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Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to celebrate men with brown eyes.
I must wear something gay.
Construction got me sweating… who’s helping me cool off? 😮💨🛠️
His scent never left the room or your mind.
Your face looks great in that jockstrap.
Does he make you dizzy?
Marvin sat alone in his dorm, the room dim except for the cold white glow of his desk lamp. He held the green vial up to the light, watching the liquid swirl slow and viscous inside. His fingers trembled, not from fear no, he was ready but from adrenaline, nerves spiking in anticipation. It was supposed to be the final step. Not just muscle. Clarity. Confidence. Intelligence intact, with the body to match.
He muttered, “No more getting pushed around… no more sitting quiet in the back row…”
He uncorked it. The glass clinked softly.
A breath. Then he knocked it back.
Thick. Bitter. Almost oily. He swallowed it all.
And waited.
Five seconds. Ten. The vial slipped from his hand and rolled onto the floor.
Then it hit.
“Ugh hhhaagh!”
His stomach clenched. Heat flared outward. He dropped to one knee, gripping the side of his bed. His breath hitched. Short, shallow. Then his chest lurched forward bones shifting with audible pops. His hoodie pulled tight across his pecs. He gasped, tried to stand, but his legs trembled as his thighs spasmed beneath him.
“What the fuck nghh somethin’s too fast”
His hoodie stretched, seams whining. Shoulders rounded, thickened, the fabric climbing his arms as muscle exploded outward. His sleeves burst at the elbows. He grunted loud as his traps rose up, neck thickening. He flexed involuntarily, biceps pulsing, swelling round and veiny.
His eyes widened. “Shit, bro f-fuck, I’m huge what’s hah what’s goin’ on?”
Veins crawled down his forearms, hands twitching with growing mass. His chest thrust forward, popping the zipper open as pecs pushed out, heavy and high. His breath deepened. Slowed. His mind buzzed then dipped. Drowned under the growing pressure of sensation.
“Wait I… I was gonna be smart still, I—I—”
His voice dropped mid-sentence. It cracked, then settled into a low, heavy rumble.
He groaned, swaying. His shorts gripped his waist tighter as his glutes surged. His thighs ballooned, slamming together. The seams split wide open.
SHRRRIP
“Fuckkkk, dude…” he mumbled, blinking slow.
He looked down, chest rising like a machine. Abs clenched in rows of stone, hips flaring narrow beneath the shredded waistband. His lats stuck out like wings. His arms hung heavy at his sides, twitching as he flexed slightly thick, meat-packed, flawless.
The mirror across the room caught his attention.
His lips parted.
“Duuude…”
He stumbled forward.
“Bro I’m… I’m a fuckin’ beast…”
His eyes were glassy. Thoughts slow. He scratched the back of his thick neck, blinking.
“Wait… what was I uh…”
He frowned. Tried to think.
Nothing.
He looked down at himself again and smirked.
“Heh. Whatever, bro. This looks fuckin’ sick.”
