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Felix Fox

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Woof!! Your writing is driving me wild, what skill. You think you have anything to put some hair on my chest? …and maybe everywhere else too? A thick dense manly pelt to show off!

"Cuntry Boy" is a strange name for a song. You didn't even know you had this record. It's not in a sleeve or labeled. You've certainly never heard of it or the artist. Cuntry Boi.

Huh.

You think nothing of it as you lower the needle. The first few chords of the song flow through your speakers. It's the typical twangy guitar you'd expect from a country tune. You finish your dishes and start thinking about what you want for dinner. Something light, maybe? Maybe try one of those recipes you've seen on -

Oh, my cuntry boy.

He's the sweetest thang you've ever seen.

He's got a nice voice. Smooth, youthful sounding. It's quite up tempo for a country song. The vocals sounded like they came out of absolute nowhere so you've forgotten what you were thinking about. Oh that's right, dinner! You were thinking about salmon and a salad, some cheesy garlic bread, maybe a little -

Oh, my cuntry boy,

Knows how to put a good meal down.

Corny ass lyrics. But anyway, your stomach is growling fiercely. You've never felt so hungry in your life. You're thinking of steaks and mashed potatoes and slices of sweet potato pie. You moan at the image of a hunk of pan fried ham next to five cheesy scrambled eggs and hash browns. Your stomach gurgles and grumbles in frustration. You open your fridge, and you blink in surprise at how full it is. There's absolutely no way that you would have all....of this.... Right? There's so much food you're a little overwhelmed at all the options.

But that comes with confusion. Why would you be overwhelmed by this? You've always kept a full fridge. You're a hungry -

Growing boy, just like my love for him.

The moan that comes out of your mouth is obscene. You blink as your vision blurs. Your spine snaps and pops, legs elongating as suddenly, you're looking at the top of your fridge. It should be extremely painful but instead, it feels good. Like a massage hitting the right spots as you groan, the soreness in your muscles coming from your joints and bones expanding to make you look proportional to your new height of 6'7". Your sweatpants are stopping at your calves, no actually above your calves. And the hemline of your flannel flutters above your waist. You can see your pubes peeking through the waistband of your sweats and briefs, because you're so tall your clothes are shrinking too small. Your hands pop and expand, thickening into big meaty palms crowned by long, thick fingers to match your longer arms and larger stature. You hold your massive hands in front of your face.

The first few drops of nervous sweat dot your forehead as your feet begin expanding. The pleasurable sensation seems tenfold here, like your widening and stretching soles, become huge stompers with thick toes, are becoming more sensitive. Your toes break through your socks and split them along the top.

You're still ferociously hungry but you slam the door and turn as your stomach feels like it's squirming. It feels oddly good as you lift your shirt and see abs forming through the skin. Dense, strong abs. The strength of your core is overwhelming and you drop your shirt, scrunching your browns in concern as your stomach roars. You place your hands on your stomach as you notice that there's more...give. Sweat drips from your brow as your stomach expands around your hands. The hard muscle gives away to densely muscled softness. Not a muscle gut, but the gut and core strength of a wrestler. The buttons on your flannel strain around your stomach as it thickens. You moan as you squeeze and massage the combination of muscle and fat. Your eyes snap open.

No, no this is - what the fuck is happening? Your -.

Head in the clouds and thinking of me/So many lonesome hours along dusty cuntry roads.

Cock swells in your sweatpants. What begins as an erection slowly becomes something more. You're not thinking of Cuntry Boi, you're thinking of men. Big, beefy, hairy men. And this isn't ain't new. But these images feel a little too real to be mere fantasy. Almost like your asshole feels a little empty, as hungry as your empty stomach. You clutch your head in confusion as your cock grows .... past its normal size. Your breathing becomes heavier as your cock thickens and bloats. You can feel all the muscles in your shaft pumping and expanding full of blood and sweaty cock meat. Even your head flares into a huge, gushing mushroom as your cock slips out from underneath your briefs and the sensitive head brushes against the fabric of your sweatpants. A huge wet stain appears as your knees nearly buckle and you grip onto the counter, falling forward and gasping at how far away everything is now. When your balls start inflating, you moan like a porn star as you actually cum. Untouched. Just gushing cum into your sweats as it drips down your legs as the image of you getting plowed in a flatbed rams its way into your mind.

My cuntry boy, growing just like his love for me

You gently grip the massive 10" meat stick between your legs. It's still hard and throbbing, and your balls feel like balloons between your thighs. Your nipples for some reason are buzzing. You're hyper aware of them hardening and thickening, their heightened sensitivity evident by how you can feel them rubbing against your flannel. There's an insane amount of pressure behind each nipple and you grit your teeth and close your eyes, hunched over your counter as you think about the huge muscle tits the men of your fantasies memories have. Your mouth drops open as your chest swells against your shirt. Pure dense muscle flooding into each pectoral before softening with an added few pounds of fat, the nipples expanding and poking like daggers through your shirt as the buttons begin straining. You open your eyes and see strands of dense, dark, sweaty hair swirling from between the straining buttons. With one massive hand, you cup one of your growing muscle tits and your eyes cross from the sensitivity, the muscle and fat piling underneath your fingers. You squeeze one and gasp as more cum fires out of your cock, dripping down your leg and splattering on the floor. Out of the corner of the eye you see -

He gives me eyes from across the room/Can't ignore a pretty boi like me.

