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buffstories · 11 months ago

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Embarrassed?

Tom sat there staring down at his phone, typing like his life depended on it.

"if this is true I will literally trade anything to get bigger, you can make me a dumb jock, make my dick small, Ill even take being a walking joke, you can take anything you like so long as I can get huge!"

He had stumbled upon a site called "give'n'take" which was claiming that it would allow him to trade something he currently has for something he wanted. He had seen claims from guys claiming to of turned into their dream self over night by giving up something that they never really liked about themselves anyway.

But it was Hard for Tom to pick something he wanted to give up, he had almost won the genetic lottery in his eyes. A fat nine inches down stairs, 6.5ft tall, a good amount of body hair, not enough to be annoying but enough to drive guys wild. Everything had made him a walking stud that oozed confidence with every step. All but one thing that is. Tom had loved bodybuilding ever since he could remember, he loved the look of huge guys and he loved the idea of being one, but on his 23rd birthday he looked in the mirror and saw after years of work he looked nothing like a bodybuilder. sure he had some size but there was no real mass. He just looked like a guy who played sport on the weekend. He wanted to be so much bigger. He got hard imagining himself being the guy who had to turn sideways to get through a door or who rocked up to a house party in gym shorts and an XXL stringer tank top that clung to him like it was about to snap. Unfortunately his height was against him, his long muscle fibers took ages to develop and when they did it was so evenly spread out it didn't look like he had done anything at all.

He'd do anything to be bigger, he'd be happy with anything taken away so long as he was huge. So he left the choice up to the people behind the screen.

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The next morning Tom woke up and instantly felt strange, he felt off balance some how like his body had gone up 30 pounds over night and when he got up and looked in the mirror he realised...it had.

"HOLY SHIT" Tom yelled out into his empty apartment.

His body had beefed up and become more defined without any more work. He couldn't worship himself for long though as he instantly began investigating to see what had been taken, but it didn't appear like anything was missing at all.

He was still packing, he hadn't shrunk in fact he might of even gained an inch or two and he didn't have any issues remembering anything from his engineering degree or any day to day stuff. The thought crossed his mind that maybe they had forgotten to take something, or maybe because he wanted to be big so badly they cut him a break.

Tom's worries melted away as he smiled and flexed his newly enhanced biceps.

"mmm, not as huge as I was hoping for but I'll keep working on it"

Tom picked up his gym bag and decided to head out to see what his new size could do, and to stick to the habit, he didn't want all this new size to make him forget to work out and end up losing it all in a few months.

Tom arrived at the gym and changed into his workout gear but he looked and felt different was he...bigger? nah, he thought to himself, its just him getting used to being this big although as he stared at his new size in his reflection a new thought entered his mind.

"Maybe this tank top is too tight...I probably shouldn't be such a show off and buy some looser clothes to cover up"

He shook his head and decided to think about it when he got home, right now he just wanted to see how strong he had gotten.

As Tom worked out something weird was happening, he knew how to exhaust his muscle, he new how to overload the weight and really make it feel like work but as he added weight with each set it felt just as easy as the last.

He'd occasionally see his reflection in the mirror wall and he looked like he was getting even bigger, and his tank top felt even tighter than before. Surely it was just the pump he thought to himself as he continued to lift and push his body.

He sat down at the cable row and put the pin almost at the bottom of all the plates, surely this would be a struggle for him. Tom leant back and pulled when suddenly.

Cutcshhhhhhh!

the sound of ripping fabric rung out in his ear as he felt the shoulder strap snap and felt the fabric split across his back.

"aw shit" Tom said as he stood up and took of his shirt.

Immediately he saw his reflection in the mirror, he looked huge. His muscles bulging he couldn't help but pull his gym shorts up and flex, this is what he wanted to be an absolute tank...

but, everyone probably thought he was a dickhead flexing outside of the changing room, he thought to himself. He started to wonder if he was that guy now, the guy who'd workout shirtless and annoy everyone in the gym.

He noticed a few dudes looking at him like they were waiting to get on the machine. His face turned a slight pink on his cheeks and he was flushed with embarrassment.

"oh s-sorry" Tom stuttered as he quickly tried to move out the way

Originally he thought he'd just move on to the next exercise but he realised he was shirtless and bolted for the changing room. Once inside he gazed at his reflection again.

"maybe...I shoulda asked to be just a little smaller, fuck now I gotta walk outta here shirtless"

Tom couldn't get a grip and didn't no what had come over him. He had never felt a shred of embarrassment in his life but now he was worried what people would think about him being shirtless in the gym.

The changing room was empty and Tom took the time for a few more poses before he was gonna make a run for the exit. He flexed his arms as hard as he could and felt the blood rushing into the muscle, but it was strange, the muscle wasn't just pumped up, it was like it was still pumping up. He tilted his head and watch in the mirror, slowly but surely his shoulders and arms were expanding, his chest was filling with mass and size. He saw his already huge legs slowly expanding out into colossal pillars as they stretched his shorts. He could hear the fabric starting to strain and quickly bend down to get his gym bag.

The moment he leant over he heard the changing room echo with a large tearing sound as he felt the tightness relieve across his ass. Tom's face turned bright red as he quickly reaches around to make sure it was just the shorts he had split and not his underwear.

He let out a sigh of relief as he felt his underwear was still in tact, he stood up and took a step hearing has his massive thighs tore and split his shorts with just one step. He was almost at the door when he saw his hulking figure in the mirror.

He stood frozen admiring his huge body, he flexed his entire body at once loving how huge he had become, he noticed his underwear was straining and the fabric was starting to become see through and then he remembered....he had to walk through the gym like this to get out....

A wave of embarrassment washed over him, everyone was gonna be staring at him

Tom quickly grabbed his bag and made a break for it through the busy gym. He had hoped to run but his body was so big that was almost an impossible task, so jogging was next but even just a slight jog left him out of breath and gasping for air. By the time he reached the door he had multiple people staring at him confused as he was huffing and puffing like he had just run a marathon.

He swung open the door to the gym and bumped between two guys that were on their way in. Tom tried to apologise but the only noises that came out were him gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. He flashed a quick apology wave as he climbed into his car which was luckily parked right in front of the entrance.

Tom looked down trying to slow his breathing and catch his breath when he noticed his huge hard on. His dick was like steel, the thought of everyone staring at him....judging him....

Tom started his car trying to ignore it but he heard the two guys he had just bumped into talking, muffled by his window.

"bro did you see that guy, there is just a thing as too big"

Hearing those worse Tom felt a swirl of shame and embarrassment swell in his stomach and work its way to his pelvis as he started taking deep and slow breaths.

"I know right dude, and the way he was so out of breath just walking through the gym, and working out in his underwear? what a loser"

the two men walking into the gym laughing as the door shut behind them

The words echoed in Tom's ears, he couldn't help it, he gripped his steering wheel so tight he thought he was going to break it, he bit his lip and closed his eyes as his dick began to twitch and erupt. Tom let out a pathetic moan as he looked down to see not just his underwear soaked but his car seat and thighs caked in cum.

