becomemusclecharacter

[becomemusclecharacter]

Bulking

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Alec was shredded. His body fat was in the single digits, his muscles were cut like diamonds and if he wanted to go into professional bodybuilding, he probably could.

But he didn’t. He wanted to bulk.

“I don’t understand you man,” his friend Doug said to him one day at the gym, after Alec had listed his woes, “You’ve got this perfect body, you could get all the pussy in the world, and you wanna get fat?”

“I wanna get big,” Alec clarified, “bigger muscles, bigger biceps, bigger pecs.”

“But you already have all those,” Doug bemoaned. Doug had always struggled to stay in shape, whereas his friend seemed to always look like an underwear model. Words like “bulking” and “cutting” were alien to him. And Alec didn’t have the energy to explain.

“Excuse me,” said a voice from behind them, “I couldn’t help but overhear… did someone say they were interested in ‘bulking?’”

The man behind them was enormous. Standing at well over 6 feet with muscles that made him as wide as a tank, he gave his balls a hearty itch under his sweaty shorts and took a giant swig from his portion shake. Some of the brown juice clung to his beard, which was as impossibly thick as the rest of his body.

Alec cleared his throat. “Um… yeah, I’ve been trying to bulk up these last couple of months, but I’m still not taking in enough calories. My metabolism is off the charts.”

The man gave a deep belly laugh, and rubbed the shake from his beard. “I used to be just like you, kid,” he said. “I was so lean, I couldn’t put on any weight. But then I tried these.” He lifted up the protein shake, “and now I gotta work to keep from full on bloating.”

Alec felt a rousing in his shorts. A powerful erotic sensation at the thought of finally putting on some weight, the thought of looking like the man who stood before him. Huge, hairy. Hot.

“What’s in the shake?” Asked Doug.

The man smiled, leaning in and dropping his voice. “Secret stuff. Not FDA approved. And you gotta be careful too. Like I said, too much of it and you start to bloat. Not to mention all the hair.”

“The hair??”

“Oh yeah,” the man said, running a hand through his beard. “You think I had this before I started drinking these? I used to be as hair-less as your friend here—“ he pointed to Alec, who’d always been naturally very smooth, “but since this drink’s supposed to boost your testosterone, I can’t keep up with all the hair I’m growing. See this?” He pointed again to the luscious hair on his face. “I started growing this last week.”

Doug’s jaw dropped. “No.”

“Oh yeah, bud,” the man nodded. “It’s a real nuisance, but like I said: if you wanna put on weight…”

Alec was in a trance. The man had leaned in so close, he could smell whatever he was drinking on his breath. The scent was intoxicating, milky and sweet, yet irresistibly masculine.

“Can I try some?” The words blurted out of his mouth before he could stop them. What a rude thing to ask! Just taking someone else’s protein shake. Even Doug looked at him incredulous. But the man laughed.

“Just a bit,” he said, “JUST so you can see what I’m talking about. I don’t want you getting hooked or anything.” Doug wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he saw the man wink.

Alec put the orange bottle up to his lips and took a small sip. It tasted even better than it smelled. The drink was so thick, so rich, he felt like he’d eaten a whole meal.

“FUCK,” Alec cried out as something rushed through his body. He needed to pump. Now. He reached for the dumbbell rack and started doing curls, energy angrily surging through his veins. Before he knew it, he’d done seven sets, and was sweating like a pig.

Doug looked at him aghast. “Damn dude,” he said, “that drink must have given you a real energy boost.”

“Something like that,” Alec said. He was looking around for the giant man. He needed another sip. Just one more sip.

“He took off,” Doug said, reading his mind. “Probably for the best. That illegal shit can be scary.”

“Yeah,” Alec said, “scary…”

Alec dreamt of the man that night. He dreamt that they were at the gym, doing drop sets. Every weight he lifted, every rep he did, Alec could feel himself growing bigger and bigger. Just like the man. They’d stop in-between sets to feel up each other’s muscles, rub their beards together, and—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Alec’s eyes fluttered open. Disappointed (and horny), he forced himself out of bed and lumbered to the bathroom. He switched on the light, and froze in shock.

“Whoa,” Alec said. The man in the mirror was still clearly him. But Alec didn’t have dark hair. Come to think of it, Alec didn’t have that much hair AT ALL. And yet, the man staring back at him had a chest peppered with black scruff, which also sprouted from his face to form a handsome 5 o’clock shadow. His eyebrows were bushier, the hair on his head was thicker, but most importantly…

He was thicker. Alec’s muscles had seemingly grown overnight. He’d lost a little bit of his definition, but he’d more than made up for it in pure, hard mass.

He must have been admiring his reflection for twenty minutes before his phone rang. It was Doug.

“Hey man, wanna meet me at the gym later today?”

Alec was suddenly worried. What would his friend have to say about his new looks? It was obvious that it was the shake. All the man’s predictions had come true: just one sip and Alec was hairier, bigger, and sexier then ever.

But that also meant Doug was right: this stuff is dangerous. If he had changed that much from one sip… what could two sips do? What could an entire bottle do??

The thought terrified him. But it also turned him on. If he ran into the giant man again, would he be able to control himself?

“I can’t believe you actually tried it,” Doug said as they left the locker room. As Alec has suspected, his friend had reacted to his new mass with trepidation. “Who knows what other chemicals they got packed into that stuff.”

“Yeah, but it worked!” Alec said, excited. “Doug, this could be what you always wanted.”

Doug squinted. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve always wanted a body like mine. With just a sip or two from this drink, you could have that body tomorrow!”

Doug scoffed and shook his head. “That shake isn’t just giving you a big body; it’s giving you a big head.” Alec laughed, and the two headed out the doors to the parking lot. “Besides,” Doug continued, “it wasn’t your shake to begin with. I couldn’t have any even if I wanted t—“

“Well look who it is.”

It was the man from the day before. Only this time, he had not one, but TWO shakes.

Alec almost fainted with excitement.

“I see you’ve put on some weight,” the man said, pointing to Alec, “and I’m not just talking about bulking.” Alec reached up and felt his facial hair. He’d never felt hair on his face before, and he couldn’t stop touching it. The prickly feeling of the scruff under his skin was so intensely erotic, he thought he might pop a boner right there in the parking lot.

“Listen, dude,” Doug said, “I don’t care what you wanna put in your body, but my friend here isn’t having anymore of your black-market—“

“Is that for me?” Alec was pointing to the second shake. The man smiled down at him. He was still so, so tall.

“If you want it,” the man said, “I figured by the look on your face when you were pumping yesterday that you got a real kick out of it.”

Doug’s jaw dropped. “You’re giving him a whole shake??”

“Of course not,” the man said, “I diluted it down. Like I said, too much of this stuff could bloat you big time.” He turned back to Alec, and gave a very obvious wink, “but I made sure to put more in than a sip.”

He held out the drink and Alec took it with shaking hands. His mind was reeling from the thought of growing big like the man in front of him, of bulking to impossible size, with pecs like tires and arms as thick as bricks. As he threw back his first sip and felt the sweet, milky substance fill his stomach, he fantasized about the two of them worshiping each other’s bodies, entangled in a knot of muscles, scruff, and sweat.

“This is ridiculous,” Doug said, “C’mon Alec, let’s go home.”

But Alec didn’t want to go home. He didn’t want to go anywhere but back inside the gym and pump his muscles to high heaven. The drink was saturating his body with a powerful need to work out. Going home and sitting on the couch was simply impossible.

“I was just about to head in for my workout,” said the man, “if you wanna join me—“

“Yes!” Alec said, without hesitation. He didn’t see the hurt on Doug’s face, and failed to notice his friend march away from them and out into the parking lot. His eyes were locked on the man in front of him. And that’s when he realized… “I never got your name?”

“Blake,” the man replied, “now come on, let’s put that juice to use.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Alec slapped his alarm clock with such force, it cracked open and sputtered out. He wasn’t that strong, he thought, unless…

He rushed to the bathroom, barely squeezing through the door as he switched on the light.

It was true. He was enormous. Easily the size of Blake, with pecs like tires and biceps like bricks. His traps were larger than he ever thought possible, and he could see them out of his peripheral vision whenever he turned his head.

And then, of course, there was the hair. Alec was sporting a full-on lumberjack beard, thick enough to tickle his pecs every time he bent his head down. And the black scruff on his chest had erupted into a forest of hair.

Alec ran a hand down his cleavage. After all, that’s what it was. His pecs had never been this large, and the chasm between them was as thick with hair as the rest of his body. He inhaled and took in his musk, potent from a long night of sweating, tossing and turning, dreaming about Blake.

He picked up his phone, his big meaty fingers struggling to press the digits as he called the number Blake had given him yesterday evening.

The man picked up in two rings. “Alec,” he said with a smugness in his voice, “I thought you’d call. Did you like what you saw when you woke up this morning?”

“Y—yes,” Alec stammered. His attention was split between the phone and feeling the shape of his bulky muscles.

“I bet you’re as big as me by now, judging by how much you drank.” Blake laughed, “how’d you like to be bigger than me?”

“W—what?”

“Meet me at the gym in an hour,” said Blake, “this time, you’re drinking a full shake.”

He hung up. Alec looked down to see that his cock was leaking all over the floor. The amount of precum he was producing was unreal. What would it look like if he ACTUALLY came?

It didn’t take long to find out. The mere thought of drinking, pumping, and outgrowing Blake was hotter than any porn Alec had ever beat off to, and within seconds of stroking his impossibly meaty dick, he was spraying the mirror with jazz.

“FUUUUCK!” he growled. It spewed out of him like a broken fire hydrant, soaking the mirror, the ground, and his hairy tree trunk legs. He fell to his knees and panted like a thirsty dog.

I need to clean up, he thought, and he wasn’t just talking about the jizz. Alec had just an hour to do a days worth of manscaping. The hair on his chest seemed to get thicker and thicker, and with a FULL shake waiting for him at the gym, it was only gonna keep growing…

“You shaved,” was the first thing Blake said when Alec got to the gym. He’d gotten so wide, he practically had to force himself into his tiny Prius on the wya there. “Don’t worry,” Blake said before he could reply, “there’s plenty more where that came from,” and gave another wink.

Alec’s dick shot up in his shorts. He had to walk funny just to keep it from tenting the stretchy black material as they headed towards the machines. But he wasn’t just horny from thinking about Blake; there was a full shake waiting for him. More sweet nectar, more thick bulky muscles. More.

“I figured we’d start with arms toda–“

“Um… Blake?” Blake turned towards a nervous Alec. “I… um… you said you had a full shake today?”

Blake let out a belly laugh, which only made Alec hornier. “Damn, someone’s eager! Don’t worry, we’ll get there. You gotta pace yourself.” He put a heavy hand on Alec’s impossibly thick shoulder. “How about we start with chest?”

Alec wasn’t picking up his phone. In any other instance, Doug wouldn’t think anything of it, but their interaction at the gym yesterday had made him weary. He was in way over his head, and dealing with a substance Doug suspected to be very dangerous.

He tired calling one more time. As the phone rang endlessly in his ear, Doug began to entertain a new possibility: was he jealous? He had always wanted a body like Alec’s, and Alec had only gotten hotter since he started drinking this new protein shake. Was he right, yesterday? Was that what Doug always wanted?

“With just a sip or two from this drink, you could have that body tomorrow!”

It went to voicemail. Doug angrily shoved his phone in his pocket and made for the door.

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days?

Alec didn’t know. He’d been standing at the machine for what felt like ages, doing bicep curls as Blake added more and more weight. As Alec shook himself out of a trance, he noticed the number on the weight he was now curling: 200 Lbs.

Impossible. Alec had never curled more than 100 on both arms. And yet here he was, effortlessly. How must he LOOK by now, he thought…

“Don’t stop,” a voice whispered in his ear. It was Blake, the smell of the protein shake still heavy on his breath. “I was right, you have a lot of potential.”

Alec tried to reply, but he just kept on pumping, power surging through his veins.

“I knew when I saw you that you were gonna get big. But man… this is something else!”

And that’s when Alec noticed his body. Every time his arms curled up, his biceps flared into two enormous footballs. When he looked down, he felt the bristles of his ever-growing beard scratch his chest, which rose voluminously with each consecutive breath.

Alec let out a final grunt as he lifted the bar and dropped it down again. Everything was sore. His arms, his pecs, his back, his legs. But it wasn’t from the working out: it was from growing so fast.

“You need to replenish,” Blake said, shoving something into his concrete chest. Alec could barely make out the shape of the bottle underneath his pec shelf. His heart skipped a beat. It was the moment he’d been waiting for for what seemed like eons. A full protein shake. Enough raw power to transform him into the biggest guy Blake had ever seen.

Next thing he knew, the bottle was empty. The sweet substance trickled down his throat and warmed his veins. He growled or primal satisfaction, like a beast after a hearty meal. And that’s when things started to change. Fast.