The vinyl spinning. Fuck, you have gotta get to it. Gotta get to it. The rest of your buttons burst from your shirt as your tits take one final heave forward and the densely muscled globes pour out of them. Your cock is straining against your pants. One hand idly rubs and massages the muscle in your chest. You whimper and take a few unsteady steps towards your record player. Your chest wobbles and you whimper, biting your lip as you try to adjust to the heft of your torso. Your widening shoulders and the bulking muscles in your back shred your shirt. You close your eyes in defeat as your shirt splits apart and hangs limply from your huge shoulders. Everything back there seemingly built for the massive rack you've got. Except for your cock and torso, your arms and lower body look underdeveloped. The issue is that a part of you is waiting for the rest of your body to catch up, but really, the rest of your body is the real you, right?

And I can't ignore a man like him, and neither can the other Bois along this graveyard bar.

Wait a minute? You take a few tentative sniffs. That smell. That musk. It's not BO at all but this kind of -. Oh, fuck that's coming from you ain't it? You're not this musky. The musk is impossible to ignore, like a pheromone. It's intense and addicting. But this isn't you, Goddammit! In fact, why are you even lifting your arms to smell your pits. Your pits, which are hairer than usual, sweaty and smelling oh so -

Take me out back, I'll ride the bull. Grab 'im by the horns.

You're practically licking your armpits as you fish your cock out of your pants. Your cock and balls are just as hairy as your pits. Just as sweaty. Just as musky. You stroke your cock and remember all the football boys and wrestlers riding your cock and sucking your cock and worshipping your balls and them worshipping your ass and blowing your back out and-.

No. You're still stroking your cock over the waistband of your sweats as you make a mad dash for the record player. Cock slinging strands of pre everywhere as-.

Take you out back and you can ride the bull

You moan so loud you wonder if the windows rattle. Your ass is growing. The growth feels as good as your tits. Pressure and warm inflation. Your hips widen as fat and muscle pour into your ass and your sweats feel like they're about to give up. Huge fatty cheeks, swirling with a dusting of hair, that sensitive pink hole of yours becoming just as hairy, swell and grow, plush and grab-able, two pillows like your chest. Like a good cuntry boy, you can take as much as you can give. And this ass, huge and swelling still, a few tears forming in your sweats, is pretty much built for it. You collapse to your knees, whimpering, moaning and groaning as you spread your legs apart, the wobble of your cheeks making your cock lurch as pre oozes out of it. Your huge balls sag from beneath your rock solid cock, dripping all over your floors. So much muscle and fat fills your ass that some of it overflows into your thighs. Your thin thighs inflate. Muscle and fat piling underneath the skin and blowing them up into huge slabs of -.

Come on, cuntry boy lemme grab this bull by the horns.

All this talk about bulls is making you so horny you're starting to forget about stopping the song. Because all you can imagine is the cuntry twunk singing it and how good it would feel to have him bury his face between your -

Speaking of your ass, it rips through your sweatpants and the huge sweaty globes are released to the air. You are bent in a prime rutting position as your cock head brushes against the cabinets, smearing them with pre. Your thighs break the seams of your sweats as they slowly but surely close in on your balls, the hair on your thighs tickling your sensitive, churning balls. You've never felt this horny. Like your cock -

Oh.....

As Cuntry Boi holds his note, you moan as your throat thickens, your Adam's apple expanding as you detect the first inklings of a Southern accent dripping into your voice. Your brain feels like it's under a thick fog, and the fog is preventing you from crawling forward and -.

Cuntry boy I believe I can tame this bull.

You throw your arms up, flexing (almost) involuntarily, as your biceps expand. The dense muscle is covered up with a thick layer of fat. The ham hocks stretching the skin as fat and muscle pour into them and down into your forearms, and you get another powerful whiff of your musk. You're humping the air with your powerful hips, your ass clapping behind you and balls swinging as your thighs rip the rest of your sweatpants away. Your calves expand and fatten to support your slabs of thighs, that dense torso that continues to grow as more weight piles onto your form, taking you close to 250 pounds.

Make him just as sweet as pie/Oh, my cuntry boy.

Your cock is going to explode. Preferably in someone. Then you could cuddle them and fall asleep. Wake up next to each other coated in sweat and cum, and then you can make him a nice big cuntry boy breakfast and send him on his way, for another man to come and see if he can tame you. Your face rearranges painlessly. Cheeks softening, jaw sharpening. Your lips fatten and become just as sensitive and pink as your hole. A moustache blooms around your lip as a final rush of testosterone races through -.