Tom looked into his rear view mirror, his head, traps and shoulders completely blocking the view, his face was flush as he felt more embarrassed than ever before in his life, He started his car and quickly reversed out.

"god...I'm such..."

His dick instantly got hard again.

"fuck, I'm so big....I'm...too big"

Tom started panting as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I'm a fucking big, freakish, loserrrr--eerruuuuughh!!"

Tom couldn't help unload himself into his underwear and over his car seat thinking about how pathetic he was...

Well...he did say he was happy for them to take anything, His confidence seemed like a fair price.

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buffstories · 11 months ago

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Want it bro

You sure you want it? There’s no going back once you do.

Um… ye-yeah…

Hmm really? That doesn’t sound convincing. I mean you’re kind hearted, smart, and considerate. A little shy and innocent but overall a nice guy. You really want to throw that away?

I… well… I uh…

Come on you can admit it. You want more huh? Deep down you’ve always wanted it. You like the idea of being cocky and hot. Don’t be shy. Is that what you want?

…I do.

Ok, well that’s better. You really want it? You want the muscle, the attitude, the confidence?

Mmm… yeah… yeah I do

You want that deeper voice? The thick body? The cocky stare? How’s that sound?

Ugh fuuuuck that sounds good

You want to flex right now right? Flex and grow? Be a bro?

Ughhh yeah… flex… muscle… mmm bro… grow…

Yeah you want it. Look at me like you want it. Get dumb. Get big. Leave that pathetic loser behind. Cause tell me, tell me what ya wanna be.

Mmm a douchebag bro… a hot cocky alpha… big cock… thick pecs… massive bis… mmmm fuck I want it. Huhu fuuuck yeah, Im growing bro. Check this out. This bod. This muscle. Huhuhu. Fucking sweet. Bigger. Dumber. Hunger huhuhu. I want it bro.

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buffstories · 1 year ago

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JOCK ZOMBIES

Cory had gone over the plan in his head. He was going to book it down the hall, get his bag from his locker, find an open exit and get the hell out of dodge. It was a lot easier said than done, some sort of weird virus had taken his school by storm. Given that the virus was only affecting men and he goes to an all boys school, it took only a day for the entire school to be fully infected.

The outbreak started when he was in Pre-Calc. He was sitting in the front of the class when he heard a kid in the back shout “GET OFF OF ME!” When he turned around he saw Levi, the most stereotypical jock, grabbing one of their classmates and then he watched as within a matter of seconds the classmate turned into a big, muscular meathead, just like Levi. The weird thing was that as the kid grew he let out a loud echoing fart that was almost cartoonish as it was a bright green hue.

Cory couldn’t help but watch as the two students grabbed more and more students slowly turning most of the room into Hulk-like teens each letting out their own ripe torrent of gas as they grew. He ran out of the class and as he looked back into the classroom saw his teacher get grabbed and saw him turn too. Running down the hall with only a few others who escaped the class, Cory watched as a door right next to him flew open. It knocked down one of the students he was with, and before anyone could react this absurdly big man came out and grabbed the student who was knocked to the floor. Flailing to escape the kid screamed “HELP ME PLEASE ANY-“ but was cut off as suddenly “FRAAAAP” a foul green cloud was expelled from his butt cheeks and the space around him filled with the fart funk. He had to watch as the newly transformed Jock was released and let out a loud “HUHUHUH” before lunging at another boy.

Running further down the hall and into a classroom that looked empty, Cory bursted in and was met with the lingering smell of stale farts, he quickly ran to hide behind a desk. Glancing up at the whiteboard he saw that he was in Mr.Jack’s room. Cory loved Mr.Jack and also knew that his best friend Mikey has his class right now. Although there was no one in the room, Cory whispered loudly enough to be heard “Mikeyyyy, are you in hereeee?”. No response, so he whispered it again. He heard rustling from the other side of the room and saw as a cabinet opened and miraculously Mikey emerged. Filled with relief that he wasn’t alone and that his best friend was uninfected, Cory ran to Mikey but Mikey stayed put and put his finger to his mouth. Confused, Cory slowed down and noticed Mikey pointing to the room’s closet. Cory asked Mikey “What is going on dude?” and Mikey didn’t respond, electing just to put his finger back up to his mouth. Mikey gestured to the room’s door, trying to give the hint that they needed to leave but Cory said “Mikey! Dude! We can’t go out there, it’s crazy outside!” Alerted by the noise Cory made, the closet began to make noise, and then something on the other side began to bang on it. Unfortunately for the two boys the door didn’t hold for very long and when the door quickly came down out strode a buff but not huge young guy, he looked no older than 19 but he had a striking resemblance to Mr.Jack. What was even stranger was that he was wearing one of Mr.Jack’s ties around his neck.

He looked at the boys and dumbly chuckled as he suddenly rushed at them and they were forced to dance around classroom desks and chairs in an effort to avoid him. Running for the door the two boys made it out barely as Jack barreled through the desks not paying them any mind. Slamming the door behind them they took down the hall again looking for a safe haven.

Making down the hall and into a utility closet the two boys caught their breath as they leaned on the cluttered shelves. The boys told each other what had happened to them and that is when Cory learned that Mr.Jack was giving a test and was walking through the aisles when Miles, one of the school’s wrestlers, grabbed Mr.Jack and wouldn’t let go. Mr.Jack tried to escape and was calling for help just like the kid in the hall when suddenly he let out an absolutely putrid fart, worse than Mikey had ever smelled, and fell silent. It only took a little bit of time until Mr.Jack turned into what the two boys saw in the classroom. Mikey went on to say that the boys sitting near Mr.Jack and Miles began coughing until they let out their own less putrid farts and transformed too. Mikey ended up hiding in a large cabinet while the rest of the class was chased out of the class by the newly minted jocks. He had eventually slipped out of the cabinet and ended up trapping Mr.Jack in the closet, and for whatever reason he was incapable of opening up the door, Mikey hadn’t locked it since he didn’t have the key and he had nothing to block the door. From comparing each other's stories the two of you deduced that inhaling Jock Gas will transform you into a jock yourself and that once transformed the person has all intelligence zapped from their brain, essentially turning them into a Jock Zombie.

The two of you then proceeded to start coming up with a plan on how to escape. They needed to get to their lockers to retrieve their things, mainly they needed their car keys which were stored away in their backpacks kept in their lockers. They also need to find a viable exit given that Jock Zombies were roaming the campus everywhere. Mikey’s locker was on the opposite side of the school, and Cory’s locker was on the second floor and the boys found themselves on the first. As they were getting ready to open the door to go get their bags, that’s when it happened. Mikey’s stomach growled and clutched his stomach, feeling something bad was happening Cory, filled with worry, asked “Mikey…? What's wrong bud?”, “I…I don’t know…My stomach…it feels…BRAAAAAP” Mikey fell silent. He was turning before Cory’s very eyes, his best friend was turning into a jock. The boys didn’t realize it but all the time Mikey spent hiding away in the fart-filled classroom was enough to infect him, it just took time to transform him into a jock. Quickly rushing out of the utility closet before he could smell Mikey’s rancid Jock Gas, all Cory could do was watch as his best friend was turned into a big, gassy idiot. Cory watched through the tiny window the door had. He watched as Mikey grew beefier and beefier as the window slowly got clouded up by the green hue of the Jock Gas.

