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The bull moon. 🌕 A sequence for Tated_Mscl_Bull on Twitter.

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Wish: A muscle mind control story where somebody grows more and more obedient to someone else as their muscles grow larger and larger

@Anon

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Tyler was the star player on his college baseball team, instantly earning the admiration of his team mates and his coach. Speaking of, Coach Benson quickly had his eye on the stud, finding the nineteen year old’s body incredibly sexy when his uniform would cling to his sweaty muscles after practice.

It didn’t take long for Coach to approach Tyler after practice one day in the locker room. “Just wanted to say that you’re doin’ great out there, Son,” he said, clapping the young man’s broad shoulder. “But I think we should try putting more size on you.”

Tyler looked hesitant at first. “I dunno,” he admitted. “I don’t want to get too big.” He gestured down at his proportional physique that always got him plenty of girls to fuck. 

“It’ll help you keep that sports scholarship,” Coach countered, knowing that was his ace in the hole…

After that, Coach developed a personal workout plan specifically for Tyler which was designed to help the stud put on more mass. What was most critical was that he needed to listen to the playlist that he’d downloaded onto his phone, claiming that it would help the baseball star with staying motivated since he’d hired some nerds at the psych department to add some subliminal messages to it.

Tyler didn’t question it and did as he was told, frequenting the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. He spent most of his free time working out so that he could bulk up, all the while, his ear pods constantly on and playing that obscure music.

It didn’t long until Tyler started to show some results. His uniform fit a little more tightly as it struggled to contain his growing pecs and ass. He’d put on an eye-opening nine pounds of solid muscle in just two weeks, unable to stop flexing and showing off his progress to Coach Benson.

“Check it out, Coach!” Tyler said one day as he posed in the locker room mirror, completely nude with his hard cock bobbing in the air as he flexed. “I’m puttin’ on size just like you asked.” He leaned forward and formed a most muscular pose, feeling an odd sense of pride when the older man smiled and nodded at him.

“You sure are,” Coach whistled. “That’s a good boy.”

On cue, at the praise from the older man, Tyler’s muscles spasmed and he couldn’t hold back the loud moan as he came, his cum splattering all over the mirror. When he came to, the young man blushed like crazy.

“Don’t worry about that mess,” Coach teased him, walking forward and giving him a playful swat on his ass. “Why don’t you head to gym and do some more squats? Build up this rear of yours some more.”

Without even thinking, Tyler nodded. “Yes, Coach,” he automatically said, pausing for a moment to question why he was so eager to obey the man’s commands. He shook the weird feeling away and got dressed to head to the gym so that he could work on his glutes.

-__Two months later__-

“Did ya see that, Coach?” Tyler beamed as he followed behind the older man into his house where he stayed at now. “I didn’t let that tricky pitcher strike me out.”

As soon as he stepped foot inside the house, Tyler followed his conditioning and immediately began to strip naked. Thanks to his new workout regimen, he’d packed on over fifty pounds of muscle, with a majority of the focus on his pecs and ass, making him look like a curvy muscleslut. At the sight of the older man watching him, his seven inches instantly rocketed to attention and waved around in the air as he undressed.

“I sure did,” Coach grinned, loving the sight of the hunky college jock completely under his control. “I think you deserve a little treat, you did so well.”

Tyler couldn’t help the explosion of excitement that boomed in his large chest. “Really?!” he cheered, practically sprinting to the bedroom and assuming the position. He was on all fours, puffing out his muscled chest and sticking his rotund rear out invitingly.

For a brief moment, when he caught sight of his reflection in the bedroom mirror, an alarm bell rang out in his brain and told him that this was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be so eager to please his coach, he wasn’t supposed to be living with him and being his house pet, and his pecs and ass shouldn’t have been so disproportionately huge.

However, the second Coach sauntered into the bedroom and began to unbutton his polo, showing off a large swatch of his hairy pecs, the alarm was silenced and Tyler started to drool at the sight of the older man.

“Was I a good boy, Coach?” Tyler asked, playfully wagging his bubblebutt in the direction of the older man.

“You sure were,” Coach smirked as he ran an admiring hand over his jockpup’s ass, loving how it sent a shiver through the altered stud. “You’re Coach’s good boy.”

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Pump. Pump. Pump.

Head empty. Hips gyrating. Pleasure coursing up and down your brain and spine. Multiple times already come inside your conquest. Your mind is a swirl of sensations, as you continue to

Pump. Pump. Pump.

You don't know how long you've been at it. Five minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour? Keep pumping. Keep dumping. Your pecs quake with effort and excitement as you keep moving. You don't even know who you're doing it with anymore. Do you even care? You look down at the cute submissive muscle boi beneath you.

