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bluefox58 · 7 days

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Would you say this belly is growing😏🐷

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bluefox58 · 12 days

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Flex!

‘For fuck’s sake bro, will you stop making me do that!’ groaned Brent as he froze in place and struck an impressive double biceps pose midway through getting out of the car.

‘But you do it so well bro!’ I teased as he relaxed the pose and slammed the car door irritably behind him.

‘Dude, I love this bod and the new threads, even the tatts but why do I keep saying 'bro’ and 'dude’ all the time, I sound like a total douche.’

'Because it goes with your new image and anyway, we don’t want everyone thinking you’re some chess club dweeb do we?’

'But I am in the chess club dude!’ Brent snapped, grimacing slightly as he added yet another involuntary 'dude’ at the end of the sentence.

Brent certainly didn’t look like he was in the chess club but that wasn’t thanks to hours pumping iron in the gym, it was all down to the pendant. It was a strange object which I’d seen glinting in a gutter on the sidewalk the previous day. As soon as I touched it, I felt a shiver run down my spine and a faint voice like a whisper at the edge of my consciousness. It was hard to describe, almost as if the pendant was feeding information directly into my brain. A moment later the feeling had passed but it left me realising that I now knew everything there was to know about the pendant including who its previous owners had been and even more amazingly, what wishes it had granted for them.

The big catch was that I couldn’t use the pendant to change myself so instead, I’d been using on my best friend Brent to fulfil his desire to be less nerdy and mine to have a hot jock for a boyfriend. Naturally I hadn’t told him about the boyfriend part but with the pendant, I didn’t need to worry about a little detail like that.

'Ok, well I think talking like a jock’ll make you fit in but I suppose we can make a few tweaks if it’s bugging you. How about we make you forget you ever spoke any other way?’

'What the fuck dude?’ Brent said, a look of confusion on his face. 'Did you just change something else?’

“No, of course not’ I replied innocently. 'But I guess if you’re finding your new look doesn’t work at chess club, we’ll need to replace chess with something more appropriate. I think wrestling would be perfect don’t you?’

'Wrestling?’ Brent exclaimed, his eyes widening in horror.

'Why not? You look like a wrestler, so why not be one? You’re always saying how they get the hottest girls and now you get to be one, besides, your body’s going to need plenty of exercise to stay looking like that!’

'Okay bro, I guess that’s be pretty cool.’ he agreed uncertainly.

Of course it wasn’t like he really had a say in what was happening. I was having far too much fun to stop and, to be honest, by this point I was totally turned on by the whole power trip.

I concentrated for a moment and didn’t have to wait long for confirmation the changes had taken effect.

'Woah dude! What the fuck have you done?’ Brent exploded a second later. 'I can’t remember anything about chess!’

'Of course not.’ I replied calmly. 'How many wrestlers do you know who play chess?’

'But can’t I do both?’ He said plaintively.

'Don’t stress about it, chess club clashes with wrestling practice and anyway you’re one of the most talented wrestlers in the state now!’

Brad thought for a moment, his face falling slack with surprise as a kaleidoscope of new memories surfaced in his mind.

'Fuck, that’s intense!’ He said finally. 'Dude, its like I’ve been wrestling my whole life. Shit, I can even remember competing.’

'Of course you can. In this reality you have competed and you’ve been wrestling since you were eleven.’

The look on Brent’s face had changed slightly and just as I’d hoped, the chess club nerd was evaporating and a confident jock was establishing himself a personality in his place.

'How do you feel now?’ I asked.

'Pretty awesome actually brah! I felt totally weirded out about the whole frat bro thing before but I dunno, it feels kinda right now.’

'That’s great, Brent. Looks like we’re nearly done then.’

'Dude, I think that’s enough changes. I’m a smoking hot jock now just like I wanted. And anyway, you promised you’d let me have a go with the pendant when we were done fixing me up’.

'Oh yeah, about that…’ I said, slowly. It definitely wasn’t part of my plan to let Brent have the pendant, not yet anyway. That could wait until later after I’d completely finished working on him. Maybe.

'I’ve changed my mind I’m afraid.’ I continued, casually fingering the reddish crystal hanging from my neck.

Brent looked pissed. 'No way bruh, you promised’ he said reaching out suddenly but ineffectually towards me presumably to seize the pendant.

'Flex!’ I interrupted sharply, just in time, causing Brent to stop dead in his tracks and begin striking a series of perfectly executed upper body poses, smiling inanely and eyeing up his impressive guns every time they came into view.

'Sorry Brent’ I said, noting the slightly panicked look in his eyes 'but, there’s going to be a change of plan. I concentrated on the pendant for a moment and was gratified to see Brent relax an impressive side triceps pose and stare blankly at me for a second, a confused frown on his handsome face.

'Dude, what just happened?’ Brent said shaking his head as if to clear it. 'I feel weird.’

I smiled at him pleased to see that any awareness of his recent transformation had been removed, leaving my perfect wrestling jock buddy almost complete.

'Did you have your post-workout protein?’ I asked with a smirk. 'You know you always forget unless someone reminds you?’

'Shit bro, you’re right’ he said with relief. 'I must’ve left my protein in my room’.

