming tough slabs of meat as his weak arms swell to match his sculpted body.

"What... Are... You..." The man tries to say as his gravelly voice becomes buttery smooth.

His legs grow more defined and his flabby ass perks up, propping himself up further on his bike. And his fat pad disappears, allowing his growing cock to show off its full glory.

The man's face begins to twitch before his facial features start to regain some youth. His wrinkly skin becomes plump and smooth as his wiry body hairs become neat and well trimmed, forming a short beard over his sharp jawline. And dark hairs start to grow all over his balding head, leaving him looking decades younger than he had moments earlier.

Pete watches as his ratty oversized clothes disappear, leaving only a few leather bands around his arms, and a baseball cap with COLT written in bold. He looks back at Erik and nods.

"See ya around Erik."

"Nice catching up, Pete." Erik smiles as Pete rides off on his bike.

"Freeze!" A shaky voice yells from behind Erik.

He turns to see a cop pointing a gun at him.

"What did you do to him!?" The cop yells.

Erik puts his hands up. "Woah, you must be mistaken officer, I was just catching up with an old friend." He chuckles. "That's not illegal, is it?"

"I... I saw you..." The newbie officer stutters.

"You saw me what?" Erik asks as he slowly steps closer to the cop.

"You... Changed him..." The cops eyes widen.

"I made him better." Erik continues to step closer to the officer.

The officer looks deep in thought, so Erik takes his shot. He charges the cop, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him to the wall. Erik towers over him as he holds the man's skrawny arms against the wall of the gas station.

"Change me!" The cop says.

"What?" Erik asks, genuinely confused.

"Whatever you did to him, I want you to do it to me."

"Why?"

"Nobody takes me seriously." The cop looks up at Erik. "I want to be strong like you, confident like you."

"It's not that simple. I need someone as a template." Erik admits.

"Make me the man of your dreams. No template."

Erik thinks for a moment. It just might work. While still pinning the man to the wall, Erik leans in for a kiss. He starts to imagine the perfect man in his arms, just the thought makes him hard.

Erik opens his eyes to see the cop has already begun to grow. His uniform tightens around his growing biceps and swelling pecs as the buttons pop off one by one. His uniform falls to the ground in shreds, showing off leather straps around his chest while a thick pelt of hair covers nearly every inch of his body.

Erik smiles as he awaits his perfect man, but his patience wears thin. As the cops face starts to age, Erik throats off his clothes and leans in for another kiss. The bristles of the cops new beard tickle his lips as they lock.

He pins the cop with his face against the wall, and pulls out his dick.

"You're under arrest." He smiles as he forces the cop to the ground.

The cop continues to grow, outgrowing Erik with thick arms, a bloated belly, and a perky ass.

"Don't try to resist." Erik climbs on top of the cop.

The cop gasps as Erik penetrates him, and with every thrust, he grows. His biceps swell and his dick nearly doubles in size, all while he ages into his forties, growing wrinkles on his forehead and grey hairs behind his receding hairline.

He moans in a gruff voice as Erik speeds up, thrusting all his weight on him. Erik grunts louder and louder until he releases his seed into the cop, bloating his muscle gut even more.

Erik rises to his feet, only now realizing the cop is sporting a leather vest and tight leather pants. He helps the cop to his feet, watching as the man now towers over him.

"I think you rearranged my organs." The cop laughs.

"It's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." Erik grabs him by the hand and drags him to his motorcycle.

"I want you to do unspeakable things to me tonight."

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Colt Men's Magazine

"Hey Mike!" You say as you walk through the door.

"Oh... Hey man." He raises his hand in a half hearted wave before turning his attention back to what he was doing.

He's always been disinterested in you since you became roommates at the start of the semester. At first you thought it was because he's a couple years older than you, but now it feels like he knows you like him, and he doesn't feel the same way. But he'd be more concerned if he really knew how much you like him. You think about him all the time, you have mental images of his ripped body in skin tight gym clothes. You always fantasize about what he would look like when he's older, with a salt and pepper beard, a thick pelt of hair covering his thick pecs, and sexy wrinkles around his eyes.

You stop for a moment, hoping he'll say more, but he doesn't. Cutting your losses, you awkwardly shuffle to your bedroom and immediately open your desk. Inside lays a pile of old gay magazines, which you quickly flip through before pulling out a 2001 issue Colt Men's Magazine, your favourite.

You throw yourself onto the bed and stare intently at the cover page.

The man of your dreams stares back. Strong, hairy, sexy, everything you want in a man. The kind of man you imagine Mike becoming in 20 years. You trace your finger along the hair on his chest, imagining you were really brushing your hand through his hair. The fantasy becomes more and more vivid as you fall into a trance, unable to notice that your body is beginning to change.

As you imagine your hands rubbing his thick arms, your biceps swell to the size of your head, veins surface along your forearms that accentuate your thickened muscle, and your hands double in size, becoming thick and calloused. Your shirt starts to strain as your shoulders broaden, matching the hulking size of your arms. And your hairless arms quickly grow a pelt of black hair spreads from your biceps to your hands, even covering the backs of your fingers.

You imagine your hands gliding through the forest of hair covering his chest. With each breath, your chest rises, but it doesn't fall, instead becoming larger and larger with each breath. Your shirt rips open, revealing two meaty pecs with a thick dusting of hair. Your stomach soon follows suit, rising like bread as muscle creates a strong set of abs that quickly get covered in a thin layer of fat.

Your body hair spreads from your chest, creating a trail across your stomach, and continuing down into your crotch.

You let your imagination run wild as you grab his dick, pretending it's 10 inches long and as thick as a pop can. Your back arches as the bulge in your pants starts to grow, making an unmistakable lump that goes down the side of your pant leg. An involuntary moan escapes your lips as your balls double in size, making your bulge even bigger. Your voice is unrecognizable from what it was moments earlier, now sounding deep and mature.

You pull the man close, feeling his warmth radiate onto you as you reach around him and grab his ass. As you imagine your hand sinking into his plump ass cheeks, your flat ass begins to grow. Your jeans strain as they struggle to find room for your perky ass. The fly gives you, sending a shockwave through your soft yet firm ass cheeks. Small tears form along your jeans as they struggle to contain your thickening thighs, letting your thick leg hairs poke through.

Finally, you imagine yourself going in for the kiss. As you lock lips, you feel his thick beard tangle with your stubble as it grows in. It grows into a five o'clock shadow that perfectly compliments your square jaw and shape jawline. Your nose widens and your brow bone thickens as wrinkles form all across your face, giving you a much more mature look. And your hairline recedes slightly, becoming thinner on the top, adding to the mature look.

Suddenly, your eyes widen as you come to, finally escape the trance you were in. You breathe a sigh of relief before realizing something is off. The man on the cover of the magazine is different.

You analyse the man. He's a sexy, hairy older man, just like all the magazines you have. But then it clicks, this is you. It doesn't make sense, but it feels right, this is you. You jump off the bed, feeling the impact in your knees, and limp over to the mirror on the wall.

"Holy fuck!" You say in a deep sexy voice.

You flex in the mirror, admiring just how hot you are. The more you stare at yourself, the more it feels right. This is you.

That's when you notice everything around you has changed. Your gaming PC has been replaced by an old CRT TV, your walls are covered in 90's action movie posters, and your closet is filled with ripped jeans and tang tops. You take off the skin tight jeans that you're wearing and throw on some clothes from your closet that actually fit.

Making your way downstairs, you're surprised to see a man in the living room. It's not Mike, this man is older, hairier, and a whole lot sexier.

"I've been waiting for you Erik." He says while unbuttoning his shirt.

The name 'Erik' echoes in your head, it feels distant but familiar.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Tom" You say, biting your lip.

You didn't even know his name, it just felt natural.

