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I told him (after he changed, of course) that I’d make him human again if he could make it to the end of the day without breaking, but I don���t know how much longer that left arm will hold out.

I bet he wished he’d dropped that dumbbell! Big fella might be going home in a dustpan today.

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Anyone else have that one random photo tucked into a private folder on a USB drive that you can’t really establish a context for but you’ve jerked to or near it so long you’ll remember it forever?

This was that for me. It is my great honor to see this gorgeous stud finally blown up to the size he deserves.

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Derek thought the twink was just another muscle-thirsty fan—he had no idea he was dealing with a DEMON TWINK, or what could possibly come of that. The twink’s words slid right off Derek, who just nodded and waited to be asked for a selfie so he could move on.

The demon twink’s eyes narrowed as he realized he wasn’t being taken seriously. “…anyway, I bet it’s REALLY easy to be a famous bodybuilder when you’re such a prettyboy.”

Derek heard that last line. An eyebrow raised, he quietly scoffed. “Uh… I’m pretty sure my decades of hard work are why I have the career I have. Being ‘pretty’ has nothing to do with it.”

The demon twink’s eyes glinted. “Let’s test that theory!”

Derek heard the jangling of his new facial ornaments, felt the toughening of his skin as massive amounts of ink etched itself in. His hair—eyebrows and all—blew off in tufts in the wind.

“But what—how… what’d you…” Derek was in shock, and the tongue piercing wasn’t making communication any easier!

“You silly bodybuilders. NEVER satisfied. What, you want to be BIGGER?”

BWOMPH.

A hundred pounds of muscles suddenly weighed the already massive bodybuilder down in an instant. He looked in the mirror, horrified at the gigantic freak looking back at him.

“But… but… no one will even believe it’s me!” he roared in his newly bovine voice.

“Oh, just start a new career. Attention won’t be hard for you anymore!”

And with that, the demon twink vanished, leaving a monstrous man where a famous prettyboy bodybuilder once stood.

Derek had plenty of talents, but lacked the skill to figure out what to do next.

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What was his name before? What a silly question! He’s just Trenbo now, and he can’t help but flex for the adoring crowds!

Surprisingly he only eats cotton candy and caramel apples, but his muscles just keep getting bigger! He’s not much for conversation, since every time he tries to speak he only makes a bike horn’s honk.

But every time there’s an audience (three or more people) he can’t help but flex his arms and make his big stupid pecs bounce. The cheers only make him flex harder. Trust that he LOVES this, even though his eyes might make you think his body’s moving on its own!

Don’t worry about that symbol on his shorts. It’s just a way of keeping him focused on performing—and silly clowns don’t need anything underneath their silly clown shorts anyway!

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MAYBE this is a bodyswap—a skinny nerd or an elderiy man enjoying the perks of his new form (while the formerly jacked stud finds himself with a little dick and nothing bouncable on his shriveled chest).

Or…

His two straight meathead roommates finally pushed him too far. Now they’re his pecs, and while they’re freaking out that they can’t talk, can only flex, and can clearly hear his thoughts, every squeeze gives them a mind-blowing orgasm.

Looks like they’re all going to have a fun day.

"Oh man he's stunning!"...

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Do you recognize Brad or Antoine? Neither did the police when they came looking for them! But the officers sure loved the show Trenbo and Bulge the clowns put on!

They did some pratfalls, dumped pails of confetti on each other, and made some balloon-dumbbells, all the while looking like they were passengers in their own bodies. The officers LOVED the show, although they were a little perplexed by the weird signs the two overgrown clowns kept shaking desperately in their faces.

Trenbo and Bulge put on a GREAT show, then went back to their tent where they lifted weights, pumping up their silly-looking bodies so their clown costumes will look even more hilarious. Later they’ll wolf down whatever the bearded lady serves them for dinner and then sadly honk about their troubles and hold each other.

Those silly clowns should get any ideas of leaving out of their minds! Their makeup is permanent, their voices permanently gone, and their instinct for clown-based tomfoolery now compulsory. Their days of competitions are all over, replaced by a lifetime under the big top.

You’d think they’d be grateful, but instead they’re always just moping around. At least the crowds are kept laughing.

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I wonder where they get these statues?

Excited to see the gift shop!

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Some of you have asked some fair questions about those incarcerated by the Little Dick Police, and it’s only fair to provide answers—the LDP is entirely transparent.

First and foremost, the crime is NOT JUST in having a little dick. These prisoners, who have been given due process (a jury of their peers observing their swaggering behavior and their exposed dicklets), have been found guilty of DENYING their tiny cocks. Every one of them is large, powerfully built, always to compensate for the insecurity they feel in locker rooms and the inadequacy they face every time they use a public urinal.

These men roid up, believing that huge pecs might distract from their empty boxers, and then strut around like alphas, hiding from the true fact that REAL power comes from a big cock (or acceptance of one’s immutable bottom statue in the presence of a real man). Some even go so far as to stuff their speedos and posers, as if that can fool anyone.

The Little Dick Police can see it—that quiet shakiness from knowing that deep down, nothing can hide them from the knowledge that they’re betas, down to their genetics. Bulk up all you want, bro! The only muscle that counts is the only one you can’t make bigger.

Their punishment is simply to be exposed as the little-dicked betas they are. Nothing shrinks them further once they’ve been sentenced. With this crew, there’s not much left to shrink!

Psychological rehabilitation is the man goal of the LDP. This gentleman here is brand new to containment. He’s just met his “sponsor”—the man assigned to accompany him into every shower, to survey every disrobing, and to measure both himself and the prisoner daily. Every sponsor is short, thin, and MASSIVELY HUNG—in other words, a REAL MAN who doesn’t need to curl dumbbells to prove himself. Sponsors are firm but kind. Prisoners usually get incredibly close to their sponsors before their time is served—some have even professed to FALL IN LOVE with the man who daily puts him to shame.

It’s hard to fault the micro-dicked prisoners. How can you resist the allure or a REAL MAN when all you’ve got to jerk off is a little nub and two raisins?

(And yes, peisoners CAN jerk off… but they have to do it with their sponsors. It’s tough for the big lugs to get off with their sponsors asking if they can even feel anything in a shriveled cocklet so small, all while two-handed-jerking their own massive hogs.)

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Another one sentenced to prison by the Little Dick police. It’s always these big fellas with giant muscles who have little nubs hidden behind their sock-stuffed jockstraps.

Can’t hide your shame now, can ya Pee-Wee?

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He was mid-workout when they processed his monthly membership fee—account overdrawn! Now he has to work off the debt.

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Pure, unadulterated SIZE. How can someone look rock hard and yet so soft?

And those trunks! Do I love the color most, or that crease in the back?

Jay Cutler Young

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I got this INCREDIBLY realistic Derek Lunsford cake for my birthday party. I hope there’s enough of him to go around!

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I hear he forgot to pay his fees for coaching at the gym. Either way, the posing room has a new addition now, and it just keeps getting more ripe.

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Really brings the bathroom together, doesn’t it?

(That aroma? It’s his pits—strong and musky forever, now.)

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Last confrontation with the super villain didn’t go as planned.

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New art. Quite the centerpiece. Don’t shake the floor.

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Looks like someone got arrested by the Little Dick police!