Cory was devastated by the loss of his friend, Mikey was so kind and smart and it was all stripped away because he breathed in a stupid fart. Cory couldn’t believe that any of this was happening but he still knew that he had to go on and escape. He began to cautiously make his way to the stairs, he passed by a couple of jocks but they seemed occupied, already trying to get to other nerds to turn them into Jock Zombies. Cory carefully made his way up the stairs and was able to get to his locker, which luckily was only a little ways down the hall from the staircase. He put in the combination and slowly opened up his locker and reached inside. grabbing his backpack, he quickly pulled it out but in doing so he dragged his water bottle out, and it fell to the floor. Letting out a deafening ringing sound, the metal water bottle noisily clanged to the floor. Cory knew that he was gonna have to run and hide before any dim-witted Jocks converged on his locker. He made his way back down the stairs and sighed a sigh of relief as the Jocks down on the first floor were still preoccupied with catching the students they were already focused on. As he began looking for an exit he could see that the main doors were wide open and there was no one around to stop him. But it was just his luck that one of his classmates from your Pre-Calc class tried to B-line it for those open doors. He had a Jock on his tail and it looked like the lanky student was gonna make it out when suddenly another jock wandered into the hallway as the student was looking behind him at how close the Jock tailing him was. The student ran right into the wandering Jock and fell flat on his back. Catching up as soon as he fell, the Jock chasing him squatted over the students face and Cory watched as a green fart cloud was forced right onto the students face. He couldn't bear to watch another innocent kid turn into a farting buffoon but as he looked away Cory knew that that exit was no longer a safe escape. Not since three Jocks are around it.

After scouting out a couple more exits, Cory finally found one that seemed like an easy escape. As he crouched his way towards it he heard a pair of footsteps behind him. He wanted to run away and get to the door but before he could even try he looked behind him. He was met with a fat, smelly Jock butt, the Jock had pulled his pants down enough to expose his bare ass. Cory was quickly dealt a face full of a hot, steamy, rank fart, contaminated with the virus turning all his peers into stinky Jocks. Falling to the ground, Cory began coughing and he realized who the Jock who just infected him was, it was Mikey.

Feeling like a failure, he couldn’t save Mikey and he couldn’t even save himself, Cory began to feel the effects of the noxious fumes take over his mind and body. He tried to apologize to Mikey for failing them both but all that got out was “Mikey…Im so…sor-PFFFBBBTTTT” He was done for, the fart he just released from his rapidly expanding ass was not only filled with his natural boy stink but it was also Cory releasing all of his intelligence, his insecurities, his memories, his fears, etc. Cory was no longer Cory. Cory was now a Jock Zombie, his only thoughts were about making more Jock Zombies and hanging out with his bros. Cory’s transformation quickly concluded as his body doubled in muscle mass and his body was transformed into a fart producing machine. He let out a moronic chuckle and started hunting for a nother person to Zombify.

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buffstories · 1 year ago

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The Fog

Felix knew he shouldn’t go outside, it wasn’t safe. All the news stations in the area were constantly broadcasting that a fog has swept into the valley and since it appeared four days ago people have been going missing. The rumor is that there are monsters in the fog, people can hear groans and grunts out in the fog but anyone who has gone to explore where they are coming from has been consumed by the fog and hasn’t come back out. The weirdest thing of all is that the fog is green, its a light green color that has a lingering stench which has been slowly filling the house Felix is holding up in. Felix was with his girlfriend at her place when the fog came through, he was going to just head home after it cleared but it has been days and it hasn’t let up. At one point Felix was just going to walk home, given that he lived only a twenty minute walk from her place, but when he opened the door the fog started to rush in and fill the foyer with a rancid smell. Quickly closing the door he moved away from the stench, but that was two days ago and he needs to go take care of his cat, his roomate normally does when he isn’t home but with people going missing he can't be sure that anyone is there to watch Mittens. His girlfriend pleaded with him not to go out but Felix gathered all his stuff anyways. To make her feel better, and truthfully to make him feel a bit better, he went and found a face mask in her bathroom. Now ready to go he headed over to his place promising to return, he would come back with some food and water, and Mittens, if all goes off without a hitch.

During the walk which felt like it took forever, as he wandered through the thick green fog that limited his vision to just a foot or two in front of him, Felix could constantly hear the groaning and grunts that the news stations mentioned. They were accompanied with sounds of metal clanging and what sounded like deep, dull laughter. Luckily the entire journey was uninterrupted, Felix made it to his apartment in perfect condition. Coming up to the lobby of the building Felix could see that the glass doors were smashed and the fog filled the common area. Worrying for his furry friend he hurried over the shattered glass on the floor and through the lobby to the stairwell, not wanting to take a chance with the elevator. Walking through the lobby he heard it again, a low, guttural groan that sounded closer than all the others he heard on the way over. Looking around fearfully, he saw a huge monstrous sized man stretched out on the floor stirring in his sleep. Hastening his step Felix made it to the stairwell and rushed up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Coming upon his fourth floor apartment he was struck with a sense on confusion as he went to unlock the door to find it was left a little ajar. Quietly going inside, he sees the kitchen is much messier than normal, there are clothes all over the floor, and half the shoes on the shoe rack are at least a size 13. Searching around for his cat and trying to make as little noise as possible he comes up to his roommate's closed door, about to open it without thinking he looks down quickly and sees wisps of the smoke coming out of the room. Not wanting to reenter the fog, Fleix leaves the door closed and heads to the bathroom to continue the search. As he searches high and low in the bathroom, unbeknownst to him, the roommate’s door opens and Felix’s roommate comes out to find the source of the noise that is disturbing his nap. “What are you doing in my apartment pipsqueak?” Felix hears from behind him, “Andy! Thank god you're here! I can't find Mittens anywhere!” Felix says, turning around as he mentions Mittens. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Felix blurts out having turned around and been met with a huge hunk who is big enough to look like he could have eaten his roommate and smells like he just farted his roommate back out…

“Broooooooo” Andy groans “Who are you? This isn’t your place mannnnn. And why are you looking for Mittens? Mittens is my boyfriend's cat.”, “This IS my place and you don’t live here! I think you are in the wrong place!” Felix says scared to death of the huge stranger just a few feet away. “Huhuhuh you sound just like my roommate bro, you kinda look like him too, just…ya know he is more like me” Andy tells him, completely ignoring what he just said. “Eh whatever” Andy shrugs, “I think it’s time for you to go” Andy starts moving forward and reaches out to Felix. Felix tries to duck from the outstretched hand but his lithe movement doesn’t best the giant’s brute force, grabbing Felix by the shoulder Andy pulls Felix away and out of the bathroom and starts towards the door. Being pulled closer to the hunk Felix catches more than just a whiff of his funk. Between gags Felix pleads “PLEASE! PLEASE! NO THIS IS MY APARTMENT I NEED TO FIND MY CAT!” feeling pity on the weakling he is holding Andy bestows mercy upon Felix. “Uhhh okay sure you can look for your dumb cat but I'm gonna just stay here and watch.” Andy says audibly annoyed. Without saying a word he began looking around again for Mittens hoping he can find her before this reeking giant behind him loses his patience. After about ten minutes of looking, the entire time he can hear the hunk constantly fiddling around, making sounds of annoyance, and chuckling every time he belches out a blast of bad breath. Felix finally ends up in his roommate's bedroom, being the last place to look.

