Bodybuilder Appreciator

TF Writer / Big Men Simp

[transformation4life]

Bag Full of Muscles

You were hungry. Very hungry, so you decided to order some McDonald's. You open up your favorite delivery app and order your usual meal. Curiously though, at checkout a popup appeared

FLASH DEAL

GET 50% OFF ORDER IF YOU ORDER OFF INTERNATONAL MENU

You couldn't believe that number. There was no way you could miss this deal so you add a random item from the international order and press order.

After 30 minutes the food arrives in a bag with foreign symbols on it, which seemed to be chinese. You guessed this was to make it seem authentic. You start pulling things out. After pulling everything out, you peer into the bag, making sure you didn't miss any stray fries. To your surprise however something else happened.

The bag lunged at your face and plopped itself over your head. You gasp and try to take it off but it wouldn't come off no matter how much force you put into yanking it. With your vision concealed, your body was ready to transform.

First you gained many inches in height, clothes getting tighter as you reached an impressive 6ft. Then your skin began to tan a little bit, like you've seen spent years under the harsh sun. In tandem with that, your face was shifting into something more Asian, your eyes become more oval shaped, your nose getting thinner and lips more plump. The cherry on top was some facial hair giving you a light mustache and goatee along with a trendy hairstyle.

And then came the muscles. Every part of your body bulged out. With massive pecs, big thighs, and thick limbs ripe for flexing. and a big ass and dick. Your clothes all ripped apart, but thankfully they remended themselves into the perfect stringer and shorts. The finishing touch to your transformation was vision worsening, but then glasses plopping in front of your eyes.

Your instincts were changing. A much more cocky, jocky persona pushing out the meek boring person you once were. Your mind was brought to one thing to do.

Flex.

You put your meaty hands to the bag and rip it apart, its function being complete. Now you had to urge to look at yourself. You find your upgraded phone and open its camera, lifting up your shirt so you can see your meat mounds "我的胸肌很大，對吧?" (My pecs are huge, aren't they?) You mutter.

At that point you can feel your pecs begging to be released so you take the whole tank off and let your tits breathe.

The area around you shifted to that of a home gym and the scenery of gym equipment got your groin bulging and wanting to workout, so you did. Hours after hours. Machine after machine you were hella pumped you needed to take a pic. You grabbed a phone stand from a nearby closet and put your phone on it and snapped a pic.

After that, new memories came flooding in of your new Chinese heritage and lifestyle. With more jockish upbringings and going to the gym since your teenage years and being an aspiring bodybuilder. Your life was a lot more streamlined now. workout sleep repeat.

With your new life cemented, you got back to the machines. You had a competition to bulk for!

[transformation4life]

Young Muscle

Conrad was 65 years old, past his prime and lived alone. The man lived a sad lonely life and felt like he had wasted his entire youth on drugs and living what he thought at the time was the high life. Those days, were long gone and what was left was an empty man. Things would change however, when Conrad heard a knock on his door while watching tv.

The old man got up, having to slowly do so and walked to the front door, opening it, expecting some door to door salesman to sell him a useless product. Instead to his surprise was a box with a note plastered on top.

"Who the hell put this here?" Conrad spoke. The old man's first thought was that someone was pulling on prank on him.

Conrad thought it better to get it over with and plucked the note from the top of the box and gave it a read

DEAR CONRAD

IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE WASTED YOUR LIFE AND WISH YOU COULD TAKE IT ALL BACK. I WISH TO HELP YOU IN THIS ENDEAVOR. INSIDE THE BOX IS A BRACELET THAT YOU REMIND YOU OF THAT YOUTH YOU HAVE LOST.

ENJOY!

- ???

The note immediately perplexed Conrad. What the fuck were they talking about he thought. Magic doesn't exist and Conrad doubts this "bracelet" will suddenly attract lovers. Conrad was still convinced this was a prank, but decided to bring the box inside so no hooligans record him. The old man picked up the box and plopped it onto the nearby kitchen table. Conrad also grabbed a knife from his kitchen to open the box. Knife in hand, Conrad cut the box open to reveal whatever could be inside.

To Conrad's mild surprise, there was a bracelet in the box. Nothing special, as the only notable thing about it was a diamond shaped green jewel on the top.

"So they weren't lying, huh" Conrad put his hand into the box and grabbed the bracelet, pulling it out and inspected it from various angles.

"Doesn't look rigged..."

Conrad was slowly being convinced that this bracelet wasn't a prank. And then the old man thought back to what the letter said.

"Remind you of your youth..." The words were too enticing to not try.

Against Conrad's better judgement, he put the bracelet on his left wrist in hopes of attaining what seemed impossible.

But the impossible was becoming possible in a matter of seconds. There was a instant sense of euphoria coming from every part of Conrad's body the moment the bracelet made contact with the wrist. That euphoria was translating into a magical process. Conrad was de-aging. Wrinkles were evaporating. Conrad's skin was clearing and looking more youthful. Conrad's crow feet smoothed out as any grey hairs regained their color. Conrad's spine straighten and gained many inches in height. By the time the changes were done, Conrad looked 60 years younger. A man that looked about in his twenties. To conrad it, felt so good that his small dick shot up in size as well. The euphoria would continue when Conrad's facial features was the next focus of attention.

Conrad's face was very stereotypical American, even after he regained his youth. The bracelet's power had other plans though. Conrad's features were shifting and rearranging. Something more masculine and fierce, but also... Turkish. With a more defined jawline, straighter nose, and more defined cheekbones. Conrad's hairstyle also took the time to properly restyle itself from an old man style to something much more youthful and trendy. Conrad now had the look of a turkish man in his 20's.

"Kahretsin… Kendimi çok genç hissediyorum!" (Shit… I feel So Young!) Conrad moaned. Not noticing the complete switch to speaking Turkish.

There was just one more thing to be done to Conrad's body physically.

Growth.

Conrad was gaining muscle at a rapid rate. His thighs thickened, his feet got bigger. Conrad's ass ballooned into a fat juicy behind. Abs were perfectly carved into his torso while beef was filling his pecs into two bouncy mounds. Conrad's lats widened while his triceps and biceps grew to two trunk-like arms with hands that fit the new girth. And finally, Conrad's traps and beck bulged in size. Throughout the process, many rips were heard as the muscles were breaking out of Conrad's old man clothes. That's when Conrad felt the urge to flex all his newly gained muscles and caused further tearing until everything he was wearing fell right off besides his underwear.

Only clad in his underwear, Conrad majestically walked to his bedroom where a mirror was located. With each step of his big foot, the struggling boxers filled its open holes and enlarged to fit Conrad's new dick and ass. And then, Conrad arrived in front of his mirror, allowing himself to see the young adonis he had become. This kickstarted the last couple of changes, this time more mental than physical.

Conrad's very life was being rewritten. Reality shifting to fit the new him. All old man experiences were gone as the most recent year Conrad could remember was his 22nd year. His american origins were also changed with more turkish ones. The name Conrad being lost to the aether as Mustafa came to prominence as his true name. Instead of a sad life, Mustafa had been rigorously bulking his body since he was 16 years old. A more jockish personality spread forth as Mustafa got more and more confident about his body and lifestyle. That lifestyle including a lot more friends just like him. The home around Mustafa shifted into a bigger more impressive place with a mini gym and an entire cupboard of workout gear.

"O kadar seksi görünüyorum ki..." (I look so fucking hot...) Mustafa muttered. Fully reveling in his looks. Arousal evident by the tent in his underwear slowly increasing.

Mustafa pouted his face, really trying to revel in his masculine features. It looks silly sure, but his girlfriend thought it was hot-

Girlfriend... Fuck, Mustafa had a girlfriend now. Memories of meeting her and dating her filled Mustafa's mind, completely drowning out Conrad as the bracelet he was wearing turned into a smart watch.

Mustafa, the young turkish jock was complete.

Mustafa felt ready to burst, but he just remembered he had to get going to gym in an hour. Mustafa headed to his expansive closet and grabbed everything he needed for a great workout. After making his protein shake, Mustafa made his way to the gym in his very nice looking car, excited for another pump filled workout.

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Mustafa sat down after a very intense workout, really feeling that pump in all his muscles.

His Tank top was drenched in sweat, clinging to his skin. So, Mustafa got a lil' cocky and took his tank right off, leaving it on a nearby bench, then getting up to head to his next machine. Confidence oozed from the jock as he strut side to side.

Mustafa continued on in his fulfilling life, with everything the old Conrad could have ever dreamed. Mustafa even ended up in a big bodybuilding competition as such a young age.

Today's Youth simply got boomers beat. Even though the jock didn't know he was one just months prior.

[transformation4life]

Serving With a Smile

You're walking on a city street, not really paying attention to the world around you, unbothered. Suddenly you see someone zooming by on their bike while on their phone. That's not safe you think to yourself. An overwhelming urge to do something overcomes you, and you start running to catch up with the bike.

As you run, your body starts to sweat, clothes feeling tighter. It's growing. Your stomach and any fat on it flattened into a mouthwatering set of abs. Your lats and back widen in length as your arms are pumped with bodybuilder size muscles that look like thick veiny poles. Your hands grow a few sizes, much like large paws. Your pecs start to push out, riding your shirt up until it looks like two watermelons were smooshed in. Your neck thickened, deepening your voice while your traps bulged out. Like your arms, your legs thicken up to hold all your new upper muscles with bigger feet and nice thighs. Your shoes burst open but you don't stop running. Speaking of apparel, it too, was changing. Your simple t-shirt was growing, fitting to your form almost perfectly. the shirt's collar blossomed out, akin to that of a dress shirt. A small placket appeared below, with just two buttons, not passing your pecs. Two breast pockets appear from the sides of the placket, the one on your left pec has a police identification badge pop in above it. Two small shoulderpads attached themselves to the shirt as it turned a bright police officier blue. Your shorts were turning a darker blue and becoming a rougher material as they were tucked into new police boots. the final clothing additions being a belt wrapping around your waist and a wrist watch slithering around your left wrist. A police hat fell from above onto your unchanged head signaling your full transformation into a muscular police officer.

That wouldn't be the end of it, as something even more magical occurred. The very world around you was altering, becoming more bright and cliche like an anime. Your face wasn't spared from the animification, any imperfections were removed from your skin. Your hair turned brown and became a typical anime haircut, your features became more soft and friendly, contrasting your bulging muscles. Memories of your former life were disappearing, being replaced with new ones of joining the police force and not much else, ready to serve the people of your country. That's when you stopped the speeding biker's bike with just your pinky fair "Woah there Miss!! Slow your roll!!"

You walk to the other side of the bike, brimming with confidence.

"You need to be careful! You shouldn't be on your phone while bicycling!"

The woman pulls down her phone and murmurs an apology, allowing for you to see the woman's face for the first time. Despite everything, You were... striken with her looks at first sight. An unexplainable urge to try and woo her right then and there felt unstoppable. You went straight to flexing and bouncing your pecs, hoping she will understand your advances.

The woman looked confused, and just rode her bike away. That didn't deter you however. You were in love with that girl and you're gonna show it to her loud and proud!

You jog all the way back to the police station, ready to tell your coworkers about the beautiful woman that you met.

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Saw this guy in an ad and got instant inspo to write this. It's a bit different from my usual but hope the story is enjoyable!

[transformation4life]

China Expo

Jacob entered the Expo Hall from the connecting Hallway of the Hotel he was staying at. The biggest convention celebrating Chinese Culture was happening and Jacob just had to attend. Even though Jacob is white as day, he enjoyed all the foods, traditions, and more ever since he was a kid. After showing the online ticket to the receptionist he was already dashing to the first booth

The first booth that caught Jacob's eye was one with an interesting title.

"Get Closer with Chinese Culture..." Jacob read aloud.

The booth was run by a very old man that definitely looked Chinese. Rows of steamed dumplings, each on a napkin lined the table.

"Free Treat? Don't mind if I do! Thanks Old man!"

The old man doesn't say anything, he just nods. Jacob grabs a dumpling and consumes it within seconds. It had the perfect most amazing texture and the heat made it just feel like it was warming up the entire body perfectly.

"Mmmmm that tasted amazing!" Jacob exclaimed. He wanted to grab another, but he needed to be courteous to other expo goers.

Jacob walked away, excited to see what other booths there were. Meanwhile the old man smiled as he muttered something.