“Um… is your friend okay?” a mousy gym employee asked Blake, but Alec wasn’t paying attention. He had collapsed onto his knees, and was now watching his body evolve with alarming speed. The last two times he’d drunk the special shake, the results took hours to kick in. Now, having consumed a complete dose, they were taking seconds.

“Yeah, I think he just needs to use the bathroom,” Blake reassured him, helping Alec to his feet and walking him over to the locker rooms.

The second they were inside, Alec screamed. “AGGGGGH,” his voice echoed throughout the empty room, a mix of pain and pleasure as his body went from big, to bigger, too biggest. His arms ballooned out, his pecs rising to his chin like blimps. But the most startling change was to Alec’s mid section. Gone were the abs he’d worked so hard on carving out. As Alec’s stomach grumbled, his mid section exploded out into a hard, heavy muscle gut.

“What’s happening to me?” Alec groaned. Blake just stared at him, awestruck.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“What??” Alec’s voice was deep and raw. He was sounding more like an animal than a human being.

“You were kind of my guinea pig, bro” Blake said. “I’d only had a little bit of that stuff, I was curious to see what is was capable of and… man.” He stepped back to admire all of Alec, who was taking up more and more space on the bench.

“You… turned me into… A MONSTER!”

“You kidding?” Blake leaned in, “I made you a god. You wanted to bulk up? Now you’re ALL bulk. 100% muscle and fat and hairy goodness. You should fucking thank me, bro!”

The second he said “hairy goodness,” Alec felt a tickling on his chest. All that time spent shaving his copious body hair only to have it grow back in seconds. But this time, it grew with a vengeance. He was so busy watching his pecs erupt with black fuz, that he didn’t notice Blake drooling over his body.

“Fuck dude…” Blake peeled off his tank top.

“What… what are you doing?” Blake didn’t respond. He ripped his shoes off and pulled his shorts down, unveiling a bulge the size of a grapefruit.

Alec went dizzy. The next thing he heard was a loud RIP as he felt his body outgrow the tiny gym shorts that used to be so baggy on his slender frame. His dick, an impossible 12 inches long and thick as a soda can, tore through his underwear and throbbed in the cool air of the locker room.

He fell backward, unable to support his new bulk, and looked down over his muscle mounds to see the massive figure of Blake, drooling at his cock while stroking his.

It was what Alec had dreamed of. The fantasy that had plagued his mind for days.

“Worship me,” he growled at Blake. Dazed, the man walked over to Alec and mounted him like a stallion. He felt Blake’s ass slide up and over his cock, teasing the head a bit before swallowing it whole.

Blake let out a cry. He was talking all 12 inches, his face contorting with pain and his muscles glistening with sweat. Alec ran two giant hands up the length of his thighs as Blake admired the breath and width of Alec’s new, hairy chest. And then, he started to ride him.

They didn’t care if anyone walked into the bathroom. They were so focused on each other’s bodies, so enraptured by the other’s scent, they could have spent hours worshiped themselves.

But Blake’s ass was so fucking tight, the protein shake had made Alec so inhumanly horny, it was just a minute before he growled in that deep animal voice: “I’m cumming.”

Blake didn’t get much warning, but he didn’t care. He threw his head back as he took Alec’s torrential load, riding him like a prized stallion while Alec convulsed and contorted. His seed leaked out of Blake’s ass, and he opened his eyes just in time to see the man put on a few extra pounds of bulk, not to mention a fresh batch of hair on his chest.

“Fuck bro,” Blake growled, admiring the new size of his body, “it’s like getting a protein shake up my ass.”

Alec laughed. His laugh sounded strange now, his body reverberating in a completely different way. He hadn’t just put on weight; he’d put on years. There was no way this was the body of a man in his 20’s. Alec had to be 30 now. At least.

“Do you have any more?” he asked Blake.

“Of the shake?” Blake raised an eyebrow, “you wanna get bigger??”

Alec grinned, “not necessarily…”

“Alec! Alec!” Doug called out for his friend, but he’d already looked around the whole gym. Twice. He was nowhere to be found. Maybe he isn’t here. He’d only assumed Alec went to the gym to see his “dealer,” but maybe he was at home. Maybe he’d come to his senses, and maybe they could put all this nonsense behind them.

But that’s when his eye caught something. Alec’ familiar dark hair, his jovial face. Except it was trapped under more hair than he’d even had on his head, and more muscle and fat than the two of them combined.

“A…Alec…?”

The man looked up from his phone. “Hey bro,” Alec said in a voice that was so deep, it bordered on unrecognizable, “glad you could make it!”

Doug was staring flabbergasted at his belly. Here was Alec, the guy who used to be so anal about maintaining his perfect six pack, now walking towards him with a hairy muscle gut practically spilling over his gym shorts.

“What happened to you?” Doug said. He was too in shock to be angry, or sad, or frustrated. He just needed to know.

“The same thing that’s going to happen to you,” a familiar voice said from behind him. Doug spun around to see Blake, another protein shake in his hand. Even he looked different—though only marginally compared to Alec, with slightly bigger muscles, slightly more fat, and a lot more hair.

Doug shook his head. “No. I… I can’t…” As he tried to back away, he bumped into a pillar of mass. It was Alec, who now towered above him and emitted a powerful smell. Though Doug hated to admit it, it was a huge turn on.

“One sip,” Doug said, reluctant. “That’s it.”

Blake and Alec smiled at each other, and he handed Doug the shake. Doug looked down at it. He had half a mind to drop it and take off running. That would be the smart thing to do. After all, he had no idea what this was, and the only thing he did know was that it had turned his gym buddy into a monster.

But Doug had always wanted to be like Alec. He’d always wanted his body, his looks. He was one sip away from looking exactly like the first he’d always envied. One sip…

Doug took a gulp. The sweet, rich substance leaking down his throat. The second it hit his stomach, his mind went blank. One sip became two sips became three sips became—

It was gone. Doug dropped the empty bottle in horror as he realized that he’d gulped down the entire shake. All at once. He waited for the two men to react accordingly, but instead, they started roaring with laughter. As if this is what they were expecting.

“What’s so funny?” Doug demanded. “What’s going to happen??”

Alec stared down at Doug’s chest in pleasant surprise. “I think you mean ‘what’s already happening.’”

The words sunk into Doug’s head. He didn’t want to look down at his chest, but both men, with their eyes fixed on his tank top, were making it incredibly difficult.

Finally, Doug glanced downward. For the first time, he couldn’t see his toes. His pec shelf had grown larger in seconds than it had in years of training. Impossible.

Blake reached in to sneak a peak at Doug’s new pecs, but he swatted his hand away. “No!” he cried, “No, this… this isn’t happening, it’s… is my voice… deeper??”

Indeed it was Doug was starting to sound just like Alec, a depth and maturity to his vocal cords that was matched only by the rapid maturation of the rest of his body. His arms, his legs, and his shoulders followed the growth of his pecs, and within less than a minute, Doug was leaning on the two men to keep him upright, as the exponential bulking make him heavier and heavier.

“Don’t resist it bro,” Alec whispered in his ear. Doug felt the bristles of his beard tickle the side of his face as he said, “you’re gonna be so big. I promise.”

The thought sent a wave of pleasure throughout Doug’s body. Much like Alec, the thought of joining these two men in pure size heaven was more than enough to offset the fear of changing so fast.

And change he did. Doug let out a primal growl as pounds and pounds packed onto his frame. The tiny kid who could never built any muscle wasn’t so tiny anymore. His chest puffed out and his arms flared upwards, and each time he looked down at his body, he seemed further and further from the ground.

“Damn, you’re friend’s got some serious potential!” Blake remarked. Doug barely noticed, because the next phase of his transformation had begun. In an instant, he felt a new sensation overtake his entire body. He scrunched his face as he sensed a thick, bushy beard sprout over his previously postmarked skin.

He clawed at the edges of his shirt. He needed to see what he was becoming. He needed to prove to himself that he’d finally grown as hairy as Alec. As big as Alec. Bigger than Alec.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Doug took a moment to admire the sheer size of his new body, and watched as the final bits of his transformation took effect: his stomach hardening into a thick, muscle gut just like Alec’s. A treasure trail of hair growing like a runway down towards his dick. And though Doug wasn’t going to drop his shorts in the middle of the gym, he knew there’d been some serious growth in that department as well.

They practically owned the gym from then on: Alec, Doug, and now Blake, hitting the machines, downing protein shakes, and checking out their enormous bodies. And when no one was looking, they’d all three sneak into the locker room for a good fuck.

The three were there almost 24/7. But of course, who could blame them? They’d put all that energy into bulking up. Now, it was time for cutting. To work off all that fat and unveil the raw, hard muscles underneath.

It was time to get shredded.

(thanks @musclegrowthmorph for letting me use his gifs!)

[becomemusclecharacter]

The Mask

Music blasted from the speakers of the car as Tyler drove down the empty streets of the city. Tyler had just finished his shift from work and he was all but eager to go home and drown out the day with a beer or two. He worked for a construction company so the work always left him drained by the shift’s end but this day was especially exhausting, both in a physical and mental sense. To put it short, Tyler was frustrated by his boss’s strict deadlines and his fellow coworkers’ laziness which always left him doing a majority of the work.

Thankfully it was a Friday meaning a full weekend of relaxation and fun before the cycle reset and it was back to the daily grind. Tyler was very much looking forward to a simple night in to recharge and then spend the rest of the weekend doing whatever activities his girlfriend had planned for them.

The following Monday was Halloween and with his girlfriend being very much into the spooky holiday, she had come up with all sorts of things for them to do much to Tyler’s annoyance. He never liked how extra she’d be. Their apartment was filled to the brim with Halloween decorations. Every movie night for the month would be a different horror movie, even if they’d seen it a million times before. And to top it off, she’d go overboard with her costume, sometimes even spending hundreds of dollars crafting her own outfit that she’d only wear that one night.

Tyler tried to not let it bother him too much. He did enjoy some of the aspects of the holiday. And as long as he didn’t have to think about work, that’d be good enough for him. Tyler continued to drive home, eventually hitting a red light. His phone soon started lighting up with notifications.

Hey. Just wanted to remind you about Hailey and Matty’s party today.

I hope you didn’t forget lol

I’m going with nat so I’ll meet you there

And remember that it’s a halloween party so don’t be lame and come with a costume

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, that was today?!” Tyler said out loud to himself as he realized that his plans for the night had just been thrown out the window. He messaged back a quick “Ok” before turning his attention back to the road.

Tyler grumbled to himself as he continued driving. As much as he liked partaking in some of the festivities associated with Halloween, the idea of wearing a costume felt completely juvenile. Nearing almost thirty years old, Tyler felt like the concept was beneath him. But not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend and trying to avoid what would certainly be another fight, he swallowed his pride and searched for costume stores on his phone as soon as he hit another light.

It was not long until Google Maps redirected Tyler to the closest store. To his surprise, there was one directly on the way home. He did find it strange that he had never noticed it on his commute to and from work every day. Before he knew it though, he was already pulling up to the parking lot.

Stepping inside, he found it filled with all kinds of costumes, accessories and typical Halloween decorations. The odd thing was that it was entirely void of customers. The only person Tyler noticed as he entered was an older gentleman sitting at the check out counter reading a magazine. The man, taking an interest in Tyler, walked over to him and welcomed him to his store.

“Welcome to Gerard’s Costume Emporium.” The man jubilantly greeted Tyler. “My name is Gerard of course, if you need any assistance please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Will do, thanks.” Replied Tyler as he looked the man up and down who despite looking to be in his mid forties appeared to be in extremely good shape with the way his muscles bulged out of his clothes.

“I take it you own the place. This place is not as packed as I thought it’d be, being the day before Halloween after all.” Tyler said, questioning the lack of fellow patrons in the store.

“I opened the store just a few weeks ago. Been worried more about setting up rather than advertising I guess. But business comes and goes. It’s what I love about owning and working at a place like this.” Gerard replied. “I get to do whatever the hell I want and even if it gets busy, I know that things will eventually settle down and I get to relax from time to time.”

“That must be nice.” Tyler said, the thought of work still lingering in his head.

"Yeah, but enough about me. Feel free to look around. I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like.”

Tyler took the man’s offer and surveyed the aisles of the stores, looking for a costume he deemed suitable.

Despite the variety in selection, Tyler found it difficult to find something he liked that was in his size. Everything was either for women, children, or not to his taste. After searching for a while, Tyler grew frustrated at not being able to find even an iota of a suitable costume he could wear. He eventually took out his phone and started texting his girlfriend.

Babe I can’t find anything at this store

Like there’s literally nothing here for me

Im just gonna show up with what I’m wearing hope that’s ok

Seconds later, his girlfriend responded.

You better not come wearing some plain ass clothes

Omg at least get a mask or something

Tyler rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s response, something which Gerard took notice off as he began to approach the frustrated-looking man.

“Is everything going okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tyler answered back as he scanned the entire store before finding what he was looking for.