Oh. Cuntry boy!

Oh indeed.

A geyser of cum erupts from your cock. You've never made this much cum before, but those massive balls of yours have enough space for them. Those overactive cum ducts make sure your balls are always full to bursting half the time, so much testosterone pumping through your veins. With each volley of cum, you forget that old life of yours. You remember horseback riding and doing another type of bareback riding, so horny and so insatiable. Your IQ plummets as you remember not being the best of students during school, not going to college and instead using your hot body for your dream job of being a porn actor. You came to the big city to introduce some Southern hospitality to these Yankees. Including if that meant fucking it into them. One whiff of you, one sight of those huge muscle tits, or that fat ass, or hell any part of your oversized, hyper sexy, hyper masculine body, would have even the straightest of men worshipping you, begging for your cock or a taste of that ass. When you finally stop cumming, there's a huge puddle of musky cum in front of you, the shots so strong it's landed on your records and on the wall behind it.

The record on the vinyl spits out static. Damn how long have you been edging?

Of course you're naked but the scraps of clothing around you is puzzling.

But your brain, your dumb, horny, cotton candy brain, doesn't give it much thought. You chuckle and dumbly

And anyway you've got a big dinner to make for yourself. And also so many cocks to ride. Asses to fuck. Tongues to let worship every part of your beefy, hairy body ....

You bite your lip in pleasure as your cock stiffens again. Thank the Lord you've got a shoot in an hour to unload your six shooter.

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Forced Freak

Tyson was a uni drop out, nothing special about him other than his pretty face and dedication to his diet. He had no real hobbies and no real friends. The only reason people paid him any real attention was because of his body. However guys got pretty turned off after a one night stand with him when they'd wake up and Tyson would have written them critiques about how to improve their bodies and performance in the bedroom.

Tyson was the worst kind of gym bro, not because he had no real personality, but because he was an asshole with no real personality, in fact when he wasn't coming home from the gym, taking selfies in the mirror or scrolling on grinder for someone to bounce on his waist he spent a large portion of his time staring in the mirror admiring his own perfection.

"fuck yeah, I'm probably the hottest guy alive" he'd say as he rubbed his own crotch.

His arrogant attitude had essentially transformed him into a self obsessed autosexual, whilst he enjoyed sex and having a guy put in all the work whilst he laid back in pleasure he still preferred a night to himself and his mirror.

Tyson flexed his arm one last time, admiring the perfection before him before he turned off his alarm and got up to go to the gym.

"well, I'll see you when I get home handsome" he said winking at his own reflection and snapping his underwear band.

He threw on the folded red tank top and black gym shorts he had lying on his dresser, the ones he had steamed the night before. As he walked out the door he picked up his glass from his morning water and placed it neatly in the dishwasher before turning it on and leaving for the gym.

Upon arriving at the gym Tyson walked into the welcome area where he found 3 tall bodybuilders lined up at the key scanner. Tyson rolled his eyes and tried to avoid contact with them, he hated those freaks. The guys who willingly chose to inflate themselves with disgusting amounts of muscle. Who could barely fit in their cars and he huffed and sweat like bovine beasts when they got on the treadmill.

Tyson quickly got impatient and began tapping his foot as the 3 meatheads were holding up the line.

"are you beasts gonna scan in or am I just waiting here all day"

The three turned their heads to them almost in unison

"yoo you think we are beasts huhu" one flexed his enormous bicep that dwarfed Tyson's head

"hey Ty, what up lil dude. Wanna hit bench with us today? we we can help you grow that chest"

Tyson was disgusted at the thought of working out with the three of them and smelling their terrible stench or listening to them heaving for air.

"no thanks, its hard to improve upon perfection" Tyson said with a smirk

"aw come on dude, you can always improve and get bigger, you aint even close to your limit"

"and I dont want to be" Tyson said with a disgusted frown and one raised eyebrow

There was a loud ding and the three bodybuilders began waddling and shuffling their way through the electronic gate into the gym, having to turn sideways slightly to get their hulking frames in the turn gate.

"This is what I mean" laughed Tyson

"haha, can't blame us for being absolute units man"

"But doesn't it annoy the fuck out of you being like that?"

"no way bro, being this big is fucking awesome"

the three bodybuilders all began laughing and flexing

"I'm sorry I really dont see how turning myself into a...freak would be awesome"

There was a dead silence as the three bodybuilders stopped laughing and turned to him.

"that's a bit of a harsh word bro"

"yeah man don't diss the hobby coz you aint into it"

Tyson smirked flicking as he polished his fitness watch with the edge of his jumper "dude I dont think anyone is into it"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"umm being so big you have no style because you cant fit into anything, constantly covered in sweat marks, you reek after just a few minutes of exercise, you gulp down water like an elephant who hasn't drunk in a year, can barely fit in your cars and take up so much space, plus I like when guys find me attractive and aren't grossed out by my monstrous body" Tyson turned his back placing his gym bag in the locker completely unaware that the three men he had just insulted looked so red their heads could pop with anger.