As Felix searches around in the blinding fog he finds the source of it, Andy left his window open and the fog has just been filling the room for days now. Mittens probably got out through the window. He starts to worry he wont find his cat. Felix hears the hunk clear his throat and say to himself “I'm bored, I want my boyfriend.” Felix feels his large sweaty hand grab the nape of his neck once more and before Felix can say a word he lifts Felix up and rips the mask off of him. “NO I NEED THA-“ Buh-UUUuuuuurpppp

The hunk belches right into Felix’s open mouth. Being completely caught off guard by this show of masculine power, he gasps in suddenly filling his lungs with the dense, stinking fog and the giants horrid breath. Immediately having a violent coughing fit from the unnatural scent that has just penetrated into his body, the giant drops the scrawny bro to the floor. Felix can't help but inhale more fog as he tries to stop the coughing, as the fog fills more of his lungs it slowly also begins to fill the rest of his body. It fills his feet enlarging them so that they’re able to hold up a mass of muscle like the one who has just subjected him to this torture, his legs grow massive and muscley as his ass begins to inflate along side his legs. Felix’s hole begins to loosen up and his cheeks grow in respectable, hairless, beach balls that lightly clap behind him with every step. In the front a transformation was also occurring, changing Felix’s long. cut skinny-boy-dick into a shorter but chubbier uncut, cheesy, schlong. Felix’s tummy changes just a little, turning from a tough four pack into a soft tummy perfect for filling up from behind or resting your head on after a sensual “exercise” session. Felix tried to grab his stomach as it changed, as if that would stop the transformation. As Felix clutched his stomach his chest began to inflate into soft pecs more akin to pillows than true pectorals. And his arms followed suit, expanding into fatty tissue more than muscled mounds, soft and pliable muscles that are still capable of lifting up boulders. Felix felt a wild itching sensation in both of his armpits at the same time, as he moved one of his small hands to hopefully cease the itching he was met with a forest of hair invading his once always shaven pits. Shocked by this he ripped his hand away for just a second. Immediately his hands, much like his feet enlarged, his fingers fattened up and expanded and his palms became hugely swollen compared to his previously dainty hands. Felix felt his coughing die down and thinking he would finally be able to catch his breath was again caught off guard by another coughing attack. All while this is happening, standing above the himbofying Felix is the hunk that started the transformation, watching silently and groping his own cheesy, unwashed dick. Felix in the grasps of his second coughing fit heard his nose crack and felt it shift into a new form, changing from a longer nose with a more rounded end into a shorter, flatter nose, perfect for sticking it into an unwashed armpit or smelly crotch. He felt his eyes become slimmer and his eyebrows grow more hair than ever, and he felt as his mouth transformed into a perfect set of teeth holding back a large thick tongue perfectly for cleaning the funk off of someone’s feet. Keeping the newly minted tongue and teeth hidden was a pair of lips inflating into the best dick sucking lips ever. Felix could feel his sharp, cut jaw expand into a squarer and softer jawline that melted into his ever growing neck that needed to match the intake his plump lips would now be inviting. The last change was his hair as it turned from cute light brown curls into a mop of dark brown hair that crowned Felix’s perfect himbo body.

Felix, unable to escape the coughing fit, felt a throbbing in his head as he continued to writhe around on the floor of the fog-filled bedroom. His giant hands moved to grasp his big manly head. The fog had finally begun melting away his brain. Seeing this happen the hunk hovering above him got between Felix’s thunder thighs and unbuttoned Felix’s khakis, suctioning his mouth onto Felix's unwashed himbo dick, the giant began to suck which alleviated Felix’s throbbing headache. For a second the thought came across Felix’s mind that this stranger shouldn’t be sucking him off like this, but just as quickly as the thought came to him, he felt it sucked down and out of his brain. He felt this happening for all the thoughts he kept having about what was happening to him, but all of them kept disappearing until Felix simply stopped thinking and let blissful stupidity take over his mind. Soon the stupidity began to encroach onto pre-existing knowledge, Felix’s knowledge of advanced mathematical formulas got sucked into his sack and replaced with knowledge of how to douche and knowledge of physics melted down into cum and instead was replaced with knowledge of how to move his ass and hips to make his bros cum quicker. Soon not a single intelligent thought would be left behind, all replaced with dumb, gay thoughts making Felix the perfect fucktoy. The last thought Felix would have was “Why do I know so much gay stuffffff…Does my girlfriend like this?” Before he could even comprehend an answer his memories would start to dissolve into his sticky white seed. His years spent taking advanced courses in school turned into every summer being spent in summer school, him taking his girlfriend’s virginity became his ass being filled for the first time by his boyfriend Andy, and the years spent training to try and be a D1 Soccer player turned into wrestling other sweaty guys for hours every day. Soon just like his thoughts and knowledge every memory would be lost to the sticky sea in his balls. As the pressure in his brain built to its peak Felix felt his hips begin to buck into his boyfriend’s mouth, soon all that was Felix before he was himbofied was churning in his balls and then shot into the smelly hunk sucking on his dick, his once bright brown eyes fading like his brain into a dim, dull brown. With that the dazed himbo lays on the floor catching his breath. Getting up first Andy reches down and grabs Felix’s hand lifting him up, and in one swift motion lifts Felix’s arm into the air revealing his armpit. Leaning in for a sniff Andy forces his nose right into the forest of dark hair. Only catching a whiff of cheap AXE body spray, Andy pushes his boyfriend back onto his ass and pulls his own sweatpants down revealing his ass. “Wha-?” PFFFFBBBBTTTTT Felix starts to say as he is met with a direct hit to the face with a potent stream of gas. Becoming super dazed Felix barely knows what just happened as he is hit with another, this time wetter blast BWOMPPFFFFF. Having his hair pushed back Felix feels the stench cover his entire body, assisted by the fog and ass blast Felix finishes the last part of his himbofication. Felix’s large feet are incapable of wafting off any scent other than the buttery funk that has corrupted all of his shoes and the scent of the apartment. The gas going into Felix’s body through his mouth and nose reaches Felix’s gut giving it the ability to release butt blasts and malodorous burps. His armpits fill in with the purest himbo-stink, which quite literally contributes to the fog's green hue and absolutely rotten scent.

