#pec growth

[ai-ultram0th]

A jock discovers that they don't call it "MuscleDaddy Beach" for no reason!

[menwhomakemehard]

I'm dripping with semen!

[ultram0th]

The bros just learned that the curse some nerd placed on which caused their pectorals to grow in size and sensitivity is permanent.

[bodybeyondstories]

Story Prompt: men land on a deserted island and soon find (or don't realize that) the only food on the island causes them to grow in various ways. Coconuts grow that make their chests grow, bananas that make dick grow, etc.

This was cute and fun, and it's also giving me ideas for a growth scenario based on "Coconuts" by Kim Petras 😉

[ pec growth // dick growth // growth ]

Also on Metabods

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"You have to find the softest eye on top, line up the screwdriver, and..." Kal punched through the tough exterior of the tropical fruit with one swift motion, removed the tool, and tilted the coconut upside down, letting the juice pour into his waiting mouth. "Want some?" he asked, holding it out to me as an offering. "It's so fresh."

"I'm sure it is," I sighed. "But I still think we should stick to the rations until help arrives."

He rolled his eyes. "The food here is fine. Locally grown, organic, highly nutritious, you're always going on about that stuff."

"You don't think it's a little...too nutritious?" I asked. My eyes flitted down to the sizeable bulge stuffed into his mesh trunks that definitely hadn't been there when we set sail last week.

"What does that even mean?" he chuckled, causing his sun-kissed pecs to bounce with tantalizing heft.

"I don't know, it's just...something's up with this island, right? It wasn't on any of our maps, then we crashed on some random shoal, and all the plants seem...weird..."

"You're just not used to an impromptu camping in paradise situation," he said, spreading his legs as he squatted over a large rock and cracked the coconut in half, his powerful shoulders glistening in the sun. "Or fresh produce that hasn't been stored in a warehouse." His package distended the fabric of his shorts, threatening to fall out of one leg as he began scooping out the coconut flesh. "I know you're stressed, but you can't survive on those rations forever."

Ever since we found ourselves stranded on this island, I had taken it upon myself to carefully mete out what food and supplies we could salvage from the boat until help arrived. Kal, on the other hand, jumped enthusiastically into the local flavor, foraging for whatever fruits and nuts he recognized, and even experimenting with some he didn't. While I would occasionally partake in his ad hoc tropical spreads, something just seemed off about this whole situation. I tried to stick to my rations.

"We just need to survive until someone picks up our distress call," I said, reluctantly taking the handful of coconut meat that he presented to me on a large leaf. There was a strange aftertaste, some subtle note of sweetness that I couldn't quite place, but I had to admit it was delicious, just like everything here. "And besides," I continued with some trepidation, "you haven't noticed anything...weird?"

"What do you mean?" He caressed his pec absentmindedly. He hadn't worn a shirt in days, but I had to imagine that any of the muscle tees he loved so much would be straining at the seams when we got back to the mainland. Kal had been a dedicated gym rat for years, with some impressive results, but I had never seen the slabs of muscle that had suddenly appeared on his torso over the past few days.

"I mean...look at you!" I exclaimed.

That nonchalant chuckle again. "Yeah, dude, we're stuck in paradise," he said, peeling a freshly picked banana--his fourth one that afternoon--and eagerly biting into it. "We both look great!"

I glanced down at my own chest, which had also plumped up noticeably, but not to the extent of the rack that Kal was suddenly hauling around. My eyes continued to the unfamiliar bulge in my shorts, my lips twisting in worry. I had begun to notice a little more heft in my own junk, impressed by how my dick filled my hand as I furtively jerked off in some secluded spot away from camp, often thinking of Kal's increasingly disproportionate body. I had generally assumed he was decently endowed, but the wood he was sporting just that morning looked like it had to be over a foot of cock bobbing from his groin. Assuming I was still asleep, he had braced one hand against one of the coconut trees as he stroked himself with the other, grunts of pleasure mixing with grunts of frustration as his fingers struggled to meet around the girth of his soda can shaft.