"I'LL LET YOU KNOW MY HUSBAND LOOOOVVVEEESSS MY SIZE" the bodybuilder in the middle yelled through his teeth

"whoooaa jayce" the two others said in unison as they grabbed him by the chest and stopped him taking a step forward

"don't shoot the messenger buddy but Im pretty sure your husband wouldn't be disappointed if you lost 30-40lsb of muscle, pretty sure he'd enjoy date night without sitting across from a behemoth stuffing himself so full of protein like a slob"

Jayce threw his arms up in the air and pushed his two friends off of him turning around and walking away.

Tyson ignored the interaction implying pulling his towel and drink bottle out of his gym bag.

"You know what you need Ty..."

"and what's that Mark?" Tyson tiredly asked rolling his eyes

"A real good bulk, make ya real big, that'll change your mind" Mark smirked looking at his friend who was smiling back.

"whatever" Tyson groaned as he walked off into the gym.

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A few hours had passed and Tyson was in the changing room admiring himself after his workout. It was enough to pump him to that perfect spot where he looked just slightly bigger and was a little sore, but not enough to make him sweat or stimulate the sort of growth a lot of gym guys were after.

Tyson flexed one bicep and ran his other hand down his thigh feeling himself get hard.

"Oh yeah handsome, just wait till I get you in my bed" He smirked at his own reflection.

Just then he heard the sound to the changing rooms open, his hand quickly shot up from his thigh, not wanting anyone to see his moment of lust.

He watched in the mirror as Jayce rounded the corner, his massive and wide shoulders causing him to bump into subway tiled wall. A massive smile lit up on Jayce's face as he saw Tyson standing there.

"Yep" Jayce yelled out

Dylan quickly followed behind and began walking towards Tyson, not that he thought much of it.

"Grab his left Dylan?"

"No worried Jayce"

Tyson was shocked as the two hulking bodybuilders suddenly grabbed hold of his arms and used what felt like all of their strength to sandwich him between them.

"h-HEY WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF" Tyson struggled and squirmed to get out of there grip but it felt like he was being pressed between two stone walls, he was unable to do anything other than pathetically kick his legs.

Just then Tyson heard the door to the changing rooms lock as Mark rounded the corner.

"Mark!, tell your fucking boys to let me go!"

The three bodybuilder's laughed as Mark walked closer holding a strange metal container in his hand that resembled a protein shaker.

"Hey lil dude" Said Mark with a big smirk across his face

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THREE WANT" Tyson snapped.

"to prove you wrong man" Jayce whispered

'w-what" Tyson continued to flounder and squirm to no avail

"you said being a bodybuilder sucked, well we are gonna prove you wrong" Dylan smirked tightly squeezing Tyson's arms

"h-how, Im not gonna start bodybuilding because you three threaten me"

"oh there is no threat bud, we have got something we want to try but dont know about the side effects wanna test it"

"ARE YOU GONNA JAB MY ASS FULL OF ROIDS" Tyson squeaked pathetically

"no dude, of course not" Said Mark

"we already know the side effects to roids" laughed Jayce

Mark grabbed onto Tyson's perfect hair and forcefully pulled his head back, Tyson couldn't see but he felt Jayce wrap his giant muscular arm around his pinning his between Jayce's bulky bicep and forearm and grabbing his cheeks forcing his jaw open.

"bottoms up pretty boy" Mark said as he flicked the cap off the contained with his thumb and shoved the mouth piece into Tyson's mouth.

"MMMMM -MMMM -MMMMMMM!!!!!!" Tyson tried to yell but his mouth was full of a strange thick liquid.

Mark dropped the contained and grabbed Tyson's nose still forcing the container to his lips

"gotta drink if you wanna breathe buddy"

Tyson couldn't hold it any longer

GULP...GULP...GULP.....GULP

Tyson sucked down what was in his mouth and what continued to pour from the container, when the last drop was drunk and all he could taste was air the three bodybuilders all let go in unison and Tyson dropped to the ground gasping for air.

"How long does it take to work Mark?"

"errr container says a few minutes for a start and a week for full effects"

Tyson couldn't concentrate on what the three were talking about, his body began to feel like it was being super heated, like his muscles and bones were being fried into pudy.

Tyson's hand began to tremble, as he looked at it pressed against the cold tiled floor he noticed his thumb enlarging, getting longer and thicker, it spread to all his fingers and his hand, at first he thought it was an allergic reaction but it wasn't puffy or fat, it was hard solid and defined, like all the muscles in his hands were suddenly expanding, he watched as his handed swelled up to the size of dinner plates as veins in his arms and forearms pumped in sync with his heart beat.