Tom continues to unbutton his shirt as you get closer. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his thick hairy chest, just how you like it. He puts his hands on your hips, grabs your shirt, and pulls it off. His hands radiate warmth as they glide across your bare skin, and his breath feels hot against your face as he leans in close. You both pause, mere centimeters apart, before you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

As you make you, Tom starts to unbutton your jeans, letting your near footlong cock spring up in front of you. Your hands drift down his back, across his hips, and to his crotch as you unbutton and remove his pants. You grab his ass with both hands and lift him off the ground before throwing him onto the pullout bed behind him. You slowly crawl into the bed and lay your muscular body over his.

A few seconds feel like hours in paradise with Tom. You're both sweating buckets and you've started to leak pre cum. And as if you've done this many times before, you flip Tom onto his stomach, spread his ass cheeks, and stick your cock into his ass. He lets out a satisfied moan as you keep pushing deeper, taking it like it was nothing. You start slow, but knowing he can handle it, you pick up the pace until you're violently shaking the bed with each thrust. Your grunts get deeper and more animalistic as his moans get louder and louder, until you pull out and shoot ropes and ropes of cum all over Tom's back.

You sit back onto the bed, drenched in sweat and panting. Tom turns to face you.

"I don't know what fire lit inside you, but that was fucking amazing babe!" He smiles and leans in for a kiss. "The audience is gonna love it."

"The audience?" You ask.

"The people watching, dummy." He points over to the camera man recording them.

"Oh, right." You chuckle, completely forgetting that you were supposed to be shooting today.

"C'mon, we gotta shoot the cover page."

Tom sits up beside you and wraps one arm around you while the other reaches up and pinches your nipple. You give a smoldering glare to the camera, just like in the magazine you were looking at earlier.

The camera lets out a blinding flash with a satisfying click.

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Awaken the Beast

10...

11...

12.

You count in your mind, finally finishing your last set. You wipe down the seat before making your way back to the locker room. Though you get distracted when you pass by a large mirror spanning from the floor to the ceiling. It kinda shocks you seeing the gains you've gotten in the past couple of months since you decided to go to the gym. You crouch down and pull out your phone, taking a mirror selfie.

You smile, proud of your accomplishments before getting up and continuing to the locker room. As you walk, you keep glancing over to the mirror and flexing. You're looking over so much in fact, that you run right into someone.

"Sorry man, I wasn't looking where I was going." You say as you turn towards the man you just bumped into.

"Holy shit! This guy's massive." You think as the beast of a man turns toward you.

He locks eyes with you, and something in you changes. He starts flexing as you stare intently. Normally you would just walk away, as any normal person would, but you can't seem to move. You don't want to move. You want to stay and watch him.

With every pose the man strikes, you grow more infatuated. His massive biceps, his juicy pecs, and the hair covering every part of his body but his shiny bald head. You're not gay but some part of you wants him, but you also want to be him, you want everything to do with him.

The beast smiles. You have completely fallen for his trap. He whistles at you like your his pet, and you follow along mindlessly. You follow him to the locker room, where he drags you into one of the shower stalls and pins you against the wall. You can feel his hard cock press into your lower back as he holds you against the wall. Normally this would never turn you on, but the growing pre-cum stain in your shorts says otherwise.

The beast's heavy breaths fall on the back of your neck, shooting tingles down your spine. His shorts drop to his ankles, and all you feel is his 8 inch rod tap against your back a couple times. Suddenly you feel the cold air against your bare ass when he pulls down your shorts. He spits on his dick and slowly sticks the tip into your tight ass. Almost like instinct, a loud moan escapes your lips. Like a mix of painful groans and pleasured moans, your voice echoed through the empty locker room.

Your hands clench the walls as his cock slips further and further into you. Just when you think he's fully inside you, he keeps pushing. You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his tennis ball sized testicles clap against your ass.

The beast quickly pulls his hips back, and prepares for round two. He thrusts his immense weight into you so hard that the wall creaks under the force. And as his balls clap against your ass, a wave of power surges through you. Your thighs pulse as the muscles swell, your abs become more defined, and your chest thickens into two solid pecs. He thrusts again and your biceps surge with strength, your shoulders broaden, and your chin becomes more square.

Every time the beast's cock penetrates you, every part of your body grows. Your thighs swell to the size of tree trunks and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. Your skin tight gym shorts rip to shreds as your ass grows round and juicy, and even your average 6 inch dick nearly doubled in size to a monstrous 11 inches, a breeding machine.

The beast speeds up as his groans become louder. With each thrust, a wave of power rushes through you and you lose more and more of the man you once were. Your perspective grows higher and higher as your spine elongates until you can see over the shower stall. You can feel the beast's beard rubbing against the middle of your back when it used to rub against the back of your neck. The height doesn't make you look any less jacked, however, as your shoulders continue to broaden. Your tiny tang top doesn't stand a chance as your chest expands into two massive mounds of muscle. Your biceps swell to the size of melons, putting bodybuilders to shame. Even your hands grow thick and calloused, making anything look comically small when you hold it.

The beast is growling like an animal as he thrusts his entire weight into you. And you hardly even noticed your moans becoming deep and gruff, sounding more and more like the beast behind you. You can tell he's close, but your transformation has yet to end. Your jaw cracks as it becomes wide and square, and your brow bone starts to stick out more making you look more primitive. Dark stubble starts to engulf your face, but quickly spreads down to the rest of your body, covering you in a thick pelt of hair.

The beast growls louder and louder until he lets out a primal roar that shakes the entire locker room. At the same time you feel a warm liquid fill you like a donut. It's the point of no return, any piece of the man you were this morning is never coming back. There is just the beast now.

You stumble out of the shower stall, still getting used to the soreness between your legs. You find an oversized set of gym clothes sitting on a bench and throw them on your hulking body. That's when you spot yourself in a mirror. In an instant, sex drive floods your body. You pull out your phone to take a picture of yourself flexing.

Your hand wanders to your crotch, wanting to be released from your need for sex. But the beast grabs your wrist and pulls it back.

"Not yet, you know what you need to do." The beast whispers into your ear.

Like a soldier given an order, you drop everything and walk over to the gym. Your eyes scan the gym and quickly spot a young man on the bench press. Your strong instinct kicks in. Such a weak pathetic little man, he needs to be saved.

You walk up from behind and start spotting the young man. You can see a nervous expression on his face when he sees a beast like you. When he starts to grow tired, you grab the bar and start pumping it up and down above his head. His body seems to go numb as his eyes focus on your bulging muscles, he has completely fallen for your trap.

A cocky smile forms on your face as you put the bar down and prepare to catch your prey. You pull him off the bench and onto his knees, where his head is perfectly aligned with your crotch. You pull down your shorts and whip out your cock, his eyes widen as he sees the 11 inch monster in front of him. Your massive hands grab the back of his head as he opens his mouth. He struggles to take your cock, but eventually you feel your tip hit the back of his throat.

The intense pleasure feels like electricity coursing through your body as his tongue dances on your dick. You can feel your hips buckling as you pump his head back and forth. Your primal grunting grows louder and louder, and you couldn't care less about what the other gym goers see. Right now it's just you and your prey.

You growl as you climax, shooting ropes of your seed into the young man's mouth. You were so focused on yourself, that you didn't even notice his muscles were much larger than they were before and his shirt looks much tighter against his body. You watch in satisfaction as he swallows, all while a thick salt and pepper beard grows over his aging face. His transformation accelerates as your seed travels through his body. His pecs bulge out of his tang top as his biceps swell to the size of melons. His ass expands into two fat but perky cheeks as his thighs double in size.

As his transformation slows down, he sits up on the bench. You watch as he intensely stares at his reflection, the massive bulge in his shorts growing as he does.

You grab his chin, pulling his gaze towards you.

"Not now. You know what you need to do." You growl.