"You don't think there's something up with..." I trailed off, my eyes resting on his crotch as he adjusted his bulge, guiding the length of his pipe along his waistband and out past his hip. His eyes locked onto mine as he stroked himself, biting his lip with vulnerable need. "Never mind," I muttered, as I got up and closed the space between us, my own package bouncing in my shorts as blood began to rush down south.

Though we had playfully and platonically made out plenty of times before, we had never really fooled around. But as we spent more time on this island, my lazy jack off sessions had become a necessity morning, noon, and night. The constant buzz of sexual need became another part of the ambient sound of the island, fitting in with the bird calls in the distance and waves lapping at the shore. I could only imagine what it was like for Kal, wandering off several times a day to clear the pipes, and seeming to lug around a baseline semi that never went fully soft.

So of course I wanted to help my friend out, I reminded myself as I began grinding against his crotch, a shiver of pleasure matching the heat of his monster meat. My lips met his as our ragged breath intermingled, his angry mushroom head springing up between us as we freed it from its textile prison, the combination of both of our hands and mouths necessary to tame the beast.

As the days went on, we settled into our surreal routine. Me sticking to my steadily depleting rations and occasionally partaking in the feasts of foraged foods that Kal was constantly coming up with as he explored the island. Through our new arrangement, we lost any pretense around modesty, opting to remain nude for comfort and access. And besides, it had become virtually impossible for Kal to fit his oversized bait and tackle in any of his shorts. The length of his thick pipe bounced back and forth between his knees, thrust forward by the oranges that filled his ball sack.

Though he still maintained an air of casual obliviousness, I think it was starting to get through to him that something was up. I tried to keep track of what he was harvesting and where, attempting to match it to the ongoing changes in his body. He had taken to coconuts and bananas early on, probably out of familiarity, which explained not only his new party trick of simply bending his head to suck himself off, but also why that strategy was soon negated by the ballooning muscle tits that prevented his cock from reaching his mouth with ease.

As our rations began to run out, I became increasingly dependent on the natural bounty of the island, and as our bodies continued to change, we became increasingly dependent on each other to release the unending pressure of constant, overwhelming, orgasmic need. I became intimately familiar with every contour of his comically massive baseball bat of a meat stick, wondering by what miracle I was able to take it every time, swallowing inch after inch after inch into my constantly hungry hole.

Sometimes he would complain of back spasms, leaning over with the weight of his massive balloon tits, but as we diversified our diet, he began to pack on enough muscle to compensate. We lost track of the days or even whatever baseline of normality we had had before this accidental adventure, yet as Kal began simply reaching up to pick coconuts from the shorter trees with ease and I began cracking them between my hands with moderate effort, it was starting to become apparent that even if we got rescued soon, we wouldn't be able to function in normal society ever again.

Kal seemed far less concerned about this than I did, opting to enjoy our time together while we had it. It became normal for us to playfully lap up the never ending streams of precum that drooled out of our dicks from some extradimensional endless reservoir. One lazy afternoon, on day whatever, I found myself sucking idly on his monster manhood as I rested my head on the king size pillows of his pecs. One of his huge hands tenderly caressed my ass. Lately, he couldn't keep his hands off my cheeks, and by the gush of precum that suddenly entered my mouth, he was ready for round 4 that day. I followed it up with a bite from the pile of coconut meat laying on the expanse of his chest.

"See?" he teased, "I knew you would like it."

"Well we're just about of rations from the boat," I muttered. "Except for the peaches."

"There are peaches from the boat?"

"Not anymore," I said. "I'm glad you thought to pack them before we left, they're my favorite."

"No, those are from a peach tree at the top of that overlook," he gestured to a cliff in the distance. "I didn't even know those could grow out here."

"Oh shit," I groaned, suddenly realizing why the imprints I left in the sand were starting to look like yoga balls. "This is so ridiculous. At this rate, I can't even get back into my apartment."

"We can install a garage door," he laughed, giving me an enthusiastic slap on the ass. "And if rescue never comes, I think we've got sufficient flotation devices to get back home."

"Just...shut up," I said, sighing into his juicy chest. Begrudgingly, I decided I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

[leo-muscle]

Kings of the World: Caribbean Waves

Kai knew he was far above the rest. Born into money and power, he got everything he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. Women, cars, planes, food... all at the drop of a dime. He dressed in designer suits, which he constantly bragged about the price of. He wanted the whole world to bow to him, and worship the very ground he walked on.