His forearms stared growing outwards and he felt his already tight and pumped biceps ache as they swelled even bigger. Seeing his reflection in the mirror he looked like a bad art project as different parts of his body were swelling with size and different times, his shoulders got wider as his calves got bigger, his pecs inflated as his feet grew out of his shoes, his abs bloated into a semi roid gut as his quads quickly filled with blood, and his ass pumped up into a big meaty globe as his traps crept up his back swallowing his necks.

after just a few minutes the three bodybuilders were stunned looking down at the sweaty bulky mess that was Tyson on the floor of the changing room.

Tyson had watched the whole thing in the mirror but still he couldn't recognise himself, what had happened, what they did to him.

He looked like one of them, a bodybuilder.

"w-what did you do to me" Tyson moaned, out of breath and out of energy

"damn, he got huge so quick, and he still has a week to go?"

"please, no, no bigger, turn me back"

the three bodybuilders began to have a conversation around Tyson like he wasn't even there as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. A few minutes passed and Tyson finally stood up. He felt uncomfortable, muscles he didn't even know where near each other rubbed up against each other like every aspect of his body was fighting for space.

Tyson looked at himself horrified in the mirror at the big bulky freak he had become.

"oh fuck..m..my perfect body" he turned to the three men behind him "please, please you gotta turn me back"

"you still got a week of growin left bud" Mark replied

"PLEASE I CAN'T GET BIGGER"

Jayce smirked trying to contain his laughter

"Look dude, we said we were gonna show you how being a bodybuilder is awesome, let it go for a week and we'll check back in and if you still hate it, we'll turn you back"

Tyson turned back to his reflection and flexed, freaked out by his bicep being larger than his own head.

"see, its already awesome, see you later dude"

The three bodybuilders started walking out of the changing room

"no WAIT!!"

Tyson ran over to his bag feeling the weight of his new body with every step and feeling his hard muscles bounce. He leant over and swung his bag over his shoulder. He watched as the door closed behind the three and he ran to catch up. Every step was a chore, it was like an entire workout for just one leg to hold up the weight of his new massive body.

By the time he reached the door Tyson doubled over gasping for air, he placed his giant meaty hand on the wall and slid down the the floor, he had only run a few feet but it felt like he had just done and three hours of cardio without a break, he felt the sweat running down his back and struggled to come up with a reason anyone would want to be this big, why guys would dedicate their lives to become titans.

it took 15 minutes, for Tyson to catch his breath and stand up again and by the time that happened the three he was after were already gone, he walked through the gym defeated hoping nobody would recognise him. He made it to the turn gate and as he went to go through he felt a hard pressing against his shoulders. Not at all used to his new size Tyson hadn't adjusted the angle that he approached the gate and found himself stuck between the two steel bars. Tyson pushed with his back leg but didn't realise the power behind his colossal quads as he easily pushed himself out but he couldn't stop the moment and he came tumbling forward face first onto the floor in front and multiple gym attendants.

"woah, you okay big guy" one of them asked,

Tyson looked up and saw the other two doing their best not to laugh.

"yeah I'm fine!" Tyson tried to get up as fast as he could but the sheer weight of his frame meant it was an awkward step by step process that took almost a whole minute.

Tyson quickly raced out the doors as fast as his could but once again misjudged his giant muscles and his two shoulders slammed into the automatic doors not realising they weren't wide enough for him. A loud bang rang out and Tyson looked back as the glass automatic doors wobbled and shook, and ounce more pressure and they would have surely crashed down around him.

Tyson waddled through the car park desperate to get to his car. Swinging open the door he quickly realised why he had never seen a bodybuilder in a sleek sports car, he didn't fit, just one leg stepped in and there wasn't any more room for him to squeeze in. He tried everything, moving the seat back, moving the wheel up, but still he didn't fit. After about 10 minutes of doing everything he could think of to get in he just decided to force his way in.

Sliding into the car he felt cramped, and when he closed the driver's door it bounced off his arm and swung back open denting the car next to him. Tyson tried again leaning all the way into his car and shutting the door. It shut but as he sat back up he found himself on an awkward angle to the wheel, he tried to adjust himself to roll down the window so he could stick his arm out and get more space but as he placed his arm down on the leather seat to push his own body out the way he heard a loud tearing. His clothes didn't feel loser and he couldn't see what had torn but it sounded bad...

When Tyson arrived home he squeezed himself out of his car, it felt like being freed from a sardine can but as he turned around to shut his door he had found the source of the tearing noise from earlier, in the centre of the seat, directly under where he was, was now a large split right down the leather, seats that cost over a thousand dollars to fix split apart like paper, and that wasn't the worst of it, he looked at the lower back of the seat to see how the leather had warped and swollen from the amount of sweat that had been pressed against it.

"AW MAN" Tyson moaned slammed his car door, not realising the force his arms were able to put behind it and as the door lodged into place his hand carried the momentum behind it straight into the metal of the car leaving a large dent from his palm.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME"

Tyson stormed over to his front door just wanting the day to end. He pulled up his keys to the front door and fumbled for a few minutes as he struggled to sort though them with his massive meaty fingers, finally he got in the door and shut it behind him as gently as he could which still resulted in a slam.