His belly his round and muscular, shaking with each thrust. His insides slosh with your essence, his face contorted with pleasure as his tongue flops out of his mouth. His insides flex and milk you for more.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

You climax once more. You ride that high for a long while. But for some reason, you can't stop. Won't stop. You look down again at the man before you. His eyes are piercing. Inviting. Wanting.

Just one more. Just another one. Another pump.

Pump.

Pump.

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Got around to coloring this picture of my OC Marwan experiencing his first transformation. Something tells me he's gonna learn to love it 🐺💦

[NSFW]

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Breathe in and grow

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I just love your twink stories so much, just overall cockshrink stories of yours are immaculate. Thank you so much!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this one too!

New Year New Me

Derek grinned as his boyfriend kissed his cheek and rubbed his hand against his chest. Despite dating for two years, the passion was still there. And Derek couldn’t think of a better way to spend the New Year than with his boyfriend at a couple’s resort nestled away in the woods.

“I love you babe.” Derek kissed his boyfriend, his hands caressing his lover’s cheek.

Paul was perfect. Besides being one of the nicest and funniest guys he’d ever dated, the physical attraction was certainly there. Not to mention they were totally compatible. Derek being a total top, while Paul was a strict bottom. He loved how desperate Paul could be too- always the more submissive of the two. And as they got into bed, Derek instinctively goes to be the big spoon.

“Hey babe,” Paul says, “Would you mind if I try being the big spoon tonight?”

Derek raises an eyebrow, “You want to be big spoon tonight?” He smirks, “What’s gotten into you?” He jokes and Paul smiles deviously.

“You’re always the big spoon, I kinda wanna try it out.” He chuckles, “New Year, new me?” Derek looked at Paul with amusement, but also a hint of curiosity. 

“Alright babe, we can give it a shot.” 

He said with a grin, scooting over to let Paul take position behind him. As soon as their bodies made contact, Derek felt a strange tingling sensation wash over him. His skin prickled and he shivered slightly.

“What's up?” 

Paul asked, noticing the change in his boyfriend's demeanor. Derek tried to shake off the feeling, attributing it to the unusual positioning. But the sensations intensified. He tried his best to ignore them.

“Nothing, I’m good.” Derek mumbled, blinking his eyes a few times.

Derek's mind began to fog slightly as the tingling spread through his body. His thoughts grew hazy and his vision blurred at the edges. Paul's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and Derek felt himself melting into his boyfriend's embrace.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Paul whispered in his ear, his breath hot against Derek's skin.

The words sent a thrill through Derek, but it wasn't just arousal. Something deeper, more primal, was stirring within him. Derek nodded, thinking it odd how Paul's voice took on a somewhat lower tenure. Not to mention the confidence. Usually he liked more submissive guys. But Paul's sudden confidence made his dick stir.

“So good.” He replied, nestling closer to his boyfriend. Derek's cock hardened fully, straining against his boxers as a new kind of desperation seized him. He wanted to be held, worshipped, fucked...hard, “Mmm, I love you so much, Paul.” Derek slurred, his voice taking on a higher, more nasally tone, “You're the best thing that ever happened to me.” He pressed back against his boyfriend, grinding his ass against Paul's crotch.

“Fuck babe...” Paul grunted.

Derek moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he felt Paul's hardening bulge press insistently against his ass.

“Oh god, Paul, please...” Derek whimpered, his hips bucking back against his boyfriend's hips in a needy rhythm.

His once strong, toned body started to soften. The light dusting of chest hairs beginning to fall away, leaving him smooth. Meanwhile, Derek couldn't help but notice that Paul's arms seemed bigger somehow. The mountainous biceps that bulged as Paul held him closer seemed... wrong. But as he felt Paul's ever more prominent bulge against his ass, he simply moaned. Paul's grip tightened around Derek's waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his throbbing erection against his boyfriend's pliant ass. Derek gasped, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.

“I'm going to make you mine, baby.” Paul growled, his voice low and rough with desire, “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”

As if in response, Derek's body began to shift further. His broad shoulders narrowed, his powerful muscles atrophying to reveal a leaner, more delicate frame. His hair, once dark and neatly styled, turned a bright platinum blonde and fell in messy waves across his forehead. A sweet, innocent face emerged, dominated by large, expressive blue eyes and full, pouty lips.

With each passing moment, Derek felt himself becoming less like his former self and more like a naive, dim-witted pretty boy. His once sharp intellect dulled, replaced by a vacuous, lustful haze. And yet, emotions like fear, despair, and anger dulled. He gazed up at Paul with wide, trusting eyes, his mouth slack and drooling slightly. 

