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[aimuscle]

No Limits. Just Growth.

[infinitebodies-tf]

An absent minded wish leads to some big changes!

[forthegaze123]

"Bro, my brother is like the hunkiest person I've ever met. And I met all his frat bros. There's no way anyone else can match his physique."

"There has to be someone. And that's you."

"Wait, what?"

"Just stay still, and let me work my magic for you, Brian,"

[conjagblog]

He might have taken too much of the experimental growth formula. What do you think?

[king-craftsman]

Growth Spurt

Tom Holland stumbled into his hotel room, stripping out of his shirt and bow tie after possibly the worst film premiere he’s ever had to endure. As an actor, he was used to sometimes being valued just by his looks. But he never thought he’d run into the director of the next Spider Man film or worse, that he’d ever meet such a critical director.

The new director told him he needed to “grow” more, to “stop being so lean” and that he thought Tom “would look better” for the next film. Apparently when they mean Peter is older in this one, they also mean he’s suddenly a bodybuilder, Tom thought to himself.

But he sighed, ever since that meeting the thought of going to the gym didn’t seem too bad. But there was no way that he was going to be able to do. He flopped down onto his couch after a tired day, rubbing his eyes.

“God, I don’t understand, my body is fine,” muttered Tom in frustration. “No reason for my body to be bigger, I don’t need to grow.” Tom’s pupils dilated as his lips quivered. He wanted to say or do something else but he couldn’t as he suddenly felt a warm energy burning away at him. The photographer’s words echoed in his head:

Grow.

And with it, Tom couldn’t stop the hot feeling surging throughout his feet, where he still had his socks on, he could begin to feel his feet feeling uncomfortably tight within their stretchy confines. The white socks began to bulge and shred slightly as Tom’s own feet started to feel thicker and thicker with every moment. He wanted to get up, to try and see what was going on, or even run away.

“What the hell is-” But as Tom stood up, all those thoughts suddenly erased as he felt an innumerable amount of pleasure from just letting his body be supporting by his behemoth feet, feeling the strength and power that they provide.

His soles continued to lengthen on and on to the point where they tore apart his socks leaving his large and bare size sixteen feet flopping on the ground. Tom panicked, looking down as he tried to move but as soon as he lifted one foot, it fell down. It felt so heavy…so hard to move.

“Oh god. Oh god, what’s happening to me?”

Grow.

“Sto-” Tom’s voice caught in a moan as he heard the deep echoing voice of the photographer reverberate through his mind. As he wondered if he could somehow get out of his, he watched as his own feet started to walk automatically towards his bathroom.

But with every step, a throbbing pleasure filled him as he could start to see his own jeans being pushed to their limit. His calves were growing meticulously thick, bigger and bigger to the point where Tom heard a rip and felt ultimate pleasure flood towards his cock at the feeling of being so big he could rip his clothes. His eyes widened.

“N-No stop- My body-”

Tom grunted as he could feel his thighs receiving the same treatment, growing so large and thick that the two of them almost touched with the way the muscles churned and added to his great hulking legs. His jeans now torn to shreds as his feet forced him to walk to the bathroom where he laid eyes on his own reflection, seeing his hulking body.

“Oh- Oh fuck at least my a-”

Grow.

Tom couldn’t even remember what he was going to say as he felt the next wave of pleasure hitting him, his cock was rock hard now as his own ass inflated and burst through his underwear. His abs that he took so much credit for began to grow deeper as they belonged to a much broader and taller chest. 

His entire back seemed to grow setting him on a new height entirely and to match his massive muscular legs. As his pectorals pushed forward, Tom felt a weight on the front of his chest, both hands falling over towards the bathroom counter as he could see his mirror.

“Fucking feels so fucking good!” grunted Tom as his own arms felt the next wave of growth, much like his own legs, his once thin arms began to bulk up gaining so much mass that it looked like he had been working out for years. “God…please…more!” Tom grunted, his voice deepening all the while as his hands sprawled over the counter, the fingers thickening and lengthening.

Grow.

Tom watched as his own face started to grow slightly, of course it was hard for his already chiselled face to somehow “grow muscular”, but he basked in the feeling of his own face growing larger. His own hair seemed lighter whilst he aged to his thirties, facial hair grew in and seemed to be a regular thing as his features grew even more handsome over his weather beaten skin. But that wasn’t the best part.

His seven inch cock was hard and throbbing as he looked down at it, unable to touch.

Grow.

Tom moaned as he watched his cock begin growing, inch after inch as it lengthened to the point where it grew to be ten inches long and throbbing.

Grow.