This leads to Kai's 22nd birthday party, taking place in the Bahamas. He had invited five of his wealthiest friends, the only people he deemed worthy of associating with. They had spent the entire month on Kai's father's dime with women, watersports, booze, and dice, all leading up to one final drinking night on Kai's actual day of birth aboard his luxury yacht, moored to a private island. The party was too much: strippers dotted the decks, fireworks went off every half hour, loud music floated about, and poker chips poured like honey. Kai himself sat at the head table with his five rich friends.

"Here's to one more year of life!" Kai cheered, his voice slurring.

"Hear, hear!" His friends replied, and they all chugged down their liquor like it was water.

"Alright, guys, I've got the next round coming!" Kai shouted, as he dashed back to the bar... only something was amiss.

The scantily-dressed barwoman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an absolute giant of an irishman stood behind the bar, dancing to the beat of the music. He wore no shirt, just a bowtie with a nametag reading "Dom," and short shorts, accentuating his enormous muscles. An easy smile sat on his face, accented by the enormous emerald earring in his right ear. Just by being in the room with the man, Kai felt a need to compete with him.

"Where's Chrissy?" Kai asked, a simmer of anger in his voice.

"Ach, she was feeling a tad ill, so she came to fetch me." The bartender replied in a soothing Irish accent. "Watcha looking for tonight?"

"Something powerful and special." Kai said. "You'd know a thing or two about that."

The bartender's smile twitched. "I think I got just the thing for a birthday boy like you. Little something from back home, you aught to enjoy it."

The bartender turned around, and started pouring a variety of liquors into a shaker, then dancing to mix it all up. Kai couldn't stop looking at his ass: while Kai was incredibly straight, he could easily tell that this man had a great, bouncy bubble butt. His pecs too were incredible, the girls should be all over him-- why weren't they?

The bartender brought the shaker right up to his enormous left pec, opened it up, and dumped something in it that Kai couldn't see. He then presented the drink into a tall tankard. It was a sparkling emerald green, unlike any drink Kai had seen before.

"What is this shit?" Kai groaned.

"Special recipe of mine. You'll learn to make it yourself, someday."

"As if. People make my drinks, not the other way around."

Kai took a big swing of the emerald drink, chugging it all in one go. Instantly, he could feel his insides bubbling.

"Did you poison me?!" Kai screamed, but was inaudible over the clamor of the party.

"Nope." The bartender said. "Enjoy." And with that, he vanished.

Kai ran to the restroom as his muscles began burning and pulsing with new strength. He could barely make it to the bathroom before he began to shake, shiver, moan, and grow.

As Kai grew, a single thought entered his head.

My behavior is not suited for a King.

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Kai's friends were starting to wonder where their leader had gone, when suddenly, a single text appeared on their phones.

Kai: Everyone, come down to the island. There's someone you need to meet.

The group stumbled to the beach, where a single man awaited them, carrying four drinks with him. He was enormous, seven feet tall, and was a stunning example of peak masculinity. He was clearly from the islands around here: his beautiful, dark skin reflected the setting sun perfectly, while saltwater trickled through his tight curls, mustache, and goatee. His gigantic, bouncy, fuckable pecs sat atop a tight muscle gut, indented with the turtle-shell pattern of abs. His biceps outsized his head, and were crisscrossed with a pattern of veins showing his strength. His legs would have been incredibly oversized on any other man, but on him, they were glorious, perfect cylinders striated with pure strength, able to cut through water with ease. His ass was a perfect breeding site for any cock able to work its way past his thick muscle cheeks. An inviting aroma of saltwater and musk wafted from him, beckoning the boys over. It assaulted their nostrils, the scent unimpeded by clothes, for this beach hunk wore only a speedo and a necklace of purest silver. It smelled divine, and although these boys were straight before, this musk was worth far more than any feeble heterosexuality. They almost climbed over each other to get closer to the man.

"Now, now," The beach hunk said. "We can take me in some other time; I'm not the important one here. What is important, is you."