Tyler walked over to a wall at one end of the store. The entire wall was covered with displays of various types of masks. Tyler carefully studied all of them, trying to pick out the best one, but with so many to choose from it was hard for him to make a decision. As a result, he called Gerard over for an opinion.

“You got a recommendation?” Tyler asked.

“Hmm. Let’s see.” Gerard scanned the wall of masks. “What about one of those Scream masks? Can’t go wrong with a classic!”

“You're right.” Tyler pondered for a moment. “But it feels a bit basic, no? Got anything more inspired?”

Tyler didn’t realize how quickly his apathy towards wearing a costume turned into genuine interest.

Gerard thought to himself, giving Tyler a quick look over and then smirking.

“I do have something in the back I can have you take a look at.” Gerard proceeded to walk towards the back room as he continued talking. “It’s not really Halloween related which is why I didn’t have it out, but I think it would suit you well and it’ll get the job done.”

Gerard came back with a small bag. “Have a look at this.”

Tyler opened up the bag and pulled out a pretty colorful luchador mask. It was primarily blue with white outlines and red stylized eagles going down each side. Above the eye holes also sat a red cross.

“What do you think?” Gerard asked.

Tyler stared at the mask. Memories of his childhood came flashing back to him. “Not gonna lie, it’s pretty cool.” He remembered spending Saturday nights watching wrestling on TV with his dad. The feeling of nostalgia hit hard. “How much for it?”

“I’d normally sell it for $40, but for you I’ll mark it down to $20.” Gerard said. “But let’s try it on first before deciding on anything. These kinds of masks need  to be properly laced up so that they’re not too loose.”

“That’s true.” Tyler agreed with Gerard as he handed the mask back. Gerard then proceeded to walk him towards one of the dressing rooms adorned with a full length mirror.

Taking the mask, he loosened up the laces on the back to allow the hole to open wide enough. Standing behind Tyler, Gerard promptly adorned the mask on Tyler’s head, shifting it around so that the holes would align with Tyler’s eyes and mouth.

Tyler felt the lycra push against his skin and the curves of the mask followed the contours of his face but something didn’t quite feel right. 

“It feels a bit loose. You don’t think the mask’s a bit big for me?” Tyler shared his concerns with Gerard.

“You’ll grow into it. Don’t worry.” Gerard replied as he begun tightening the laces in the back, finishing by tying them into a solid knot.

Before Tyler had a chance to react to Gerard’s strange comment he began to feel a pulsing sensation emanating throughout his body. Starting at the head, going down his body and onto his legs, each pulse caused his muscles to tighten up. Every few seconds a pulse would traverse downwards before Tyler was eventually left completely immobilized. At this point, Tyler would figure out that the pulsing originated from the mask, but all he could do was stare at his reflection in the mirror. A sense of panic took over him, trying his best to move his arms to remove the mask, but it was all futile. He was helpless as he could see Gerard still standing behind him, grinning as he simply watched what was about to unfold.

The pulses would then begin to increase in intensity. With each pulse, his body would add pounds of mass. A combination of muscle and fat, his once lean body would begin to fill out more and more. The most drastic of these changes occurred to his arms and torso. The six-pack abs Tyler was never afraid to flaunt disappeared under a newly formed gut. His defined chest was transformed into a pair of meaty pecs while his shoulders broadened and his arms bulged from all the added muscle. 

Tyler continued to look at himself in the mirror, helpless to what was going on. The tattoos that ran down his right arm faded away and a light covering of hair grew along his chest and arms. At this point his body was almost unrecognizable but Tyler’s face underneath the mask remained unchanged. That was until the pulses emanating from the mask increased in intensity. 

His thin face started filling out, becoming pudgier and rounder. The mask no longer felt loose, but now fit tightly and properly on his head. The light stubble he sported thickened and darkened, covering the entirety of his lower face. Tyler could also feel his hair receding into his head as all that was left beneath the mask was a buzz cut. 

Tyler’s clothes had suddenly disintegrated and in their place emerged a spandex leotard, enveloping his body tightly and showcasing all the mass Tyler had accumulated within the past few minutes. The pulses soon stopped allowing Tyler to move again, but he continued to stand still, motionless.

Gerard appeared from behind Tyler, running his hand all across the man’s hulking body.

“Told you the mask was going to be a good fit.” Gerard whispered into Tyler’s ears. “Now let’s see what we’re working with.”

Gerard begun untying the knots in the back of the mask, loosening up the laces as Tyler stood still, still in a trance-like state. The mask eventually came off, revealing the face of a completely different man than the one who originally put it on.

With the mask off, the haziness in Tyler's head dissipated and he finally started coming to. He looked at Gerard, a sense of familiarity overcoming Tyler as if he'd known the man standing before him. Known him for a long time actually. Then it clicked. Gerard was his husband.

"You doing ok, babe?" Gerard asked, knowing exactly what he'd just done to the man.

"Yeah, yeah. Just spaced out for a bit." Tyler responded, his voice much gruffer than it used to be.

He looked around, his brain still making connections but ignoring the fact that he was wearing a wrestling leotard for whatever reason. Tyler then noticed the plethora of costumes and other halloween decorations spread around him. He remembered unloading them from their boxes after he and Gerard opened up the store several weeks ago. He remembered loving being a co-owner of his own business with his husband.

He had a good life. He was happily married to a man who loved him to the moon and back. He was his own boss, never really stressing about work, and even when things got difficult he had someone to help him shoulder the load. Tyler grabbed the man in front of him, pulling him closer as he kissed him passionately. The two embraced, rubbing their hands across each other's bodies.

"What if we closed shop early? Neither of us got anywhere we gotta be." Tyler suggested as Gerard just gave him a sly look.

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A Happy Axe-ident

Harry was not at all looking forward to spending two weeks at his Uncle Jack's cabin. He was even his real Uncle, just his dad best friend from high school or something. A fortnight of forced awkward laughter at terrible jokes and simply untrue stories told by drunk old men. A fortnight of living in freezings conditions somewhere up in the middle of the Colorado mountains.

Harry was a quiet, shy, hairless twink. His skinny little frame only took him to 5ft10, which was part of the reason why he was quiet and shy. He didn't like to draw any attention to himself.

The first night started better than expected. The Fire was constantly burning and heating the place, but the went through quite alot of the wood store. Jack said that he'd make a mountain man out of Harry in the morning and would show him how to chop wood for the fire. This filled Harry with so much anxiety he just left the room and went to bed.

The next morning Harry stayed in his room, hiding. He really didn't want to get dragged into chopping firewood out in the freezing mountain air. He could hear his father and Jack talking loudly out the front of the cabin. They'd already started drinking. By mid afternoon the were both already passed out. It'd be getting dark soon and there wasn't enough wood to last the night. Harry was beginning to think he'd HAVE to chop wood for the tonight. Just one night, and the his father and Jack passed out, they wouldn't be able to do a running commentary or laugh at his while he did it...

Harry put on his big blue coat, wooly hat and the over sized gloves and mentally prepared himself to go out into the cold and chop just a few pieces. Enough for the night, and hopefully the others can chop for the rest of the time they were at the cabin.

A giant axe was stuck into a chopping block round the side of the cabin. A severe nervousness enveloped Harry as he approached it and there was an ominous silence. Surely it would be too heavy for him and he'd struggle to chop even one piece. On arrival at the chopping block, he sighed his last sigh as the version of himself he was currently.

It took a while to lose it, but eventually Harry was able to lift the axe from the block. It was a huge weapon. He'd never held something like this before. So long, and his hands only just wrapped around the handle. But that was the fist thing to change. Before he'd even swung the axe for the first time, unbeknownst to him, his hands began to grow inside his gloves. His figures lengthened and broadened, sprouting fine hairs above and below his knuckles and on the back of his new hands. The gloves now fit perfectly.

Harry could barely lift the great axe as his arms were weak and narrow. Placing a log on the block, he held the axe rather unprofessionally. Both hands and the end of the handle, he hung it behind his head and swung it over. Not only did he miss the log, he missed the block completely. The axe stuck in the grounds. Harry swore under his breath, picked the axe up and tried again, and again... Over the next couple of swings he began to make progress, missing less and less, but still took him a while to chop through a single piece. He was unaware that the growth that had started in his hands had now moved to his arms. Muscles spasmsed and grew. Harry's forearms thickened, veins raised to the surface and the thin hair began to grow up from his hands all the way up to his shoulders, and his biceps blew up almost 4 times the size they were before. Harry thought he was simple getting into the job at hand, not that he was actually gaining strength.

Harry was aware that his back was beginning to ache, but just put it down to the fact he probably had bad form whilst chopping the wood. But in reality his torso was stretching, lengthening. Soon enough he was almost a 5 inches taller, but he was still unaware of any of his changes. His body was still as narrow as before any changes came.

Harry changed his stance as his feet began to expand in his boots, but as his feet grew, as did the fabric of his boots. The growth progressed upwards to his legs. Growing hair and pounds of muscle, adding girth to his calves. His thighs also ballooned out with solid muscle and power. As the muscle grew his legs also lengthened, adding even more hight. Finally standing at 6ft7. The hair growth didn't stop at his legs, it continued to spread upwards covering his ass cheeks and lower back.

Harry slammed the axe down into the block and decided to rest for a minute. His new limbs did not belong on the torso that Harry still possessed. But soon enough his waist began the broaden bother widthways to line up with his new legs and outwards as his abs grew larger and stronger. The same happening up top as his chest became hard with muscle. Shaping into a perfectly built mount man underneath the clothes that had grown to fit his new body.

Harry felt really hot after swinging the axe so many times. A dumb thought came to mind, to take off his coat, so he did and his jacket, and his shirt. He now stood topless out in the freezing cold, but he couldn't feel it. Now he could see his own skin, he was shocked beyond belief at the body he saw when he looked down. Freaking out he watched as his pale skin fade to a slightly darker shade, like he's spent the day out in the sun, tanning. He watched as the thin new hairs on his armed darkened and thickened. He saw his nipples shrink in size on his new pecs. He then felt movement downstairs. His cock was growing. Aroused at his own body now his cock began to harden. Oddly enough at the same time his face began to change, age a little even. Thick hairs began to sprout, forming the beginings of a nice full thick beard. The more aroused he got the bigger the beard became. His cock so hard that was almost painful began to poke out a little above the waist line of his jeans. Harry had to losen his belt to release some of the tension grown from his groin. He now possessed a whopping 9 inches. He reached down to touch it, it was still super sensitive so for now he rearranged him self, finding where to put it to be more comfortable.

Physical transformation complete, his mind began to fog and new memories flooded in and reality changed around him. He lived alone at this cabin and had for years. He chopped wood every day for the fire. He hunted his own food. He was a true independent self sufficient mountain man.

And he loved it.

[becomemusclecharacter]

Beach Ball

Brady was on vacation from his boring landlocked town. He loved the beachside and was dreading the fact that he would have to go back in a few days. He wished he could stay on the sunny coast for as long as he would like. He thought about how the grass was probably greener on the other side and that his life wasn’t terrible, although it could get boring at times. He wondered if all vacation spots are better as vacation spots and if visiting as a tourist, rather than a staying as a native would be better.

He decided not to think about that and tried to lay back and enjoy his holiday. Brady put his arms up with his hands behind his head and basked in the warm, but not too hot, sun. He felt the warmth on arms, legs and torso and was glad that the foliage was behind him and the trees gave him enough shade to protect his eyes from direct sunlight.

Relaxing in his white speedos basks in the sun in the pool area above the beach, Brady was glad he had chosen to stay at this hotel. It was known by a lot of gay locals for having a lot of a hot guys who were available. At least that’s what his friend, local to the area, told him over the phone. He thought about finding a guy and having a casual fling. After daydreaming for a while, Brady decided to take a walk on the beach. It was bright and the shade of the tree wasn’t covering his eyes anymore. He didn’t bring shades, but brought a hat that he put on to go for his walk.

He took his time to enjoy his walk and feel the sand on his bare feet. Then he saw a sports ball fly in his direction, hit the sand with a thud and roll a little bit. As he approached it and picked it up, a muscle bear jogged down the stairs and came up to him. “Sorry about that, bud. My friends and I were playing water polo and the ball got away from us, I guess.” the bear said, putting his hand on the back of his neck.

Brady adjusted his hat “No problem” and passed the ball back. It was hard and rough like a basketball with a similar size, but had colored stripes like a beach ball. “You know what? We’re having such a good time up there, why don’t you join us?” the bear winked at Brady, who didn’t notice. Brady hesitated and the bear put his hand on top of his head, half-scratching it and half-adjusting his hair. “The name’s George by the way.” Brady introduced himself and found himself staring at George. The blocky muscles, vascular forearms and nice beard that was mixed with brown and grey made him Brady’s type. After a very quick, almost unnoticeable glance at George’s crotch, taking notice of his grey camo swim shorts, Brady agreed.