"很快，他就會像我們一樣…" (Soon, he will be like us...)

Jacob looked from his left and right as he walked, seeing whatever interested him. There was many booths about chinese culture he was already aware of, so he passed on them. It took a bit but he finally saw something that was new to him.

"Basketball in China" The Booth title read. Jacob was immediately intrigued and headed on over.

"Hello young man! Would you like to learn about the history of Basketball in China?" The enthusiastic young woman behind the booth asked.

Jacob responded with a gleeful yes and the woman started to explain. Jacob learned many things as the woman spoke and each detail made him quite excited.

"And that's about everything! You looked quite happy to learn about this stuff. Are you a basketball player?"

"Oh, no not really. I'm just a big fan of chinese culture yaknow?"

"Ah I see. Well this ball here was used in a championship game in China. Personally, I think just touching the ball used in a game can make you feel like you were really there!"

"Interesting thought. Let's give it a shot then. If you don't mind."

"Of course of course. Go ahead."

Jacob walked closer to the booth and put his right hand on the top of the basketball and closed his eyes. He imagined being on the court. Dodging the opposing team, making great plays, and shooting shots with a team. They were fun thoughts. Jacob never really cared about basketball before but this was different, he thinks. While Jacob kept imagining something was happening to his clothes. Something... magical.

The material in his clothes were changing. They were becoming... looser but also perfect for absorbing sweat. Jacob's pants were shortening, the hem riding up until they became shorts at around knee length. Jacob's shirt sleeves were retracting themselves into the main short part until they were like they never existed. The collar of the shirt widened as fabric disappeared allowing for a much bigger neck hole. The shirt became a tank top. Jacob's regular shoes that he wore everywhere were patched up and the material strengthened and turned into Nike's tennis shoes. For a finishing touch, the tank top and shorts turned a white color and an orange color fading in around the rim of the top and the hems of the shorts. Jacob was now wearing a basketball uniform.

When the transformation of his clothes finished, Jacob took his hand off the ball and opened his eyes. For a second he looked confused but then went back to normal

"Actually, I dunno why I said I don't play basketball. I play it all the time! Heck there's a reason why I brought my uniform!" Jacob proceeded to explain his history with the sport. Even talking about teammates he definitely didn't play with or know 5 minutes ago.

"Anyways there's more booths I need to go to. Thanks so much for explaining this stuff to a fellow basketball fan!" Jacob waved goodbye and so did the woman.

Jacob explored more booths. Though none made him experience more changes like the basketball booth. Jacob was having the time of his life. He couldn't stop absorbing all of what the booths had to offer. The number of them felt endless. When the fun was still at its peak, at the corner of Jacob's eye he saw something that made him ecstatic.

"Bodybuilding in China and Chinese Bodybuilders" The first word was all Jacob needed to dash on over to the booth.

The man behind the booth looked pretty bulky and was well equipped to discuss bodybuilding.

"Gosh, it's so cool that this booth exists! I'm a huge fan of bodybuilding." Jacob said to the man gleefully

"Glad to hear that. So, ready to learn then?"

"Mhm! You know it!" And so the booth owner began to explore the history of bodybuilding.

Bits and pieces of what the man was saying were already known to Jacob, but a lot of it was new to him. What was also new to Jacob was his body starting to grow and bulk. As time passed and the man continued to talk, Jacob's body got bigger all at once. Little by little, Jacob was gaining muscle and height. Thick, touching thighs. Big feet. Massive popping pecs. Wide lats and traps. Biceps like mountain peaks with equally big hands. A thicker neck. A bigger dick, and a bouncy bigger noticeable behind. Jacob's basketball uniform grew with him, letting his biceps not be constrained by any sleeves. By the time the bulky man was done, Jacob had completely transformed into a man with a bodybuilder physique.

"That's about it! It's nice to see a fellow bodybuilder interested in their culture in other parts of the world"

The new beefy Jacob didn't process what the man said for a second before realizing oh he was talking about him.

"Yupppp. Being a fan of China and being a bodybuilder is an interesting combo for sure." Jacob flexes one of his biceps and bounces his pecs.

Jacob and the man talk about routines and other workout related topics, before bidding farewell with another.

"That guy really gets me..." Jacob says as he starts looking for more booths.

A couple of hours past and the expo is about to close for the night. Jacob along the way even got stopped to ask for photos due to standing out so much. Jacob only had time for one more booth. His eyes landed on....

"What Its Like Being Chinese" Jacob knew this would be a good ending topic so he jogged to the booth.

"Hey there! I'm so interested in Chinese Culture! Please tell me what its like to be Chinese" Jacob excitedly told the booth runner.

"Ah, it is nice to see someone as big as yourself so interested in your culture. As you wish. Its hard to put into words... Hmm... How about you close your eyes and I describe it to you!"

"sure thing!" Jacob closed his eyes.

"Now... imagine a bustling busy and crowded city."

Jacob imagined that very thing. His mind filled in the blanks of what looked like a city in China. Many chinese people walking by.

"What's the first you think you would notice?"

"Definitely the heat. I read its hot over there..."

"Yes... Definitely" As the man said, Jacob's skin darkened a lil' gaining a small tan.

"Next... imagine a traditional house. What do you see?"

"Mmmm... My parents making something..." "What do they look like." "They look... Asian. Chinese."

"Good Good. What features stand out to you?"

"Probably the oval shaped eyes, the thicker eyebrows, the squarer jaws, the mildly plumper lips and my dad's hair..." In sync with his thoughts, Jacob's eyes thinned and became more oval shaped and his eyebrows got thicker. Jacob's jaw became more square along with his nose flattening and his lips plumping up. Jacob's hair also restyled itself into a more trendy modern asian haircut.

"Those are the standout features yes... Now imagine your parents speaking to you. In Chinese yes?"

"Yes. Fluent Chinese."

"Do you think they'd know English?"

"No... Don't think so..."

"Imagine responding back. What language would you use?"

"Chinese..."

"Would YOU know English?"

"……不，我不懂英語。" (..... No, I don't know English.)

"正確的。想像一下你的父母呼喚你的名字。你叫什麼名字？" (Correct. Imagine your parents call your name. What is your name?)

"我的名字是…………………………郭剛。我是一名自豪的中國移民。(My name is………………………………………………. Gang Guo. I am a proud Chinese immigrant.)

"剛睜開眼睛" (Open your eyes, Gang)

Gang Guo opened his eyes. The world felt new despite knowing he was in his 30's. A further cementation of this fact was a small amount of facial hair gathering near his mouth and chin. Chinese letters also appeared on his basketball uniform and the number 24 below it.

"你感覺如何？" (How do you feel?) The man asked the now chinese bodybuilder.

"我感覺……太好了！驚人的！我感覺重生了" (I feel… Great! Amazing! I feel reborn!) Gang spoke in triumph. He even got the urge to bounce his pecs.

"我很高興。很高興再次見到你，岡。" (I'm glad. It's so good to see you again, Gang.)

"同樣地。不過我該走了。世博會即將閉幕，我有一場比賽要參加。" (Likewise. I should get going though. The expo is about to close and I have a game to attend.)

The two chinese men bowed to each other and Gang exited the convention hall where he entered a very nice Subaru car. Gang drove his way to the nearby basketball court and parked it. There, Gang was met with a huge as hell crowd, ready to watch him specifically play some ball. Gang walked into the court, smirking. He was known for his basketball skills and he was gonna show off.

Gang's opponent was a rather well toned man. The size didn't matter though. He knew he was gonna dominate. Once Gang got the ball he bounced it all the way to the hoop. The thinner man didn't have a chance as he shot his shot, the ball perfectly landing in.

The crowd cheered as Gang raised his arms for another flex. The rest of the match was a curb stomp, but everyone involved had a good time. Gang thanked everyone for coming and headed back to the hotel where he was staying via another car drive. It didn't take too long before he was back in his own hotel room.

Gang didn't rest though. He opened up his suitcase and grabbed one thing only. A shiny light blue poser. Gang set the poser aside on the couch and then stripped himself of all his clothes letting his big dick dangle out. Said dick was sealed up when Gang slid the poser on. Gang had a competition soon and he needed to practice poses if he wanted to win first place. So, Gang retrieved his phone from his shorts pocket and set it up on the couch. Gang pressed record on his phone's camera app and started to practice his posing routine.

Once Gang was done practicing he went back to his phone and stopped the recording before playing it back. Safe to say, Gang was quite satisfied with what he was reviewing. Now it was actually time to sleep. Gang took his poser clean off and hopped into bed. Sleeping naked was his preferred way to rest. Tomorrow was gonna be a nice day at the gym... Once morning hit, Gang's alarm on his phone went off and Gang sprang into action to get ready for the gym. After the morning routine he was in his car in a flash and headed to his favorite gym in the area. Today was a gym day like no other. A good pump all around. Good chest. good abs. Good everything. Gang was proud of his Chinese heritage and his physique and his hobbies. He smiled as Gang grabbed one of his pecs and give it a good jingle. This was the life to have. A life as a Chinese bodybuilder.

[transformation4life]

Lumber in The Wood

You know you shouldn't gone off the beaten path on the trail, but something was calling to you on the other side of the blocked end. When you walked around the barrier, you found what felt like an endless amount of trees wherever you looked. You kept walking, and walking, and walking. You definitely have gotten lost and could not find your way back even if you wanted to. You were getting a bit exhausted and were hoping for a place to rest when you spotted something odd. It was a tree stump. But that wasn't the only thing there. Next to it was a loose chunk of tree and an axe.

You approach the stump, looking at the two items next to it. You wonder if a Lumberjack in the area left it here on accident. But then that begs why there's a lumberjack in a public trail area... Your first urge was to just leave it alone and move on. And yet, another thought overtook it. What if you tried to cut the chunk yourself. You were skinny and lanky and barely did any exercise but you were bored out of your mind and you felt the hypothetical lumberjack wouldn't mind his job being done for him. Probably. You picked up the chunk of tree and it was extremely heavy, but you managed to put it on the stump after a couple minutes. Then, you grabbed the axe which was also heavy but manageable with two hands. You thought to how you remember seeing people cutting trees in half and tried to replicate it. You gripped the axe tight and swung down with as much force as you could

*Thwack*

The axe made contact with the wood. Not even a dent or scratch. You were unsatisfied with the fact that your full powered swing meant nothing. You wanted to do more swings. And so you did. Over and over, you kept swinging. It never felt like you were making progress. The more that you focused on cutting the chunk, the more that the tall trees around you faded into the background as your sole goal was to cut this chunk. You were completely that with the more swings under your belt. Your body was... growing and changing. Rapidly.

It started with your arms, of course. They began to gain mass and bulk. Biceps with big peaks and good triceps too. Your hands also got bigger, thicker, more calloused like you've been swinging axes for years. Next was your torso as any fat in your abdomen was sucked away, letting an impressive six pack fill in. Your pectorals blossomed and bulge into meat filled mounds begging to be bounced. Your lats expanded allowing for your back to spread and grow like wings. Your traps also gained some beef. Your legs were now up and got thicker as well, but not too much as that your thighs were touching each other. Your ass massively expanded outwards allowing for a thick noticeable caboose. On the other end was your dick lengthening and thickening to a nine inch monster. Your feet grew a few sizes as well. There was so many ripping sounds coming from your clothes but you drowned them all out despite still failing to make any progress.

And that's when your face started to remold itself into something much more masculine and sexy. Your clean shaven face was covered in very very small facial hairs creating a faint beard shadow. Below your nose on the other hand, the hairs were showing no signs of stopping growth and a bushy mustache quickly formed. Your hair trimmed down and was stylized into something masculine and befitting of a lumberjack while also attaining a brownish color. Signs of age crept up onto your face giving you a much older appearance. The finishing touches were your vision worsening a little before a pair of glasses and a black cap with the letter R embroidered on it landed onto your ears and head respectively.