“Heh-Heh! Babe your butt stinks something awfullll” Felix dully says. Pulling up Felix once more Andy smells Felix’s armpit and grimaces and then dim-witted laughter burst out “Huhuhuhuhuh! You smell worse than my farts on a good day right now babe!” Andy kisses Felix and lets out a little burp into his mouth as he does so. “Huhuh. We really should help spread the fog to some un-himbofied weaklings around town.” Andy whispered to Felix. Thinking hard for a second, it slowly comes to Felix, the address he just came from is floating around in his brain, “Huhuh, just follow me babe, I know a place” Felix says to Andy. They both leave the bedroom and go grab their shoes on the shoe rack, now all the shoes are a comically large size and all reek of movie theater butter and a teenager boy’s feet that haven’t been washed in months. Slipping on the shoes without socks to maximize their stink Felix leads the way out of the apartment.

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buffstories · 1 year ago

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I watched from the kitchen door, with a wide grin on my face, as my previously combative, nerdy Stepson watched his laptop, eyes glazed, for the umpteenth time these last 6 months. Nobody would ever remember tiny, snarky little Theodore. They’d only ever see Theo, this bulky, sweaty brute, lifting and fucking his way through college, just like any red-blooded young man should. And it was all thanks to my buddy Sarge’s “attitude adjusting” self help videos, he custom designs for a slew of shady clientele after he retired. Mostly foreign governments, some loony cults here and there. But for me, he’d done a personal favor. I filled out a details chart, every last trait, from his voice to his hair, posture, everything. I thought about everything he’d said about “those sweating, grunting behemoths” that all got into school with free-ride scholarships for athletics. Theo was going to helplessly, desperately, insatiably grow, eating and grunting his way to 215, the weight I’d maintained all through college. He’d also dress, walk, and talk like the testosterone (and a slew of supplements Sarge gave me with the videos) filled cocky young male you see frequenting college courtyards, throwing footballs between bros and chasing pretty sorority girls like lovesick puppies. Their dumb, dopey demeanor would seen pour from Theo’s mouth, his shoulders back, pecs out casually. He’d grope and adjust himself, sitting down with his legs wide no matter where he is. His diet would change, adding raw calories and protein, chuckling dumbly with the other gym rats as he gulps down creatine powder, dry, and chugs a shake to wash it down. The supplements Sarge gave me to add to his meals, ensured he’d bulk up fast, and solid. As long as I fed him enough, which I was warned would triple our groceries, at least, He’d gain the weight, and the thickness I was looking for, while his body would be thrust through a second puberty, allowing for the subliminals to work on other, aspects, of his masculinity. Let’s just say, we all know what they say about dudes with big feet. And his will be a hefty size 14. Too bad for his mother, our house is also going to reek like a Varsity locker room, because those feet, and the rest of him, will be all raw male, all the time. Pumped and ready, brimming with energy, like a Golden Retriever, if it were a 6’2” behemoth. The toughest bit was straightening him out. Giving him that good old fashioned, hot-blooded straight male instinct, making him drool over the coeds and cheerleaders, chasing girls like every young man should. The videos worked their magic well, the supplements setting his balls ablaze, churning out testosterone to fuel his primal need for aggression, for hard work, and effort, and sweat and sex. He fought it until his best friend Jenna, without realizing what her playful teasing was doing to him, had been on the couch with him, and had leaned over, and nibbled his ear one night while watching a movie. He'd lost his gold star that night. Quickly, and with all the confusion and passion that comes with young love and first times. Jenna had been stunned when he’d practically pounced on her, and from there, hours passed, and they wore themselves out right there on the couch. The next morning, he was mortified, but he couldn’t help but kiss her when she woke and complimented him on his… performance. It's been 6 months, and you’d never know he wasn’t always a muscled up, sweaty, straight boy, chasing girls at school, slacking off in class, and riding his new Lacrosse Scholarship that Sarge so nicely arranged when Theo got big and dumb enough to join the team. It seems Sarge knows quite a few coaches, Alumni, and Board members with a good bot of influence. It also seemed the school’s Jock population was skyrocketing, coincidentally at the same time as Sarge added a pool, an extension, and a garage full of classic cars to his house…

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Brett closed his eyes, enjoying how big his chest now felt with every inhale, how tight his stomach was with each flex, and how hard his cock was just remembering what happened and how hot and surreal it was.

Earlier that day (when he was like 20lbs lighter) Nick, one of the hottest douchebags at the gym he went to, cornered him in the locker room. Brett was usually so careful to ignore and avoid the meathead- sure he was hot but all the flexing in the mirror, dumb bro talk, and selfies- that was not his type. It was impossible to resist eying him though as he peeled off his tank top after a workout and that’s when Nick caught him staring.

“Like what you see dude?” Nick smirked. Brett tried to play dumb “Huh? I uh no, sorry. Just spaced out and need to get to the shower….” But Brett had swaggered up in front of him in all his gym pumped glory. “It’s ok to stare dude. I like it” and it certainly seemed like he did- the outline of his bulge was obvious. “Can you do me a favor bro…?” The stench of his sweat was thick up this close and Brett was embarrassed how hard it was making him. “Can I like…” he was standing really close now “Suck you off?”

Brett couldn’t help but let out a quick shocked laugh.

“I’m serious dude. You’re a smart guy. I can tell. Like I can learn from you. And you. I see you sneaking glances at the gym” he slowly flexing his bicep “I know you like what you see. Even though you’re just at the treadmills all the time. I’m sure you want some muscle too” Nick was standing just a few inches away, his heavy dark eyes looking dumb and desperate as they looked down at the small bulge in Brett’s towel. “I can tell someone wants some attention…”

Brett could almost feel the heat coming off him. “Well um…” Brett’s eyes darted around the locker room- empty. How was this real? His gym crush was right in front of him, massive tent in his shorts asking to suck him off? Before he could even pull together an answer though Brett was getting on his knees.

“Is it cool dude? I just want a taste. I swear you’ll like it too. Yeah?”

Brett just stood there, barely understanding what Brett meant, his small dick rock hard under the towel, he slowly nodded.

“Fuck yeah bro. Get ready to experience a little bro life” and just like that he unwrapped Brett’s towel and wrapped his lips around his dick. It was a bit of shock to suddenly have this jocks mouth on him, but Nick knew what he was doing. Brett leaned back up against the lockers, letting out a soft moan. Fuck Nick was good. The pleasure was intense and slowly something else was building- an amazing heat spreading across his body. “Oh fuck…” Brett whispered, his eyes rolling back, he had to reposition his legs wider, his whole body, arms, chest, shoulders feeling heavy and on fire.

Nick paused, looking up from the floor, “Mmm you’re getting a good cock bro” and he licked it up from the shaft to the tip before hungrily sliding his mouth back around the shaft. Brett barely registered what Nick said, eyes still closed and mind lost in pleasure. If he had opened his eyes the he would have seen what he meant but he just moaned- deeper this time- and began to eagerly thrust. “Fuck yeah” he grunted, his voice guttural and deep. He’d never felt this way before. So good. Hungry. Blank. Hot. He could feel each muscle group tense and flex with power. Fuck he was close.

He slid one hand behind Nicks head to push him in and out. His hand palmed him so easily and finally looking down he opened his eyes. There was Nick’s dirty blonde head going to town on him, only this wasn’t the cock he started with, this wasn’t his body. It was all a little bigger. Thicker. It was all. Hot.