After both heading up the stairs and rinsing themselves to get the sand off their feet, they were ready to jump in and start playing. The pool was a large rectangle, about the same size and shape of many pools, about 10 metres by 15 meters with a lot of space to move around. The only difference was that the pool floor was completely flat and all the same water level. The water isn’t very deep, but not very shallow either. That would probably make playing easier, but then again, looking at everyone else, maybe not. Brady couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everyone else was a bear. The bears were all different. Some were more muscular with hard muscle guts and large, hard muscles while some were more chubby with rounder, softer guts that slightly hung over their waistbands, but equally large, although softer and rounder, muscles. They were all quite hairy, had beards and were noticeably taller than Brady. The water reached just a couple inches under his chest, but reached just above their navels. Brady was not a short man, but was almost 6 feet, without shoes. All the bears had to be around 6′5′’. That was a bit intimidating. At least George was with him. That made him feel better, even though he was also a stranger. 

Brady was having a good time. He had played water polo before and was pretty good, despite the size difference of the other players. He was enjoying himself and felt his mind calm and focus on the game instead of the end of his vacation. Due to the rules of this specific game, no one was allowed to swim, they could only walk. They couldn’t make a line either and had to spread out. Brady found it hard to walk because even though his muscles were toned, he didn’t have as much practice as everyone else nor the muscle mass to move through the water as easily. Brady found himself face to face with some of the bears, their arms raised to block him from passing the ball easily or scoring. The musk that came from their sweaty bodies drove Brady crazy and almost made him chub up in his white speedos. He thought about how their sweat must have mixed with the water, but decided to stop before he tented his speedos. It would still have been noticeable underwater. Moving around helped him calm down.

They played for a few hours and Brady found it easier to move as time went on. His body started to transform, even though he didn’t realize because his focus was on the game and not his body. It started in his feet, which became spread out across the wet and slippery floor, getting longer and wider. His calves beefed up, followed by his thighs. Brady widened his stance unconsciously. He found the wider stance made him move faster and easier through the water. The new muscles weren’t very defined, but they were certainly powerful and allowed him to move through the water. 

His crotch was next. His balls grew larger and heavier. His ballsack began to hang low and a lot more testosterone was pumped throughout his body. His dick repeatedly began to chub up a little, but went back to normal as Brady moved around more. Each time it happened, his dick became a little thicker each time while his foreskin grew back slowly. When his foreskin had grown back completely, he stopped chubbing up, but had left a streak of pre in his speedos, which got washed away by the water. His now larger thighs were filling out the leg holes of his speedo and his ass grew larger and became round with both muscle and fat, stretching out the speedo out further. It became too much for the material to contain and the top of his ass started to peek out. His crack was barely exposed, but the top of his cheeks were definitely noticeable. From the side, you could see how his lower back made it look like that. His spine acting as an extension of his crack and his small, round love handles complementing the round cheeks and flatter hips. All this was starting to stretch out his speedo and his waistband make a small pop as it reached it’s maximum elasticity, but stayed on Brady. His legs got a little longer and the water reached closer to his navel. Brady’s nose was now at the same level as the other bears’ chins.

Being in the water made his speedos more pliable and stretchy. Over time, the speedos got stretched out and fit Brady’s new lower half. He performed assists and helped his teammates, including George score a few goals. His team was winning, even though it didn’t really matter because it was just a casual game. George took the time to pat him on the back and said “Thanks for the assist”.

“No problem” Brady said. He tried to score a few goals on his own, but was blocked each time. There was even a time where the goalie of the other team blocked Brady’s shot and it bounced off the goalpost and hit him in the side of the face.

This knocked him down into the water and Brady ended up drinking some of the water because it happened so fast. Brady got up, lifting is his head and torso out of the water and picked up his floating hat. His head felt exposed, especially since his hair was a lot shorter now, especially on the sides. Brady dismissed this feeling and thought it was just his wet head. His face looked slightly older now and the water dripping down his chin left a small goatee with a soul patch under his bottom lip. This all began to thicken very slowly and the new stubble on his moustache started to grow out and meet with the hair on his chin. “You ok, bud?” George said in a slightly serious tone. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s keep playing” 

“Why don’t you put your hat on the sidelines to dry?” George suggested “Sounds good” Brady said, moving to his side and throwing his hat about a meter behind his team’s goal. The ball had already moved between the other players, so he went to continue playing.

Brady continued to change and his love handles continued to expand. He had abs, but they slowly got covered up by a layer of fat. His gut swelled, but defied gravity and refused to hang over his speedos, but stuck straight out. It looked like the ball they were playing with had been stuffed under his stomach, where the lower part of his abs used to show. His lats flared outwards and beefed up causing Brady to spread his arms further apart.

He raised his arms, exposing the growing patches of hair under his pits. His legs and the tops of his feet started sprouting hair as well and his underwear was hiding an explosion of pubes which escaped the waistband of his speedos as a happy trail started to creep up his stomach. The game got a little intense and Brady started to sweat and produce a musk of his own. The hair on his happy trail spread out over his chest as a dusting of hairs coated his torso and forearms.

Brady’s shoulders beefed up, followed by the rest of his arms. His palms got thicker and wider and longer as his fingers got thicker and longer as well. His arms got longer without losing any muscle mass in their proportions. Hair sprouted on his knuckles and the hair on his forearms spread down to the backs of his hands. if Brady lowered his arms to his sides and stood up straight, his fingers would touch his knees. This problem solved itself before he could notice and his torso lengthened and the water reached his navel. His chest beefed up, puffing out slightly more, while still remaining mostly square and masculine. 

After a while, Brady managed to score a goal and was cheered by his teammates. They all pulled him in for a group hug with him at the center. The hair above his lip, and under it, connected to the hair on his chin. Brady now had a thick goatee that was on its way to becoming a full beard. George massaged Brady’s traps as a congratulations and the new bear tensed up his trap muscles. While after a few seconds, Brady relaxed, his traps kept the same mass. His face and neck became thicker and wider, but his neck still remained visible and recognizable as a neck, separate from his traps, but still well connected. 

Brady’s hair, short on the sides, started to connect with his goatee, creeping down the side of his face as short sideburns, then spreading both under his chin and over the sides of his face, getting thicker and longer as they met at the center of his lower face. 

The game went on and Brady got to score a couple more goals. The game ended and his team won. They all cheered and shook hands with the other team members and got out of the pool. Brady was out of the pool, drying off with his towel. He didn’t question or notice how his body had changed. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared. In his mind it had always been this way. Same for everyone else he met before. He was still set to leave in a few days, but felt better and more prepared, having had such a good time so far, even if it had to end. He would go back home a changed man, at least in body. Even though he was older looking, he was still the same age of 38, even though he now looked his age, instead of good for it. He was about to leave his hat behind in the pool area  “Hey bud, looks like you forgot your hat!” George said, handing it to Brady who put it on. “Looks like I did. Thanks for reminding me” Brady tipped his hat by bending his neck with his hand on the brim to say thank you.

“Listen, I just took a walk on the beach, I’m gonna head up to my room. Why don’t you join me?” Brady said, winking at George. George excitedly took notice and stood closer. Where before his chin was at the same level as the top of his chest, Brady was now just a hair taller than George, who pulled him in for a kiss. George smiled. “I’d love to” Brady responded by doing the same, feeling up George’s hairy chest and groping his hard, muscular forearms. Brady took George by the hand as they both ran to his room, Brady leading the way. “Let’s go then”

[becomemusclecharacter]

Dad Bod Fetish

My boyfriend always had a bit of a fetish for those dad bods. You could tell by scrolling through his Insta feed and see what types of profile he followed. We were both young, so it was never more than just a fantasy, but still it was on his mind. Besides, he loved the sight of my ripped abs, so I wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever.

When We went for the weekend to Hotel Fantasia though, things took a bit of a change. On the first day, he treated me to a spa appointment. I was kinda bummed that the gym access was not included in our package, but he promised to make it up to me with a special massage package that would loosen up my muscles - after all, your body needs a break even now and then. I was apprehensive, because a sports massage is not the most relaxing experience, but somehow, after 10 minutes of the aromatherapy, subtle music and gentle massaging of my back while face-down on the massage table, I must have drifted off. 

“It’s time to wake up now, sir” I heard. Wow, I was totally out of it. I felt like I slept for hours! Rolling over, my whole body did feel much less tense and supple, but quickly I saw why - my abs were gone and I was hairy! “Enjoy your look, sir. I’ll let you get dressed in private. Clothes are in that closet over there.” I was speechless. This was all planned? I stood up from the massage table and went to check out my reflection. I was certainly much taller than before. And bulkier. And older! I looked at least 10 years older than before. So much was different, I couldn’t get my head around it. Previously, I could barely grow fuzz on my face, and now I had a full blown beard and a hairy chest!. I put my hands around my belly and I could wobble the layer of fat around my waist. I wasn’t huge, but this wasn’t the 8% body fat I was used to. And the elephant in the room, in more ways than one, was my cock! My new trunk hung long and low. I guess this wasn’t all bad. I need to go and find my boyfriend and ask him what the hell he was thinking. 

I went to get dressed, but quickly realized my clothes didn’t fit me. My old boxers got stuck around my thighs and no way they could comfortably stretch around my new waist.  Remembering the closet in the corner, I went to check it out. The clothes were not inspiring, and made me look old. Some baggy checkered boxer shorts, unfitted jeans, and a nondescript t-shirt. A world away from my usually fitted, sporty attire that allowed me to show off my young physique. These new clothes put comfort above style and hid my full figure more. Although, there was a slight outline of my belly pressing against the t-shirt. I looked kinda old in this stuff, but, it’ll do. 

I found my boyfriend Chad waiting outside. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked him. He face lit up when he saw me, and he started examining my body. He looked me up and down and ran his hand over my chest.

“Hellooooo, Daddy!” He replied lustfully. My cock twitched at his response. I was slightly annoyed at him ignoring the question, but seeing his face, and how turned on he was, was disarming. I suppose I could go along with this for a bit. He explained how this weekend could be some time off from my workout schedule and I could just let go for a while. It was tempting. And I was starving. We went to the restaurant and a beer and some chicken wings appeared almost immediately. I wasn’t a big drinker, but I politely accepted. Man, it tasted so good. It tasted different somehow - maybe my new taste buds. But I just wanted more. And the wings! Again, on my normal macro-based diet, I would never have dreamed of something so fatty, but they’re delicious! And I swear I could eat about twice as much as before. Meanwhile, Chad just watched me devour the food and beer while he sat there sipping a vodka soda. 

Things then escalated quickly. I don’t quite know what happened, but within the space of a few short minutes, we went from the bar, to being naked in our hotel room fucking. I have never seen him so turned on before, and being in this larger, stronger body made it much easier to manhandle him. My cock penetrated him deeper than before and him calling me daddy just made me harder and harder. He told me I was 12 years older than him now, and I came right inside my boy. Afterwards, we cuddled. He said I was much comfier to rest his head on. When I was all muscle, it wasn’t so comfy, but now I was well padded. He also said it was hard now to cuddle with me - now I weighed down the mattress more, he couldn’t help but roll over onto me. He stroked my belly and suggested we ordered some room service. Beer and pizza. Anything would think he’s trying to fatten me up.

The next day, we went to the pool and he took some photos. I sucked my gut in a bit, but he noticed and laughed at me. Maybe I will book him a spa treatment for this afternoon too…

[becomemusclecharacter]

Breaker, Breaker

My parents decided to take a three-week-long trip to Europe this summer and left me with my uncle Steve. Uncle Steve drove a truck for a living and was a handsome big hairy beast; I secretly had a major crush on him, even though he is my uncle. One Saturday Uncle Steve had to run some errands and left me alone at his house. I noticed Steve had left one of his trucker hats out on the kitchen table, this hat was a green tractor one. I thought it would be fun to try it on and pretend I was him. You see, I was always a scrawny kid, the shortest in my class, the last to go through puberty, and still shorter and smaller than everyone else. My Uncle Steve was the complete opposite, bulging biceps, tall, hairy, a real man. As I put the hat on my head, I instantly began to feel funny. The feeling started in my legs I felt pressure building, it was like my legs were going to burst. The pressure crept up my thighs making my lower half feel like it was going to explode, stretching my skin further than I thought possible. The pressure moved up my stomach and into my arms. Lastly, I felt it in my face, my whole body had swelled, and I felt like a completely different person. Next, my whole body began to experience a poking sensation and I felt hair bursting out of my skin from head to toe. I scratched my face and noticed a thick, long beard. What had happened to me I wondered? At that very moment my uncle entered the room, “Looking good Luke”, he said as he came in for a kiss. New memories began to enter my mind, somehow reality had been altered that I was no longer his nephew, now I was his husband, equally as beastly as Steve. I took a selfie in the mirror and then returned my attention to my new husband.