“Y-you're so big and strong, Paul.” he cooed, reaching back to fondle the massive bulge tenting his boyfriend's pants, “Can you please fuck me? I need it so bad...”

“Not with an ass like that.” Paul grunted, scratching at the hairs that sprouted from his increasingly larger pecs, “And what kinda fuckin' twink has a package like that? Paul groped Derek's proud bulge.

“But babe... please...” Derek pouted, “I.... oh gawd!”

As Paul's touch lingered on Derek's groin, the young man's erection began to shrink, growing smaller and softer until it dwindled to a mere nub between his thighs. At the same time, his once muscular ass flared outward, ballooning into an obscenely large, juicy bubble butt. Paul chuckled cruelly, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend's pathetic, diminished manhood. He reached down and gave Derek's swollen rump a harsh slap, watching with satisfaction as the tender flesh jiggled and quivered.

“You're such a fucking cumslut now, aren't you, babe?” Paul sneered, rubbing his thumb over the red imprint left on Derek's cheek. “Just begging to get your tight little hole filled with my cock.”

Derek whined pitifully, squirming under Paul's scornful gaze. 

“P-please, Paul... I'll do anything... just use me...” He reached back to part his cheeks.

That was all Paul needed. Paul set a relentless pace, pounding into Derek's ass with savage abandon. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through the young man's core, making him clench and unclench around his boyfriend's invading length. Derek's cries degenerated into incoherent moans and whimpers, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. Any thought of being anything other than a sex toy for his bigger, stronger, boyfriend evaporating from his increasingly duller mind.

“Harder, Paul! Fuck me harder!” Derek begged shamelessly, his voice high and breathy. “Make me your slutty little cumdump!”

As the night wore on, Paul continued to use Derek's willing body for his pleasure, fucking him relentlessly until both men collapsed in exhaustion. Now, as morning dawned outside, Derek lay curled up on Paul's chest, his small frame barely filling the expanse of his boyfriend's broad shoulders.

Despite the lingering soreness between his legs, Derek felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging. In this moment, he knew without a doubt that he was meant to serve and submit to Paul's dominance. Groggily, Derek opened his eyes to find Paul staring down at him with a mix of affection and superiority. Paul gently stroked Derek's hair, his fingertips grazing the delicate features of his boyfriend's face. 

“You did so well last night, baby.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “Such a good little slut for me.” Derek blushed at the praise, his heart swelling with pride and devotion. 

“Thank you, Paul.” he whispered, nuzzling into his boyfriend's warm embrace, “I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Paul chuckled, leaning down to capture Derek's lips in a dominating kiss. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the room, both Derek and Paul knew something had changed. But neither would be complaining all too much.

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Thinking about a gif of Bel Ami’s Kris Evan’s back growing as his partner undid his underwear.

But I feel like that one has been lost to the tumblr purge

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REBLOG

IF YOU WANT

TO BE A

DUMB MUSCLE JOCK

May your passion for building muscle intensify with each passing moment

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I just need someone to make me dumb. So dumb i cant think. So dumb cant function. So dumb. So dumb... So dumb.....

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thinking about a super shy sub that gets painfully embarrassed doing anything sexual so they ask me to hypnotise them.

they're so susceptible that it doesn't take long to put into effect. one loud snap of my fingers and the adorable frigid thing becomes a greedy whore begging to be used.

all inhibitions slip from their pretty little head. their clothes are itchy so they have to pull them off. standing feels unnatural so they fall to their knees. they're burning up with this throbbing heat, so they have to lean forward and present themselves like an eager bitch waiting to be bred.

i could make them do whatever i wanted. tell them to hump a surface in every area of the house, make them rub or stroke whilst looking deep into their eyes in a mirror. i'd have them eat me out for hours, suckle on my strap, expose their holes and take photos, and have them fuck into me hard and fast while they're drunk on pleasure.

but the best part would be when the compulsion wears off. i'd love seeing the slow realisation dawning in their eyes as they come back to reality. when they remember in vivid detail every debasing thing that i made them do, and how much they fucking loved it.

i'd coo sweetly as they buried their face in my chest with a pitiful little whine, shame burning red to the tips of their ears. i'd love every second of that writhing embarrassment, burrowing deep in the pit of their stomach.

and of course, so would they 😘

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I know I say I want to make MYSELF a buff hulled out himbo alot.

But if someone wanted to make one, make me choke down protein shakes, play hypno tapes and roid me up in my sleep. Mold me into the beefy dom brute of your dreams, I'm ok with that.

I just wanna grow bro.