And just like that he came. Torrents of cum Nick hungrily swallowed down all while Brett grunted and thrusted, watching his new layers of muscle flex and swell.

Finally Nick wiped off his lips and lumbered off the floor. “Fuck dude, you taste good bro. Knew you were smart. Mmm and looking good!”

Brett just stood there exhausted and stunned. His head felt foggy and slow. He was almost as tall as Nick. Not only that. Looking at himself in the mirror properly now- he was shredded. Everything about him. A little thicker, wider. Not as big as Nick that’s for sure, he would need to lift harder for that, but still he was no longer the skinny treadmill dweeb. His hair was blonder and wavy and already had a slight smirk going to it. He raised an arm up a flexed. “Fuck bro…” Brett clasped a hand over his mouth. He had never said bro like that in his life. Not only that- it felt good to say it.

Nick just chuckled and slapped him on the back “Hot start bro and that was just a taste. Let me know if you want more - I certainly do. Now I gotta go ace a test thanks to you” Nick pulled Brett in for a quick deep kiss, Brett getting a taste of his own cum between his lips. It momentarily sent pleasurable shocks through his head that quickly subsided and just like that Nick was gone, leaving Brett alone in the locker room, already hard again, with clothes that barely fit him.

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Now it was evening. Brett had jacked off a few times already to his new reflection- somewhat shamefully. He almost looked like a small version of one of Nick’s dumb gym crew bros and he hated how good it felt. Besides the body, he could tell other things had changed. Nick had taken something from him. The fog Brett felt after the exchange hadn’t lifted. His thoughts seemed a little slower, memories a little hazy. At the same time he had new desires creeping in, to work out, to flex, to fuck. Closing his eyes and leaning back on the bed he imagined what it would be like for it to happen again. To get bigger. Thicker. Dumber. Let Nick take it all so he could really be one of the bros. Fuck. He had to find him.

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FML: Obedience

My friend had gone home for the summer and returned all kinds of fucked up. At first when he had come back, I hardly recognized him. Gone was the twig who had sat on the bench for his high school football team. He looked and acted like he had been the star player. He, however, refused to acknowledge anything was different. For weeks he was talking up how he wanted to hit the dating scene in town, and he had gone home a few nights with some guys from the bars, but he always said after they weren’t what he was looking for.

After weeks of this I finally had swung by his apartment for the first time since he was back. Even here, where abandoned crafts and junk food was usually scattered, the place was filled with video games, protein powders, and the spare bedroom had been converted into an at home gym. When I arrived, he was in a white tank, a common look these days. He was hooking up the video game system for us to play a few rounds of Madden.

Whatever it was, I was quickly bored with the game and we moved to watching a movie. For the first time in a while it felt nice to feel comfortable with him, and began relaxing. It was about then that he wrapped his arm around me. Eventually, we were softly cuddled on the couch as I began feeling a way I hadn’t since I broke it off with my GF.

Something about the way his arms were soft and strong just felt so right. This close I smelled his worn through deodorant and musk, as I slowly felt myself melt into his arms, nuzzled into his pit. I felt myself slowly slip away as he turned to me and gently kissed my neck.

“Get up,” he said. Softly but firmly. Dream like, I followed his command as I wandered after him into the home gym.

As I laid down on the bench, he handed me a pair of goggles, instructing me to slip them on. As I did, a pleasant spiral was set in front of my eyes. He then began rubbing my body, whispering instructions in my ear. “I have been looking for a new partner for a while. So many had such promise but turned out to be such failures. But you are going to be my good boy, so strong, cute, and obedient.”

My mind perked up when he said that, but quickly he re-positioned himself on top of me and fixed his pits back under my nose.

Between the overwhelming smell, the spiral, and the feeling of his body now pressed against mine, my mind could only accept what happened next.

I could feel my body begin to grow. It started in my feet, stretching across the floor. Then up my calves, on fire as they swelled nice and strong. It hit my thighs and ass, swelling with a mixture of muscle and fat that raised my body off the bench. My stomach slimmed slightly as new pecs pushed out begging to be grabbed. A slight tickle creeped as hair pushed out, leaving my torso nice and fuzzy. Thick ropes of muscle wrapped around my arms as my fingers held tightly onto my…boyfriend’s? back. My face reshaped to support a handsome jawline and a strong beard and mustache. As the changes wrapped tightly around my mind, I felt years of studies and memories slowly drain down into my growing pouch. My balls quickly swelled, begging for release as my mind was left much better, simply focused on the most important thing: my boyfriend and making him happy.

He carefully climbed off, slipped the mask off my face, and looked at his new half.

“God babe you’re so fucking hot”

I stood up and answered him with a kiss. He simply picked me up and took me into the bedroom. I submitted, ready for the release that would cement me as his.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to train, game, and make out. He quickly got me on a plan to keep me growing for him. I was more than happy to oblige. I have no memories before him. My boyfriend is my world. And he lets me know after every work out how hard his life would be without me.

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It was all too easy. All he had to do was change a few quick settings, get his friend into view, and take a surprise pic. It was going to be hilarious watching him swell out into the stereotypical dumb gym hunk. What he failed to notice was his own reflection in plane view of the camera, but once he took the pic it was too late. He smiled as his friend quickly swelled with mass and all intellect drained from his eyes, not noticing his own body pumping on muscle as his smile turned into a dumb smirk and thoughts quickly turned to flexing for a few more pics and feeling up his super hot friend who was also packing a pretty nice bulge. Yeah a few more pics together showing off would be hot- completely forgetting the filter’s still on his phone and could keep doubling the effects…

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Unlike some of the others, when he got to bro camp he was fine with the option of lounging around all day- especially if it meant not having to use the gym. He loved doing nothing. It usually included a few bags of chips on the sofa and random TV shows, but the lounge chairs looked comfy. He couldn’t seem to find a good position though. He squirmed, his body feeling increasingly tense and sore as he tried to get comfortable. Strange thing was it felt kinda good. Maybe it was the effect of the hot sun, but he felt pleasantly hot and dizzy and as he stretched out, his body taking up more and more of the chair as he did, he let out increasingly deep grunts then moans, as he enjoyed feeling his body flex and each new muscle throb. “Mmm yeah, fuck me” he whispered in a deep slow voice- feeling his now massive cock rapidly swell up against his shorts.

“Happy to bro” said a deep rough voice from the pool. He looked up to see a shredded stud was emerging from the water. He could have sworn some dweeb was in there before, but his head was foggy and cock was throbbing so what did it matter. He was tired of lounging. He was ready for some fun.

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His Instagram was always just a collection of meme accounts, news stories, and reels on design and photography, until one day he scrolled past some stereotypical Instagram gym bro account. He didn’t think much of it, but clicked on him out of curiosity. Typical content- cocky model shots and gym reels. Stupid. At the same time… he looked so carefree. He kept on scrolling from one flexing reel to another, oblivious to how his wardrobe was shifting and body slowly swelling as his feed was slowly filling with bigger guys flexing and dumbly showing off gym routines. Hot he thought. Eyeing how one guy posed and flexed. His follower count was now increasingly rapidly, while his cock began to make an obvious bulge in his now bright pink boxer briefs. Flipping quickly now through new posts from his favorite bros, his head was swirling with ideas for new content. Yeah he’d post a few pics on his pg account, then got some of adult content ready- maybe even a collab with one of his bros. He loved that. Getting guys thirsty, especially the nerdy ones.