[becomemusclecharacter]

truck on, truck off

by  sparky enerdog

Ryan finds a pair of trucker boots, size 15 to be exact, they seemed recently used, and stunk badly, it also came with trucker overalls and a trucker cap. The boots seemed to call to Ryan, making him decide to try them and the clothes on. firstly, he took off his thin clean shirt, secondly his snazzy trainers, then his neatly ironed jeans, and finally his tiny underwear. his tiny cock swung low, as he put on the gross oversized jockstrap that were inside the overalls, then one of the boots to check if it would be fine for him, it looked enormous on his tiny feet, the gunk and sweat stuck to his socks and his feet, causing him to quickly yank it out in disgust “YUCK!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK” He shouted. Suddenly, Ryan unknowingly put on the crusty cum soaked overalls, and the greasy oily shirt, and put his foot back in the boot. A surge of testosterone flowed through him, making Ryan moan as his feet grew, and hairs sprouted across his legs. his stomach also began to fill up, and his knowledge and memories began to fade, and new ones grew in, instead of studying he played soccer, and when he gained a truck license he decided to let himself go, not caring at all-wait what? this wasn’t him, was it? eventually Ryan’s feet ripped through his socks, and his cock swelled up to a large size, and became erect, shooting out precum. Ryan also began to gain memories of dropping out of school after college to become a trucker, as his arms inflated with flab and muscle, he also began to grow taller and taller, until he was able to reach the ceiling, Ryan also grew an extra chin, and another, until he had a triple chin, which then quickly became covered by hair as small stubbles of hair on his face grew out wildly, into a black bushy beard, whilst his hair began to vanish, giving Ryan- the person a receding hairline which he soon covered by a greasy stinky hat covered in sweat. As he finally shot out his load, the person realised their name was greg russell, the gay trucker. Greg looked at the trainers, what was he thinkin’? buying shoes that small would be ridiculous. “stupid ol’ me, i must’ve lost myself right d'en and d'ere that i grabbed the wrong size” he said as he walked out of the changing room, leaving the shoes there.

[becomemusclecharacter]

Silver’s Sauna: Nerd to Sliver Fox

Just moments ago, I was a nerdy high school senior. Now, I’m almost an actual senior at 55 years old. Yes, I have one hell of a body, but was it worth 37 years of my life.

I was always made fun of, in school. First I was, too short … But, once puberty hit, I grew taller. To bad my muscles didn’t get the growth memo. I was a tall, pale, nerdy skeleton. And jocks/bullies at my school never let me forget how much of an outcast I was.

With college coming up soon, I saw my chance to start over. I could work on my self now and become the person I wanted to be in college. So, I joined a gym, where I knew my classmates wouldn’t bother me. Silver’s Gym was mainly advertised to older men. The mascot was a fox. So … the whole Silver Fox motif wasn’t lost on me.

I walked up to the front desk. And, there was Mr. Edward Silver. He was the youngest and fittest man in there, in his early 30’s. He was curious why I wanted to be at this gym. So, I told him my story. He understood and even gave me a discount. For the past few months I went, but saw no results. Mr. Silver tried to give me tips, but I just couldn’t gain weight to build muscle. Exercising became a form of meditation for me. And working out next to overweight business men was a real confidence booster.

Today, I was working out when I saw a bald and severely obese man walk in. His clothes and the way he carried himself shown that his gluttonous appetite came from his extremely wealthy life style. Mr. Silver came, out of the back office, and greeted him. They started talking and the old man handed Mr. Silver a brief case. Mr. Silver motioned to me and the old man nodded. My gut told me I needed to leave, immediately.

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[becomemusclecharacter]

The Risk of Curiousity

Andy still waved at his uncle as he drove away in his car. As soon as Andy was not able to see him anymore he went back into his uncle’s house and closed the door. He took off his cap and sighed. This was not exactly what he imagined how his vacation with his uncle would be.

A few months ago, his uncle Frederic, the brother of his late father, wrote him a letter and invited him to stay with him for a few days. After his brother’s death he felt responsible to care for his nephew – besides the care his sister-in-law provided to Andy of course. Andy thought it was decent of him. In his childhood they visited uncle Frederic quite often, but later as his father became ill the visits were less frequent. And now his uncle set out for an appointment in the nearest town.                        

“Whatever you want to do, just keep away from my study room, Andy, you understand?”, his uncle has said to him with a serious look on his face. “Eh, okay, um…why?”, Andy had asked him curiously with an arched eyebrow. His uncle just smiled at him and put his hands on the young man’s shoulders. “You take so much after your father when you look at me like this – it’s nothing special. It just looks inside as if it had been hit by a bomb. But that’s how some authors find their creativity”, his uncle had said winking at his nephew. “I’ll clear the room tomorrow maybe, just be patient. See you later, Andy!”

After his uncle had been away for about an hour, Andy’s stomach started rumbling. But after a big serving of Lasagna, his favourite meal, that his uncle prepared for him yesterday, he felt way much better. Thereafter he decided to take a look around inside the house.  Uncle Frederic only just owned this place for about a year and Andy had not been there since then. It was quite big for only one person to live here. But as an author his uncle maybe needed the quiet and space of this place.

Soon he had seen every room and after he wiped off the last remains of the Lasagna on his face with a napkin, he stopped next to a big door that caught his attention. Curiously he looked at the door – it was different from the other ones in the house. Much bigger, older and way fancier in its decoration with all those metal ornaments on it.

Andy asked himself what could be behind this door. He had seen every other room in this house, so… this must be the door to uncle Frederic’s study room. At first, he wanted to go back to the living room and take a little nap, but something kept him from doing this. His curiosity. A trait he shared with his beloved father. How the study room of an author might look? Filled with scribbled notes and used cups with cold coffee everywhere? Should he look inside? On the other hand, he promised his uncle to stay away from this particular room. But… maybe he could get an eyeful and after that he would go back immediately. His uncle would not be back for a few hours, Andy thought. “Whatever! “, he said and put his hand on the door knob. And he cautiously turned the door knob and the door went open. Just a quick glance, he reminded himself. Not touching anything, just looking around.

A quite old-fashioned but still very beautiful study room was in front of him. His friends would love it, he thought. Vintage furniture or something like this. And it was surprisingly tidy. Andy raised his eyebrow. Why his uncle said it would be a total chaos? Not a single thing was not in its place as far as Andy could see it.

He went over to his uncle’s desk and looked out of the window. The view was incredible, he could see the town and the street from where his uncle would come back later. This was good. He just needed to look out of the window from time to time to make sure to leave the room on tim. But at the moment his uncle was not here. So, Andy continued to look around and found, a little apart from the desk and the leather couch, a side table with quite many books on it. The green one at the very top caught his eye and he carefully picked it up.

It was an old book, at least written in the last century he guessed, and he looked at the cover. It read „Dreams and Ghosts “.  He browsed through the book and saw many pictures of silly supernatural rituals with detailed descriptions how to perform them. Andy disdainfully snorted. His uncle seemed to be interested in this nonsense. He never thought his uncle had this crazy side. As he continued to browse thorugh the book he accidentally opened a page where some strange words with big read letters were written all over the page.

Accipe me, magnum phantasma – volo tibi corpus dare. Muta me, corpus meum tibi sit.

„What’s that for strange language? “, Andy said and tried to say it correctly. Ugh, it sounded awful, he thought. But as soon as he stopped saying these strange words the floor underneath him started to glow in a bright green light and almost blinded him. Frozen in shock he dropped the book and yelped.

„Well, well, well, what have we here? A yummy new body? “, a voice said out of nowhere directly into his ear. Slowly he turned his head and jumped with fright. A human had appeared next to him. Or something that looked like a human. A transparent human, glowing in the same green light as the floor did a few seconds ago. Andy was scared to death and tried to get away but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor.  

„What… who… who are you? “, Andy asked full of fear. What the hell was going on?! The ghostly person, a quite muscular man with… no clothes on… just grinned at him and moved his hips in a very obscene way. Ashamed Andy looked away to force himself not to look at this ghostly well-equipped crotch. „Oh, how rude, young man! “, the ghost said and shook his head in disapproval. He floated around Andy and inspected him. “You’re not perfect, but yet that should work out quite nicely”, he murmured and came very close to Andy’s face. Andy looked away and of all things the ghost’s junk that the ghost was passionately stroking was the first thing his attention caught.

“Get away from me, you monster! And… stop touching yourself, man! That’s disgusting, man… or whatever you are!”, Andy shouted. The ghost’s smile dropped and he touched Andy’s face with his hand. It felt cold. It made Andy shudder. “Oh, you don’t like me touching myself? That’s very sad as I will possess your body and make it mine”, the ghost purred and stroked Andy’s chin, while he gave his ghostly cock a stroke. It stiffened. Fuck, Andy thought. What had he done? Of course, reading some strange magic words. How cliché. “But I promise you, it will be quite pleasurable… for both of us.” With these words the ghost dissolved into a green mist.

“You just need to let me in.” And after these words the mist tried to shove himself into Andy’s still open mouth. In fear and panic he pressed his lips and clenched his teeth together and put his right hand over his closed mouth and nose. This… thing would not enter his body!

“Quite stubborn, aren’t you? But I will find a good entrance”, the voice of the ghost whispered in Andy’s ears and the cold presence moved over his shoulder. It crawled down his back and… suddenly Andy heard a clicking sound. He looked down. His belt was moving on its own. The buttons of his trousers loosened and with a thud his pants fell to the ground.

“Oooooooh”, the ghost moaned and something cold began fondling Andy’s butt cheeks. “Why are you hiding this from me?” And then the cold oozed in his crack and by reflex Andy tensed up his butt. This… creature wanted to invade his body… through his anus! But he would never allow that! After a few tries the cold feeling on his butt stopped and Andy breathed again.

“Don’t be a kill-joy, man”, the ghost shouted and flowed back to Andy’s foreside. “But now you leave me no choice. Dear god, I hate to do this, it’s always so tight!” Without Andy being able to react the green mist pulled down his underwear and went directly to his cock. Andy’s eyes widened. With his hand still covering his mouth, a muttered but very shocked “No!” left his mouth. And then suddenly something started stroking his cock. Something was massaging his balls. No, he could not let go, Andy thought. But his power of resistance shrank as the touching continued. He moaned. His cock grew erect and jutted out of his crotch. Andy shuddered as abruptly the cold feeling dived directly into his cock slit and slithered into his body. Andy felt like he was in heaven!

“Phew, you’re very tight, but let’s change that”, the ghost’s voice echoed in Andy’s head and he felt the cold spreading through his body. “You’ll be the perfect vessel, love”, the ghost purred inside Andy and suddenly he felt something filling his rectum. “What…oh God… what are you… hng… doing to me?”, Andy said between his moans as he felt pure pleasure filling his body. His cock throbbed and he began jacking off. This… was so hot! Sweat broke out of his skin as precum dripped out of his cock. “I’m giving you a final ride”, the ghost laughed and continued to penetrate Andy’s ass from the inside. Everything around him was forgotten. Andy was in sheer pleasure. He grunted. And finally, something in his ass exploded. His belly swelled with ghostly cum and glowed in the same greenish light. It felt… wonderful! “OH GOD, YES!”, Andy screamed and his balls tensed and he came all over the desk with the books and coated them with his seed.

Suddenly pain rose inside his body as the coldness spread further through his trembling, sweat covered body. The greenish light radiated over his whole body until he was glowing everywhere. Andy looked at his hands. “It’s almost done. Soon we will be one.” And after these words his body started to change drastically while his shirt vanished into thin air. His body swelled with bulging muscles – veins crawled under his skin over his growing body. His bones cracked and he grew until he stood at 6 ft.2. Mighty pecs pushed themselves out of his chest as his shoulders widened and doubled their size. Abs popped to the surface while his swollen belly receded and his calves swelled to tree trunks of pure muscle. Andy felt his cock twitch again as the changes reached his crotch. With both hands he touched his cock. It felt so sensitive that the simple touch of his own finger made him moan. Inch by inch it grew simultaneously with his hands while he jacked off. Andy grunted and he could feel the ghost’s presence spreading in his body. It felt… natural having him inside of him. Natural… having… something… inside of him. Yeah… he loved that.  He started to drool as he thought about having a cock inside him. Penetrating him. Andy moaned as his balls grew thicker and dropped down, now hanging low between his muscular thighs.

Precum oozed out of his cock again and as it made contact with his hands they grew calloused and bigger. His body began to tingle while his butt tensed and swelled to a bubble butt. Andy moaned again as his cock passed the 10 inches. Hair broke through his skin everywhere on his body. Wherever there already had been some pathetic patches of dark brown hairs, they thickened and turned into a dark blond colour. His crotch became a forest of hair and a certain musk began to fill the room.

“That’s it. Embrace your masculinity, smell it”, the ghost said and used Andy’s throat. He did as he was told. He breathed in deeply and his cock twitched again. Thick bushes of hair erupted from his pits, his feet elongated as the hair spread over the toes. His voice dropped and his vocal chords changed, his Adam’s apple protruded from his thickening neck. Finally, his face rearranged itself. His pasty appearance went away and strong, virile features took its place. His dark brown hair changed to a golden blonde and grew wavier, while his patchy stubble thickened and a short beard grew over his changing chin. Panting and stroking his sweaty body he lost a few years and gained a more mature look.