The beast gets up and scouts the gym. Most of the men in the gym have already had their beasts awakened, so you'll just have to find prey elsewhere. There's plenty to choose from out there, and you'll never be satisfied until every man has awakened the beast inside.

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Under New Management

The smell of sweat hits hard when I enter the gym. I haven't been in a gym in years, but just the smell is enough to bring me back. There is a jacked Arab dude sitting behind the reception, I just tell him I'm here for an interview and he lets me by.

I felt so out of place here. I'm this skinny white guy walking through a gym filled with built Arab guys. I start to wonder how good my chances are of getting this job. I figured my degree in business and experience managing other businesses would be enough, but now I'm starting to wonder if I'm too much of an outsider.

I tell myself this isn't the time to overthink as I make my way to the office. I have to walk past the locker room to get to the office. I see a white guy getting into the showers, probably one of two non Arab guys I've seen here so far. I also walk past an older Arab guy who seems to be checking himself out in his phone's camera.

I find myself staring a bit too long and the man looks up from his phone, making eye contact with me. I quickly look down and continue walking.

"Are you here for the interview?" The man asks. I stop in my tracks and nervously say yes. I feel the butterflies fill my stomach as I realize he's the manager of the gym. I'm already off to an awful start. "Go ahead son, I'll get dressed and meet you there." The man points to his office down the hall. I just nod and walk away.

A few minutes later, the man walks in wearing a nice black suit and expensive looking jewellery. He sits down at his desk and gets right into the interview. I get more and more confident and the interview goes on. He seems quite nice, if a little intimidating.

"You know..." The man sounds more genuine, "I am getting too old for this job. How do you feel starting right away?" He asks. My heart sinks, I have to think quick. "Of course!" I blurt out.

"Great" he says, "it is tradition in this gym to pass down this watch through management." He takes off his expensive looking silver watch and passes it to me. I hesitate for a moment before grabbing it and sliding onto my wrist. The watch feels good on my skin, the cold of the metal is refreshing. I look at the watch and admire its beauty when I see something changing. My hands are... growing. My hands crack as the bones grow, making my hands wide and my fingers long. My thin fingers thicken as muscle and fat pile into them, and callouses cover my palms. My forearms start to thicken as veins start to surface under my skin. They grow until they burst through the button on my sleeve. I also notice my skin start to darken into a tan colour, resembling that of the man who interviewed me. Thick dark hair starts to sprout on my hands and my forearms, giving them a touch and ragged look. I feel the transformation move up my arm and to my biceps. They grow and grow, making my sleeves tight as skin around them. My shoulders broaden and my chest pumps outward, popping off the top couple buttons on my shirt. My shirt strains further as I grow two massive pecs with a thick pelt of hair covering them. The fat in my stomach melts away, revealing a defined six pack that also gets covered in dark hairs.

I feel my pants tighten as my ass perks up and my thighs thicken. I grab my crotch with my massive hand and feel my dick grow larger and larger until a visible bulge forms in my pants. I feel the scratch of hairs growing all down my legs. Suddenly my feet burst from the dress shoes I was wearing, revealing my massive hairy feet.

Finally I feel my face shifting around. My brow bone becomes more prominent and my nose becomes larger. I feel my face sliming down as a big bushy beard grows on my face. I also feel the hair on my head recede until it's only a short buzz cut.

I sit there for a moment, getting used to my body as memories flood into my head. My childhood in Pakistan, moving to America when I was a young man with my father. He bought this gym, allowing me to workout constantly. And now he is passing the gym onto me.

"I am proud of you son. I'm happy you get to take over the family business." Father says to me.

"Thank you father." I respond in a deep voice with a heavy accent.

I walk out of the interview room, and back through the locker room. As I walk through, however, I see that American man getting out of the shower. I would normally be okay with the occasional American being at the gym, but today I was not feeling as generous. I approach him as he is drying off outside the shower.

"What the hell are yo-" the man tries to say, but he pauses as I forcefully grab his wrist. Suddenly the once skinny man begins to rapidly grow. His biceps became massive, his pecs thickened, and his stomach fat melted away revealing a defined six pack. Every part of his body continued to grow, his ass grew fat and round, his dick doubled in size, now being the thickness of a pop can, and his thighs thickened until they rubbed together. His skin started to darken, going from a pale white to an almost bronze brown colour and thick dark hairs sprouted all over his body. A thick forest of hair quickly covered his chest, stomach, arms, and legs. His thin blonde hair became a wavy jet black buzz cut as his once clean shaven face grew a thick beard.

"Good workout brother." I give him a firm tap on his shoulder and he nods back at me. He is a beast of a man, and a loyal customer at the gym, one of many good men who come here.

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You Look Like Your Father

"You look familiar." The coach said, looking curiously at the newest player on the team.

"Me?" The young man asked, slightly intimidated by his new football coach.

"Yes, you. What's your name son?"

"James Garland." He responded.

"Ahh that's where I know you from. Your father went here right?" The coach broke the tension with a hearty laugh.

"Ugghh, yeah."

"I played football with him back when we were students, back before he left for the city life. Well I'm glad you're back, I'll have to catch up with him sometime." He seemed to reminisce for a moment.

"Oh... Cool." James tried not to sound as uninterested as he was. He just showed up for his first practice and is already on a good page with his coach, so he doesn't want to blow it.

"You know, you look exactly like your father." The coach continued, standing up from his chair.

"I do?" James asked.

The coach stood in front of him, towering over the young man. The intimidating man was peeking through his charming mask once again.

"Yeah. He had such big muscles, like you." He said as he grabbed James' arms.

This confused him even further, as James was quite skinny, especially for a college football player. His father, on the other hand, had the classic football jock physique. Big arms and broad shoulders. James appreciated the attempt at a compliment, but considers the coach's hands could fully wrap around his biceps, he wasn't nearly as strong as his father.

But something felt different when the coach's warm hands touched his skin. The warmth spread like wildfire through his arms, making him feel like he was by a campfire. He looked down and watched as his arms began to grow. At first it was hardly noticeable, looking slightly swollen like they would after a workout. But they quickly started to grow faster and faster. Muscle packed into his biceps, making them grow larger than a football, ripping straight through the sleeves of his shirt.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, James knew this was wrong, that he shouldn't want this. But the way his biceps now pressed against his torso made him want more.

His forearms followed suit, nearly doubling in size as a thick pelt of black hairs grew over his skin. The bones in his hands cracked, rearranged, and grew until they were large enough to easily grip a football with one hand. His fingers became thick and meaty with callouses from decades of playing football.

"Oh and those broad shoulders, you know your father was known for having massive shoulders back in the day." The coach said while shifting his hands up towards James' shoulders.

His collarbone and shoulder blade stuck out from his body, and his shoulders were about as wide as his hips, giving him a boxy look. But as the coach rubbed his hands across James' skin, his bones started disappearing under a thick layer of meat. His traps created a thick mound of muscle that layed on top of his shoulders, which were in the process of broadening and tearing through his tiny shirt. His upper body widened, which along with his much larger arms, gave him a hulking wingspan of 6"4.

"And I could never forget his meaty pecs. He used to let me suck on em' if I scored a touchdown. Did you know that he even had a manly coat of hair on his chest back then." The coach continued as his hands drifted down to James' chest.

His flat chest rapidly expanded under the touch of his coach. Once a flat landscape, now there were two juicy pecs that created a shelf over his stomach, finally shredding his shirt to pieces and leaving his shirtless. And a thick layer of short dark hairs sprouted all over his upper body, especially on his pecs and in his armpits.

"He had a perfect set of abs too, though I'd imagine, like most of us, he's lost that in time." He chuckles as he slaps his gut.

Moving his hands down, James' flabby stomach hardens into a defined six pack before a thin layer of fat fades the six pack. His hips stay thin, making his shoulders much wider than his hips. And a sharp V line appears above his crotch as a treasure trail of hair grows along his abs.