"What do you mean?" One of the rich boys asked. "You're perfect!"

"And you can be too." The beach hunk replied. "You boys want a drink?"

"Yes?" Another rich boy said.

"I made them myself," The beach hunk said, gesturing to the drinks in his hands. They gleamed a pure silver, like liquid mercury.

"From this big boy down here." He continued, patting the massive cock straining to break free of his speedo.

By this point, every single boy had a raging-hard on. They needed to know what this man tasted like. They dashed over to the beach hunk, and each grabbed a glass from the man's enormous hands, and drank the whole thing in one gulp each.

Instantly, their bodies expanded. Their thighs grew from twigs to tree trunks, laced with power. Their arms mirrored their King's, bursting with strength the size of coconuts. Their abs, one by one, popped into existence, forming tight eight-packs on all of their cores.

Soon, one boy started noticing how hot his neighbor was getting. While the beach hunk was a true being of masculinity, his friend was definitely becoming capable of rivaling him. He reached over to his friend's chest, and touched his nipple--

And suddenly, his friend's chest ballooned past almost every letter of the alphabet with mass, growing larger and darker and more sensitive, until his pecs were just as bouncy and voluptuous as his King's.

"B-bro..." He moaned. "I... I need you to touch them..."

His fellow transformee showed no slowness as he latched his rapidly-expanding hands onto his friend's enormous muscle tits, pawing and kneading the muscle and nipple. His friend moaned with pleasure. How could his chest feel so good?

The other two had noticed what their friends were doing, and immediately joined in. One began worshipping another's ass, while the final one began giving his friend a blowjob. Soon, their asses and dicks had all expanded into pillars and beautiful mounds of dark flesh, sensitive and plush, perfect for kneading. The friends grew closer and closer together, their hair darkening and tightening as they went, until they had all become a massive literal clusterfuck. Each man was sucking a nipple, taking a dick, fucking an ass, all in the most intense pleasure any of them had ever felt in their life.

Though, eventually, it was all too much. They felt their load coming right from their new enormous bull balls... and they just couldn't hold it any longer. In a burst of cum, they all released each other, panting on the sand in their beautiful new forms.

King Kai knew his new boys would make great citizens of his kingdom, but there was still much work to be done. He would go about this subtly, with his own line of drinks laced with kingly fluid. Soon, the islands would be peaceful, and everyone would live freely and without strife.

[selfishlove-tf]