Speaking of wearables, your ripped clothes were now being patched up by an invisible force, but also changing form. Your shirt lost its collar melting into the fabric and letting the neck hole widen in response. Your shirt sleeves retracted into the shirt, letting the arm holes also widen. The material was loosening into something much more free flowing and comfortable and its color changing to a white color leading to the shirt becoming a tank top. Your shorts were a different story, The hem stretching downwards until it reached your ankle with the material becoming something sturdier. Denim. The jeans were not extremely fitting and were very tight allowing for your ass to really show. The shorts turned jeans changed color to a proper denim blue. Your underwear also repaired itself and grew some sizes to accommodate your new body. The final piece of clothing to change was your tennis shoes. The color was changing from blacks and reds to a country brown, the leather getting tougher and turning into boots. Your transformation into a tough and gruff woodcutter was finished and you were completely unaware. You still had one goal in mind. Cut. That. Chunk. You rested a little. New muscle Memory kicked in as you prepped your axe for your final attempt. And... you swung with all your might. Each new swing distancing your old life into your new one.

You had finally done it. After some cursing and struggling you did it. you cut the thick chunk! Now it was time to collect the wood and prepare it for the market tomorrow. The locals always loved your cuts of wood. You collect the wood and head home to your small living space in the middle of nowhere. You put the woodpile in the back of your old pickup truck before heading inside your abode. Once inside you take off your cap and shoes placing 'em in their spots and let out a heavy sigh. You plop yourself on the couch and turn on the tv and relax your muscles.

In a few hours it'll be back to work...

[transformation4life]

Initiate Project Schwarzenegger

After many months of hard work, determination, and resilience, Dolton’s machine was finally complete. Dolton’s coworkers said he was crazy for thinking this machine would ever come to fruition but who’s laughing now. Dolton couldn’t wait to give the machine a whirl.

Dolton always had a huge hard-on for the prime era of legendary bodybuilder/actor Arnold Schwarzenegger. This appreciation turned into mild obsession and that inspired Dolton to create a time machine, but not just any time machine... A time machine that let him experience the prime of Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. Working at a very advanced scientific research facility helped with the process, so it was just a matter of getting it to work.

Dolton entered the room where the machine was built and ran a diagnostics test, Grinning from ear to ear as it passed each check. Once done, Dolton ran to the inside of the machine (which resembled a changing room). After closing the sliding mechanical door. Dolton tapped some buttons and the very big start button appeared. Dolton clicked without any hesitation.

“Project Schwarzenegger Now initiated. Beginning course.” The console’s voice rang out.

The machine started to rumble. Static noises happening at a rapid pace. Dolton was still smiling. “Yes. Yes. IT’s time. IT’s time. IT’s TIME!!!” Dolton yelled as the rumbling and static increased. It culminated in a loud vacuum noise coming from inside the machine, winds so strong it sucked the clothes right off of Dolton. The only thing left was his shoes which he promptly removed. And finally... a wormhole appeared and sucked Dolton right into it.

When Dolton opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark void. He could still feel his body but he was floating aimlessly in the darkness. And so began the changes.

Dolton’s body started to bulge and grow. Dolton was a very skinny man, that skinniness was slowly going away as he packed on muscle perfectly like a classic bodybuilder physique. Dolton’s legs and feet got thicker. a beautiful set of abs popped into place as his back and lats widened. Dolton’s arms gained considerable amounts of muscle, with well defined biceps and triceps as well as bigger hands. Then came the pectorals. Thicker, rounder, bouncy. As a final touch, Dolton’s dick gained a few inches and his ass got bigger and firmer. Dolton now had the physique of a classic bodybuilder.

This was already euphoric for Dolton, however that wasn’t the end of the transformation. It was time for Project Schwarzenegger to show its namesake. Dolton’s face was an average American looking face and it was ready to change into something better. An invisible force began to remold and reshape Dolton’s facial structure, giving him a more masculine, tough appearance. Dolton’s American facial features were replaced with more Austrian/German ones, changing his ethnicity in the process. Dolton’s hair underwent its own process at the same time, becoming a brown color as well as restyling itself into an iconic prime Arnold Schwarzenegger hairstyle. When both parts finished, Dolton’s face had completely transformed into a perfect replica of Arnold. The deed was done, Dolton looked exactly like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime from head to toe.

Dolton flexed his two beefy arms. A murmur of a “fuck yeah...” left his mouth. Dolton was savoring the muscles he had gained while he could be consciously aware of his sudden growth as he knew what would happen next. Dolton knew just plopping himself into the past as Arnold would be dangerous, so he needed a way to fully integrate himself into the past even beyond his looks. That was through memory changes.

With a sudden zap through Dolton’s mind, the memories started to form. Memories of the man himself, Arnold Schwarzenegger. From early childhood to the very era of his prime. Everything from acting techniques to workout tips to the competitions he’s won and the notoriety he’s gained. All of it felt like Dolton experienced it. Dolton’s own memories were being overwritten with these new memories. The 2000′s and beyond now feeling like a distant future rather than his present. Eventually the name Dolton was completely gone only leaving his new and true name. Arnold Schwarzenegger. A damn fine name at that. Arnold’s dick rose up as the euphoria of it all hit him all at once and then, with a squirt, everything Dolton was pushed out leaving just Arnold. A classic poser appeared from thin air and fitted itself to Arnold before he was sucked into another wormhole.

When Arnold awoke, he found himself in a public bathroom, unsure how he got here. Still, Arnold felt the need to flex one of his biceps and give himself a good look.

“I still got it...” Arnold spoke in his heavily accented English.

Arnold couldn’t flex all day, he had workouts to get to. And with that, Arnold strutted out of the bathroom in just his posers ready to continue his day.

Life was pretty good as Arnold Schwarzenegger, of course it was. Working out, Starring in films, competing. The man had it all in his prime. Can’t forget his first acting role with Hercules in New York where he gloriously bounced his meat mounds shirtless.

Or the glorious run.

Dolton, long gone still got what he wanted in the end, being Arnold Schwarzenegger. He was now a legend, an icon. Forever etched into the world’s history, none the wiser of who he used to be.

---------------------------------------- Here’s something I had in my drafts unfinished for a long time. Hope you guys enjoy this blast from the past!

[bigwishes]

Mirror Magic

A story for @transformation4life as part of our trade, a bit late, got bogged down by a cold but hope you enjoy your transformation pal. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You had gone to the gym on a Sunday, hoping there would be barely anyone there. It had been a few months since your last visit and you wanted to take some time to re-equate yourself with a routine and some equipment before committing to daily exercise again.

Walking in to the gym you were relieved, it was almost completely empty, only a couple people on treadmills but you could count everyone in there on one hand. You out your bag away and took off your jumper. As you headed to the free weights section of the gym you were quietly hoping there wouldn't me anyone there, but as you rounded the corner you started to hear the chattering of 4 or 5 men, and as you fully stepped into the free weight area they all came into view.

4 massive muscular black bodybuilders built like tanks were all standing around posing in the mirror, but one stood out, one of them were bigger than the rest, standing in the middle of the group was a muscle god of a man, in a tight poser that clung to his junk and rode up his ass, almost disappearing in his tight bubble butt. The man would pose and the others around his would cheer, or slightly adjust his arms. Like he was prepping for a show. You tried not to make it obvious, you tried not to stare but your couldn't help it, he was so massive, so beautiful. The way the light hit him, the way it showcased every crease and bulge of his incredible body. The way you could feel his foot steps through the concrete floor as he changed posing positions.....

You silently shook it off, trying not to look like a creep staring at him, and went on to your own workout. It was a struggle, even curling 5 kilo dumbbells was a struggle, but the breaking point was trying to curl the 15 kilo Ez Bar, after only 2 reps your arms were shaking and you could barely get it above your waist. One of the guys looked at you in the mirror reflection and you thought he pointed at you to his mate. Your heart started to race, embarrassed they were laughing at your poor form or weak muscles. You needed a time out and made your way to the empty bathroom.

You turned on the tap and leant over the sink, taking a moment just to listen to the water, trying to ground yourself. You were disappointed, your strength was no where near where you thought it was, and your form was clearly bad enough people were talking about it. You were torn, wanting to leave the gym but knowing if you didn't stick to it you'd never improve.

Letting out a deep sigh you looked into your own eyes in your reflection.

"I wish I could just be like that guy out there, huge...stunning.."

The lights flickered for only a second and you began to feel weird all over. Your hands started trembling, looking down at them you could see your fingers expanding, from slender digits to thick, muscle inflated sausages, it travelled up your arm as your forearm expanded and soon your biceps and triceps were swelling up filling out your sleeves. At the same time your could feel your toes curling in the front of your shoes as your feet expanded. Your calves thickened as your quads also blew up hugging the sides of your shorts.

Suddenly your feet burst out of your shoes, a slight moment of relief as the crushing pressure that was slowly building all vanished in a moment, but something was wrong, as you looked down your left foot was a deep, dark brown, totally melanated. Slowly it began to creep up your leg. You looked at your hands to see they had both turned the same, and it was slowly spreading up your arms. You tried to rub it off but it seems to only speed up the process, any time you touched any of your pale white skin it'd quickly change and begin spreading from there too. As it made its way up your torso, your back expanded, your abs tightened and your pecs grew thick and bounced with each movement. Your shirt slowly started to rip as your shoulders widened and your backs widened your entire body.

You could see the dark skin creeping up to your face and your heart raced, you quickly filled your hands with water from the tap and splashed your face, rubbing your face in the sink, trying to wake up from this hallucination. As you rubbed your face it felt weird, like your bones were dough, like it was being rearranged and you rubbed your face. Pulling your hands up you ran your fingers through your hair and felt it all come out in massive clumps, even where you didn't touched it was instantly shed and fell out into the sink.

You looked up at your reflection.

"holy fuck" you said in a deep booming masculine voice.

Standing before you, in place of your reflection was a massive, gorgeous black man...

You took a step and almost lost your balance trying to navigate all this new size and weight. You couldn't help it, you flexed, seeing the beautiful size in the mirror, you smirked and laughed....sure your hair was gone now and you were basically and entirely new man, but you couldn't focus on any downsides or adjusting to your new life, you were too excited by this miraculous change to think about anything else.

You strutted out of the bathroom, chest puffed out and arms held cartoonishly at your sides, playing up your new found size whilst laughing to yourself, purposely holding them out so your shoulders bumped into the door way on your way out.

Walking over to the free weights section your felt not only your underwear but your shorts riding up your ass, giving you an uncomfortable muscle wedgie, You tried to pick it out but ran into your first problem, you back and arms were now so big your couldn't comfortably or realistically reach around behind yourself but you shrugged it off.

The free weights area was now empty and you smiled to yourself thinking about testing your new strength. Picking up weights you some how knew which ones were going to challenge your strength, not only that but your body seemed to enter almost an auto pilot mode when you began to lift, your form was perfect. Knowing about and even how to do exercises you had never even tried or heard of before...

But another issue quickly reared its head. Only after 5 minutes of lifting you felt hot....like there was a furnace inside of your body, or a wild fire...sweat was running down your back, down your chest, and dripping from your forehead...You huffed and gasped for air not used to how deep you needed to breathe to fill your massive chest and lung with air. After a few minutes you dropped the weights and put your hands on your hips. Pacing back and fourth panting like a beast and sweating like you lived on the sun. As you stepped you felt that wedgie riding up worse that how it started but not just that your shorts were now clinging to your legs and had gone from looking like basket ball shorts to looking like short shorts.

Looking in the mirror it wasn't just your legs that had swelled, but your entire body seemed to have stacked on even more mass you just failed to take notice as you were barely used to how big you had gotten in the first place. Bending down to pick up the dumbbells you dropped you suddenly head a massive tearing sound and felt the tightness of the fabric around your ass relieve itself in an instant. Standing up again you instantly felt the silky fabric of the shorts slide down your tree trunk legs and land at your feet.

You looked down, feeling your chin slam into your massive pillow like pecs, looking at the tattered mess of fabric on the floor around your feet.

"fuck....I'm....I'm even bigger....."

--------------- 1 month later ---------------

It was hard but you had slowly become used to your new size...but not after trying to wish to go back to normal a few times in the mirror. It was amazing at first. Your ID changed from your former self to your new body, but even your ID photo was shirtless. You lost your job for inappropriate uniform after you accidentally tore through your clothes multiple shifts in a row, in fact any clothes you bought seemed to end up completely ripped up and ruined by the end of the day no matter how large a size you bought, even buying baggy shirts and pants that made it looked like you didnt lift at all were completely torn up and worn through by the end of the day. Not to mention every pair of underwear to owned or bought seemed to be turned into a colourful, shiny stage poser once you looked away from it

Eating was another issue, there were no more quick meals, every meal was a 2000 calorie feast just to stop the hunger and give your body enough fuel to move. Showering was a 2 hour event. It took a 1/4 a bottle of soap just to wash yourself properly and get off the stench of sweat from how much your body produced from just moving, which was the hardest thing coming to terms with. Just waddling your huge body to the other end of your house left you out of breath and sweating like a pig in a bbq convention.