The pressure was almost unbearable as Andy felt his thoughts changing. Turning him gay. Turning into an alpha man. Turning him into a sex monster. Turning into a MAN! And with a final roar the ghost’s and Andy’s mind combined and the new man came again. Gallons of seed shot out of his thick balls and coated everything in front of him and his own chest. The new man opened his eyes, heavily breathing. He was nether the pasty old Andy nor the horny ghost that changed him. He was pure man power. He was Andy the Alpha. And now… he would search for a suitable man to celebrate his second birth. The cum on his body run down to his crotch and formed a tight and revealing speedo. He gave his cock a little touch and it immediately swelled a little bit. Yes, that would be a funny life from now.

Hello tf-fans! This was a request from @itsreigningdilfs​ - I hope I did it in your suggested way! :D Thanks again for your idea! If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories - just drop me a message or a question! Have fun and stay safe!

[becomemusclecharacter]

Through Your Veins

It was a quiet night in Gotham City and Batman was driving his Batmobile through the empty streets. The computer in his car had been very quiet all the last few days. His eyes itched a little behind his mask, probably due to the constant change of light and darkness between the lanterns he drove along. But he could not rest until he was sure that all was quiet in the city. After all, that was what he had sworn to himself so many years ago!

He drove out of town and slowly mentally prepared himself to return to his estate. Tomorrow he had an appointment with quite many women who had planned a charity party at his salon. “Oh yes, that’s quite nice - as long as they don’t stay too long”, he said grumbling and turning the steering wheel around. But then suddenly the screen in his cockpit blinked like crazy. A computer voice said: “Attention! Attention! Suspicious activity near the old factory on the outskirts of town! One man’s missing!”

With a grumble, Batman pressed a button, the rocket engine came out of the back of his car and he hit the gas. Like a bullet out of a gun, the car shot through the dark air and towards the old factory. Luckily, Batman thought, he was already close by. In the end, it was the Joker again, his nemesis, who was planning some sick things with the poor man. It was always that creep. Batman pressed the accelerator down a little more and he was already passing the gate of the old factory, which was hanging off its hinges.

Carefully he got out and pulled out his Batarang. That way he could quickly wrap up the criminal. But as he passed through the crumbling roll-up gate, all he saw in front of him was the empty factory floor with an old car tyre floating in one of the old pools.

Batman was about to climb the ladder to the next floor when he suddenly heard a hissing sound and saw the air beginning to fog. “Shit”, he cursed and ran back to the gate, but… it was locked as if an invisible wall sealed it shut. Through his years of training, he was naturally able to hold his breath for a long time, but whatever was pumped into that hall, burned his eyes. And in a brief careless moment, some of the increasingly greenish air entered his nose. Batman felt very lightheaded as he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

He couldn’t tell how long he had lost consciousness. It could have been minutes, hours or even a day. At least it had to be the first period, judging by his headache. “Batty! Wake up, wake up, you old sourpuss”, a cackling voice reached Bruce’s ears. Slowly he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred somehow. Or rather, darker. Because even if he opened his eyes as wide as possible, everything remained somehow dim. “What… who… where am I?”, he mumbled, his head feeling heavy. Bruce wanted to grab his head, as something was covering his eyes. But it clanked as he moved.

He was tied up. With heavy chains, it sounded like. He squinted down his body through the tinted peepholes in front of his eyes. His costume was gone! Along with his weapons… his identity… “Let me go, now!”, he said in a harsh tone to the shapeless, cackling voice. Again, there came only laughter.

And then suddenly a face had appeared above his. Green skin, red, glowing eyes and flea-white hair. But the face was young. “Gnihihi, this is about to get very funny. Oh, the Secret Society of Super Villains will pay me richly… gnihihi”, the figure muttered, flicking against Bruce’s new mask. “What are you going to do with me, you runt? If you don’t untie me right now, the justice system will be your smallest problem!”, Bruce started to shout, but then all of a sudden, a sharp, burning pain shot through his body. Even after years of training and enduring pain, he had never felt anything like it.

“Stop it now, what are you doing?!”, shouted Bruce, but was interrupted by his sounds of pain. He groaned as the burning spread through his back. “I need a henchman. And I want to take out the ‘Hero’ of Gotham. And what for… I stole the substance from my cousin after he almost died from the stuff?”, the figure said, now standing in front of a large lever. “Goodbye, Batman, this will be a win-win situation for both of us”, he said and flipped the lever.

Indescribable was the feeling that now spread through his body. Fire shot through his veins and it felt as if his vessels were all rupturing at once. Batman’s body began to twitch as his stature began to change.

His veins, already very visible on his muscular body, took on a dark purple colour and pressed against his sweaty skin. Batman groaned and grunted. And then the heat shot through his muscles and they began to grow. His arms swelled and he could feel it, the power. His chest widened as a little fat settled over his lean muscles. His nipples rubbed against the rough material of the shirt he was dressed in. And by the Batmobile, it felt great! Batman grunted, already unable to see past his chest.

What had once been a well-toned belly, bloated as fat settled over the twitching and growing muscle packs. A hard gut pressed against the studded belt. And suddenly Batman felt very good. This feeling was good. He tensed his arms. Let his chest dance and a moan escaped his masked mouth. “Feels very good”, he said in an even deeper voice than before.

With a crack, his spine lengthened, grew longer, as did his legs, which increased in mass and finally filled the black trousers perfectly. Suddenly a word appeared in his head: stronger. He had to get stronger, bigger. More and more. His feet, which were put into far too big boots, tingled and bit by bit his toes pushed further forward, becoming thicker and plumper.

In the twinkling of an eye, he felt something in his trousers that almost made his mind melt instantly. A loud groan escaped his massive chest as the dark colouring of his vessels reached his crotch. With all his might, blood rushed into his cock, pressing it against his now tight trousers. He gasped as his cock crawled down his trouser leg. Being sandwiched between his muscular, thick thighs and his skin-tight, rough trousers. “Fuck… this is awesome”, Batman moaned. His cock was getting thicker. After all, it was a muscle, he thought to himself, breathing heavily under his mask. The burning sensation he had felt until now suddenly felt different. Intoxicating. Invigorating. He… he needed this! He wanted it! He wanted… MORE!

“MORE!”, he roared in ecstasy, and with a cackling laugh, the other man pushed down another lever. And Batman could feel his muscles growing even bigger. And then, someone was stroking and squeezing his double-stuffed trouser leg. He couldn’t see anything clearly through his mask, which was fogged up due to his heavy hot breathing. But it felt far too good. A low rumble escaped his throat and he felt himself getting closer and closer. And as he was taken by the immense pleasure he was experiencing at the moment, something in his mind was changing. He was becoming more and more dazed. He felt something rising in his mind. Something brutal. Something … stronger!

With a crunch, his face changed. The fine, handsome features deformed, became more rugged. A little bloated. Scars appeared. Of course, he had scars, in prison that’s how you show your struggle to survive, Bruce thought. Bruce. That was not his name. B was right. Bar… Bam… Ban… Bane. That was him. BANE!

He groaned as his purple pulsing penis was suddenly in the air, but very quickly something tight and warm closed around it. It moved up and down. Bane moaned deeply and moved his body into that tight thing. With difficulty, he saw the other man inserting Bane’s penis into his hole. Bane sped up. The other man was crying out of pleasure. Bane slowed down. His balls churned. More seed was produced due to his muscle enhancement and they swelled to the size of lemons, slapping against the wimpy ass of that guy.

A pressure built up in his cock and balls. And with one last mighty grunt, he shot his load into the other man. Into… his… boss. Into his boss, who couldn’t resist him. Bane normally thought that was fucking disgusting. But his boss supplied him with his muscle growth drugs. And he could release pressure much easier this way. It was not like he cared for his boss’s needs in that area. He just wanted to be big and fuck.

Finally, everything that made the man formerly known as Batman recognizable was washed away by the substance that now flowed through his veins and filled his brain with the hunger to grow bigger. His head ached all at once. He closed his eyes and then Bane opened his eyes. And they glowed a dark red. Like all the blood he shed. He was Bane. Forever.

Hey tf-people! I’m offically back and currently working on the requested stories. This first one is for @begon1​. I’m really sorry yo had to wait so long…

Tbh I’m not a expert on Batman, so this was a little difficult for me. I stil hope you like it this way!  If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories - just drop me a message or a question! Have fun and stay safe!

[becomemusclecharacter]

Creation of Friendship

Frederick jumped over the loose plate in the floor that – although he hadn’t been in this building for over ten years – was still in the floor of the Entrance Halle. At least he did not slip on it like his best friend at college did. Michael almost broke his ankle that time. But now he here since about three months after his doctoral studies because he gained a lectureship at his old college. He had his first classes in the morning and was about to enjoy his free period with a talk with one of his colleagues at their shared office.

„Well, well, well, if that’s not the glorious Frederick Chapman – finally back to kiss the professor’s asses forever?“ Frederick heard a voice saying next to him that made him jump. By instinct he went into defence mode – he was quite keen in taekwondo after all,  but he stopped in motion as he saw who had spoken to him. Maximo Butler, Frederick’s former dorm mate whom he never liked and who bullied him with his two dim-witted jock-friends. He stood next to him in a little niche by the stairs and condescendingly looked at him. Of course, they had a serious talk at the graduation celebration after Maximo’s friends didn’t make it. Both of them, Frederick and Maximo, agreed on a neutral approach with each other.

“You know that’s not how I got my grades, Butler. And what you’re doing here? No one’s escorting you today? Oh, sorry, my mistake – your friends are way too busy lifting metal balls with their empty heads, I guess? It’s sad, this college might need some strong men to keep in shape”, Frederick said coldly and saw how Butler’s face hardened. Both of Maximo’s friends were barely able to do anything besides training in the gym. And as they approached Frederick to help them and threatened him to beat the hell of him, he immediately went to their common professor and they both got expelled. It was their fault. Not his.

“Shut up, Chapman”, Butler hissed and his pale face reddened with rage. Butler lifted his fist and pointed it at Frederick, but he only shrugged and wanted to continue his way. However, Butler took a leap forward and now stood right before Frederick. “Maximo, what ar-”, Frederick began and stopped as he smelled something odd, coming right from beneath his nose. He looked down and saw a small cloth. He knew that smell, from chemistry class, it was… “Surprise, Chapman. Sleep tight, sucker!”, Butler whispered and the smell of chloroform became stronger as he placed the cloth over Frederick’s nose. His vision faded and everything went black as he collapsed of the stairs.

Slowly Frederick opened his eyes and looked around. The room was dark except for a few torches on the black walls and had no windows. And he himself laid on some sort of desk. He tried to move but he was bound hand to foot. He felt sick. The side-effects of chloroform were even worse than he thought. Just barely he looked down his body.

„Good morning, cheater Chapman, awake again? “, Frederick heard Maximo Butler’s voice right behind him in the darkness. He leaned over Frederick’s head and grinned at him like in the past, right before he threw Frederick’s notebooks into the full sink. Frederick hated this expression. “Butler, unleash me immediately or you’ll be in prison faster than you can say it  with no teeth”, Frederick screamed at his former fellow student, but Butler grinned from ear to ear and patted Frederick’s head. “Oh, I will once I’m done with you.”

For a moment panic flared up in Frederick’s mind, but soon he was back in his angry mode. “That’s quite nice from you after I persuaded the professors that you didn’t want to kill me in contrast to your friends”, Frederick said through his gritted teeth and gave Butler his most evil look.

Butler’s smile was about to disappear. But instead of losing his idiotic grin he fished something out of his pocket. Something Frederick was not able to see because he was goddamn bound to the desk and was not able to move! “It’s your fault that all my friends are gone, Chapman”, Butler hissed and leaned on the desk next to Frederick. Frederick again tried to free himself – he wanted to smash Chapman’s face ten times for fooling around with him. Normally he wouldn’t want to do something like this. But it was useless. He would only hurt himself.

„And this vial will ensure that I’ll have friends again “, Butler said and lifted it so Frederick was able to see it. “You probably won’t understand this after you gained not a single grade with your own mind. But I’ll say it very slowly. Just for you. You know the newest research results on scientific body modifications? This prototype is able to change a person completely. Within this vial”, Butler made a break and agitated the vial with the green liquid, “there are both parts of Aidan Quinn and Toby Mackenzie. Back then you decided to fool around with me, but now… you have no choice. You’ll replace the friends I lost because of you!”

With these words Butler uncorked the vial and rammed it into Frederick’s out of horror gaping mouth. Frederick was so staggered by this action that he was not able to hold the liquid in his mouth. It tasted awful, like his brother’s trainers smelled after wearing them all day. Frederick gagged and the liquid made its way down his throat.