Jay was a cam boy and he had a lot of fans, but there was always one in particular that was always present for him. Pecboi: hey handsome, hows your day? Jay was always happy to see Pecboi because of their mutual love for a mans chest. Jay absolutely loved playing with his pecs, and when others would call them breasts. Pecboi: you storing milk in those breasts baby? Jay nodded with a wicked smile as he groped his left tit and gave it a small jiggle. Pecboi: you want someone to latch onto those bad boys and suckle you dry? Jay, once again, nodded as he wrapped his other hand around his throbbing dick and started jerking it off. Pecboi: let's try something, if you don't mind Jay was curious to see what Pecboi meant. Soon, his live public video went into Private Session and it was only him and Pecboi. Pecboi: Let's get started, give me a good show Jay smiled, raising his arms and flexing his biceps. He moved his mouth to his right bi and started to lick it with his long tongue, kissing it and suckling on it til it left a red mark, pure lust reflected in his eyes. Jey leaned back and used his other hand to start stroking his dick. Tips were coming in at small numbers - money spent to support and show love to creators. Jay had a butt plug in his ass between his thick bubbly cheeks vibrating every time a tip came in. From a single tip, it would vibrate for a second, but Pecboi was doing them intermittently as to hit Jay repeatedly. Ding! Moan. Ding! Moan. Jay was slowly thrusting his dick through a tightly gripped hand, his moans becoming louder each time. It was bareable, and it wasn't going to make him cum too quickly. Pecboi seemed to have other ideas and, soon enough, started tipping larger amounts. The larger amounts made the vibrations last longer; this time for about ten seconds. Jay was surprised at first and rocked his hips harder, moving his free hand to his tits and tweaking a nipple, his moans increasing. Pecboi: You want more baby? You love those tits, don't you? Jay moaned in agreement, desperation and lust shot through the camera with white hot piercing hazel eyes. Pecboi smiled. Pecboi: Well how about we make them the star of the show? Jay was confused, but was greeted with more tipping, but now a much larger increased sum that made vibrations last for a minute. Yet, this time, Pecboi made sure to send a few in succession so that once one of the vibration sessions finished, another one started immediately. Jay felt it hit and his voice hitched. It was a strange feeling, the vibrations shooting from his ass, through his body and into his pecs and, instead of one hand on tit and one one dick, he moved both of his hands to his nipples. Vibration after vibration came through and Jay was thrusting his hips up into the air, a sheet of sweat covering his body, but his hands were busy teasing his nipples and, soon, groping his chest, the sensitivity seemingly increasing with each grab. Pecboi: That's right, show me what I'm investing in baby. Pecboi increased the tip amount once more; this time it had added intensity to the vibration and, for what felt like continuous vibrating turned into vibrating much more intense. It was wrecking Jay as his moans became much more wanton and needy, sweat pouring from his skin as he continued to grope his pecs and twist his nipples. Soon enough, a build up of energy had reached its apex, but it wasn't flowing over. In his hands, he felt his pecs get much bigger. It was like he was inflating. Slowly, his pecs ballooned out, and their sensitivity was shot up to eleven. He couldn't stop groping them as more and more of his hands were getting full of the muscle. Soon enough, they were spilling out of his grip, and started to jiggle before firming up a little. Jay looked down and couldn't see past them except for between the deep valley. He grabbed two fingers, placed them in the valley and squished his pecs together and started to move his fingers in a thrusting motion. It was pure sex as his other hand went to his nipple and started to flick and twist and tweak as he fucked his ballooning tits. They continued to grow, and the electricity that zapped through him had stored and pooled into his chest. The energy was growing and growing until suddenly, it felt like it was moving towards is nipples. Jay was breathing heavily, his room smelling like sex and lust as sweat poured off of his skin making him look like a bronzed medal. He was humping the air, begging for release, and then it happened. The feeling of energy shot to his nipples like pins and needles and Jay yelled as his hands grabbed both of his tits and squeezed. White liquid shot from each nipple, getting all over his body and some onto his face. His rock-hard dick was cumming buckets and his ass clenched tightly onto the vibrator that it made the sensations more orgasmic. He continued to moan as spurt after spurt came from his dick and nipples and, as it finally calmed down, he took a finger and dipped it into the nipple cum, and brought it to his mouth. He looked at the camera, knowing full well Pecboi was pleased, and suckled on the finger as seductively as he could. After a minute or so, Pecboi finished the private session. The camera switched back to Public and messages flooded in. Holy shit, his pecs are so big! Look at them jiggle every time he moves! Fuck I wanna suckle on those tits! Is that cum or is he leaking?? Fuck I want that hard dick to breed me! Such a hot body, I want him to ruin my hole!

[transformation4life]

A New Sponsor

Hyde gawked at the posters lining the wall at his local mall. The posters were all of bodybuilders promoting various products for the grocery store at the end of the hallway. Hydi always had a hard-on for big and strong men so it was like heaven.

"It wouldn't hurt if I grabbed one right?" But before Hyde could get his hands on one a poster fell onto him making him collapse to the ground. After Hyde regained his bearings he took a look at the poster that "attacked" him.

"Hadi choopan... never heard of this guy before. I don't think this poster is for me though," Hydi somewhat put the poster back on the wall and sighed. Hyde came to the mall to buy groceries and other items so he had no time to just stare at pieces of paper and went inside the store.

The beginning of his escapade getting his items wasn't too interesting. Although a nagging feeling started to grow within Hyde as people inside the store seemed to stare at him more than usual. One person even went up to Hyde and said that their outfit was a bold one. What's so bold about a t-shirt and shorts Hydi though to himself, but he finally get everything he wanted and dashed to the nearest checkout lane.

"Oh hey Hydi! It's so nice to see you back so soon!" The cashier spoke like they knew Hyde for a long time. Hyde gave a bit of confused look at the cashier for calling him Hydi. That definitely wasn't his name.