James also noticed he was now standing eye to eye with his coach, the coach that was easily 6 inches taller than him just moments ago.

"Oh, I gotta get this right. Your father had the nicest ass I'd ever seen. Round and perky, but still large enough to make his teammates stare whenever he was on the field."

The coach stepped closer to James, wrapping his hands around his growing body and grabbing his non-existent ass. With a firm squeeze, muscle and fat poured into James' ass, enough muscle to keep it round but enough fat to make it jiggle when he walked. His jeans strained slightly as his ass started to spill out the top, but they held on.

"And when we'd shower after our games, your father would choose the player he thought played the worst and top them in front of everybody. His cock was so big, most of our players had loose assholes by the end of the season."

Coach firmly grabbed James' crotch, smirking when he felt that James was already hard as a brick. His modest dick started to swell, snaking down the leg of his jeans and creating a thick bulge that would be visible no matter the clothes he wore. It was something that always made James insecure, watching his father parade around showing off his manhood. Well that insecurity melted away as his dick passed 10 inches, creating a bulge nearly as thick as a pop can in his skin tight jeans.

"Being the quarterback and all, your father had quite the set of thighs. Strong enough to withstand a tackle from any man. But cursed to chafe whenever he moved, because his thighs were always rubbing together."

Coachs hands slid down James' legs. His twig-like thighs exploded with muscle and fat. His jeans ripped in some places but held on, making them look like ripped skinny jeans on James' massive legs. A familiar pelt of black hair grew all over his legs, making it stick out through the rips in his jeans. And his feet grew from a measly size 8 to a hulking size 18, easily bursting through his shoes.

"You're exactly the same height as your father too." Coach said as he looked up at the now 6"4 man towering over him.

"And finally, the moneymaker. The charmer that allowed him to get anyone in bed with him, his face. You've got a thick square jaw just like your father."

His soft jaw sharpened as the fat melted away from his face. His jaw squared out, growing a strong masculine chin as a five o'clock shadow grew over his once clean shaven face.

"Even back then, he had a thick mustache just like you."

A mature mustache filled his upper lip.

"Even those wrinkles look just like his."

Lines and creases started to form around his eyes and forehead as his facial features started to mature, making him look much older.

"And finally the classic James military buzz cut."

His medium length curly hair started to fall out, leaving behind a razor straight buzz cut. And his hairline receded slightly, adding to his mature look.

"It's James Sr. now." James' voice was deep and gruff, just like his father's.

"Of course big guy." Coach playfully punched his shoulder. "Hey, now that you're here. Why don't you be my assistant coach."

"I'm the coach." James stated as he pinned the former coach against the wall.

"Yes, Sir. It'll be like old times." The assistant coach responded.

"Just like old times?" James smiled as he unzipped his jeans.

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Star Of The Show

"Is that really safe?" A snobbish man in an expensive suit snarled.

"Yes Mr. Derry, how many times do I have to tell you. It'll make you into a prime bodybuilder just like you asked." The technician sighed.

"It better be, because I am an important stake holder in this bodybuilding competition and I paid a lot for this." Mr. Derry continued to whine, despite receiving exactly what he asked for.

"Here I brought your coffee, sir." Mr. Derry's assistant sheepishly held out a Starbucks coffee. He grumbled as he read the long list of modifications he needed in his coffee to drink it.

"This has coconut milk you idiot!" He shoved the coffee back into his assistant, sending the scrawny man stumbling back. In an attempt to regain his balance he flailed his arm into the large machine that sat nearby.

"I... I'm sorry sir." The assistant panicked. "I can fix it." He reached for the machine in an attempt to minimize the blowback from his boss. He tried to move the machine back to its original position.

"Wait no! Don't tou-" the technician was interrupted.

A blinding light erupted across the back stage as a concentrated beam shot into the assistants chest. He looked like a ragdoll being tossed across the room, slamming into the wall. No one even noticed what had happened while they tried to recover from the flash.

The assistant slowly got up, his head was spinning. He assumed it was from the crash into the wall, but it only got worse after he got up. A burning heat boiled inside his chest as he attempted to recover. The burning soon turned to a tightness as his chest began to grow. His flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread in the oven. His preppy button up strained under the pressure of his thickening pecs until the buttons started to pop off. His shirt burst open, revealing the perfectly formed pecs of a bodybuilder that created a shelf over his stomach. Speaking of which, his stomach began to melt away. His now flat stomach quickly rose back up, but with hard muscles this time. His stomach started to round out into a small muscle gut as six distinct muscles formed over it, causing the rest of his buttons to pop off in the process.

The technician and Mr. Derry were starting to recover from the flash, hearing increasingly loud footsteps rumbled from across the room and ever deeper sounding grunts and moans came from the assistant.

The assistant lurched over as his shoulder broadened, finally ripping his shirt to shreds. His upper back exploded with rippling muscles that would make any man jealous. And his lower back slimmed to give his body a strong V shape. Moments later he started to flex his arms, making them balloon with every flex. His biceps grew to the size of melons as veins surfaced all down his arms. And his hands thickened into massive man hands, twice the size of his old delicate hands.

Mr. Derry let out a loud scoff as he watched the assistant transform into the man he wanted to be. And the technician just smiled at Me. Derry's dismay. Meanwhile the assistant started to let out deep guttural moans pleasure as his body grew, and animalistic grunts every time he flexed his growing body.

Next, the man's lower body started to grow, making him nearly a foot taller than he was before, towering over everyone in the building. His thighs thickened to over twice the size of his massive biceps, making him have the man spread to make room for all the muscle. Unsurprisingly it didn't take long for his pants to rip to shreds, leaving him in his comically small underwear. Though that wouldn't last long either. His flat ass got flooded with both fat and muscle, making it large and plump and creating a shelf over his thighs. His fat ass strained against the shockingly strong fabric of the underwear before overpowering them, bouncing as his cheeks tore right through them. His calves also grew quite thick and defined as his feet burst out of his shoes, becoming a monstrous size 20. Though the only downside is his impressive package shrunk from a massive 8 inches to an unremarkable 4 inches, looking small in comparison to his hulking body.

Finally the man's head began to change to match his body. His barely visible jawline looked like it got vacuum sealed around his jaw, becoming sharp as a knife. His brow bone became more prominent, adding to his manly appearance as a well kept beard spreads across his face. And his long flowy hair recedes into a military buzz cut.

By the time the transformation slowed, his skin had a bronze tanned color with a slick sheen of oil over it. Almost as if he was getting ready to compete.

"You fucking idiot. Look at the mess you've made. You need to clean this up ASAP, and you better hope that machine has some juice left for me or so help me god I will bury you six feet under Edward!" Mr. Derry blew up with rage, it almost looked like there was smoke coming from his ears.

The assistant stood up tall with his head up and his chest puffed out. Slowly taking steps towards his boss, making the ground shake with each step. As he got close, his brows furrowed and his grunt became deeper and louder. He bent down and yanked his boss by the collar, lifting the shorter man a foot off the ground to meet eye to eye.

"You think I need a fucking pipsqueak like you! You're nothing but a bug to step on. And my name is Evan, asshole! Remember it!" Evans voice booked across the room as he chuckled his former boss into the machine, breaking it in the process.

He stomped across the room and grabbed a black pair of underwear from the rack. Then he proceeded to waltz on stage, stealing the hearts of the audience.

Evan was the star of the show, winning an easy first place. Photoshoots, magazine covers, and sponsors were all he saw in his future. And he never saw his loser of a boss again.

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Real Man

5k follower special. This story is based on your votes on how I would be transformed and what I would transform into.

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I could feel my body relax as I walked out of my last exam. The weight of university had suddenly lifted from shoulders and the burden of corporate life hadn't yet set in. It felt amazing.