Tom felt his cock thickening, girth being added to his already long cock which began to thicken.

Grow.

Tom watched his cock throb and continue to hulk out.

Grow.

Tom wanted to cum.

Grow.

He continued to moan.

Grow.

He came.

Ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of Tom Holland’s suddenly large cock as he felt himself losing his love and desire for acting, his prowess fading away as he began to feel dumber and dumber. Thoughts of the gym and workouts trickled in where everything else faded away and Tom now knew he belonged in a gym.

Much later, sitting down in the locker room he chugged down his protein shake enjoying the cool taste after he had a hard workout. But then he heard two voices.

“Yeah I think he’s in here.”

“Why would he be in here?”

“I don’t know, they just said Tom came out of his room and went to some gym he looked so-”

The two men froze as they stared as the new dumb muscular Adonis of Tom Holland, hardly believing themselves as Tom looked at the two skinny men who stared at him. He only smiled as his deep voice resounded around the room.

“Grow.”

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[fortegay]

[superiorstr8men]

[musclegram]

edgarvincit.

[aitransformations]

[masterlouistf]

"Come on Harry, let's play rock paper scissors to see who gets to use the stone first," I said, holding up the mysterious wishing stone we had found on our hike.

"Sure thing, Alex," Harry replied, readying his hand.

I won the first round and wished for us to be rich and smart. Harry followed suit, also wishing for wealth and intelligence. But as we continued to play, the competition between us grew.

"My turn again," I said, grinning at Harry. "I wish for you to be tall and muscular."

As I spoke the words, I watched as Harry's body began to change. His previously slender frame started to bulge and grow, muscles rippling and stretching under his skin. His arms became thick and strong, his chest and abs defined and chiseled. His legs became toned and powerful, his thighs bulging with raw strength.

Harry's transformation was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as I watched him grow into a towering hunk before my eyes. His previously narrow shoulders became broad and muscular, his biceps bulging as he flexed them. His previously small pecs swelled and grew, his nipples hardening as he ran his hands over his new body.

"Wow, I can't believe it," Harry said, flexing his muscles and admiring his new physique in the mirror.

"Well, it's my turn now," Harry said, using the stone to make me even more attractive. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the changes that had taken place in my appearance. My formerly average-looking face had become chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. My nose had become straight and sharp, my lips full and sensual. My hair had grown thick and luscious, falling in soft waves around my face.

But things took a turn when we both made jokes while holding the stone. Harry jokingly said were such "dumbasses", We didn't expect the stone to take his words literally, but suddenly we both felt our intelligence slipping away.

As the changes to my memory took place, I suddenly found myself forgetting everything I had ever learned. My thoughts became jumbled and disorganized, and I struggled to form coherent sentences. I couldn't remember anything from my past, including my education and career.

In my new memories, I had dropped out of school and was too stupid to hold down a job. I resorted to being an escort, using my body to make a living. But instead of feeling shame and embarrassment, I was cocky and arrogant about my new career. I remembered feeling confident and sexy as I strutted my stuff, turning heads wherever I went.

It wasn't until I used the stone again that things really got interesting. Being dumb, I jokingly said how gay we look right now. But as we looked at each other, we both suddenly felt a strong attraction to the other. My desire for Harry became overwhelmingly intense, and I couldn't resist using the stone to make him my slut.

"I wish for you to be my dumb, submissive slut," I said, feeling a surge of arousal as I imagined Harry wrapped around my cock, ready to do my bidding.

Harry blushed at the thought, but couldn't deny the thrill of submission. "Yes, sir," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I'll be your horny little slut, ready to please you any way you want."

With all of his newfound muscle, he easily pinned me down and stole the stone from my grasp. "I wish for you to be a dominant alpha, one who only wants to fuck me," Harry said, his voice dripping with desire.

As the words left his mouth, I felt a sudden shift in my body and mind. My muscles grew even bigger and more defined, my chest and abs rippling with raw strength. I felt a surge of confidence and aggression, my desire for Harry becoming all-consuming.

But Harry wasn't done yet. Just before I could take him, he made one final wish. "I wish for you to have a 12-inch beer can thick cock and massive balls," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn't believe the changes that took place in my groin. My already impressive member grew even bigger, the thickness and girth almost too much to handle. My balls swelled to enormous size, filled with an endless supply of cum. I could feel the power and intensity in my new member, ready to fuck Harry nonstop and cum every time.

I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed Harry and aggressively took him, pounding into him with my massive cock. He moaned and begged for more, his submissive desires driving him wild.