His stomach let out a loud groan, he had never felt so hungry so sudden in his life, Tyson tried to walk to the kitchen but realised it was more of a waddle has his massive muscular thighs slammed into each other. Arriving in front of his fridge he opened it up and grabbed one of his already made meals out and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He watched in spinning round and heard his stomach grumble as the 2 minutes felt like an entirety. Finally he heard the beep and opened up the microwave to devour his meal. What normally would have left him feeling full for hours didn't even make a dent in his hunger. Tyson opened up his fridge and moved on to his next meal without even heating it up, then another, then a protein shake to wash it down, then another meal and a couple apples, along with a banana or two, and of course he had to pull some of the muffins out of the freezer to defrost to have a bit later.

Tyson sat on his couch, feeling groggy and finally full. He looked around him, plates, protein shakers, wrappers and plastic containers were spread out all over his lounge room from the floor to the coffee table. He felt so heavy he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to pass out on his couch and go to sleep. As his eyes began to drift close...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The loudest belch he had ever heard forced him to jolt awake.

"aw fuc-uuuuUUURRPPP, this place is a mess"

Tyson finally realised he had trashed his lounge room in his feeding frenzy, he got up to try and clean but he didn't get very far. His body was so massive it was hard to move between his furniture and it was hard for him to constantly bend down to pick stuff up. On his second trip back from the kitchen to clean the last of the mess he finally noticed where he had been sitting, and the enormous sweat patch pressed into the fabric.

He pulled his tight tank top out from his body realising it looked like he had never washed it in his life.

"god, I need a fucking shower"

He made his way down the hall to the bathroom where he was shocked by his own reflection. He knew he had been turned into a hulking behemoth but, he looked like a completely different person now. His tank top was tight and clung to his body as his pecs hung out the sides. It was covered in sweat patches and strains from spilt protein shakes and food. His face was covered in a coat of sweat and his hair was oiler than he'd ever seen before. Tyson's gut churned as he let out another belch. He suddenly felt a tightness in his pants and he got hard.

"what the fuck..."

Tyson lifted up one arm to flex his bicep, he watched the sweat running down from his pits to his lats, he swallowed a quick gulp of air expecting maybe a small burp but was greeted with a massive room shaking belch. Tyson couldn't help it, he got rock solid staring at his sweaty body and hearing his own manly belching.

He worked his hand down awkwardly to his dick and started to pleasure himself.

He couldn't work it out, he missed his perfect body, he missed his old self, he was grossed out by being such a freak but god he was too horny to not please himself.

Right before his big moment he felt a wave of heat surge out into his body, his clothes felt tighter and suddenly the left strap of his tank top snapped as his shoulder, pec and arm practically doubled in size.

"AAH NO, NO NOT AGAIN"

Tyson watched as his dirty tank was torn to shreds by his growing body. His shorts felt tighter and tighter, soon he felt the sound of ripping fabric. As he turned to the side to inspect his growing legs he saw as his muscled ass split his pants in the back and the fabric quickly tore through making his shorts look like a bad loin clothe prop from a Halloween costume.

"OH FUCK NO, STOP, STOP AHHHH"

Tyson could only watch as his body continued to rapidly grow in the mirror...

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3 weeks later

Tyson leant back on the workout bench groaning and gasping for air. It was the most he had ever lifted, not that he wanted to get bigger but it was the only thing he could do with his day at this point.

He heard the noise of 3 guys cheering as Mark, Jayce and Dyaln approached him.

"HEY BIG MAN" Said Mark

"oh great, what do you guys want"

"relax big guy, just wanted to bring you a snack" Dylan laughed as he pulled out a paper bag of drive through crispy chicken and handed it to Tyson.

"Dont forget to wash it down" said Jayce handing him a protein shake

Tyson didn't have the will power to hold back, his new muscle and size burnt so much fuel from simple existing he was practically starving constantly. He immediately reached into the bag and started eating as much as he could as fast as he could, washing it down with a swig of the protein shake, only taking breaks to gasp for air.

A river of chocolate protein ran down his cheek and dripped onto his XXXL tank top, which looked more like a medium crop top on him.

A young handsome gym attendant walked over to the group with a smile on his face.

"hey guys, just a reminder, you can't eat like that in here save it for outside okay" He smiled as he looked straight into Tyson's eyes.

Tyson's mind was racing, this guy was the most handsome guy he had ever seen in his life, we wanted to apologise for being such a slob, hell, he wanted to ask the guy on a date.

Tyson rubbed the crumbs and protein from his mouth away with the back of his hand and opened his mouth. Immediately he gritted his teeth and almost by instinct at this point cocked the side of his mouth open.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!

Tyson couldn't help but belch and burp as he struggled to get a word out.

"bro..that's nasty" the gym attendant laughed as he walked away.

Mark, Jayce and Dylan all erupted with laughter.