Under the refreshing spring sun, I started walking home. I pulled out my phone, planning on listening to some music like I normally did, but something caught my attention. A notification from tumblr.

"Hey man, you should try this podcast, it really changed my life."

It was a message from an anonymous user with a link embedded. Normally I would be a bit more careful, but I was in a good mood so I clicked on it.

It brought me right to a podcast on Spotify, making it easy to start it up and continue my walk.

The podcast began with the buttery smooth voice of a man, maybe around 30. Something about his voice brought me comfort, like there was something hollow in my life that he filled.

I raised my head and puffed out my chest as I walked, now filled with a strange self confidence that had never felt before. But then, my stomach sank as the charming podcaster began to devolve into weird manosphere shit. I clocked out as soon as he began ranting about what makes a real man.

I reached for my phone to turn off the podcast, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but it was like my body wasn't responding to my brain.

"Now that I've got you." The podcaster said, "let me tell you what makes a real man."

My mind panicked as my body continued walking like nothing was going on.

"Real men are protectors, they build their bodies like fortresses." The man said.

Almost immediately when those words entered my head, I could feel my body change. My shirt tightened as my chest rose into two meaty pecs and my biceps grew until my sleeves were on the verge of ripping. My legs quickly followed suit, making my legs look like any other gym bros.

What do you mean gym bro, I thought. I never go to the gym.

"Do you feel strong now?" The man asked.

"Yes." I heard my voice speak.

No! I mean yes, I do feel strong, but I don't want this!

"Good." The man continued. "But muscle isn't enough to make you big and strong. A real man needs to have his presence be known wherever he goes. A man should take up a lot of space in any room that he's in."

I could feel my perspective shifting higher as my height increased significantly, I must have been at least 6"4. My shirt looked more like a crop top, allowing the breeze to brush against my bare stomach.

Then my stomach sank, it felt like the sun was boiling inside me. I wanted to scream but my body didn't react, it just kept walking. But all of the pain was quickly released as my stomach surged outward, swelling with soft fat until it sagged over my waistband. My waist softened into thick love handles that also spilled over my waistband, giving my body a much wider look.

That was only the beginning, though. My strong pecs became buried in soft fat, growing thick enough to finally rip through my shirt. And the muscle definition in my arms and back disappeared under a thin layer of fat. My legs similarly thickened up, and my body seemed to subconsciously adjust by spreading my legs out as I walked, preventing my thighs from rubbing together. And finally, my ass expanded into two juicy globes that threatened to rip through my tight shorts.

The transformation had completely taken my attention, I had almost forgotten that the podcaster was still talking.

"Now we can't forget what truly makes a man, masculinity. Real men are mature testosterone filled machines, they're sweat covered hairy beasts and they're proud of it."

"Fuck yeah!" My voice shouted in a deep, mature voice.

Stop saying that, I don't mean that. You know I don't mean that, right?

My body quickly became engulfed in an intense itchiness as thick hairs began to sprout all over my skin. You'd be hard pressed to find a spot on my body that didn't have hair, though it was especially thick around my belly, chest, and arms. Also, my clean shaven face soon became covered in a thick black beard.

And just when I thought the changes were over, I felt a pain emerge in my knees, then in my back.

Am I, getting older?

I felt my facial features start to weather and age, though I couldn't quite tell how much I had aged. I felt the sun beating down on my head as my hairline receded slightly. At the same time, patches of hair on my chest and my beard began to go gray, leaving it salt and pepper.

My hand moved up to my belly, moving my thick man hands through the sweat drenched hair on my belly. The feeling felt so foreign to me, I didn't have a belly, let alone a hairy one.

"Fuck..." I moaned as I felt up my growing body.

No! No this is too far.

"How do you feel, big guy?" The podcaster asked, as if he was talking specifically to me.

"God, this feels great." I responded in a gruff voice.

It does feel good, but I hate it.

"Good man. Now, we can't have a man with pasty white skin. A solid tan shows you're a strong working man, and some tattoos always make you look tougher."

The sun felt like it was burning my skin as it took on a more golden colour, though my chest and shoulders turned bright red.

Without me thinking, my hand reached into my backpack to grab a baseball cap. I threw it on to protect my balding head from the intense sun.

The burning on my skin progressed past a normal burn as tattoos began to appear on my chest, arms and neck. I could feel a sense of pride in the tattoos despite the fact that I would never get tattoos like these.

"Now you're becoming a real man," the podcaster continued, "but there's something you're missing. Any real man needs a package that suits his imposing manly body. The kind of dick that can make any woman, or man if that's what you're into, see god when you fuck' em."

The bulge in my tight shorts started to grow as my dick snaked down the side of my leg, nearly peaking through the bottom of my shorts. It grew to a massive 9 inches, creating an obvious bulge in my skin tight shorts. I wanted so badly to cover up, to not be seen like this in public, but my body still wouldn't listen to me. I just kept walking along with a cocky smirk, extremely proud that any passerby would have no choice but to notice my package.

"Now to wrap up this episode, let's deal with that mind of yours." He said.

Wait what!?

"A real man shouldn't have to think that hard. Who needs a university degree when you've got big muscles like that."

No, please, just let me go!

"You love being a dumb jock that let himself go after his days on the highschool football team."

I wasn't on the football team, was I? And I didn't let myself go!

"You love being a rich dad who does nothing but fuck and relax around with mansion."

I have a mansion? Right, I do have a mansion. And you're right, I love fucking.

"Good man. Now make sure to share this with someone that needs to be reminded of what a real man is."

The podcast cut off at the perfect time as I arrived home. Something felt off as I stared at the lavish mansion in front of me, but the feeling quickly faded. As soon as I got inside, it took off the tiny shorts I was wearing. Normally I would just go for a swim naked, but my stupid neighbour complained, so now I have to wear swim shorts.

That's when a great idea popped into my head. As I walked to my backyard, I pulled out my phone and sent the podcast over to my neighbour. A real man wouldn't judge another man for wanting to be naked in his own backyard.

With that out of the way, I stepped out into my massive yard and jumped into my in ground pool.

The time flew as I was floating around the pool, I couldn't tell how long it had been before my phone buzzed. It was a text from my neighbour.

"Why don't you show me what a real man looks like."

My plan worked. My cock jumped at the idea of seeing my stuck up neighbour as a big horny man. I took a video of myself as I walked out of the pool, making sure to show off the star of the show, my belly.

I sent it over and impatiently awaited a response.

"Come to the fence."

My heart skipped a beat as I approached the fence that split our yards. Peaking over, I saw an older, fatter, and hairier version of my neighbour lounging on a chair.

He simply lifted his hand and gestured for me to come over.

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Bear Factor - TF Short

Jason hadn't been this excited in, well, forever. He got home to find a package on his front step. The package was black and yellow with the words 'Bear Factor' written on the front. It was the first sponsorship he had ever gotten.

He started posting on only fans a few months earlier. He was fired from his job, living paycheck to paycheck, using whatever money he had on a shitty gym membership. That's when he realized he could use his jacked body to make some money online. To his surprised, it worked. It wasn't some magical solution to all his problems, but it was better than nothing. He quickly worked his way up to start renting an apartment, rather than living out of his car.

The moment he knew he would be set was when he got an email from a company called Bear Factor. They had a big market in gay men, and Jason's audience was mostly gay men, so it was a match made in heaven.

As soon as he got inside, he tore up the box and pulled out a small grey shirt with the company logo on it. Without a second thought, he threw it on.

It wrapped tightly around his thick chest and didn't even reach past his belly button.

"I didn't think it would be this small." Jason chuckled.

It was different from his normal attire, but it was growing on him. He liked the idea of people being able to see his huge muscles through the shirt. It was starting to get a bit uncomfortable though. Jason noticed it was constricting his breathing, and the fabric started to irritate his skin. He tried to pull the shirt off, but it would budge.