Brent grabbed his new gym bag from the car and as we headed up, I made a final small tweak and was rewarded by him slipping his hand onto my ass and squeezing hard.

Ten minutes later, I congratulated myself on a well executed plan as Brent, clad in one of his sweaty, used wrestling singlets took the full length of my cock in his mouth and worked my pole like a professional hustler.

The adorable look of devotion in his eyes was intoxicating and I knew I’d never tire of seeing those firm muscles rippling under his tanned, inked skin as he adjusted his position between my thighs.

As he expertly finished me off, swallowing every drop of my cum, I was pleasurably contemplating the awesome enhancements that I would have my obedient new lover make to me with the pendant when I noticed with alarm that it must have slipped off because Brent was now turning it over curiously in his hands and looking at me with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

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bluefox58 · 21 days

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I’m really bad at going through all the vids I take, but didn’t wanna keep y’all waiting

This is from hunger, my belly will make this sound if I get super hungry

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bluefox58 · 21 days

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bluefox58 · 21 days

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I should never stop growing 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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bluefox58 · 21 days

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what am I doing to myself 🥵🥵🥵

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bluefox58 · 22 days

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Jon Venus Bulking Up

Love this ex jock and how round his gut complements his muscles!

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bluefox58 · 23 days

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Ex Jock Admiring his “Gains” at the Gym

Doesn’t even notice his softening abs ;)

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bluefox58 · 23 days

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I ate like so many blueberries for breakfast, and I just can't stop thinking about stuffing my face with blueberries and swelling up ~

Each one bursting in my mouth with sweet, tangy juice, staining my lips and my tongue blue. I'm so caught up in my own greediness that I don't even notice that I'm starting to bloat~ Every little burst of flavor gushing down my throat and slowly filling me up with every bite~

I would only notice something strange is happening when my jeans got too tight, my waistband cutting into my swelling gut and interrupting my feeding haze. I'd look down and see my poor, bloated body fighting desperately against my clothes and losing. Fabric stretching and tearing, seams screaming for release, and my button holding on for dear life.

I would stare in horror, my average build slowly giving way to a plump, corpulent figure, but I wouldn't stop eating. They're just too delicious! And what would my blueberries have to do with my skin slowly turning blue, spreading past my stained fingers and up my arms? Surely just a few more wouldn't hurt?

My button would snap off and finally give up as my enormous belly, now completely blue, takes up as much space as it wants. My shirt rockets up with the sudden release of pressure, revealing just how massive I'm getting. Even turning into a fat, blue blob in front of my own eyes, I still can't help myself! I stuff another handful of berries into my greedy mouth, my cheeks starting to fatten up as well. Surely just a few more?

My shirt is incredibly tight now, my arms thickening and expanding, filling up my sleeves to bursting. My ass swells and grows, tearing the seams along my hips. I reach down a blue, fat hand to my belly. My fingers are swelling up too, each one little blue sausages that press into my supple gut. I grab it and jiggle it. A wave of ecstasy washes over me as the juice inside of me sloshes and gurgles. My sensitive skin blooms with pleasure as the bubbles and fluid press against my insides. It feels like the first drop of a rollercoaster, but so much better. Just a few more berries.

I eat and eat and eat, telling myself just a few more, then I'll stop. Just a few more, then I'll figure out what's going on. Just a few more, then I can make whatever is happening stop. Just a few more, just a few more... Until I can't. I'm so fat, bloated beyond recognition, that I can't reach my berries. My arms are fat cones, unable to bend more than a few degrees as they are sucked into what used to be my torso. My clothes are long gone, replaced with tatters at my swollen feet, not quite lifted off the ground yet. Blue tears well up in my eyes as I try and try to wiggle my fat, swollen fingers far enough to reach just one more sweet, delectable berry, but I know that even if I do reach it, I won't be able to put it in my mouth. My arms won't bend, my lips are to fat and swollen, my cheeks too puffed up to chew~

Completely helpless.

Immobilized by my own greediness.

Maybe someone will come along to feed me the rest~

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bluefox58 · 23 days

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Less than a year between pics ? What was your first motivation to become bulkier ?

P.S: Great body you have. Thinking of playing offensive line in a year or two !!

I come from an extremely athletic family, so naturally I played a lot of sports growing up. Soccer, wrestling, baseball, track, and cross country were my main sports. Throughout high school I ran at least 5 miles a day, ate super healthy, and went to the gym a bunch. I was 125lbs and around 7% body fat.

I kept up with running, eating healthy, and going to the gym first semester of college. Then in February of freshman year, I decided that I couldn’t resist my urges to gain, so I told myself I’d gain 20lbs just to see what it felt like… I’d be able to lose the 20lbs pretty easily afterwards. I was still going to the gym pretty regularly though, but increased my calorie intake. The beginning gains were pretty slow, but I gained to around 160lbs by the summer

Now 8 months later, I’ve completely quit the gym or doing any sort of physical exercise and am pigging out almost every day. I’ve gained more than 20lbs since the end of September and am 65lbs heavier than when I started. My BMI is officially obese and my body fat is over 30%, but I’m still feeling way too skinny. The urge to transform myself into a morbidly obese unrecognizable ex jock college boy is stronger than ever. Can’t wait to see how much bigger you guys make me!