But it wasn't all bad, you had managed to get a stable income as a bother a professional bodybuilder and a bodybuilding model posing for magazines, although you never explained the source of your condition to anyone at stage or at your job. You just pretended it was a bit you were doing for a laugh rocking up for photo shoots or to competitions in nothing but a dick crushingly tight stage poser...

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You walked through the car park after your latest bodybuilding show...first place again, another big check but you weren't thinking about your back account right now, you were listening to your breath. Mouth open gasping like a fish as your waddled and lumbered to your car, feeling the poser ride up your ass and squash your dick with each step.

You opened your car door, leaning on the roof for a moment trying to catch your breath, as your moved your hips and let gravity do the work to pull your huge body into the front seat. You shut the door sliding your hand into the side strap of the poser trying to adjust it and get some comfort, but your extreme strength just lead to your accidently ripping it and snapping the strap.

You leant your head against the back of your headrest and let out a sigh of relief as your massive python spilled out, rock solid.

Tired from an entire day of posing, finally comfortable now that you were completely naked without a poser tightly holding your finest asset, you smirked at yourself in the rear view mirror...sure things were hard and not everything was perfect, but fuck you were locking being a roided up monster...

You hoped you stayed this big forever....

[transformation4life]

Colossal Cake

Part of a Story Swap with: @bigwishes

You drop a weight on the ground in defeat. No matter how hard you try, you just can't ever get big! You wonder why nothing is working for you and angrily take a seat, grumbling to yourself about how hard working out is. What further fueled your frenzy was particularly large and well built man entering your vicinity getting ready to work out himself.

"Why can't I be like him..." You mumble. He was big, black, and beautiful while you were small, white, and average.

But then, the man noticed you and started approaching you.

"Hey, you not looking so pumped. Working out hard for ya?" He asks with some charisma

You say yes and the man gives a sympathetic look. You expect him to say he'll help spot you, but instead he pulls out something from his gym bag. A chocolate mudcake cupcake.

"Aren't sweets bad for working o-" "Believe me, I know, but it looks like you needed a pick me up, so take it" You weren't expecting the bulging man to be so kind!

Any question of why he had the cupcake in a gym bag was ignored by the sweet smell of a cupcake that you quickly devoured. You wiped off the crumbs and, wow the guy was right. You really needed a pick me up. But unfortunately you were still too tired to keep working out. You thank the man for the cupcake and say you're heading out. He tells you to take care and that he'll see you later, which you hope to be true.

You enter your home exhausted and ready to sleep immediately. You put your own gym bag in its spot on your bedroom floor and change into your pajamas as well as doing your nighttime routine. With no other planned actions, you turn off the lights and slide into your covers and get really comfortable before sleeping into the realm of unconsciousness. In the darkness, that's when it would begin.

In the stillness of the night, your body would begin to grow at an accelerated pace. Your twig arms would become trunks. Your traps bulged upwards. Your back getting wider with your lats. Any fat on your stomach burning away into a perfect six pack. Two big juicy pecs popped onto your frame. Your legs got thicker and more sturdy and weighty. Your thighs almost touched one another. Your ass gained more volume and bouncyness to it while your dick got a bit bigger. That would be the end of a normal muscle transformation, but the next set of changes will be the most dramatic of them all. Your white skin was darkening by the second, settling into a chocolate brown tone just like the frosting of the cupcake you consumed. Your face was reconfigured to fit this new tone with your lips getting plumper, your eyes changing and shape and your nose getting a bit bigger as well. A copious amount of facials began to grow on your face giving you a nice beard. Your hair was trimmed into a modern buzzcut and the hair color became a dark black, signaling the end of the physical changes.

By this point, you were done transforming, but your pajamas didn't quite survive the ordeal. That would be fixed soon however as some invisible force ripped them off your body and remolded the cloth into a nice pair of underwear that fit your big dick and ass. Now it was time to wait for the morning.

Morning comes and you open your eyes. At first you don't notice a different until you get up and are immediately hit that realization. you were massive! You hopped off your bed and rushed to the bathroom. You watched the hulk mimic your every moment. You even noticed that you changed race!

"Did that cupcake do this? Woah my voice" Your voice had also gotten deeper.

You spent 30 minutes just admiring yourself. You couldn't believe that this actually happened. You had to go talk to that guy you met yesterday. You headed back to your room and opened the closet to find a whole new wardrobe. That's convenient for you as you grab two sets of workout gear. One to put on and one for later. You also found a pair of headphones a gold chain necklace. You put the headphones in the gym bag and put on the necklace. Once finishing up other matters, you wasted no time heading to the gym.

Gym bag draped around your shoulder, you entered the gym. Once showing your ID (which had the new you on it), you went to the area you were yesterday and there he was!

"Hey man, thanks for the cupcake. Look what happened to me!" You say in excitement

The man is confused. "What do you mean? You've always looked like that man!" Confusion hit you. You stammer some words, before he interrupts.

"Don't let that cupcake get to your head. A treat is a treat time to burn it off" He heads to a workout station, implying you needed to follow. You do so and the man tells you to get on it. You follow his demand and get on. You lift one time and you immediately got a groove for it. You finish the set and the man leads you to more stations. Hours pass until he says you're done. Your clothes were covered in sweat and you just couldn't take it. You stripped on the spot in front of the man.

The man surprisingly didn't tell you to put your clothes back on. Instead complimenting your build. "See you tommorrow!" The man says before heading out. Your dreams were finally coming true! Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

Tomorrow came and a surprise was in store. You felt... even bigger than you did yesterday. Your pecs practically ballooned now.

You just assumed you were seeing things and went to the gym again for another workout with the man. He finally gave his name as Cole and he even commented on your massive jugs. Today's pump as good as yesterday. You were covered in sweat, but satisfied.

Cole once again goes "See you tommorrow!" as you wave him goodbye. You instinctively touch your abdomen early. Did it feel... more bloated than normal? You pass it off as just some one time thing. Tomorrow is gonna be great!

You wake up and you hear creaks from your mattress as you life your body up from it. You look down and realize your pecs are even BIGGER. In fact your entire frame is bigger. It's starting to feel not normal. It's not of importance, you need to head to the gym.

Your legs had gotten so thick that you had to waddle around the gym but you found Cole Eventually. Your size was honestly bigger than him at that point. You question how as it's only been a few days since you met him, Cole leads you to more workout stations and you do the routines.

Despite your size, you did the routines well. After finishing all your reps you put the weights down. That's when you felt something in your throat and it was coming fast. *BURRPPPPPP*

A tinge of fear was in your eyes? How did that even happen- *BURRPPPPPPPP* *BURRPPP* *BURRPP*

More burps escaped your mouth. You could feel your stomach being even more bloated. You have no idea what's going on! Cole doesn't even react and just says the same thing he always does. "See you tomorrow" Tommorrow was starting to become a bit scary.

You wake up. Same thing as the last couple days you grew EVEN bigger. You could not fit through your door without squeezing. You were even burping as you got ready to go to the gym. After the routine with Cole, you stripped again. Your clothes magically fitting you somehow still.

"Fuck, what happened to me?"

Cole wasn't commenting on it. No one in the gym was commenting on your inhuman. plus the *BURRPPPPPP* That. You didn't care about size anymore. You just wanted it to settle.

Another day started, you grew again. your mattress was begging for its life as you got up. It felt like a herculean task just getting ready. You had to smash your way through entryways and could barely get your clothes on. And yet you still feel the urge to go to the gym.

Another set was finished. You looked at the mirror. A bloated bulging inhuman behemoth. This seemed like a dream come true at first, but this was too much.

more burps escaped your mouth as you resigned yourself to this being your life now. A Colossal muscle freak.

[transformation4life]

A Father's Duty

Inspired by a post by @/SMrebuild on Twitter!

Your son's grades were plummeting. He just couldn't improve them. You needed to do something to up those grades. That's when someone promised a way to improve your son's grades in a back alley. You accepted in desperation. That someone walked out of the darkness revealing themselves to be a powerful mage with a powerful staff. The mage raised his staff and channeled a magic beam directed at you causing your body to rapidly change in seconds.

Any skin imperfections and body hair were wiped clean giving you smooth skin. Your body bulged and grew massive muscles in every area in seconds. Your unkempt hair was restyled into something suave and neat. The most drastic change of them all was your skin getting tanner, and your face being remolded into the perfect korean face. The final touch was your clothes being refitted to your new form as well as being more refined and sleek. You had also been blessed with a new pair of glasses.

The mage casted another spell to let look you at a floating mirror and you were amazed on what happened. You looked so much better than before. You were about to ask the mage how would this help with your son's grades before a vast array of knowledge on ALL school subjects hit your brain like a truck. You also knew how to maintain a well thought out bulking regime.

The mage smiled and told you to enjoy before disappearing into the darkness. You were the one to smile this time, happily content with the turn of events. You walked home with swagger and confidence.

Months passed and through your own tutoring, your son's grades had dramatically went up. Your son didn't even notice that you had dramatically transformed into a bulking mass of muscle. You now had a knack for working out every day, but always made sure to have time with your son. You loved being able to provide for him as much as you do now. And well. you also don't mind the muscles!

[transformation4life]

I want a story that takes me back to the golden age of bodybuilding and turns me into a German muscular man named Marcus. Is that okay?

Ever since you were a kid, you were obsessed with the golden age of bodybuilding. From the legendary Arnold Schwarzenegger to more niche icons like Mike Mentzer. The era where bodybuilding ruled the world captivated you in every single possible way. That's why an expo all about the golden age was an easy sell for you. When tickets went live, you were one of the first to buy one. You prepared days in advance and went all the stops repping merch of your favorite bodybuilders from the time. Eventually, it was the time of the con and you slept overnight at the entrance. When the doors opened, you ran in, excitement filling you.

The convention had all sorts of booths. Some talked about specific bodybuilders, others sold merch. You went to almost every single booth. 5 hours passed and you had multiple bags around your arms. You planned to have even more bags. And the next booth was seeming to fulfill that plan. You stopped at the booth and started to look at the items. Unlike other booths, it looked to be unrelated accessories or the branding being there. You ask the seller how this is related to bodybuilding.

"They'll make you feel like a bodybuilder from that time. Trust me" He replied grumpily. You were a bit suspicious, but at the same time, feeling that magic was enough to persuade you. You decide on an inconspicuous looking bracelet and pay for it. Once putting it on, you expected something to happen, but nothing did. Maybe it'll happen later, you think to yourself to feel less bad about being possibly scammed. Your con going continued without any hiccups. Except for this weird feeling located near the bracelet. You tried to ignore it, and yet booth after booth, it persisted. After an hour, you couldn't take it anymore and went inside a bathroom to figure this out without drawing any attention. Inside the bathroom you look at the bracelet. You were unnerved to see that your arm looks fine. You still felt weird though. Maybe it was time to take the bracelet off. So you try to do so. It doesn't come off. And not in the annoying way, in a supernatural impossible way. No matter what you do, the connector refuses to disconnect. You scream and pull and beg to an audience of no one to just let you take the bracelet off. And that's... what started the transformation of a lifetime.

It started with the face. Your face, very average and American was growing and shrinking to accommodate for a different look. A more... German look. What was once American, was now very German. You had a direct view to your transformation thanks to the mirror. You scream in shock, asking to no one how the hell did this happen. You didn't have time to properly mull this development over before the next part of the transformation reared itself.

You could feel a churning in your gut as sweat poured down that area's crevices. Your stomach ached as 6 nice abs popped in. Next was your back as it widened along with your lats. The shirt you were wearing was starting to tear apart at the seams with this development. Small rips already evident. The transformation wasn't done going to give your shirt any more grace as your arms were up to bat in bulging in growth. Big, massive arms, with veins very visible which absolutely wrecked your shirt. To go with your arms, your hands went a few size ups, which cause the bracelet to shatter across the bathroom tiles. Your traps also grew too. Small hills on your expanding frame. And now for the main prize of your torso. Your chest area began to rumble and with a loud *bwomp*, two big and juicy pecs now attached to your body. Like some sort of instinct, you bounced them in the mirror. "What the fuck..."