He began to panic when his stomach suddenly swelled. In an instant, his six pack had ballooned into a massive ball gut that protruded out in front of him. He didn't even have time to react before his chest puffed out, making his pecs look more like man tits. His new shirt rode further up his gut and wrapped tightly around his thick man tits, making his large nipples poke through the fabric.

"Oh fuck!" Jason moaned in an unusually gruff voice.

His already strong arms grew thicker as his hands became strong and wide. And the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat, making his love handles visible from his back.

Jason's legs soon followed suit. His gym shorts tore to shreds as his thighs exploded with fat and muscle, and as the ripped fabric fell to the ground, his dick swelled to a hulking 9 inches, threatening to break through his poor jock strap. And as if that wasn't enough, his already perky ass doubled in size, growing two hefty globes that gave his body an S shaped curve.

Not even his face was safe. His cheeks puffed out as fat filled his face. His hairline receded while his beard thickened, and the hair kept spreading. It spread down to his chest and across his gut, leaving a dusting of hair across his previously hairless body.

As the transformation came to an end, Jason proudly rubbed his man hands across his thick gut. His massive cock jumped as he thought about what he could do with this body. He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture, ready to post it to his only fans.

The caption read, "Bear Factor will be sure to have you feeling like a bear of a man. First order is free, so be sure to get yours now using my link."

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A Series of Mario Transformations

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Juniors New Dad

Following the footsteps of his shadowy imposter, Mario makes his way into the base of Corona Mountain. He carefully jumps across treacherous platforms as the intense heat radiates from the lava below. He chases his imposter into a corner of the cave, hoping it would be the last time he had to deal with him. The thought of going back to his sunny vacation in Delfino Plaza has him itching to get this over with.

"Just give up already, I've got you cornered!" Mario yells.

"You're a fool Mario, I've got you right where I want you." The shadow responds.

The shadow taps his paint brush on the floor, causing his figure to start changing. His Mario-like image shrank as the dark blue ink covering his body melted away, revealing Bowser's son.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to me!" Bowser Jr shouts.

"You're in over your head kid! Go home." Mario dismisses him.

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

Bowser Jr. steps back with a smug grin on his face.

"MARIO!" A familiar voice echoes around the cave.

A large shadow grows larger and larger around Mario until Bowser lands in front of him, leaving cracks in the ground below him. He stands up, towering over Mario at nearly three times his height.

"Time to end this, here and now. Without you getting in my way, there'll be nothing stopping me from being with Princess Peach." Bowser laughs maniacally.

"Peach will never like you, when will you ever get that through your thick skull." Mario sneers.

Bowser frowns. "That big mouth of yours won't have much to say after a squash you like a bug!"

He lunges at Mario, trying to grab him, but Mario has seen this before. Every time they fight, he goes for the same moves, it's trivial at this point. Mario jumps, soaring well over Bowser's head and sending him tumbling to the ground. With a swift landing, he turns around and grabs Bowser by the tail. Mario strains as he gathers the strength to lift Bowser up and starts to spin him around. He builds up some momentum, spinning at dizzying speeds before letting go. Bowser goes flying into the wall of the cave, leaving an indent in the rocks before falling into the pit of lava below.

"PAPA!" Jr screams as he watches his father sink into the lava.

Mario's jaw drops. He starts to step back, he didn't mean to kill Bowser, he just meant to rough him up a bit so he'd leave Peach alone.

"YOU!" Jr turns to Mario. "Give my papa back right now you bad man!"

Jr lunges at Mario with an intense rage. He swings with his paint brush, the same one he used to disguise himself. Mario blocks the swing, causing the ink from the brush to coat his arms. It's thick like tar, making it spread the more Mario tries to remove it.

As Mario struggles with the ink, it slowly starts to form into two bands around each arm, eventually forming black bands with spikes on them. Just like the ones Bowser would wear.

Mario's eyes widen as he realizes Jr's plan, but it's too late. Jr holds the brush up and swings it down onto Mario's head with both hands, sending ink all down his back. The ink quickly forms into a large green shell with spikes sticking out of it.

Mario falls to his knees, struggling to hold up the weight of the shell. He looks up at Jr as he swipes the brush over his arm, coating it in ink. He watches in horror as his arm begins to grow, becoming over three times bigger, matching the size of Bowser's arm and making it very disproportionate to the rest of his body. His hand swells to match his massive arm, growing large claws on the end of his thick fingers. The ink starts to settle into his skin, turning his smooth skin into rough scales that take on a bright yellow hue.

"Wait, Jr, please. I didn't mean to..." Mario pleads.

Jr doesn't respond, instead he coats Mario's other arm in ink, making it grow just like the first one. He uses his thick arms to push himself back to his feet, but his heavy shell keeps sleeping him down. His lethargy gives Jr the opportunity to jab his brush right into Mario's stomach.

Mario wheezes as the air shoots out of his lungs. As soon as he regains his composure, his attention shifts toward his stomach. It starts to bloat, pressing tightly against his overalls before fully ripping through them. He grows a round belly that forms ridges of thick skin, just like Bowser.

His legs start to tremble, unable to hold his immense weight. But the ink covering his body slowly drops down to his legs, making them thicken just like his arms, growing similar yellow scales over his skin.

"Jr...." Mario's voice cracks, switching between his voice, and Bowser's gruff voice. "It's not... Too late."

"You sad, sad man." He taunts him. "My papa was much stronger than you ever were."

Jr pushes Mario, sending him off balance as he tumbles to the floor. And with a solid swing, he splashes ink all over Mario's ass. Mario groans in pain while something begins poking through the back of his torn overalls. It grows and grows until a thick yellow tail pierces through his pants. It continues growing until it's long enough to drag on the ground as he walks, with large spikes on top.

Jr kneels to look at Mario face to face. He uses the back of his brush to push Mario's chin up, forcing him to make eye contact. Jr smirks as he turns his brush around and smears ink all over Mario's face.

Almost instantly, Mario's head begins growing. His jaw grows into a large about as sharp teeth line the inside of his mouth. His hair grows into a bright red Mohawk, matching his bushy red eyebrows as his skin becomes green and scaly. And he growls in pain as horns emerge from his head. And finally, his fear ridden eyes turn a fiery red as his expression shifts from fear to confidence.

Bowser coughed up a few fireballs as he adjusted to his new body.

"Where am I..." Bowser said, slightly confused.

"You're back!" Jr yelled as he hugged his father.

"Sure am Jr." Bowser smiled.

Mario tries to yell, but nothing happens. He simply has to watch from the back of his mind as Bowser takes over his body.

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Kong-ifier

"You want me to help you with what!?" Mario asks.

"I helped you defeat Bowser, I'm just asking for you to return the favour and help me take down King K Rool." DK proposes.

"And how did you plan on going about doing that?" Mario questions.

"This bad boy!" DK pulls out a futuristic gun and rests it against his shoulder. "Cranky Kong called it the Kong-ifier."

"The Kong-ifier?"

"Yeah, he's good at making weird doohickeys like this." DK replies.

"And what does this 'doohickey' do exactly."

"Didn't ya hear the name. It Kong-ifies anyone it hits, turning them into an ape just like me." DK explains.

"So your plan is just to waltz into his home and shoot him..." Mario just gets more concerned with every detail of the plan.

"When you put it that way, it seems pretty simple. But we're turning him into an ally instead of killing him, it's efficient, like recycling." DK seems to trail off on a tangent.

"I guess I don't have a choice, then do I?" Mario says with a sigh.

"Nope!"

The set sail for the Crocodile Ilse with nothing but an untested Kong-ifier and a dream.

- One Very Long Boat Ride Later -

"Wow, this guy must love himself..." Mario gasps as he looks up at the island shaped exactly like King K Rool's head.