"DUUUUUUDDEEEE" yelled Dylan

"You aren't gonna get a date like that dude I tell you that" laughed Jayce

"They probably wouldn't date him even if he didn't burp every couple of minutes, I mean who wants to date a bodybuilder freak right guys" Mark laughed as he rubbed Tyson's shoulders

"Yeah, you're right Mark, nobody wants a freak like Tyson" Dylan chuckled.

Tyson couldn't control it, the sound of their laughter, the way the three called him a freak and a slob. His dick got hard and he felt as a mixture of pre and cum leaked into his underwear.

They were never going to change him back, he was going to be stuck as this good for nothing muscle pig, forever....

he threw himself back down on the bench..

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

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Write a story about a man so muscular, huge pecs, that makes a straight man cross over!!!

Falling For His Chest

I love being straight. It’s not just about being attracted to women, I’m very comfortable in my sexuality but I am not some fuckboy. What I love about being straight is the relationships I have with other guys, my bros. Without sexuality in the way, I can forge pure friendships with my bros. Friendships that are deep and vulnerable, yet are fun and boisterous; unafraid to be our most masculine selves.

It may come as no surprise that the gym is essentially my second home. One thing I care deeply about is growth. I have no interest in being friends with guys who aren’t interested in personal growth. My bros and I, we share a dedication to personal development, especially with our bodies. I don’t care where any guy is at with their life, what matters is the desire and the willingness to keep improving themselves every single day. That’s the difference between a guy and bro to me.

I mention all this because there is this new guy in the office. First thing I notice as he walks in is his huge manly chest that is straining against his shirt. This guy is a total bro with his big chest, big arms, big legs, big glutes; all stretching out his tight work clothes.

We hit it off immediately. We talk about the gym and what workouts we do as well as dieting. It isn’t long before I tell him to let those big pecs breathe and he unbuttons his shirt revealing his amazing chest. He starts grabbing his own pecs, so proud of his body. As he should be, he worked hard for them. After that exchange we lock in a workout together at the gym after work.

I can’t focus on my work for the rest of the day. My thoughts are filled with the image of him groping his own pecs. There was something really sensual about the way he was so focused on feeling the mass of that thick chest of his. Completely in the moment, admiring his own greatness. I can’t help but grab own large pecs under my shirt, and I feel a warmth in my crotch as I think about how big I am.

After what felt like an eternity, the work day ended and it was finally time to meet up with my co-worker at the gym. It's chest day for him and I’m happy to join him in that. I get to spot him as he bench presses like a god. I stare at his massive chest while he methodically moves the heavy weight up and down. I don’t even realise as my crotch slowly begins to obscure my view of his face.

After we both finish up, my coworker gives me a strange cocky look. “You clearly like what you see,” he says with a grin.

“Of course bro, you are a work of art!” It’s true. He is standing there glistening with a heavenly glow like some combination of super model and god.

“Go on, have a feel. I know you want to.” He takes off his gym shirt as he says this.

I don’t hesitate to reach for his chest. The friction I feel as I glide across his chest hair is at odds with his sweat which helps my hand slide over his chest even more smoothly. As I reach the end of his expansive chest, I stop to give one of his pecs a grab. I shake that beefy pec in my hand, feeling the hard strength of the muscle which also has a soft cushiony quality to it.

My whole world is zoned into his chest and I’m shaken out of it when he grabs my crotch. I had not realised the tent that had formed in my shorts during this exchange, but he had realised and took the opportunity. It feels weird to have my cock stroked through the thin fabric of my shorts by this man, but at this moment I don’t question it.

“Shall we go to my place?” I nod at his proposition.

Fast forward a little bit to where I am now, where I have the perfect view of him. His defined six pack abs are like a road which my gaze journeys up to the underside of his perfect chest. His mountainous pecs frame his gorgeous face with his hands behind his head, angling that face towards me. This also gives me a view of his large arms which have a tuft of dark pit hair peeking out underneath them beside those glorious pecs. His is mouth slightly agape and eyes twitch as he basks in the ecstasy of having his fat cock slide in and out of my throat.

The next day at work, I greet him with a passionate kiss on the lips for the whole office to see. This is my bro and I’m his bro. I am not ashamed of this despite the shock and surprise of those around me. I struggle to imagine a time without him or his chest, even though I just met him yesterday.

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The hair, the size, the nipples, everything about 📸 @jay.cottz‘s pecs is perfect.

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You cannot hide these fat muscle pecs under a shirt anymore, but you cannot run around half-naked in the gym either. All the other guys would try sucking them … but maybe that would make them even bigger!

Definitely worth a try!

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"... that's a lot of meat"

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Life-Changing Massage

“Take off your clothes and lie down on the massage table. I’ll be with you in one moment”

“Take off my clothes? You’re not gay, are you?” Danny nervously laughed unbuttoning his shirt.

The masseur rolled his eyes at Danny’s comment.

“No... but you will be” the masseur muttered to himself.