"Umm it's not Hydi it's..." Hyde paused. He felt like his name was Hyde yet being called Hydi felt more right and correct so he must've just had a dazed moment.

"Ah... sorry you're right it is Hydi," Hydi put more items on the conveyer belt and engaged in some small talk with the cashier.

"So I see you still walk around in nothing but your blue posers huh," The cashier gave a quick laugh. Now that really perplexed Hydi. He for sure put on a full set of clothes, but to his surprise when Hydi looked down at his body he was really just wearing a shiny blue poser and nothing else. Hydi recalled the things he did today and he could now clearly remember putting just the posers on and doing the same thing the day before. Hydi did really love the freedom after all how could he forget?

"It's okay I understand why you do that. I would do the same thing if I were a big guy like you..." The cashier laughed again

"Me a big guy? I'm as skinny as a branch!" Hydi argued back.

"Aw don't sell yourself short Hydi. You're the biggest guy in the store!" That's when like a switch hit, Hydi's muscle instantly bulked up. Biceps as strong as old tree branches, big juicy and poppable pecs, solid six pack abs, a big ass, sausage-size fingers, tree trunk thighs, and big feet were the many things he now had. Not to mention some visible veins.

"Yea... you're right I am the biggest guy here!" prompting Hydi to give a good bicep flex to the cashier as his voice lowered with every grunt.

"That's the spirit! Let's not forget the persian features and sexy beard that compliment those big muscles~" the cashier said with an interesting implication.

Like clockwork Hydi instantly gained a manly beard and his white features were replaced with more persian ones. A brownish color of skin seeping and taking over his former white as his hair slicked back. Hydi didn't seem to notice the changes as he continued to flex for the cashier.

"Alright enough of that Hadi here's your bag. Goodluck on the photoshoot!" The cashier smiled as they handed the bag to Hadi as he stopped flexing.

"Thank you for luck... Sorry my english isn't good..." A thick persian accent quickly plopped itself into Hadi's speaking ability. Hadi quickly walked out of the grocery store as he strut with his massive ass.

When Hadi made it to the entrance a quick thought hit him. He was always the legendary Hadi Choopan right? It was a weird question to ask but it just seemed to be something that bothered Hadi. Hadi had to eventually shrug it off as he had a photo shoot to attend to. Hadi was still in just his posers as he walked to his car and drove.

"Ah Hadi you just arrived in time! I see you brought a good prop for the shoot" the director looked down at Hadi's groceries which turned into a evogen promotional bag.

"Alright now pose with those big muscles of yours and... Click!"

Hadi wasn't smiling in the photo but he very much enjoyed what was going on.

"Perfect! Alright I need one without the bag now. Just show us your stuff okay?" The director pointed to where Hadi could put the bag and then immediately went into position.

"*Click*"

"Great! Perfect! Amazing! Alright just one and I need you to smile for this one. Think of your loyal fans and sponsors and... pose!"

All the thoughts of his fans, family, and supporters really meant the world to Hadi. That's what he always was. The big persian wolf that loved to build his body about to give the smile of a lifetime with a strong thumbs up

[ccuunnttbbooyyss]

Another glorious display of technological mastery by The Company!

Here we have 22 year old Jun Aimoto who had previously been 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighed only 135lbs. Now Jun stands at an impressive 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs just over 200lbs!

This miracle of medical science is due to the newest in hormone therapy done by The Company. In conjunction with the cuntification procedure, Jun opted for a full-body breeder package.

This package redesigns the host’s primary sexual functions and transforms them into an insatiable breeding machine. Jun’s already high intellect- while severely hindered by the procedure- lives on in his DNA and he has quickly paid off his surgery by playing the perfect baby maker for high-end and wealthy clientele.

Here is a brief demonstration on the affects of the full-body breeder procedure on a patient’s pectoral muscles. Freshly drained they remain soft and pliable. Fully engorged with milk, Jun’s pectorals would remain large, squishy, and (reportedly) more satisfying to both have and play with when compared to previously available chest augmentation.

The Company- moving towards a new era of human evolution.