Your upper half had its time to shine, now it was your lower half's turn. Your flat ass was first to the ring, rising up in size like two loaves of bread. Your dick also shot up in size, at least 9 inches of length as well as being as thick as a beer can. Which just left your legs and feet to grow, which they did. Rapidly. Your thighs thickened to such lengths that they were rubbing against each other. You would definitely have to waddle from now on. Your shorts ripped thanks to this development. Your feet themselves gained size to go with your thicker legs, shredding your socks as well as your bigger toes popping through your shoes. You had the muscles of a bodybuilder from head to toe.

After you removed the tattered remains of your clothes, you looked at the mirror again. Just in time to see your skin tone get a lot more tanner as well your hair turning a blond color while restyling into a flat top. You looked way more fierce now. That would only be further shown when your clothing started to rise from the ground and be remolded into something new. Workout gear. You watched as you were adorned with a loose stringer, workout gloves, and other workout attire. You stared into the mirror in awe.

You gave your new muscles a good flex, processing that all this was real. What would the people at the con think of a massive german stud walking out of their bathroom? These questions filled your mind, but at the same time... Man you looked hot.

You were ready to walk out, show off your guns, but something was happening to bathroom around you. You watched in horror as everything was getting... retro. The sinks went from slick to bulky, the paper towel dispenser got bulkier as well and the stalls widened in size. the Lights were changed to hanging lights. The place was completely retro now.

You had no idea what to say, but that wouldn't be a problem when someone opened the door. It was...

"Y-You're-"

"Yeah Markus, It's me. You've been in the bathroom for half an hour. You good?" The absolute spectacle of a man said to you.

You stammered. The person in front of you was a LEGEND in the golden years of bodybuilding. But how was he here in his prime? Was it a lookalike? Wait, did he also call you Markus? Your name isn't Markus. "...Okay, clearly you still aren't feeling it? Do you wanna talk?" The big bodybuilder crossed his arms.

You somehow stammer out a "no it's fine" and ask him to give yourself a minute. He reluctantly agrees and you're left alone again. You try to look for your bags of merch, only to find a gym bag where they should be. You open it up to find all sorts of things required for a workout. Just looking at everything gives you the unexplainable urge to get out there and get some reps in. And also taking your top off. You can't help but follow those urges. You take your stringer off and stuff it in the bag, picking it up and heading outside back to the convention... only to find that it's not a convention center anymore, it's a full on gym straight out of the past!

You can only mutter another what the fuck, but your instincts lead you to a machine. You find the same man as before and he smirks.

"You got over your slump quick? You ready?" You nod at his question and walk to the machine, and what felt like muscle memory immediately kicked in as you did your reps.

You took the time between reps to observe the gym you were now in. It truly felt like a time capsule as everyone was in attire much more fitting of the golden age. You also notice that you're the biggest of everyone here alongside the guy right next to you. You get a small ego boost, despite not having these muscles just an hour prior. Once done with your reps, you just had to flex those muscles you just worked on.

"Nice pump man. Here, take this" The man threw a tank top at you which you grabbed with ease. For some reason you're getting lingering memories of this happening multiple times before. Regardless, you put it on and flexed to your friend. The flex let you remember his name, Michael. Your bodybuilding friend, Michael.

More workout sets followed after this event. The more workouts you did, the more memories came flooding back to you of your bodybuilding escapades. Every rep. Every struggle. Every competition. The modern era seemed like a distant memory and the current era. The golden era seemed more like your present. Hours passed and before you knew it, it was late into the night. You and Michael were the only ones left

"I think it's time to hit the hay, Markus" Markus... yes that's your name, not whatever it was before.

"Yeah, I agree, but man the pump was great today wasn't it? Just look at my pecs!" Michael walked over and gave your pecs a good touch.

"Fuck man, These are THICK!"

After that good rub, you head to your locker, which you of course remember now and grabbed everything inside including the keys to your car. you take off your sweaty gym clothes and put on a fresh set of clothes before heading to the showers. After your shower you got dressed and you wave goodbye to Michael and head into your sexy beast of a sports car. You put your bags in the backseat and hop in. You turn the key, letting the engine roar in all its glory, and then drove home to your new golden age life.

That golden age life was a lot more simpler than your modern one. It was a lot more carefree and you got to do what you loved every day as Markus. You wake up, workout, hangout, sleep and do it all again. Not to mention those competitions you were doing. Every time you walked on stage, the audience knew they were in the presence of a pure masculine god.

Of course, there was a lot of perks to having a body this big. Everyone looked up to you. In the golden age, everyone knew you along with your friend Michael, but it was never overwhelming, it just felt good to have your hard work recognized.

Gym time was your favorite time. Every rep a step closer to getting bigger.

Plus, flexing always felt good.

Many months passed since you were transformed and you don't even have a single vague memory of that day, besides working out with Michael like any other day.

Fast forward to another competition day, you were ready to go out there and show yourself. Michael was there too. A friendly competition always a fundamental part of your relationship. You walk up to him and give your friendly greetings

"Hey, how you gonna feel when you get second place?"

"Ha? Good one? You know I got the better form!" Your playful banter continues for a while until a newswoman approaches you and Michael

The newswoman mentioned all your achievements the past couple years and how much work it takes to get to where you're at. You couldn't help but feel proud of it. They then asked what it takes to get as big as someone like yourself. The answer came naturally. You laughed and said "Hard work and dedication always help. And also just wanting to appreciate the small things in life!"

The newswoman enjoyed that answer and went on to interview Michael, even asking about your friendly rivalry to which Michael happily responded to being a full on supporter of.

After the interview it would soon be time to show off once again. After waiting for your name to be called, you heard it. You head to the stage entrance with confidence and swagger. You could hear the cheers and roars as you came into audience view. Once you reached the center stage, you smiled and flexed.

This is the golden age of your LIFE!!

[transformation4life]

Now on Top

Lawrence was your average gay bottom. Skinny, high-pitched voice, and loved to be fruity. Any top would adore Lawrence for his picture perfect stereotype. The thing is, Lawrence hated being a bottom.

Lawrence wanted to be a top. He wanted big and massive muscles, a cool and deep voice, and feel like testosterone flowed through his veins all day every day. Nothing seemed to work however. In the end, any attempts would somehow have him still look and act like a bottom. Something needed to change. Lawrence would do anything to be a top, so that led him to sketchy sites on the internet. For his recent findings, it was a site that looked to be some sort of gay BuzzFeed knockoff with all sorts of articles. And that's where he found it... the perfect fix for his problem.

"How to be a Top in a few easy steps!!"

The article's title caught his eye immediately. Even after countless attempts Lawrence still had hope. He clicked it without a second thought. The introduction was typical, nothing special. Lawrence skimmed it, not even caring about any possible warnings like reality warping or whatever. With enough scrolls, Lawrence's eyes landed on the first step's header.

Step 1: Have huge muscles!

After reading those words, Lawrence could promptly feel some of heat coming out of his body. Sweat started dripping from his forehead as the beginning of his transformation into a top began.

Lawrence's meek, tiny muscles were bulging and growing. His flat stomach popped in 6 abs. His back widened, traps included. His lats bulged upwards. His arms became as thick as trees. His thighs big and juicy. His hands, legs and feet a few inches bigger. And for the final part of this phase, two round bouncy pecs popped onto his chest. Lawrence's clothes were in tatters after the sudden growth but that didn't seem to matter as the shredded clothing evaporated with a glowing light leaving him in just in his somewhat in tact underwear. Lawrence now had the build of a bodybuilder, minus one part.

During the whole transformation, Lawrence was in a stupor, but snapped out of it and looked down. "Oh my god" was all Lawrence could say in a much more deeper tone before he began touching himself all over. Feeling his entire new body as much he could. He even bounced his new pecs with ease. Lawrence straight away clocked in that the post did this to him and that made him all the more excited to keep reading. He was just imagining what it would do to him next.

Step 2: Have a massive ass!

Rumbling could be heard in Lawrence's buttocks area and within milliseconds, Lawrence's ballooned into a bubbly thick ass. Lawrence could feel the ass touch the back of his seat and used one of his new meaty hands to give one of his buttocks a firm squeeze. A loud moan escaped Lawrence's lips as he could feel it's size and volume in all it's glory. The free hand reached for the mouse as best as it could to scroll down to the next step.

Step 3: Have a huge dick!

Lawrence's dick instantly shot up in size, shredding his underwear and leaving him now naked. In turn though, Lawrence's dick was now 9 inches long and was as thick as a beer can. The euphoria hit Lawrence like a truck. It didn't take long for him to grab his new dick and start pumping with the hand he used to touch his ass. As Lawrence pumped his dick up, he slowly scrolled down again.

Step 4: Become Asian

Lawrence reread the step again. Become Asian? Sure, he got big cause of this blog, but surely it couldn't change his-

Lawrence's unfinished retort was quickly disproven as he could feel his face changing. His eyes became more oval shaped. The bottom of his nose got wider as the top part became thinner. His lips became just a bit fuller. His hair restyled itself into a more typical Asian hairstyle with its color darkened. A small amount of facial hair fuzz grew onto the rim of Lawrence's face and below his nose, as well as decent chunk of body hair in other areas of his body. The final change made evident when Lawrence's skin tone got tanner.

Lawrence felt the changes stop, so he went straight to opening up the webcam app on his desktop and was in awe in what he saw.

"那是我嗎?" (Is that me?)

Another shock hit Lawrence hit him when he spoke in Chinese instead of his native English, but it seems it isn't his native tongue no more. Everything Lawrence tried to say came out in perfect Chinese. Even his thoughts were slowly not in English anymore. Lawrence closed the webcam and hastily scrolled to the next steps before he assumedly couldn't understand it.

Step 5: Imagine your life as a top!

Lawrence was surprised it wasn't another physical transformation type step. The step did provide food for thought however. Lawrence imagined life as a top. Compared to Lawrence's bottom life, the life Lawrence imagined was way more fun. He imagined his bulging Asian self walking up to bottoms and using his muscles to have a nice night in bed with the them. Many such other scenarios entered Lawrence's mind. The funny part was that with more scenarios Lawrence cooked up in his mind, the more they felt... real. Like they actually happened. Lawrence started remembering names, voices, locations, and everything in-between. Instead of being born in America, he was born in China and immigrated to America when he was well into adulthood. The name Lawrence didn't fit in this life. But Yan Shi, sure did. Yan Shi smiled as the fond memories were recollecting in his mind.

"他們一直喜歡我的九英寸!" (They did always like my nine inches!) Yan Shi laughed.

Yan Shi looked back to the computer. Vague memories of what he was reading entered his mind. He felt some unexplainable desire to continue looking through the article even though he was the epitome of a top. With one hand on his enlarged prize, another used their big thick fingers to scroll to what would be the final step.

Step 6: Cum

Suddenly after reading that, The pent up libido inside of Yan Shi reached a breaking point and was itching to be released. Yan Shi stroked his cock even harder than before. God, Yan Shi loved his life as a top. Being a bottom was never in the cards. He loves being a top. He loves being a top. He loves being-

With a squirt, the last remains of Lawrence faded, and with that Yan Shi's room morphed into something befitting a top. A bigger bed for starters, as well as bigger clothes and more space. Post nut clarity was swift and Yan Shi passed out.

A couple hours later, Yan Shi woke up, the past couple hours a bit fuzzy in his memory. He looked at his computer still open to some weird website about how to be a top. Like he needs that shit. He powered it down and the urge took over him.

"我需要一個底..." (I need a bottom…) He thought out loud.

Yan shi glanced over at his phone near the computer and grabbed it, walking over to his bathroom, naked. Once there, Yan Shi unlocked his phone and snapped a pic. Yan Shi then opened up a gay dating app and posted a pic to his profile. "尋找底部 👀 Looking for Bottom 👀 DM me ❤️"

The messages instantly poured in. So many bottoms begging to be topped. The rest of the day was going to be a fun one for Yan Shi.

-- Many Months Later... --

Yan Shi closed the sliding door behind him, pool gear in hand as he slowly walked down the stairs leading to the pool area. The sound of Yan Shi's flip flops flopped with each of his big steps. Thanks to a bunch of generous donations, Yan Shi was able to afford a nice and relaxing vacation in Dubai. Yan Shi went and claimed one of the many available lounge chairs near the water, dropping his stuff off besides his swim goggles as well as taking his footwear off. Once that was done, Yan Shi strutted to the water like a god and submerged himself into the water. A gratifying feeling of contentment hit the man. So much contentment that the big man smiled and flexed!