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I hadn’t seen my roommate since he left the club last night with some remarkably hot guy who singled him out at the bar. I couldn’t believe his luck and neither could he, this guy was way out of his league. I mean I love my roomie, he’s sweet and kind and all, but with a skinny out of shape build and shy skittish personality he’s not much to look at and has no confidence to speak of. It took everything to drag him away from a night of video games to go to a gay club- his first gay club night out ever.

Just an hour into the night and this hot guy- and I mean hot, shirtless muscular torso, sexy dark stare, and tight black jeans showing off all his massive assets- this guy beelines straight by me and gives Tanner a hello. I was worried it was a joke, but he seemed genuinely into him- all while Tanner seemed shell shocked. Eventually the stud asked Tanner to dance and before he could say no I pushed him onto the dance floor and just like that the mystery guy took the lead.

Every so often I looked over at them like a worried but proud guardian seeing how he was doing. The guy was totally into him, pulling Tanner up against his chiseled body and grinding to the beat. Tanner looked awkward and nervous but he was slowly getting into it and more comfortable. I almost cheered when the guy pulled Tanner in for a kiss and after a brief pause Tanner returned it even more passionately, and started grinding up against the half naked hotty. Damn didn’t know Tanner had it in him.

Not one to creepily watch, I let them get lost in the crowd knowing I would demand a full recap later. I flirted with my own interest at the bar, things were looking good for me too, but before I knew it Tanner was right beside me, wide eyed and out of breath, covered in sweat.

“Ha Tanner! Where did you come from?”

“I uh… just hot. Ya know”

“Well you look it” and in fact he kind of did. Who would’ve thought my little Tanner just needed a good dance floor make out to look this good. I’d never seen him this flushed and coated in sweat before. His tshirt clung to him like a second skin. And was he taller then I remembered? Fuck how much did I have to drink.

“You think it’s ok if I head home early… I want to uh… well… um… this guy is fUcKIng hOT”

I don’t think I ever heard him curse before let alone hear his voice crack this deeply.

“Don’t need my permission! Go for it dude!”

“Thanks man!” he gave a wide goofy grin, grabbed my drink and proceeded to throw back the entire cup of vodka soda.

“Mmm really needed that”

“Er well no problem. Have fun tonight”

“Thanks bro. I will”

Just like that he was off leaving me slightly bewildered. He definitely never called me bro before, and that smirk was brand new. Guess he was a few drinks in too!

I headed out not soon after with my bar guy, Tanner quickly

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Cut to this morning. I’m finally home, eager to get fresh clothes when I run into some shirtless bro in the hallway.

“Sup Marcus? Have fun night??”

That voice… deep… slow… hot… but… “Tanner?”

“Seems like I went through a bit of a growth spurt last night” he lifted up two arms and flexed with a cocky grin, “Guess I just need a good fuck right? Haha”

He was rolling his shoulders back and forth stretching and flexing. I could barely believe it, let alone respond as my eyes traced his muscular body and locked onto the massive bulge in his shorts.

“Huhu like the view?” He groped his bulge, letting out a deep moan “That guy was a good fuck but I could use a little more fun bro.” He turned to his room slipping down his shorts on the way and putting his round perfect ass on display.

“So you cummin or what?”

He strutted into his room, not even looking back. Small voice in the back of my mind was in a panic- this couldn’t be the sweet timid roommate you’ve known and grown to like. This was some hot dumb muscle stud, who sounded cockier then even you. What happened to him? Could it happen to you? But of course- I followed. Who the fuck knows what’s going on but I’m not missing a hot chance like this.

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You'd started out pretty skinny, but the gym was going well. You were getting big quick. A lot of the bigger guys who'd scared you at first were actually really cool. They'd show you a lot of good shit that helped you get gains quick. One day one even gave you a special muscle recovery balm to use on your chest. Helps promote growth. he'd said, staring at you and bouncing his big pecs. It seemed weird- you never heard of a supplement... like... that... befo.... damn... his pecs ... so fucking huge... can't stop... watching... want to... need to ... look... like... that...

He nodded as your eyes glazed over and you began putting the balm on right then and there. It made your chest tingle and pulsate a bit. He winked at you when you thanked him, flicking one of your nipples as he walked away. Damn, that felt good! Pleasure still rippled out from the spot 20 or 30 seconds after he'd walked away. Your pump felt crazy.

You got home and were about to shower when you paused in the mirror. Your chest looked… huge. And so did your arms. Your nipple was still tingling from your bud tapping it. You squinted at the mirror. The lighting must've been really good, cuz your chest looked even bigger than when you'd walked in. You took your phone out, snapping a pic- and another and another, cuz again your arms looked bigger too, like they were staying proportional with your chest. You updated your grindr profile pic with your new chest- damn that had been a good workout today- and hopped in the shower.

When you got out, you smeared a little more of the balm on your pecs, feeling the tingly sensation run over you again. You checked your phone after- you usually bottomed, but for some reason today, for the first time, you wanted to dominate someone. Sit back and let them worship you, rub your muscles and body. iIt didn't take long to find a willing volunteer- a little twink you'd found who was perfect for that. You could tell he was insecure, shy, & a little nervous around you- but those were the types who always needed a strong hand the most. His hands ran over your huge muscles and he squealed like a little bitch when you flexed, kissing and rubbing his face into them. He got kind of feral, peeling your shirt off and grabbing your huge pecs, squeezing and trubbing all over them. You howled with pleasure as his hands ran over your nipples and it felt like electricity shot from them through the rest of your body, like the most intense ecstasy you ever felt. Blood pounded in your ears, flowing into your pecs that bulged more and more each second and the rest of your body that got bigger as they did. He wrapped his pathetic tiny frame around your growing body, burying his face in your rock hard pecs. You needed him to keep worshipping them like the little bitch he was, to keep making you feel good. That was his job. To serve a muscle god like you.

"You like that, boy?" you said, your voice suddenly much deeper.

"Yes Master," he said vacantly, rubbing as much of his face into you as he could. "Can't... stop... worshipping... you're... so... strong," ge said, feeling your suddenly thick biceps, your huge lats and delts.

You gripped the back of his head with your thick, veiny arm.

"That's right boy. Now open up for Daddy," you said, moving his head to your nipple. His eyes lit up and his mouth opened as he latched onto you, sucking greedily. You shuddered and gasped, feeling your. pecs swell even faster now.

Some part of you realized now that the more he played with your tits, the bigger you got, and that that was weird-- and it probably had something to do with the balm.. but who cared, brah? You were getting bigger, dumber, hornier by the second, and had a little fag here ready to do whatever you said. You pushed his head into them, bouncing them while he sucked them good. They were so sensitive now that even him brushing over them felt better than that strongest orgasm you'd ever had happening over and over again. Your glasses fell off but you didn't really pay attention to it- you could see fine now, anyway.

