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Love this morph of one of my progressions by @rowdy317
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Left- 18 years old, right- 19 years old. This alpha bro came of age and suddenly everything made sense. It only took him a year to turn his soft, beta body into a temple to alpha masculinity, and we’re so proud of him.
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Bald by choice.
Would you like to brave the shave but still feel oddly attached to your hair?
Have you already accepted you need to be a skinhead but are scared to make it happen?
Fear not. I have been in your shoes, I have faced the same fears and am here to tell you: it doesn’t need to happen all at once.
Through scissor cuts, fades and buzz cuts, I spent years systematically shortening my haircuts until I finally reached the holy grail of hyper-masculinity: a wet shaved skinhead.
Nothing feels better or looks more brutally masculine than lathering your scalp in shaving foam and gliding a blade across your skull. After towelling dry, that first glimpse of your skinned head in the mirror will have you hooked for life.
Wave goodbye to your hair and to the boy you used to be. It’s time to say hello to the symbol of malehood you have become.
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In 2017, I was smaller, smoother, clean shaven and had hair. In other words: I was everything a Man shouldn’t be. Thankfully, I already knew I was on the wrong path and had begun laying the foundations of the Man I needed to be.
In 2022, after 5 years of embracing the hyper-masculinity movement, I now carry an extra 28lbs / 13kg of rock solid muscle, I’m significantly hairier, I’ve grown a beard and shaved my head.
Hopefully this comparison proves how committed I am to the cause. But let me be crystal clear: I am no where near done yet. I am pleased with my progress, but I am not satisfied. I recognise the hard work I have put in, but I can and will work harder.
My body needs significantly more muscle. I mean it when I say I want to be obscene. Despite already being 10 years deep into my transformation, I have never craved this more than I do right now.
If the sound of my continued growth appeals to you, if you would like to sponsor my ongoing transformation, let’s talk.
With your help, we can make 2022 the year ‘obscene’ finally happens:
cash.app/£SteroidalMasculinity
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Anthony was changing—and he could feel it in every flex, every lingering glance in the mirror. The gym had become more than just a routine; it was awakening something primal in him. Each session carved definition into his frame, but it wasn’t just muscle. His chest hair grew in denser, darker, spreading like wildfire. Stubble thickened along his jaw, rough and unrelenting, upper lip hair exploding into a mustache. Even new patches of hair emerged in places that had once been smooth, as if his body was rewriting itself. He looked—and felt—undeniably more masculine. Even his cock and balls had grown heavier, fuller, as if this second puberty was claiming every inch of him. And Anthony? He wasn’t resisting it. He was hungry for more.
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The Pill
Just a few hours ago, Luca had been a cute twink with soft hips, shy eyes, and a voice like a whisper. His boyfriend, Marco, had always loved that about him—how easily he flushed, how delicate his frame looked cradled in his arms. But lately, Marco had started whispering things in bed. About wanting more. About wanting Luca to fill out.
So when Marco handed him the little black pill this morning, Luca blinked and asked, “What is it?”
“Just something to help,” Marco said, grinning. “Don’t worry about it.”
Luca trusted him. He always had.
By noon, the tingling had started. A hot burn under the skin, not painful—but persistent, almost sexual. His limbs ached, his muscles cramped. In the mirror, he watched his chest swell with muscle, his shoulders broadening into a new posture. Hair slowly crawled across his pecs. A light dusting sprouted down the ridge of his stomach. His pits tickled as dark thickets formed. His face, once round and soft, chiseled itself into sharp planes and hard angles. A jawline thick with stubble emerged.
His cock grew long and thick, his balls enlarging, hanging much lower than he'd ever imagined possible.
He was panting—shirtless, trembling, his hand gripping the counter of their bathroom as his transformation reached its peak. Abs carved from nowhere. Arms veiny and strong. His nipples felt hypersensitive, like they’d been plugged into a current.
Marco returned home after work, stepping into the bathroom to find Luca leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, his new body glistening with sweat and testosterone. He had put on a camo trucker hat and a silver chain, an instinct that curiously came to him. His brows furrowed as Marco looked him over.
“Goddamn,” Marco whispered. “Look at you.”
Luca's voice cracked—deeper, rougher now. “I… I don’t feel like me.”
“You look like everything I want,” Marco said, stepping closer. He cupped Luca’s jaw, tilting his head. “You’ll get used to it. I’ll help you.”
Luca nodded slowly, despite himself. His body throbbed with new urges, new instincts. He wasn’t sure who he was now, but Marco’s touch grounded him.
“Good boy,” Marco murmured, pulling the drawstring of Luca’s shorts with a smirk. “Let’s break in that body.”
And just like that, the twink was gone—replaced by something stronger, bigger, hairier. Still submissive. Still Luca.
But transformed.
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