And again!

And a thumbs up to cap it off!

Yan Shi finally put his goggles on and went on to start swimming proper. Thanks to the wonderful support of many bottoms, he was able to live this lavish lifestyle. Plus, being a big man brought a lot of attention that Yan Shi enjoyed. Maybe he'd even find a bottom somewhere around here...

Yan Shi swam for a little longer before heading out back to his lounge chair.

Returning to the lounge chair, Yan Shi took his googles off and grabbed a towel to dry himself with. The large man also put his flip flops back on his big feet. Afterwards, he reached into his bag and grabbed his cellphone as well as some nice looking shades, then plopping himself onto the chair.

"是時候放鬆一下了..." (Time to relax...)

Yan Shi laid down and thought about all the bottoms he's met in his life and how much he loves spending time with them. He smiled for a second as he could feel something in his very tight speedo. "Hopefully no one notices that" was the last thought in Yan Shi's mind before he drifted off to a nap in paradise.

This was the luxurious life of muscle giant, Yan Shi and he enjoyed every second of it. Being a top was an exciting day to day experience that he wouldn't trade for the world. The muscles he so vigorously worked for were praised on a daily basis, and everyone loved his charming charisma. Lawrence was always doomed to be a bottom, but Yan Shi is the one now on top.

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Thanks for the reply man and being honest. You do what you want, I was just curious is all. I love your Hadi and Lee Seung Chul stories btw, they're two of my favorite bodybuilders. Also I hope you do more fan fic stories. The Zangief and Ganon ones were great.

Thank you! I do quite enjoy making stories involving those two! I would also love to more fanfic stories as I find transforming into fictional characters really really fun!

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Are you not interested in writing gay oriented stories anymore?

Hey! Don't worry, I still like writing that stuff I can assure you. I'm gay myself so it's more just a matter of what I want to write at any given time. My recent story was me just wanting to write a specific scenario of a skinny guy becoming buff and getting a wife bcuz i found it hot. I don't write as much tf stories here that I used to, so I just kind of write whatever spurs to my mind and I feel motivated to write the thing out. It gets difficult after a while trying to make each story unique and not just a copy and paste so I've been branching out to more scenarios that i find hot.

This is to say, that gay oriented stories are not off the table of something i will write and it never will be, it might not just be every single one that I write that's gay oriented. If that's not your cup of tea that's alright, but i will be clear in that i haven't lost interest in the slightest.

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Wife Life

Eddy patiently waited in line for something he found quite exciting. At the very end was a meet and greet signing with one of the biggest inspirations of his life, Richard Manhock. Richard was a well known bodybuilder in the space and was hosting a meet and greet at a local convention and Eddy was beyond excited to meet him. After what felt like hours, Eddy was finally at the front of the line and was led in to meet Richard.

What can only be described as a god among bodybuilders was at the end of the room. Richard was only in a tank top and wearing his iconic cross necklace.

"Hey, nice to meet another fan! What's your name and what package did you get?" The bodybuilder's voice was deep and welcoming and that just made Eddy's heart flutter.

Eddy quickly pulled out his phone and pulled up the virtual receipt that designated what package he got. "I-It's nice to meet you too, sir... My n-name's Eddy and... I-I-I'm a really big fan haha..."

"Wow, you got the signed limited edition poster? You are a big fan of me huh." "Y-Yes very!!" Eddy put his phone back in his pocket as Richard went and grabbed a poster from the pile and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Anything you want in specific?" The bodybuilder asked. "N-No sir..."

"Hey, no need to be so polite, I'm just a guy. You can call me Richard." "Okay Richard..." After that, Richard popped the cap off his marker and began writing something.

"H-Hey, so... what got you into bodybuilding?" Eddy blurted out

"Oh? Great question, kid. I think it was senior year. A girl rejected me before prom and that convinced me to go all out on strength training. Before long, I loved bulking up my body that you can see how that turned out!" He flexed one of his biceps.

"Yeah... So, are you still single?" Eddy asked in curiosity.

"Nah, got a beautiful wife now. Met her at a bar and she was love at first sight. Everything about her just made my heart aflutter. She made my life so much better than it already was!"

"S-She sounds really nice!" "Mhm. And between man to man. She makes my dick twitch every time I see her. God, I love that woman." Richard went back to signing.

That comment made Eddy think about his own love life. The young adult was thin and had no beef to his bones. He hasn't dated anyone before and every person he's asked out rejected him. Getting married sounded so far away, but Richard's words made him want someone of his own to love.

"Having a wife sounds nice... makes me want one too..." Eddy looks down to the ground. "Hey, I'm sure you can get one if you try hard enough! Worked for me! Also... *squeak* there. All signed. You have a good rest of your day, Eddy! Stay safe!" Richard smiled sweetly Eddy held the poster in amazement. It was so big, he couldn't wait to hang it on his bedroom wall.

"T-Thank you so much!! I'll treasure this f-forever!!" Eddy smiled back. He rolled the poster up tightly and put it in his bag. Bidding farewell to Richard Manhock.

Eddy spent the next couple hours enjoying the con, it was one of the best times of his life as he participated in many activities around the convention grounds, but all things must come to an end, leaving Eddy to head back home. Once at his apartment, he rushed to his room and set down his backpack. The first thing on his mind was setting up the poster. Eddy unrolled it, admiring the flexing bodybuilder in its all glory signed by the man himself. Eddy never really had the time to look at what Richard wrote so now was the best time.

"You got this, Eddy!" - Richard Manhock

This man is a perfect specimen. Eddy just couldn't believe that he actually had this in his hands. Eddy grabbed some adhesives and plastered them on the wall, then placing the poster on top. It's perch was perfect for Eddy to stare at every night right before he slept. Speaking of sleeping, It was practically midnight. Eddy went into his closet, plopped on some comfy pajamas, and hopped into bed. Eddy looked at the poster of Richard staring back at him and smiled. "I hope I'm just like you when I'm older, Richard Manhock." Eddy muttered before turning off his lamp and falling asleep. Unbeknownst to Eddy, that poster would grant his desire faster than he expected.

The poster on the wall began to glow a golden color, before a beam from the poster's location attacked the sleeping Eddy. Eddy's entire body would be enveloped by that some golden glow as the poster worked its magic. In the blink of an eye, all of Eddy's clothes disappeared leaving him completely naked in bed. And now, the growth could begin.

The first thing to change was Eddy's arms. The sticks for arms would be a thing of the past as they started increasing and bulging in size. In just a couple of seconds Eddy had big big biceps on each arm just waiting to be flexed later. Eddy's hands soon followed as they too, grew into large mitts that could hold objects with an iron grip. Next up was Eddy's back as it expanded into a monstrous width that felt like it could be traversed on it's own. Eddy's traps bulged in tandem with the back as well. Eddy's pectorals, flatter than a pancake quickly gained size and volume as they were practically like two giant sports balls attached to his chest with how big they were. Eddy's torso grumbled and groaned as abs popped in one by one until a nice six pack was on his bulging frame. The poster's power now focused on Eddy's lower half, starting with his legs as their size ballooned in seconds. Eddy's thighs were now rubbing against one another at all times due to their thickness as well the legs being thicker in general. Eddy's feet also grew a few sizes. That was the main changes, and now for the finishing touches.

Eddy's height went from a average 5'6" to a admirable and sexy 6'2". Eddy's facial structure changed slightly, to make him look more manly and older as his body had also had some signs of age added to it. the hair on top of Eddy's head was shortening hair by hair until what was left was a respectable buzzcut as small facial hairs adorned the bottom half of his face. Eddy's average sized dick shot up in size and girth, which would definitely be hard to keep in any pants he wore. And finally, Eddy's flat ass was slowly pushing outwards, packing on size and beef, until Eddy had a perfect bubble butt. Eddy's body had been completely transformed.

The glow faded from Eddy's body, but that's not all that was needed to be done. The poster, still glowing sent golden shockwaves that traveled across Eddy's bedroom, reaching all ends of it. It too, was changing. The room's space expanded to a size bigger than Eddy's entire apartment as items were being changed and removed. Eddy's desk for college work disappeared into the aether, along with any other materials relating to college. The carpeted floor was ripped away, replaced with a hardwood flooring. Eddy's one nightstand split into two more expensive looking pieces and one was on each side of the bed. Eddy's bed itself was getting bigger and longer. From a small twin to a massive king sized bed. A large carpet slid under the new bed shortly after. One side of the room, that only had a window was turning into a balcony into the outdoors. The window expanded and became a sliding door as a balcony made of fancy wood was built in seconds. Eddy's closet in the bedroom greatly increased in size and all his old clothes changed sizes or even became entirely new outfits that were properly organized on shelves or coat hangers. As a final addition, the poster beamed a wedding ring onto Eddy's ring finger signaling the end of the room makeover. The poster stayed where it was hanged, waiting for Eddy to wake up in the morning.

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*BZZT* *BZZT* *BZZT* *BZZT* An annoying sound rang out from Eddy's phone. The snoring Eddy, grumbled, he still wanted a few more minutes. The buzzing didn't stop though and Eddy eventually relented going to his phone and turning it off. Eddy rubbed his eyes as he sat on the bed and looked to his right. the other half the bed looked like someone had also gotten out of bed also. Weird... Eddy thought he lived alone. Eddy was still groggy though and got up, unconsciously walking over to the balcony that definitely wasn't there last night to get a look outside. The view was amazing, but he didn't have time to look for too long and went back inside. Eddy was starting to wake up and realized, his room felt... different. Was it always this big? Wasn't it smaller? Eddy didn't want to deal with this right so he headed to the bathroom. Once there, he rubbed his eyes again and looked at the mirror. What he saw was...

"Was I always this big?" Eddy said with a bit of a groan. "Did I always sound like this?" Eddy said after hearing his deeper voice.

Eddy just brushed it off, grabbing his toothbrush from its holder and getting his teeth all clean. Once Eddy finished, he felt hunger and was ready from some breakfast so he headed to the kitchen which was on the... first floor? Did his place always have stairs? Everything feels weird today, but things got weirder when he heard a breakfast smell coming from the kitchen. Eddy groggily walked over to the kitchen which felt bigger than he remembered, finding an unexpected sight.

In the kitchen was a woman finishing up cooking a lovely breakfast for herself. The woman heard Eddy's footsteps and turned around. "Good morning, honey. Sleep good?" Eddy stared in shock. This woman... This woman... was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Everything about her was perfect. The hair, her figure, her looks. It was like they made a perfect woman, and this woman was in his kitchen. Eddy's dick shot up instantly. The woman noticed and laughed. "Someone's happy to see me! But you should really put some clothes on!"

Clothes on? Eddy looked down to see he that he was naked. He was naked in front of this beautiful woman. That's embarrassing! Eddy immediately turned around and went back to his room, changing into some shorts. Once returning, Eddy smiled at the woman and then without even thinking about it, opened a specific cabinet and grabbed a specific container.

They look to be supplements of some kind, something Eddy doesn't remember taking, but again, without thinking poured some out and ate them.

Eddy suddenly felt thirsty so he found a bottle of water and started drinking it. Mmmm... satisfactory.

The woman, plate full of breakfast walked over to Eddy and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddy froze and his dick shot up again. The woman giggled and sat down at the kitchen table. Eddy eventually unfroze and realized he needed to make some breakfast. Eddy quickly grabbed various foods around the kitchen that he felt the need to eat and plopped them on the counter. It was a lot more than what Eddy remembers eating, but he began making his meal. Some time later, the meal was finished. A big plate of sausage, eggs, a fruit bowl on the side, and some water. Eddy picked up everything with his big hands along with some utensils and headed over to where the woman was seating, picking the chair closet to her. Eddy began to dig in as silence overcame the kitchen as the two ate.

"So, you still excited for that competition next week?" The woman asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh! Uh... yeah. Of course!" Eddy, still a bit sleepy replied nonchalantly.