“YUCK! MAXIMO BUTLER, you idiot, I swear you’ll be sorry for th-chrchr”, Frederick screamed and spitted a few drops of the liquid after coughing and regaining his breath. But then Maximo took out another vial and poured its contents into Frederick’s mouth too. “Maximo!”, Frederick said, his voice was bubbling and he gagged again. Maximo took out another vial. And another. And another. And another. Soon Frederick’s stomach was filled to the brim with the green liquid. Frederick felt even more sick than before and could only lay there groaning. His face was covered with the liquid because of his coughs, mixed with his saliva. „Urgh…But…ler“, Frederick groaned in discomfort. „Enjoy it, Chapman. Or should I say ‚MacQuinn‘?“, Butler said evilly and stepped back from the desk.

Frederick’s body began to shake. The chains that bound him to the desk were loudly rattling. Frederick groaned and turned his head in from one side to the other. Then his body started to swell. His thin chest doubled in size and grew broad due to Aidan’s and Toby’s combined size. His breaths became deeper as his lungs expanded inside his chest. The swelling mass of his chest pressed against his skin-tight school uniform that quickly gave way and exposed his skin. Frederick looked at his still rising chest in fear. He was no longer able to see his feet! He grunted as his muscles swelled like someone inflated them with air. Meaty pecs rose of his gigantic chest. “O God”, Frederick grunted as the changes spread over his body. His neck thickened and his Adam’s apple grew more visible. Frederick’s voice deepened and changed. It sounded more like a mixture of Aidan and Toby. Only deeper. And way dumber. “WhOa!”, Frederick grunted again. His stomach first swelled with muscle but was then coated by a layer of fat. That was Aidan’s part of the mixture, for sure.

The changes stopped for a moment. For a second, Frederick thought the potion was malfunctioning, but the pain continued to spread through his body. His shoulders widened with every breath he took, layer and layer of muscle pushed against his skin. With a ripping sound his collar and sleeves gave way to the growing mass. The small muscles Frederick had earned due to his taekwondo lessons exploded and became as thick as his own head. Surprisingly the chains were able to hold his thickening and growing wrists, Frederick thought. The once thin and smooth hands changed into something different. Thick, meaty fingers replaced his own and his palms calloused. In shock he closed his new hands a few times and opened them again as he was no longer able to see them behind his muscles. Frederick remembered Toby’s rough hands as he collared him a few years ago.

Frederick’s legs started trembling as his muscle fibres ripped and healed again, causing his legs to swell with pure muscle. His legs pushed themselves apart as they were no longer able to have some space between them. Frederick’s trousers were teared to ribbons that barely covered his tree trunks of legs. His feet cracked and his soles widened and lengthened, until they burst free of his way to small dress shoes.

“Butler, I hate you”, Frederick grunted right before something moved in his underwear. His butt tensed and lifted his body a few inches into air. “Goood… that feels goooooooood”, Frederick moaned as his cock began to throb inside his pants. He felt it moving and twisting, growing thicker with girth. His balls dropped down as his underwear ripped apart and now laid on his muscular thighs.

Suddenly he felt something on his cock. “This is right… embrace it! Feel it!”, he heard Butler’s voice as the blonde man stroked Frederick’s new fat cock. Frederick moaned and panted. Oh yes, he loved this feeling. But wasn’t there something wrong, he asked himself? But at the same time Butler’s other hand massaged his balls. “Uuuuuurgh”, Frederick moaned again as he felt his face changing. His vision blurred as his head became rounder. His chin was broader now and as stubble pressed trough his skin it changed into a light brown colour. The hair on this head lightened and was pulled back into his skull. His brown eyes lost the spark of intelligence as they changed to a blue-greyish colour.

Frederick could no longer resist Butler jacking off his cock. He moaned again and then something inside his head changed. Everything that made Frederick’s character recognisable flowed down his blood stream and filled his balls with seed. His mind became foggy. He was no longer smart. He was dumb. He was MacQuinn. He was Butler’s friend. His protector. Bit by bit his new identity took over. Dumb but a proud jock. Lifting heavy weights all day. Fucking around. And he moaned a last time before he came. Cum spluttered over his body and it sank into his skin. He chuckled dumbly as he smelled his own body odour.  The chains loosened and MacQuinn sat up and groped his thick pecs and belly. His eyes wandered over to Maximo. He smiled and MacQuinn just asked himself why he was doing this. But thinking made his head ache. He chuckled again and flexed his arms as clothes reappeared on his body. Yeah, he loved how the showed his massive muscles.

[becomemusclecharacter]

[becomemusclecharacter]

Hey! I was wondering if you could help me. My college dorm roomate is a awkward nerdy guy and I was wondering if you could turn him into a hot jock or buff exchange student that can use me as his slut.

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There’s nothing more disappointing than showing up to your first day of college, only to discover the roommate your were assigned is nothing more than a boring, unremarkable, and socially inept dweeb. It’s harsh, but think about it; this is the man you’re going to be spending most of your time with over the next two semesters. Shouldn’t he be the kind of person you can at least talk to?

Which is why the first change in going to make is his background. “Kyle” is no longer a gangly 18 year old from a non descript San Diego suburb. Instead, “Xavier” is a 23 year old transfer student from Montreal. Instead of standing awkwardly in the corner at parties, Xavier loves to talk. About his life growing up in Quebec, about skiing in the alps. He can’t help but be the most interesting guy in the room, and slowly but surely, you’ll forget that he was ever described using words like “awkward” and “nerdy.”

Next, I’m going to change his accent. A sexy, French Canadian inflection, perhaps drop his voice an octave or two. He’s still not much to look at (yet), but just listening to him talk on the phone with his girlfriend late at night is enough to get your imagination going.

Oh, did I say girlfriend? I meant boyfriend. Yeah, Xavier’s gay. When he’s not talking about the epic trips his family takes during the summer, he’s bragging about the epic sex that he and his boyfriend have. It’s infuriating for you to have such an incredible guy sleeping in the same room with you every night, but in a different bed. So close, and yet so far. By now, your casual attraction is turning into a full on crush.

It’s not going to get easier. Next, I’m going to beef him up. Really beef him up. I’m taking 60 pounds of pure, hard muscle. No one is going to notice, of course; this is how Xavier has always been, the big beefy hunk from up north. But you won’t be able to help yourself from noticing the little changes, the way his biceps seem a little bit thicker every passing moment. In a matter of days, his one pack will become a four pack, and then a six pack, and before you know it, Xavier is sporting the body of a fucking model, walking around the dorm room in nothing but his briefs.

And just when it seems he couldn’t get any hotter, I’ll make my biggest change, literally. Xavier’s dick will grow so huge, it’ll be the first thing people notice on him. If your eyes aren’t gazing at his dreamy face, they’re staring at his comically large bulge. Most people will only be able to imagine what he’s packing down there, but being his roommate, you’ll be very familiar with his cock. At this point, he’s not even bothering with briefs. Xavier likes to walk around in his birthday suit, and you’ll have to work to hide your raging erection every time he walks into the room.

Familiar, but not familiar enough. It’s becoming unbearable. You’ve resorted to fantasizing about him at night, snagging musky jockstraps from his laundry and inhaling deep as you imagine him walking over to your bed, flipping you around, and mounting you like a prized stallion.

Then one day, it will happen. You’ll be coming back early from class—much earlier than you normally do, and you’ll open the door to your dorm and freeze. There on the bed, Xavier, his hand gliding over his dick, his eyes fixed on his phone, zoned out.

He doesn’t see you. You dive into the closet, watching silently as he beats his meat, eyes closed and moans snaking out of his lips. His aroma fills the room like water, seeping into every crevasse and filling it with musky warmth.

Before you know it, your dick is out, your own hand rubbing the length of the shaft, brining you straight to the brink of an orgasm. This is what you’ve fantasized about for so long, the dream you kept telling yourself would never come true.    

He’s so close. You can tell by the way his mouth opens, the way his body tenses, muscles contacting in preparation to release his load. He grunts, bucks his hips, and spurts out a thick splash of white jizz all over his six pack.

You can’t help it. It’s too much. You cum, everywhere, a soft moan escaping your lips. You cup your hand over your mouth and stuff your dick back into your pants, but the damage has already been done. Xavier cocks his head, climbs up off of the bed, and walks over to the closet.

Maybe, you think, maybe if I’m quiet enough. Maybe I can come up wit a solid excuse. Maybe he won’t even care. Maybe…

But it’s too late for “maybe’s.” Because the door to the closet is open, and he’s standing above you, dick wagging like the tail of a dog.

“What are you doing?” He says. Your throat freezes up. So many things you want to say, with no courage to say them. It’s at that moment that you will realize, this isn’t just a normal crush: you’ve fallen head over heels for your sexy, foreign dormmate.

But I didn’t just give you a hot dormmate. That’s not what you asked for. So instead of ratting you out, instead of screaming or cowering in embarrassment, Xavier’s look of surprise turns into a smile.

“You like what you see?” He says, pointing to his leaking dick. You can only nod. In a flurry of motion, you find yourself in the air and hurtling towards the bed. Your body lands on the mattress with a thud, and immediately your clothes are coming off. Xavier paws at your shorts, your shirt, your boxers. Cool air grazes your skin, closely followed by the wet warmth of his lips. He’s kissing you all over, fingering your virgin ass and stroking his cock.

“Fuck me,” you whisper instinctively. This isn’t what you fantasized about; it’s much, much better.

He laughs, gripping your ass and spitting on his dick. No amount of fingers could prepaid you for the sheer size of his meat. It presses against the walls of your sphincter and forces a cry of pleasure out of your lungs.

He’s merciless as he goes to town on your ass. You’re like a squeaky toy in the jaws of a Rottweiler. Sex with Xavier is wild, passionate. Hot. And it’s only just getting started. He might have just cum, but as you’re about to discover, Xavier can go for hours, in many, many different positions. He’s going to use your hole until it’s raw as fresh meat, until his seed is leaking out of your ass and down the inside of your thighs.

You better get used to it. Now that Xavier knows he’s got a thirsty college boy living in the same dorm room, he’s going to take as much advantage of you as he possibly can.

Talk about an ideal living situation…

[becomemusclecharacter]

‘Aren’t personal trainers supposed to be buff?’ Joe thought as he followed behind Richey, ‘Or at least work out a little?’ He wondered as he looked over at the short, skinny blond guy leading him through the gym.

“So we’ll start with some basic stuff just to get an idea where you’re at.” Richey’s high voice caused Joe to wince, “But before we start, I like to know what motivates my What really drives you.” Richey turned and stared deeply into Joe’s eyes.

“Well uh...” Joe averted his gaze slightly, taken aback by the intensity of the stare, “I want to get in better shape.” He chuckled a bit, “I just graduated college and was on the swim team, but two years of working and drinking kinda caught up to me. It’s tough man, ya know?” He adjusted his loose shirt a bit, which hid the slight pudge that covered his abs, “I’ve tried to get back into it but I don’t know...”

Richey nodded, “I definitely don’t think you’re in bad shape.” He winked and Joe couldn’t help but smirk. Was he really getting hit on by his personal trainer? Ashley would get a good laugh at that, “But I can respect that. So you lost your drive. Gave into some unhealthy habits.” Richey clapped his hands together, “Well you came to the right place! I know how to help all my clients reach their goals through both body and mind!” Richey led Joe into a different part of the gym, a private room with a cabinet, free weights, a bench press, and a squat rack.

“From what I’ve heard, if there’s anyone who could its you.” Joe replied, taking in his surroundings, “I’ve heard great things from all the reviews.” Richey smirked as he walked to the cabinet and began to rustle through the contents. Joe raised an eyebrow, “So uh, what’re you looking for?”

“Ah there it is!” Richey said with a grin, turning to face Joe, holding a few candles, “I know this is unorthodox, but I believe creating a peaceful environment while working out is key.” Richey said, placing candles around the workout room and lighting them, “Go on, let’s start with a basic bench press.”

Joe nodded and scrunched his nose at the smell of the candles. He could smell a hint of pine, tobacco, and leather. And it smelled pretty good.

‘Unorthodox, but okay.’ Joe thought, as he sat at the bench and got ready to start his set.

Richey stood above to spot, “Okay now you know the drill, just up and down. We’ll start with a light weight, okay?” Joe nodded and started just as Richey instructed. Up and down. Barely difficult, “You’re doing so well.” Richey cooed, “Remember, deep breaths.” Joe continued, taking in deep breaths, the smell from the candles entering his nostrils, “Wow look at those. What nice pecs you have.” Richey said, grinning down at Joe.

“Uh thanks man?” Joe replied, finishing his set and sitting up, “Appreciate the comment, but just want you to know, I’m not gay.”

Richey chuckled, “Of course, of course!” He held up his hands defensively, “Sorry, I can’t help but admire my work.” Joe raised an eyebrow but before he could say anything, Richey cut him off, “Okay I think we’ve done enough with the bench. Let’s focus on your biceps.”