The bigger you got, the harder he sucked, and the harder he sucked, the bigger you got, the dumber you got, the hornier you got. This was what you were made for. To dominate faggots like this. You felt how lovingly he sucked on you as more and more blood pumped into your pecs, making them swell and bulge more, saw his eyes light up when you called him your boy. You felt him falling in love with you, rearranging his life to put himself second and you first. That felt good. This was where you belonged now, dominating. Getting big had been such a smart idea, brah.

Eventually you felt something odd and looked down, seeing something dripping from your nipple, but your bitch lapping it up felt so good that you didn't care too much to think about it.

"That's right baby, suck on Daddy," you said, pushing him in even harder, "Drink up Daddy's milk."

"Yes Daddy," he moaned like the little bitch he was as you got bigger and bigger.

He moaned in pleasure, sucking even faster. You were so lost in it that you didn't notice he started bulking up, too. His little twink body got thicker and more buff; his pale skin became a deep bronze as a dark tribal tattoo ran over his now bulging bicep. He stopped sucking for a second and stared at your nipples, blinking dumbly. His body wanted to keep going, his mind just needed a new justification for it now that he was a dumb jockbro like you and not a beta faggot anymore. His body quickly forced his brain to rearrange what it needed to in order to continue.

"Damn brah, you're huge," he said with a dumb laugh, standing and moving behind you. You stood too- both of you were about three times bigger now than you had been when you sat down on the bed. He started rubbing your pecs again.

"For sure brah," you said, flexing as precum leaked out of your cock and a low growl escaped you. Your arms looked ripped and you felt fucking massive now.

"Man, I love appreciating another bro's bod. Really motivates me to work harder in the gym. That's probably why I've gotten so big so quick, haha." He rubbed them, caressed them, felt and pleasured every inch of them. "Lets make you nice and big, brah," he said as he grabbed the tips of each. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as you gained more mass and another line of liquid started leaking out of you. He scooped it onto his fingers and put them in his mouth, not letting one drop spill. You felt his arms getting wider again, felt him getting taller behind you.

"Haha, fuck yeah bro," you said dumbly. "Let's keep getting bigger and bigger together," you said as your patchy facial hair grew into a thick beard. You both kept going until your stomaches growled at the same time.

"Yo, we should find some fags to cook us dinner. Real twinky bottom bitches... you know, that sounds kind of familiar..." he said, face scrunching up in confusion. He shrugged. "I dunno."

It sounded kind of familiar to you too, but you were pretty sure you didn't know anymore like that. "Yeah," you said, staring at all the mass you'd gained and bouncing your pecs in the mirror.

You popped Grindr open and saw some skinny guy as your profile pic. You must've uploaded that on accident. You replaced it with a current pic, and the messages came flooding in. About twenty minutes later, three twinks were naked in your kitchen except for aprons and tall white socks making both of your meals for the week. One of them had kind of resisted, but 5 minutes headlocked in your sweaty pit had broken him pretty fast. You and your bro stared at all three of them, smirking at their rock hard cocks poking out of their aprons.

"Fuck its good to be a man," he said, crushing up another beer can and tossing it on the floor. One of the twinks quickly picked it up and threw it out.

"Sure is brah," you said, doing the same yourself. The sane twink gravved it.

"Look at this good boy," you said, turning towards him and spreading your arms wide. "Why don't you come sit on Daddy's lap?"

He darted over to you with a big smile on his face, jumping onto your lap and wrapping his arms around you. His hands felt and rubbed all over your muscles. You pulled him in closer, resting his head on your big chest. "That's it baby. Let it all go. Just lay down on Daddy."

His eyes closed as his body grew slack and he rested his weight fully on you. His face slid down your chest- when he reached your nipple, he started sucking automatically. You twitched, feeling your body pulse again. Your shorts ripped and your huge cock spilled out of it, swinging side to side from its own weight. His eyes locked onto it and lit up as he dove towards it, wrapping his lips around it. Your hand grabbed the back of his head tight- he welped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you pushed it onto your cock, forcing it further down his throat- but he never stopped- in fact, it made him go harder. One of his buddies noticed and his eyes locked onto your chest. You smirked, bouncing your pecs while his friend sucked you off. His eyes followed them like he was watching tennis and he slowly started walking towards you, like he was in a trance- when he was close enough, you closed an arm around his head tightly, pulling him into you. His face lit up as your thick bicep closed around it and he latched onto your chest like his friend had. Your head tilted back as one slurped his way up and down your huge cock obediently and the other worshipped your chest, so lost in pleasure that you again didn't notice what was leaking from your chest again and now your cock, too. Both twinks' high pitched whimpers got deeper and deeper as they drank it up, turning into the third and fourth dumb douchebros in the room. By time they stood up, they looked just as bulked up as you and the first twink you'd had over.

The fifth one- the one who'd resisted- was just watching, looking shocked. You told him to come over, but he didn't move. You laughed and nodded at him to the two ex-twinks, who both grabbed him and started dragging him over.

"Haha, look at him try to stop us bro," one laughed.

"What does he think his skinny beta ass is gonna do?" asked the other. With their new huge biceps, thighs, and calves, they pulled him along like a ragdoll. He turned his head and closed his mouth as they forced it into your pecs, but more juice was already leaking out of you onto his lips, seeping between the cracks. He shuddered, murmuring "no no no- don't want to be. a stupid bro-" over and over as his body bulged and his muscles pumped up. His fine blonde leg hairs got coarse and dark and he grew a thick beard like yours. His feet ripped out of his socks, going from small and soft to big and rough. His tiny twink frame expanded, filling out into huge pecs, lats and abs. The no's became a low grunt and then a dumb jock laugh as he transformed, eyes glazing over and you fingered another few drops into his mouth. Now his tongue licked it off your hand greedily, slurping up eery drop as he got as big as the rest of them. He walked over to the mirror, smiling dumbly into it as he flexed his big arms showing the thick dark patches of pit hair that had grown under his arms. He sniffed them, shaking his head and smirking. "Damn I stink! That lift really got the juices flowing, haha."

"Fuck yeah bro," you said, stepping up behind him and punching his hard bicep. "Glad we got your skinny ass in the gym."

"Me too man. I don't even know who I was before it."

"Me neither," the small army of douchebros in your house said in unison. all staring into the mirror and flexing with dumb grins on their faces.

Your phone went off. It was your gym bud- the one who'd given you the balm.

"Hey boy. Hope you liked the balm. Now send me a pic of your new friends and your gains. Then I think you should all hit the gym."

You nodded slowly at the text, gathering everyone around you and snapping a few pics of you all flexing and showing off your new bodies.

You stared at all of them, smiling. You needed more, though. More twinks to convert into douchebros. That would make your friend happy...

You stared at the unfinished food in the kitchen. "Lets him the gym guys. And then when we get back we can find some twinks to finish cooking dinner for us.... and then we'll see if we can help them bulk up, too ;)"

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