"Yeah, you should see the way he flaunts his gold plated belly around. I wonder how much he pays to replace it every time the fat ass outgrows it." DK chuckles at the thought.

The two finally reach land, and sneak into the island.

"That's weird, this place is usually crawling with Crocs." DK points out.

"Something doesn't feel right about this." Mario says.

"What are you talking about, this is the perfect time to strike." DK says as he sprints into the base.

"Hey wait...." Mario fails to hold DK back.

He decides to cautiously follow behind. Turning the corner, things jump from 0 to 100. DK pulls out the Kong-ifier and points it straight at K Rool, who's casually sitting across the room in his lavish throne.

"DK don't!" Mario tries to stop DK, but it's too late.

He pulls the trigger, launching a bright blue beam across the room. K Rool sticks out his shiny gold belly, and the beam reflects right off of it.

It moves so fast, Mario is stunned by the reflected beam before he can react. He tenses up and his muscles spasm as electricity shoots through his body.

"Ha! You really thought that would work on me!? You're pathetic!" K Rool laughs uncontrollably while slapping his knee.

But without hesitation, DK shoots another shot at him, barely missing his head.

"That's my cue to leave." K Rool gets up and sprints for the back door, faster than you'd ever expect from a creature so fat.

"Get back here!" DK sprints after him, leaving Mario alone.

"Don't... Leave..." Mario manages to say, but DK is already long gone.

Mario tries to follow, but he can barely muster to move his head, let alone move his entire body. He looks down at his arms and notices something odd. His usually clean shaven skin is now coated in short brown hairs. The hairs grow thicker and longer until his skin is barely visible, that's when he remembers what the Kong-ifier does.

He watches in horror as his hands start to swell, becoming bigger than his own head, just like DKs. His furry forearms thicken to match and his biceps start to grow even larger, all the while his arms grow long enough to reach the ground without him bending down. His red sleeves struggle to contain his arms for a moment before ripping right off. His shirt starts to rip when his shoulders broaden to match his hulking arms. His shirt finally gives out when his chest expands, growing two juicy pecs that lack the thick fur that has grown over his arms and shoulders. As the shreds of his shirt fall off his body, it reveals a white tang top underneath that perfectly clings to his toned body.

"Mamma mia!" Mario yells. "This.... This is kinda sick!" His tone changes as his voice becomes more relaxed.

His shocked expression turns to a simple smile when he realizes he can bounce his thick pecs. His brain is shrinking to match that of an average ape, but he could not be happier. His overalls tear straight down the back as his ass perks up and his thighs thicken, revealing ripped jean shorts underneath and showing off his thick brown fur all the way down to his ankles. And his toes burst through the front of his boots as they slowly grow into fingers. His boots fully burst open as his feet grow to the same size as his hands, equipped with opposable thumbs.

"Ooook!" Mario starts instinctively making monkey noises as his brain shrinks to the size of that of an average Kong.

Finally, Mario's dumb smile starts to grow as his jaw widens and starts protruding from his face. His nose essentially turns into two nostrils as his brow bone becomes one thick ridge that spans across his forehead. His fur spreads all the way up the back of his neck and over his head, where a polka dot bandana resides instead of his iconic red hat.

"Yahaaaa!" The ape lets out a cheer as he pulls out a pair of sunglasses and puts them on.

Now in control of his body again, he follows in the same direction DK went. Walking out the back of the base, DK holding the Kong-ifier, followed by a very overweight monkey. The transformation is just coming to an and as the Crocs gold plated gut is covered in brown fur, becoming a soft belly that jiggles with every step.

"Mario, is that you?" DK asks.

"Who's this Mario guy?" The ape asks.

"Right.... Let's call you Funky Kong." DK says. "This is Chunky Kong."

"He sure is chunky." Funky Kong says, sizing up the much larger ape.

"Why don't we just go back home and forget this ever happened." DK proposes.

"Fine by me." Funky Kong agrees.

The two new Kong's join the family, as if they were always there. And DK has gotten in the habit of using the Kong-ifier on anyone he doesn't like, so the Kong family has grown quite large.

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Underhanded Tactics

"Those losers won't know what hit'em." Waluigi laughs, looking at the poster of Mario and Luigi.

"Yeah! Did they think they could ban us from their tennis tournament and get away with it?" Wario grumbles.

The two make their way back to their blimp to get ready. Well, it's not really their blimp, it's Bowser's. But the ever generous Bowser was happy to lend his services to Wario and Waluigi in order to defeat Mario.

They enter the blimp to see a large contraption in the middle of the room, with a grease covered Bowser working on it.

"Hey big man, is it ready yet?" Waluigi asks.

"Just about done. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes I defeated him. Then princess Peach will be all mine." Bowser responds.

"And it does what we asked, right?" Wario questions, his tone turning serious.

"Yup! With a strand of hair from each of you, I was able to synthesi-"

"Get to the point!" Wario interrupts.

"Fine... Anyone who breathes in the gas from this machine will transform into one of you two." Bowser explains.

"Good. Now if we turn every one of our opponents into us, then we can't lose." Waluigi lets out a maniacal laugh.

The two run back to the stadium and sneak into the change room. They find Mario and Luigi getting ready for their round 1 match. In perfect coordination, Wario and Waluigi jump the Mario brothers, pulling bags over their heads and tying their hands up.

The two put up a good fight, but it was too late by the time they noticed. They get dragged back to Bowser's blimp and tossed in front of the machine.

"You two are gonna have to watch each other transform." Wario taunts the brothers as he pulls bags off their heads.

"Bowser!?" Mario yells in shock. "You're working with these two? If this is about Peach, you need to move on."

"This is about you, always getting in the way of my plans. Well not anymore." Bowser flips the switch.

Deep purple gas starts to flow out of the machine, engulfing the Mario brothers. The two start coughing as it invades their lungs.

"What's going on bro?" Luigi cries.

"Luigi, your nose!" Mario responds.

Luigi's once plump nose quickly becomes long and pointy as it takes on a pink colour. His face also starts to change, growing taller and slimmer as his features become sharper. Even his mustache becomes thin and long, perfectly matching Waluigi's.

"Bro? Why does your shirt look so tight?" Luigi manages to say while his face morphs.

Mario looks down and sees overalls becoming tighter. His already plump belly starts swelling, tearing the straps on his overalls as the fabric starts to tear. He tries to hold his growing gut, but it's no use, his overalls rip in half revealing his thick gut. His pecs also start to grow, losing their shape as they turn into a flabby pair of man tits. Even his ass starts expanding, with soft fat piling into his cheeks.

"Luigi... Why does this... Feel so good?" Mario stutters as his voice deepens.

Luigi does reply, too distracted by the sound of his clothes tearing. His body stretches, growing over a foot taller, causing his overalls to snap and his shirt to rip open. But his clothes are soon replaced. His green shirt and hat turn purple as they grow to meet his new body. And the L on his hat and gloves spins upside down, turning yellow in the process. And his overalls stretch to accommodate his towering height.

Meanwhile, Mario's face starts to change. His face widens, matching his fattened body. His nose becomes more defined, turning the same pink colour as his brothers. A wide grin covers his face, growing a butt chin and a zig zaging mustache to match. Even his eyes grow different sizes, giving him a deranged look.

Similar to his brother, his ripped clothes start to regenerate around his new body. His iconic blue overalls become purple, wrapping tightly around his gut. His classic red shirt turns into an ugly yellow colour, perfectly contouring his moobs and wrapping tightly around his thick biceps. His hands triple in size, tearing through his old gloves and wearing new ones with a W branded on them. His hat also becomes the same ugly yellow as the M on his hat flips into a W.

The two stand up, Mario now being half the height of his brother.

"Looking good bro!" Luigi says, slapping his gut.

"You know I hate it when you do that!" Mario yells.