"Not even a little nervous? Your last one was a couple months ago." Eddy doesn't remember doing a competition "a couple months ago" but still.. "Nah, I got this. I mean I'm heading to the gym after this. Me and Rich'll be spotting each other." It was like his words were on autopilot and yet they still strung true. Eddy never went to the gym, nor do he know a Rich, but the urge to go was overwhelming." "Good! I can't wait to see you on stage again, Eddy" So she knew his name. Wow... "Thanks, babe. You always know to lift my spirits!" Eddy smiled, not noticing the use of the word babe.

Eddy finished eating first and got up from his chair, putting all his dishes in the sick. Eddy thought he better get ready to go to the gym and meet that Rich.

"Welp, I'm gonna get ready. See you later?"

The woman got up as well and walked over to Eddy.

"See you later, honey~" The woman then went in for a hug, Eddy felt her arms wrap around him which caused Eddy to wrap his arms around her too. What Eddy didn't expect was the woman leaning upwards and giving him a kiss directly on the lips. The thing is, even after some time, their lips were still touching. Eddy was feeling a rushing of emotions, but one thing became clear he didn't want her to stop. In the spur of a moment decision the pair started making out. Their grips became tighter, the kissing got more ferocious, and they started moving around the kitchen in pure bliss. Everything was becoming clear to Eddy. This woman... is her wife. Her wife, Samantha.

The memories came flooding in. Meeting her at the local grocery store with love at first sight. Asking her out on a first date to a steakhouse. Proposing at a beautiful flower field, and the wedding of a lifetime happening just one year ago. Other memories not related to Samantha also appeared in Eddy's mind. Finding the passion for bodybuilder at just age 13. The many years of age that he had experienced. Meeting his longtime workout partner Richard Manhock, or his nickname Rich. The many bodybuilding competitions Eddy attended. And finally the new home, this home, they moved into just last month. Eddy the skinny, frail man, was no longer there. Eddy, the imposing bodybuilder was here to stay. And Eddy, loved his wife more than anything in the entire world and would sacrifice anything to be with her, so Eddy's fate was changed forever as a long squirt of cum released from Eddy's dick.

Post-nut clarity hit hard, as Eddy and Samantha stopped making out, both of them huffing and puffing.

"...I'm going to go change." Eddy pointed to the stairs. Samantha nodded. Eddy rushed back to his room and got changed into proper workout clothes as well grabbing his gym bag and water bottle. Once Eddy returned to the first floor, Samantha walked over to Eddy and gave another quick kiss which Eddy reciprocated. Eddy waved goodbye and headed to his car. The bodybuilder got into the driver's seat and turned on the car with a loud whirr. Eddy drove away soon after.

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Eddy remembered the directions perfectly and arrived to the gym in record time. The man parked and grabbed his belongings sitting on the passenger seat, opening the door and walking out.

Eddy strutted inside, the receptionist greeting him with glee. Eddy was so well known, they didn't even need to scan for his gym membership. Eddy headed to his designated locker and dug into his gym bag, pulling out some elbow and forearm covers, putting them on. Eddy zipped the gym bag back up and stuffed it inside the locker. With that done, Eddy needed to find Rich, and he knew exactly where'd he be. The back machines.

Eddy's intuition was spot on. As he walked up to the area where the back machines resided, one of them was occupied by Rich, who just finished a set, raising his fists in triumph.

"Someone's satisfied." Eddy cockily commented. Rich turned around and noticed it was. "You got it! Hey, Eddy! Sorry to start without ya, but I just couldn't help myself!"

"Don't worry about it I get the feeling! How was the convention?" "Great! Met a lot of nice people, there was even one that reminded me of you!" "Really? How so?" "Just had the same feel. That same determination you have. It's strange, because when think back to that guy, I see you in his place!"

"Haha, well it's nice to meet someone that's like me! Anyways I"m thinking of starting with chest today, that alright with you?" Eddy points to the chest machines. "Yup, though I doubt I'll ever reach a chest YOUR size." Rich gives Eddy's pecs a poke.

Eddy smiles and puffs out his chest to give his pecs more depth. "You KNOW I got the best chest in the business!"

The pair headed to the chest machines, Eddy going first and doing some reps while Rich spots. The first set was going well, but then Eddy suddenly began struggling "Come on Ed, You got this! Think of Samantha! Your wife is waiting for you after this! You can do this!" Rich shouts.

Just the thought of Samantha instantly motivated Eddy and it got him to do 5 more reps before stopping. "There we go, You love your wife huh." Rich handed Eddy his water bottle "More than anything in the world!" Eddy took some sips.

"You're just like me, man. Rachel's my world." Eddy noticed Rich's dick twitch as he mentioned his own wife Rachel.

"How's Rachel? How's she handling the pregnancy?"

"She's doing great. She's a strong woman and I bet my son'll take after her. Though I hope he takes after me too haha!"

"I'm sure he will, you got strong genes! Me and Samantha are considering kids but... I don't think we're ready yet." "Take as much time as you need, buddy! Anyways let's get back to it!" Rich was already heading to the next machine which Eddy followed close behind. The workouts that followed for the two bodybuilders went similarly along with taking turns spotting for one another. Lots of grunts and motivational shouts filled the gym that they called a second home. After some cardio on the treadmill, Eddy's shirt was soaked in sweat along with his arm covers so he took them off as he rested for a brief second.

"Hey, you got that bodybuilding competition in a week right? Wanna practice for a second?" Rich asked. "Oh, sure why not! Can you record it for me?" Eddy handed Rich his phone as they both got up and began recording. Eddy did a standard flexing routine in front of treadmills, feeling that pump from the workouts.

Once that was finished, Eddy walked over to Rich and watched the recording. "I still got it heh." Eddy smiled.

"You sure do! We still have more sets to do though. Come on."

"Wait, let me grab a new tank. It'll be quick" Eddy ran off to the locker room and opened his designated locker, unzipping the gym bag, and putting the sweaty clothes inside, grabbing a new tank top that covered even less area than his last one.

Eddy made his way back to Rich. "I'm ready!" With a nod from Rich, they set out to finish the rest of the workouts for the day.

This was the rhythm that Eddy enjoyed. Wake up, see his wife, workout, see his wife again, sleep. Repeat. Eddy loved his life and he wouldn't want it any other way. After a particularly grueling set with a machine, Eddy was struggling to get up, but the thought of seeing his wife's face instantly sprang him up from his seat. Maybe tonight he'll treat Samantha to something real nice. With his wife by his side, Eddy could do anything from lifting weights to making it big in the bodybuilding world. Eddy fucking loved his wife and he fucking loved his life.

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Magazine in The Attic

"Ugh... Can't believe I have to clean this STUPID attic." You groan as you enter the aforementioned room.

Many boxes littered the attic of your childhood home. Your parents recently decided to move out so it was time for cleanup. You look around, hoping for something to catch your eye among the sea of similarly colored boxes. Luckily one box's lid was missing letting you peer inside from afar. You walk over to take a look.

You peer inside, finding a stack of magazines with various covers. You grab the one on the top of the stack. It was a magazine for... men? The date on the top left states it's from the late 70's.

After some quick mental math, that was 50 years ago. These magazines are old! This intrigued you so you started flipping through the pages. Each page featured a multitude of different things. Workout tips, interviews and full page photos of bodybuilders from the time. As you kept flipping, you didn't even realize that you were completely aroused by each photo culminating into a tent in your pants. You bit your lip. "Fuck..." You made it to the last page in a horny filled stupor. Staring at what you consider the peak of masculinity. The next phrase you speak a result of that pent up horniness.

"I wish I could have lived as a Bodybuilder back then..." You mutter and just then the magazine suddenly got really hot and you dropped it in a panic.

"What the-" You snap back to the reality of being in your parents attic. You look at the magazine that stung you in confusion. That confusion went further when the magazine started glowing.

This definitely wasn't normal, but you couldn't muster up any words. You look down at the glowing magazine, a part of you wants to pick it up again, but this was all so strange that you just left it there.

The paranormal activity continued as what looks like to be a small gust of wind emanating from the pages. The gusts got stronger and larger until what was basically a tornado coming from the book. The tornado was expanding from the book to the entire attic as whole. You watched in awe as the swirling winds surrounded you., getting faster and faster, more dangerous. Boxes started being lifted into the air, one with the winds. You looked around, seeing the magazine once more. You surmise closing it would stop all this so you made the journey to it's location, but the winds make it difficult. You're almost there when the winds get too strong and you're barely able to stand. You reach for the magazine before the winds get too strong and everything goes white.

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You wake up an unknown amount of time later, clenching your head in anguish to find that the tornado is gone, but... more than that is gone. The many boxes that were collecting dust in the attic were gone sans one or two, but the amount was significantly reduced. Did The magazine do this? You wonder, searching for its location. It was there where you last saw it, the glow gone however.

"Something isn't right here..." You say as you get up from the ground. Your best course of action is to call your parents and tell them what happened to the boxes.

You look through your pockets only to find that your phone isn't there. Panic settles in as you furiously search all your pockets, but no phone was ever obtained.

"Shit, what am I supposed to do now? Look for a pay phone? In this decade? Ha!" Well nothing better to do up here, you conclude so it's time to go.

As you head for the trapdoor leading to the floor below, you look at the magazine and think back to how much you enjoyed it. "I'm sure my parents won't mind if I snag this..." You walk back and grab the magazine, tucking it into your arms.

You return to the trap door and open it, noticing that it's not as old feeling as it was before. You just chalk it off to groggyness as you let the ladder down. What you saw next was less explainable however.

Your parents home looked like it went under a 70's makeover overnight. Any sense of modernity (what little of it) was gone and replaced with 70's style everything.

"T-This.... can't be real" But you pinch yourself and you didn't wake up.

You start running into the other rooms, hoping that it was just the hallway only to find more 70's looking furniture. Your parents room sporting just a single person bed rather than the two you remember. You go to your old bedroom to find it completely empty. The bathroom was similarly 70's and the first floor was even worse with a 70's kitchen and dining room. Not a single modern item was in site. There even was a telephone on the kitchen counter.

"N-No... this is all just some wacky illusion right? Right?" You run outside to find something that shocked you to your core.

Your hometown neighborhood was completely 70'ed. The houses looked the same but the exterior dressing was definitely different. You see people passing by who look straight out of 70's sitcoms. You look to where you parked your car only to find it a much much older model. That's what broke you. "Did I travel back in fucking time?!?!" The signs all pointed to yes, the very catalyst resting between your torso and arm you realize after you remember what happened before you passed out.

You head back inside, opting to head to your parents former? future? bedroom and sit on the bed putting the magazine on it as well.

You think about how you've been zapped 50 years into the past with no way back. Unlike the movies, you doubt there's some zany inventor who can make you a time machine back to the present. You try to not let it get to you though.

"Maybe I'll wake up the next thing and it'll be alll fine" you halfheartedly believe.

You decide to focus on other things, like the bedroom you're currently in. It's very different compared to your parents. You notice some things at first glance. A desk with multiple drawers. A closet, a mirror and a shelf with trophies of some kind. You decide to investigate the desk first, hoping no one minded looking through their stuff for the time being.

Inside the first drawer you find... detailed notes of dietary routines and workouts, as well as a day to day planner. Flipping through the planner entails various planned dates including "Competitions", "meetings" and workouts. You were amazed by everything you found. The guy who lived before your parents must have been pretty on top of things. The second drawer held a diary, but you decided not look through that incase it was super personal. You have some limits after all.

Next up on your list was the closet, opening it to find a lot of clothes seemingly met for workouts. Tank tops, stringers, shorts, anything a gymgoer would need. The size of them look a bit big for you so you don't choose to try them on. Maybe later, a thought rings in your mind. Everything else in the closet from your searching was standard fare like socks and underwear.

With that out of the way you stare at what you purposefully left for last. The shelf of trophies that stood out very much to you. You walk over to it and take a deep breath. When you opened your eyes you took a good look at the designs of the trophies. Nothing stood out too much so you'd have to take a closer look to get what they're for. So without much left to do, you grab one of the biggest trophies on the shelf and read the engraving.

Charles Leonard Mr. Olympia 1977

The words "Mr. Olympia" made everything click as you realize who this house belongs to. A bodybuilder! "Oh my god, I'm in a bodybuilder's HOUSE!" You shout in excitement. You've always admired bodybuilders as a kid so fate putting you into the house of one was extra exciting! You look at the other trophies and other similar bodybuilding achievements were engraved. Mr. Leonard really knows what he's doing. After looking at all the trophies you put the one you picked up back on the shelf. Your excitement couldn't be contained however as you thought back to that diary you skipped before. Surely... Mr. Leonard wouldn't mind a little peak, right? He could be home any minute so you rushed over to the desk and opened it to a random page on the desk's top area and began reading.