Fucking Harry was like nothing I had ever experienced before. His tight, muscular body was a perfect fit for my massive cock, and I couldn't get enough of the way he begged for more. As I pounded into him, I could feel every inch of my member sliding into him, the tightness and heat driving me wild.

As I approached my climax, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside Harry, my cum filling him to the brim. As I filled him with my seed, we both made a wish that this moment would never end.

Suddenly, we found ourselves trapped in an endless loop of me fucking Harry and cumming inside him, our aggressive sex never stopping. Harry's ass was constantly filled with my cum, the splashing noises echoing in our ears as we got lost in the pleasure.

We were locked in this blissful state forever, never wanting to break free from the intense pleasure we were experiencing. The wishing stone had granted our desires in ways we never could have imagined, and we were both grateful to be trapped in this endless cycle of hardcore, aggressive sex.

[bigwishes]

Im seeing more and more "red pilled" tf blogs popping up or "red pilled" muscle worship blogs popping up.

Ive reported and blocked 3 today, I want to make something some clear here, maga / right wingers fuck off. Do not follow me do not engage with me or dm me.

Sexualising masculinity is one thing, its fine, its healthy, sexualising actual nazis and nazi linked behaviour is another,

> oh but its just a fetish

> oh but its just role play

> i just think the aesthetics are hot

> i just have a slave / humiliation kink

> Im gay but im not part of the lgbt community

Let me be clear, these are people who actively want queer people DEAD, this includes you maga dick chasing fags. These men that you idealise literally joke about torturing people like you behind closed doors, fuck not even behind closed doors. If you think that being masc, a gym bro and a more traditional man is gonna shield you from their judgement it wont, if they gained power tomorrow theyd bring back the gay panic law and would shoot you dead without a thought.

Queer people (not just gay men ALL QUEER PEOPLE) have had to fight for their rights, they have literally died at the hands of men like theses so you can be open about who you are. I dont know if its that a lot of younger gay men in america have gotten the luxary of the world set up for them by queer elders that makes them act like this, but as a guy who comes from a country where gay marriage wasnt legal when i was a teenager and queer people had a lot of issues when living together and I marched for my rights, I was part of the campaigns...

YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING EMBARRASSED TO SAY YOU FIND ANYTHING MAGA IS HOT.

Maga gays think only white men should have rights (<- actual words of a reported post)

Well ill one up em and say I think nazi cunts should be fucking scared to go outside!!

NAZI / MAGA CUNTS FUCK OFF

[musclegram]

zackarias.96.

[abstractvanity32]

Random TF Time Travel Blurb

She was examining an ancient relic when a flash of light transported her back in time to ancient Greece the transformation starting with her feet as she stepped onto the soil. Her toes lengthened and spread while the skin toughened into callused soles wrapped in leather straps that formed sturdy sandals climbing up her ankles.

Her calves and thighs followed thickening with dense muscle as dark hair sprouted along the skin turning her legs into powerful pillars suited for battle.

The change swept upward next her midsection hardening into chiseled abs while her chest broadened and filled with thick dark hair across the new pecs. Her arms bulked with strength and bronze armbands materialized on her wrists as her face shifted features sharpening into a strong jaw and beard while her hair darkened and curled.

The last of her old form vanished between her legs reshaping into male anatomy beneath the leather skirt that appeared with a red cape draping over her shoulders. All traces of her former life dissolved as her mind filled with the thoughts and instincts of a Spartan warrior ready to fight for his city state.

He stood tall leaning against the stone wall in his armor a determined look in his eyes as he spoke in Greek “Είμαι Σπαρτιάτης πολεμιστής.”

[forthegaze123]

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[forthegaze123]

It was a couple of tragic days for James. There was no way he could survive another night in the forest in these conditions. Fortunately, a generous forest spirit came and help him to... well... overcome this difficult situation.

[forthegaze123]

"So, when does this thing work? I'm literally shirtless here, which is a bit embarrassing."

"Chill out, man. After this, you'll never be ashamed of your body again."

[growtherton]

When the town charter was amended in 1956 to recognize the rights of genies and enshrined into law their citizenship, it was necessary to free all genies in the town limits from their bondage (unless they were into that). Since then, genie lamps, genie bottles, genie rugs, genie mirrors, genie urns, genie jars, and genie bongs have become nothing more than vacant curios you might find at an antique shop. Still, the nature of their powers are unclear - even to them. Even dormant for decades, these artifacts of a bygone age may still hold some lingering magic. So, as always, be careful what you wish for, and in case of emergency, don't hesitate and reach out to Paranormal Emergency Services. But don't use a landline, they're all still hexed. We're working on it!