Joe nodded. It felt odd to move so quickly to the next exercise but his chest felt sore. He chuckled- he must’ve really been out of shape. As he walked over and grabbed some dumbbells for curls, he noticed Richey lighting a few more candles. Again, the smell of pine, leather, and cigar smoke intensified in the room.

“Just some basic curls and transition to shoulder press.” Richey instructed. Joe did just that, curling the dumbbells with ease, a grin forming on his face.

‘Fuck this feels really good.’ He thought, observing himself in the gym mirror, ‘Huh I thought I shaved today.’ Joe could see some stubble across his face. But before he could think more of it, Richey walked over and gave his biceps a squeeze.

“Very good, drop the weights. I think you’ve done enough for now.”

“Hey man, don’t touch...” But Joe stopped before he could finish. As he looked at Richey, his wide blue eyes, tan skin, and cropped blond hair, he felt an odd infatuation for the cute man, “Uh never mind dude.” His voice sounded a little hoarse and he cleared his throat, “Hey its getting a bit hot in here, mind if I lose the shirt?”

Richey smiled, “Oh please do.”

Joe smirked and pulled off his shirt, revealing a pair of nicely sculpted pecs and bulging arms and shoulders. He looked over at himself in the mirror, catching a glimpse of his improved physique.

“Wait...” Joe said aloud, trying to process his bulging muscles, “That’s not...”

“Let’s get you doing some crunches.” Richey interrupted, “I’ll support your feet, okay?”

Joe was about to interject, but he caught another whiff of the candles and simply nodded. He got to the ground, placing his arms behind his head and began his set of crunches. And with each crunch, the slight pudge that covered his abs seemed to reduce until a perfect set of abdominals graced his features.

“I’m very impressed.” Richey commented, “When I saw your application I was a little worried about you.”

“Yeah? Why’s tHAt?” Joe’s voice cracked as he did another crunch.

“Well men of your age tend to have less exercise capacity.”

Joe chuckled, “I’m only 45.” His eyes widened... why’d he say that? He was 24! He cleared his throat, “I’m 45.” His voice sounded deeper, more gruff.

“Oh exactly. But I think the extra years add maturity. Less excuses, more personal discipline.” Richey replied, “You know how to make a routine and actually follow through.”

And as Joe came up from another crunch, Richey leaned forward and gave the man a kiss on the lips. Joe’s eyes widened and he quickly stood up, glaring at Richey. He wanted to chastise him, to scold him. But the kiss felt kind of nice. And the way the young personal trainer looked... with those blue eyes and fat ass. Joe didn’t know what to say, so he quickly darted toward the bathroom, mumbling that he needed some water. Richey smirked and watched as Joe’s blond locks fell from his head and hair sprouted from his face and chest. He was turning out nicely, but Richey wasn’t done. He grabbed a candle and approached the bathroom.  

When Joe finally got to the bathroom, he ran to the mirror with wide eyes. Staring back at him was an older man- buff as hell but certainly not him. His hands quickly darted to feel his new body, silently confirming it was indeed very real. And when he heard the door shut open and close behind him, he jumped.

“Oh daddy, don’t worry.” Richey cooed, placing the candle down and removing his shirt. Joe watched as the slender twink sauntered up to him. Richey smirked and placed a hand on Joe’s hairy pec, causing the older man to shudder, “You’re soooo perfect.”

“No... this isn’t right.” Joe whispered, feeling blood rush to his cock, “Get away from me.” The smell of the candle made his head spin.

“It’s okay now daddy.” Richey moaned, rubbing his hand across Joe’s pec and abs, and then down his pants, “Mind and body. That’s my mantra.”

Joe moaned as Richey grabbed his fat cock and began to pump it, slowly increasing the speed. Before he could finish though, Joe suddenly pushed Richey against the wall, breathing heavily and looking down at the smaller man. For a brief second, nothing was said before Joe crushed his lips against Richey’s, the two passionately making out. As they made out, Richey removed Joe’s pants and slowly knelt to the ground. He smirked up at Joe before wrapping his lips around the older man’s cock.

“Fuck!” Joe moaned as Richey continued. He couldn’t believe how good this felt. He’d never had a better blowjob. Not even from his... girlfriend? Joe’s head started to hurt as his prior memories came rushing forward, trying to encourage him to resist. To push Richey off of him and escape. But before he could gather the energy to do so, he felt Richey begin to suck more vigorously. And before he could stop it, he came. And with it, Joe felt his desire for his former life fade away until it disappeared. All he wanted now was to be here, with Richey.

“How’re you feeling daddy?” Richey asked, wiping his mouth, “You happy with the results?”

Joe looked over in the mirror, flexing his biceps, “You bet your ass, boy.” He replied, turning back to Richey, “So when’s our next session?”

[becomemusclecharacter]

A New Daddy

Aaron sighed as he kicked another rock down the walking path. He found himself here a lot nowadays. It offered him some much needed peace and a place to think about his life. In reality, Aaron was overjoyed. His wife was due any day and he’d be a father soon. But Aaron was anxious. His dad was not much of a father and left the family when he was young. And because of that, the soon to be father was worried... what if he was a bad father? What if he messed up something? He never had a real role model. With another sigh, he sat down on the edge of a small pond and started skipping stones. As he looked out over the lake, he didn’t register the strange glow coming from the stone in his hand.

“I just wish I’ll be a good dad.” He whispered as he tossed the stone.

He watched as the stone hopped across the pond and with each hop glowing slightly brighter. He was fixated on the strange glow- it was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. But his amazement quickly subsided as he felt a cool breeze pass over his bare skin. Wait... bare skin!? Aaron jumped up and looked down at his naked form. He quickly covered his junk and looked around in terror. Where’d his clothes go? What if someone saw him? Wait... since when did his chest hair look like that? Aaron watched as the light dusting of chest hairs that adorned his toned chest started to darken. And as they darkened, more started to sprout across his pale skin. He raised his hand to his chest, confirming that these new growths were real, but quickly yelped in surprise when he noticed the same wiry dark hairs sprouting across his arms.  

“I need to get help.” He whispered, turning his attention away from the thick pelt that was growing over him, “Where’s my phone? Fuck did that disappear to? I’ll just need to ask someone... anyone...”

Aaron took a step forward to start his search and cried out in pain as his foot touched the ground. It felt like all the muscles in his body were contracting. He watched through teary eyes as his calves and thighs exploded with muscle- thickening and becoming large like tree trunks. He winced as he raised his arms and watched as his previously thin and toned musculature started to thicken. His forearms were first, followed by his biceps and triceps, which were becoming padded with thick layers of muscle and fat. While incredibly painful, he was amazed. What guy doesn’t dream of having muscles like this? But this wasn’t natural and he couldn’t do anything as his body continued to transform against his will. Aaron watched as his flat, but now hairy abdomen, pushed out with layers of fat. He’d never be called “beanpole” again, he realized. But just as his stomach was blossoming into a firm muscle gut, his hairy chest was following closely. He packed on layers of muscle and fat to his previously toned chest. All the while, a pleasure was building from nipples, which were becoming larger and perkier. Aaron let out a silent cry as a cold sweat washed over him and his muscles relaxed.

“I... need... help...” He breathed out, flipping over and forcing himself up.

He stood unsteadily on his thickened legs. He was certainly taller than before. And as he tried to reorient himself, he became unbalanced and fell to his knees. He met his reflection in the still pond water. It was still him. His light dirty blond hair, kind eyes, and youthful face. But... but he couldn’t help but noticed that his stubble looked slightly darker. And before he could do anything, he watched with dread as his facial hair became darker and started to form into a manly beard. He couldn’t turn away as he watched his dirty blond hair fall from the top of his head, until he was completely bald. And then a new feeling washed over him as his skin became tougher and weathered as his body aged rapidly.

“No... fuck no.” He whispered as he turned away from his new reflection, “This... how did this?” He winced at how gruff and deep his new voice was. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. He felt tears in his eyes as he looked down as his hairier, older, and thicker form.

And suddenly the world spun around him- shifting and changing rapidly. The now older man felt his head spin as the world around him changed. He was no longer in a park, but instead what looked like a home workout room. Weights and equipment scattered all around him. And as the world stopped spinning, he attempted to regain his footing, but fell with a loud bang.

“Fuck!” He shouted, his deeper voice again causing him to wince. He quickly looked around, but everything seemed to be tinted darker, “Sunglasses?” He whispered as he caught sight of himself in the gym’s mirror, “What am I wearing?” It looked like some type of leather harness wrapped around his chest, causing his muscular pecs to be more pronounced, “At least I’m not naked anymore.” He mused, looking down at the white jockstrap that covered his dick, “Where the fuck am I? I need to find Amy and get help...”

“Daddy?” Aaron froze when he heard the high-pitched, feminine, yet decidedly male voice. He turned and locked eyes with the man, “Oh my god, daddy are you okay?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the younger man ran towards him, wearing nothing more than a light-blue jockstrap. Each step causing the platinum blond man’s ass to bounce. Aaron was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on the guy’s massive bubble butt. How perky and jiggly it was. How much he wanted to squeeze it. Wait? Squeeze it?

“I don’t need you.” Aaron spat, picking himself up, “Get away from me!” Wait... why was his cock growing? He wasn’t into men? Or their sexy asses. Sexy? Aaron gripped his head, “Wait... no... stop...”

“But daddy, I just want to help you.” The twink bit his lower lip and walked up to Aaron, “And you’ve been working so hard.” He traced his hands along Aaron’s hairy muscular torso, “Please daddy, just a taste.” He moaned as his hand slipped under Aaron’s jockstrap.

Aaron’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. He was going to be a father... but wasn’t he already a daddy? A daddy? A damn good daddy, right? But didn’t he like women? Wasn’t he married? Why would he be married? Since when was he ever with a woman? Since when did he ever want to be with a woman?

“Please daddy.” The twink moaned as he pulled down the jockstrap, freeing Aaron’s cock. And he didn’t protest.

As the twink wrapped his mouth around the older man’s cock, Aaron’s mind spun even faster. It felt so good, so much better than any time with a woman. And as he looked down at slut on his knees, his ass jiggling with each thrust of Aaron’s monster cock, a new feeling washed over him.

“Deeper, boy.” Aaron commanded, gripping the back of the twink’s head and forcing his cock deeper, “Show daddy how much you want it.”

The twink obliged and Aaron threw his head back in pleasure. His spinning thoughts were settling down. His new identity taking hold. He was a dom daddy. A good daddy for his little slut. Nothing before this mattered- nothing ever mattered, just this. Even his old self was becoming content, quieting down and falling into a state of blissful pleasure. After all, he just wanted to be a good daddy? Wish granted, right?

“God damn, boy!” Aaron shouted as he came, sending torrents of cum down his slut’s throat. He sat down on the workout bench, while his slut breathed heavily.

“Oh daddy, thank you.” The twink moaned, “You’re the best daddy ever.”

Aaron smirked, “Damn right, boy.” He smirked at himself in the mirror. Fuck he looked good. A true man. His attention turned back to his slut, “Now boy, are you ready for round two?”

[becomemusclecharacter]

You came home and your boyfriend is 5 times bigger…leave me a message below telling me what you would do to him and/or what you want he will do to you....

[becomemusclecharacter]

Daddy Issues

My boyfriend and I had been together for years and we have always been really open with each other, and I knew that there were some things on his mind that we bothering him. One was that people always seemed to think we were brothers, and the other was that he was looking to be more sexually adventure, but I am strictly monogamous and didn’t want anyone else fucking my boyfriend - that ass is all mine. One day he came home with a device and said it would solve all our problems and meant we could explore sexually, but remain loyal to each other, a Chronivac or something. Through the device, we could swap traits and properties or something. All so he began…

He took a lot of my height, muscle, tan, dick size and about 10 years of age, all my body hair and everything I had worked on for years, he just absorbed them to become this older jock type guy. He looked super pleased with himself.

“What the hell did you do?? I look like some teenie twink and you are like way older. You’re the one with the daddy issues, not me. I am sorry, but you’re totally not my type like that anymore. I am the top in our relationship so don’t be getting any ideas…”

“Awww babe, don’t worry, I am not quite finished yet” He replied, his voice still the same, which was weird to hear coming from that body. 

“Let me make you happy. Just a few mental adjustments too.”

And with that, he set about fixing us into our new roles. He took away my years of studying for my degree, my salary and my career, combining it with his to make him super successful, while I had to return to college. He regressed me down younger and took my maturity, adding it to his. He took my dominance and replaced it with his submissiveness. 

“And last thing” He said, with a noticeable confidence and ego “I think you’re the one with the daddy issues…”

Within a blink, I look at my boyfriend with totally new eyes. He was so good to me, looking after me, buying me cute things to wear and letting me suck his big cock. I lusted over him so badly and wanted to make him happy. I think I love my boyfriend more than ever, and he is more than happy to show off his body for me that I am not even mad anyone. 

“So you like the changes, boy?” He asks.

“Yes I think I do!” I reply with a bashful smile.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

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