Wario and Waluigi look on in excitement.

"They're just like us." Waluigi says.

"Now we can get on that court and win no matter what." Wario laughs.

"Why do that, when we still have this bad boy." Mario points out, looking over at Bowser's machine.

"What do you mean?" Waluigi asks.

"There's a whole crowd of people down there that could be just like us." Mario continues.

"Woah, I only made this to transform Mario. I never meant for it to get out of control." Bowser tries to reason.

"Shut it, I wasn't asking you."

Mario turns the machine to the entrance of the blimp, which is conveniently positioned right above the stadium. He jumps up and flips the switch, sending a large cloud of smoke right on top of the stadium.

"Nooo- cough cough!" Bowser yells out as the gas enters his body.

His stomach starts to swell as a pointy mustache grows over his snout.

The two Wario and Waluigi's simply push past him and look down on the stadium, watching as chaos unfolds. Toads, Piantas, Goombas, all transform into Wario and Waluigi.

The four of them turn to look at each other, all having the same idea, to spread the gas all across the mushroom Kingdom.

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Yoshified

"Jump him boys!" Yoshi yells.

Mario turns to see a gang of Yoshi's approaching him. The green one stands back, commanding his crew while the blue, red, and yellow Yoshi's attack him.

"What the hell, I thought we were friends?" Mario pleads as he tries to block the onslaught.

"Friends!?" The green Yoshi laughs hysterically. "The amount of times you've sacrificed us for your own personal gain is astounding. Do you know how much it hurts being thrown into pits? I can't believe you actually believe we like you."

The gang of Yoshi's overpowers Mario as the yellow one puts him in a headlock.

"You're gonna learn what it feels like to be on the other end of that abuse." The green Yoshi steps aside, revealing a trail of Yoshi eggs behind him. "Do you know what happens when someone eats too many Yoshi eggs? Every egg will make you more and more like us."

"Please don't... I'm sorry." Mario pleads.

"It's far too late for apologies now. Boys, stuff him until his chubby body can't take anymore." The green Yoshi commands.

The red and blue Yoshi's start grabbing eggs and shoving them down Mario's throat. At first, the only thing that happens is Mario's belly distends as it tries to fit the large eggs inside his stomach. But after he swallows a few eggs, the changes start becoming apparent. His nose grows large and round, becoming larger than his own head as his skin turns magenta.

"Yes! It's happening." The green Yoshi cheers.

"Please..." Mario tries to say while gargling on the Yoshi eggs.

Mario's cheeks turned a pale white as they became round and chubby as the rest of the skin on his head turned the same magenta as his bulbous nose. His head shrunk down and his hair fell out, being replaced by red spines along the back of his head.

Mario's stomach continues to swell as he's filled with countless eggs. He leaned forward and a thick magenta tail sprouted right above his ass, ripping right through his overalls. The rest of his clothes don't fare much longer as his growing belly finally tears them in half. A white stripe starts on his belly and spreads all the way to the underside of his tail, with the rest of his skin becoming magenta.

"Yoshi?" Mario says.

"Yes! It worked just as I wanted it to. I have big plans for you." The green Yoshi celebrates, lifting up Mario's hat to look him in the eyes.

Finally, a small red shell forms on Mario's back, finalizing his transformation into a Yoshi, just like the rest of his crew. But the blue and red Yoshi's don't slow down on feeding him eggs.

"Wait, guys. Slow down, I think he's had enough." The green Yoshi tries to stop his crew.

"Nah, we need to feed him till it hurts." The blue Yoshi responds.

Mario starts groaning as his gut grows larger than any Yoshi's should, his cheeks filled with eggs. The white parts of his body start to turn green in response.

"Guys stop! He's had too many." The green Yoshi yells.

The three Yoshi's take a step back, realizing what they've done. Mario starts growing faster and faster. With every second, he's growing taller, wider, and thicker. He grows three times taller than the other Yoshi's, all the while his belly grows into a round ball gut, bigger than even the fattest Yoshi's. He even grows a pair of pecs that quickly fatten up to the point of sagging onto his gut.

"Holy shit, what have we done." The blue Yoshi says.

Mario's legs thicken until they're larger than the average Yoshi, big enough to support his gargantuan body. And his head starts to grow to match his body. Growing a thick lower jaw that sticks out further than his bulbous nose, and chubby cheeks that give him plenty of room to fit in his mouth. The shell on his back and the spines on his neck turn black, matching his now deep black eyes.

"Yoob!" Yoob's deep voice echoed around the room.

He uses his claws to grab the green Yoshi and starts shoving eggs down his throat.

"Wait... I'm sorry, please!" The green Yoshi tries to say while choking on his own eggs.

"Just like Yoob!" He says.

The three other Yoshi's run away while the green Yoshi starts to grow, just like Yoob.

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You're Next - TF Short

You woke up to the sound of footsteps against the hardwood flooring. Your head was pulsing with pain and the morning light burned your eyes when you tried to open them. All you could make out was the silhouettes of three guys across the room from you.

You tried to get up, but thick ropes restrained your hands and feet to the chair you were sitting on.

"What the hell?" You groaned.

You managed to open your eyes enough to see properly. Two of your frat bros were stood across the room talking to some man you didn't recognize, even weirder was the fact that the man was completely naked.

The more information you gathered, the stranger your situation got. Why were you tied up, who's the naked stranger, what happened last night. Your mind started to race.

You got bits and pieces of memories from the night before. You remember it being a graduation party for the frat, but all you could recall was that you started drinking and socializing before waking up here.

Your attention was redirected when you noticed the mysterious man started to touch your frat bros, and in, like, a gay way. He was feeling up their bodies like he was appreciating a piece of art. That was when things seriously got weird. Your frat bros started to grow as the man touched them. Their shirts tightened around their arms and chest, causing the fabric to strain before ripping open. Their already strong bodies looked even more jacked than ever, with a thick coating of hair covering their chests and stomachs, which was weird given the fact that you knew they shaved often.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest, this had to be a dream, right? How could they not react to their bodies growing out of their clothes in the span of mere seconds. They just stood there with blank expressions.

It didn't stop there though, the man kept shaping them like they were an art project for him. You watched as your 20 something year olds frat bros start to go grey. Their dark brown hair became salt and pepper as they both start to go bald. One of them had his hairline recede back further and further until there's nothing but a short band of hair around the back of his head while the other had his hair thin on top, just on the cusp of balding. It wasn't just the hair either, their faces wrinkled and weathered as if they'd lived 30 years in the span of seconds. All topped off by greying facial hair covering their softer jawlines.

They looked older than your own father. That's when it came back to you, what happened last night. An older guy walked into the party, he stood out like a sore thumb, being around your dad's age in a house full of 20 year olds. You're not gay or anything, but even you could admit this man was handsome. Short grey hair with a groomed mustache and wearing some expensive looking business casual clothes. A real silver fox. You chatted with him for a bit, sharing a drink with him, but that's as far as you could recall.

Your frat bros continued to transform. Their defined abs swelled into beer bellies and their flat asses fattened into two perky globes that quickly ripped through their shorts. Their hairy round bellies contrasted with the chiselled body of the man transforming them.

The man stepped back for a moment, as if to admire his own work. He then pushed the two transformed frat bros together, snapping them out of their trance. You expected shock or fear to be their first reactions, but you couldn't be further from the truth. The two frat bros embraced, intently staring at each other for a moment before locking lips. One of them reached down and started groping the other man's cock and one wrapped his man hands around the other man's ass.

The older man started feeling up the transformed frat bros as they made out with each other. He then turned to face you, the first time he did so since you woke up.

Your jaw dropped as you realized it's the silver fox you met the night before, just without his fancy clothes on. He grabbed one of the frat bros by the cock while maintaining eye contact with you, as if to taunt you.

"You're next."