XX/XX/197X

Ab day was killer. I could really feel the ridges on my skin settling. I gave them a good rub and it felt so good!

You imagine a thought up version of Charles rubbing his abs and you feel aroused by it. The room also started getting warmer for some reason. Sweat dripping down your face. At the same time you could feel your stomach churning. You clench it in pain, feeling like it was experiencing years of pains all at once. After some time, the pain subsided, but curiosity got the best of you and you wondered what happened down there and lift your shirt to revealing rippling six pack abs. For a second you're shocked to find out that you have a six pack before that feeling goes away as you remember always having six pack abs as long as you can remember. You give them a good rub, more arousal forming in your system as you flip to the next entry.

XX/XX/197X

Chest day was a success. I can feel my pecs pumped up to the max! I even bounced them a little in excitement.

This was more fuel to the fire. Your imagination runs wild as you imagine a man bouncing his pecs in pure bliss at the gym. As this was happening, a heat was emanating from your chest. It felt like your pectorals were getting bigger. A noticeable ridge was now showing on your t-shirt. When the heat died down you looked at your chest, smiling. Ah, your meat mounds, gotta love 'em. You bounce them in solidarity with the diary entry. Time to keep going!

XX/XX/197X

Arm day was brutal, but I pulled through. Whenever I feel down, I give 'em a good flex!

This entry was just as exciting as the last two. A big strong bodybuilder flexing their two big arms. Then you hear a loud *RIP* coming from your shirt sleeves. Oh yeah, your large bulging biceps don't do well with small shirts. Makes you wonder why you were wearing one... Oh well, next entry.

XX/XX/197X

Worked on my legs and glutes today. They're bulking pretty nicely, especially my ass. Big and firm...

Ass... Suddenly an urge overcame you. You moved one of your hands to your ass. The image of a man with a large ass entered your mind. Meanwhile you could feel the hand on your ass being pushed by something. You look to your side to see two ripe and big buttocks attached to your frame. You also notice how tight your pants are. Definitely a sign of your hard work on your thunder thighs and legs. A loud moan escapes your lips as you think about how much you worked on that ass to what it is today, giving them a firm squeeze. You flip to the next entry before you cum.

XX/XX/197X

Back day had me pumped up! They're wider than before, just like my trapezii!

There was another *RIP* noise after you read the entry. It was your shirt being ripped due to your large back.

"Man, I really gotta know why I wore this small shirt..." You grab the shirt with your large mitts for hands and forcefully rip it off you revealing the top half of your bodybuilder frame. You flex your biceps almost instantly. The tent in your pants ready to burst. You had to stop. Just a few more entries and you're done you say.

XX/XX/197X

I went to get a haircut today, and it looks amazing. Not to mention the barber complimented my mustache. I'm glad other people appreciate my pride and joy.

A tickling sensation is felt above your upper lip. You reach for that area with one of your hands, feeling the texture of facial hair all across. Your beloved stache is where it should be, caressing it for a few more seconds. For whatever reason you then moved your head through your hair. You remember just recently getting it styled to be modern and trendy. Your barber happily remarked that "The 70's brought a new revolution to hairstyles like that one, sir!" You question why that person said 70's for "modern" but maybe he was just nostalgic.

After that entry you decide to speed flip through some more. One mentioned how big Charles' dick which was. something you could happily relate to. Another mentioned the impressive body hair hanging out on his forearms. Another relatable characteristic. It was so wonderful to find such a like-minded individual like you so far in the past. You would love to meet this Charles in person if you could. Speaking of Charles, he might be home soon, you were perusing for quite a long time now. You flip to one last page.

XX/XX/197X

A friend decided to take a photo of me during one of my workouts. I think it looked pretty good so I decided to keep it!

Below the blurb is a printed photo of said photo. Charles in the middle of a leg workout. You realize this is the first time you've seen Charles and wow he looks so amazing! And familiar...

You think back to the magazine that assumedly brought you here. Wasn't a man very similar to you Charles on the cover? Your parents never mentioned a bodybuilder living here in the past and surely they would have mentioned due to your outward love of bodybuilders, especially as one such as built as yourself. Thinking about it... did your parents ever live here? You think to the familiar halls of your home, only to find that you don't see them there. Only you just moving in a week prior. Another memory of them happily still living in your actual childhood home in California. How could you have misremembered so incorrectly? You think to yourself.

You go back to the magazine. You time traveled here right? But memories of getting this magazine right off the shelf because of being such a huge fan of Charles Leonard. You had to grab the magazine of someone who looked so much like you. Time travel? That only happens in fiction! You're a proud man living in the 70's. The 2020's were so far away how could you have ever thought of living in that time.

You look up from the diary, and scanned the once unfamiliar room. Your room. You notice a full size mirror you feel like wasn't there before, but you remember putting it there yourself to do pose checks. You walk over to it. Man you look good. Everything was big in all the right places. But then you think to your resemblance to Charles.

"We really look like twins, don't we?" You say, suddenly aware of your voice sounding just like Charles as well.

You notice your 10 inch dick still forming that tent in your tight pants. You watch your face mimic your actions in the mirror. Blinking, furrowing your brows, flexing. It reminds you of how Charles looked in the magazine photos. Your eyes peer over to the trophy case and then back to the mirror.

"If I live here then why is Charles trophies in my room..." You live alone so it's definitely not being roommates. Besides there was only one bed.

You think to Charles achievements engraved on the trophies, but you remember also earning those achievements. Every single one. Even winning Mr. Olympia 1977. Too many coincidences are piling up. The same achievements, the same appearance, the diary detailing similar memories to your own.

The magazine flashes in your mind one more time, but this time you finally realize that... YOU posed for this magazine not Charles. It hits you like a brick. You're not like Charles Leonard... "I am Charles Leonard!" You shout at the mirror finally releasing all the pent up cum from your dick, causing your underwear and pants to tear apart.

Post-nut clarity hits you hard as you question what the hell you were doing for the past hour.

"And what are these ripped clothes doing here on the floor? And why am I naked?" You decide to ignore the clothes and grab some athletic shorts as well as a pair of briefs from your closet and quickly put them on to cover your privates. You walk back to the mirror.

"Much better."

"Now, let's get rid of those... where did they go?" You swear you saw ripped clothes on the floor. You know you're not wearing your glasses right now but they were definitely there before. "*Sigh* I won't get in a tizzy over it." You rub the area between your brows.

You set your sights on the clock on your nightstand. 4:30 PM.

"I could go to the gym later..." But before you finish that though, a loud ring was heard from the other room.

You run over to your rotary phone in the kitchen and pick up the dial. "Hello, Charles Leonard speaking?" You ask with charisma.

"Hey Charles! It's me, Mike. Do you remember that photoshoot I was talking to you about?" "Yup, they said they'd paid top dollar to have me on the front cover of their magazine."

"Well I know you just moved, but they got a studio near where you lived, and they'd be psyched if you came over today!" "Oh really? What's the address?" You grab a nearby notepad just for times like this. "So you're down to going? Awesome! The address is..." Mike enthusiastically recounts the address to you as you write it down with ease. You make a mental map of where it should be and say goodbye to Mike.

You turn back to your room and grab some items such as your wallet, car keys, as well as a shirt. Unfortunately your bulging muscles will have to be contained for decency. You put on the shirt, your frame seeping through the tight clothing. You smile at the mirror. This is the life!

You waste no time after that, heading to your brand new car and starting the engine. The car's whirls honestly boned you up, but you had a photo shoot to get to. You grab a map from the backseat of your car, making sure you're heading the right direction and start driving.

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A week, you're at the gym holding a preview copy of the magazine you posed for. Turns out they wanted something more out there and you happily obliged, being able to show what's in the trunk.

But enough of that, it was time to work out! You grab your water bottle and head to the machines. First up on your list was barbell curls. You grab a barbell and braced yourself for the lifts. After some time you began.

Each lift was exhilarating. You always, always loved that pump you get from workouts. After enough reps. You put the barbell down. It's time for the next exercise. You find a nice lady willing to spot you for this one as you grab a set of dumbbells and laid down on the weight bench. It was time for Another set of reps and you started lifting the dumbbells.

After you finish your reps, the rest of your workout was a breeze. Lift after lift, push after push, pull after pull, it was all so fulfilling. Once you finished, you were drenched in sweat. Time to hit the showers and go home! You're already excited for your workout session tomorrow, but it's time to rest.

Life continued in a routinely fashion for you as Charles Leonard. Wake up, Workout, pose, and repeat. It felt good living in the 70's, living in the now. You don't know what the future holds, but your body will be ready for it.

[transformation4life]

Hadi Champan

December 18th 2022, Mr. Hadi Choopan had just been crowned Mr. Olympia and you witnessed the announcement of his win live on TV. Mr. Choopan was your idol. You looked up to him everyday and made sure to keep up with his daily life on social media. So when he triumphantly rose the trophy in the air in your lustful daze you said to your tv screen. "I wish I could be him."

Within seconds, everything goes dark. You couldn't feel anything, You couldn't SEE anything. Then suddenly a bright light flashed and you could see things again. What you didn't expect was you on the stage of a bodybuilding competition. The biggest bodybuilding competition of the year, to be precise. Hundreds of questions fill your mind but then you look down. A large medal around your neck. large muscles on your frame, a trophy in hand, and bulging poser ready to burst.

"GIVE IT UP FOR HADI CHOOPAN!!!! OUR MR. OLYMPIA WINNER!!!"

Wait, Hadi Choopan? You scratch your face and feel his iconic beard. You realize you BECAME the man you so desired to be. The adrenaline immediately came rushing in. You were Hadi Choopan! You raised your arms in the air in triumph.

Soon after that, the memories of Hadi Choopan came flooding in. The former you being pushed out in exchange for the Persian Wolf. As Mr. Olympia 2022 came to a close it, you were happy, and cocky.

3 months later...

You sit down and think about your life. You're a Mr. Olympia champion, you got muscles for days and fans who love you. Can't get any better than that. Well, enough sitting around time to get your bodybuilding on!

[transformation4life]

I love that story you did of a guy being turned into Sooga from Legend of Zelda. Do you think that you could do something like that to me and turn me into Chris Redfield from the Resident Evil franchise?

You eagerly unlocked the door to your home, giddy for one specific reason. While out and about, you found a new pop up shop with all sorts of old gaming classics. One of which being Resident Evil 5... You had always wanted a copy of the original classic for your XBOX 360, but could never find a copy, till now! You opened the box containing the fabled disc, turning on your Xbox 360 and put it in the console hearing it whirl. You grabbed your old controller and pressed the button that lead you into the game. You watch the loading screen for what feels like hours, "Should it take this long?" You comment after it's still loading.

You pull out your phone out of boredom until a noise came from the TV. Game Disc has been corrupted. Would you like to attempt a fix?

A yes or no prompt appeared below the message. You were a little pissed that the place sold a broken copy, but it is what it is. You press yes and the screen goes dark. You stare into the black screen, your reflection staring back at you. And then just like that an electric shock emanated from the screen and shocked you. The lightning wasted no time in affecting your body as you started to grow some massive muscles. Big, Strong arms with massive biceps. A thicker neck, thicker thighs and feet. and even bigger of an ass. All of this accompanied by loud rips of your clothes

Your body became more rugged. Scrapes and dirt giving you a more aged and experienced look. Your hair became browner than before and gain a more mature, masculine hairstyle.

Next came the clothes, your shirt became thicker with various colors. A logo for an organization appearing on one of your thick shoulders. Your pants became thicker and more for exploration. And finally all sorts of combat gear appeared on your person including waist bags, a knife and a holster with a gun inside. You also gained some socks and green shoes.

The transformation was complete, but before you could process anything, your surroundings changed into something more outdoorsy. Jungle area as far as you can see. You need to get out of here, your mind tells you. That's when memories of all sorts enter your brain. Memories of someone else. Memories of... Chris Redfield. Wait, YOU'RE Christ Redfield. Your organization had told you to come here to find remnants of Umbrella. Well you better get going. Wouldn't want to disappoint anyone. You walk off into your new life as Chris Redfield.