“What?” Danny questioned. “I didn’t hear you”

“Oh nothing, sir. Just lie down and let me get to work.” the masseur smirked deviously.

“You’d be shocked at what these fingers can do. They’re... life changing”

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Danny lay down on the massage table with only a small towel covering his private parts. The masseur began slowly working his hands over Danny’s slender frame.

Danny tried to relax. He wanted to just let go. But he couldn’t help but worry. If any of his bros heard that he was getting a massage from a dude, he would be the butt of jokes for years to come. Danny would rather be known as anything other than gay.

As the masseur lay his hands on Danny’s skin, Danny felt a warm rush flow through his body. It was as if the masseur’s fingertips were sending waves of warm pleasure through Danny’s slender body. The pleasure shot through Danny’s body until...

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh” A long orgasmic moan escaped through Danny’s lips.

“Now, let’s start the real massage” the masseur smirked.

“Wait... this is too gay. I have to leav- OHHHH” Danny was cut off by the sensation of soft lips sucking his nipple.

Danny looked down to see the masseur tenderly sucking on his sensitive nipple. A hot intense pleasure began to formulate around his chest. An orgasmic throbbing pleasure. So intense. So intoxicating. Danny couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. It was too much to handle. The intense tingling orgasmic pleasure began to target his pecs, making them feel heavier. It was almost as if his pecs were... growing.

Danny’s pleasure-filled pecs began to grow bigger. With each suck on his nipple, his pecs grew rounder. His once lean pecs were now soft and perky muscle tits. His nipples fattened, they looked like they were begging to be sucked. The pleasure only grew in Danny’s pecs as his moans grew louder and more intense. But the masseur wouldn’t stop. He kept sucking.

Danny’s once nonexistent pecs were now massive. So big and fat. Danny’s chest looked like it was just begging to be titty fucked. His meaty pecs yearned to have a man blow his thick potent alpha load on them. It’s what they were designed for.

Deep down Danny was scared. How was this man causing him so much pleasure? This man was making him feel more pleasure than any woman ever had. Was Danny... gay? No, he couldn’t have been. Danny had never even thought of men sexually before now. He had never even thought of their... big hard cocks between his juicy tits. He had never fantasised about sucking big fat cocks or... shoving dildos up his ass. But now, just the thought of it makes his cock twitch.

“You may lie face down now” the masseur commanded

Danny’s body obediently flipped itself over. Danny now lay on his new juicy pecs. Danny let out a moan as his big sensitive nipples brushed off the massage table.

“Now. Let’s show everyone how fertile you really are”

The masseur then lay his magical hands on Danny’s flat bottom. The fear set in. Danny knew what was coming. But what scared Danny even more was... he was excited for it.

Pleasure filled Danny’s flat bottom as it inflated in size. Growing big and round. His ass grew rounder and softer. His hips widened to accommodate for his new gargantuan sized booty. It grew bigger and bigger until it was bigger than any ass he’d ever seen. His once flat bottom was now a fat fuckable booty.

As the pleasure subsided, Danny’s rational mind resurfaced. Danny knew he had to escape. He threw himself off the massage table and onto the floor. His big ass and juicy pecs jiggled hypnotically as he hit the floor.

“That’s it, dumbslut. Shake that fertile ass”

The masseur picked up the himbo and lay him back down on the massage table. Before Danny could resist, the masseur ran his fingers over Danny’s face.

“Let’s massage that face of yours, shall we?”

The heated pleasure filled Danny’s face. His lips began plumping up, becoming the most fuckable dick sucking lips anyone had ever seen. Danny’s face became more angular. His jaw sharpened. Facial hair began sprouting on his young 19 year old face. A big thick mustache formed above his big lips. The hair spread further down his body covering his perky tits and defined six pack in a pelt of hair. His body began beefing up. His biceps grew bigger and his shoulders broadened.

He looked like the most fuckable muscle stud.

“I think we’re done here.” the masseur smugly grinned.

Danny stepped off the massage table and put his two massive feet on the ground. Danny stared at his insanely fuckable body in the mirror.

“What did you do to me?!” Danny exclaimed through his pouty lips. “Change me back! I’m begging you!”

“Change you back?” the masseur questioned. “What’re you talking about? You’ve always been like this.”

Danny’s head began aching. The words of the masseur buried themselves deep inside Danny’s mind.

“What? No... no, I haven’t”

“Yes, you have. You’ve always been a big, gay, dumb, balloon titted himbo.” The masseur pulled on Danny’s sensitive nipple, eliciting a soft moan from Danny’s big lips.

There was a long silence. Danny’s identity slowly faded away, becoming nothing more than drool inside his big dumb mouth. Danny’s face became so vacant. So dumb. His jaw hanged open as he began breathing only through his mouth. He looked so empty and relaxed. The more IQ he lost, the more drool formed in his mouth. He got dumber and dumber until his personality, his heterosexuality and all his memories leaked out of his mouth and fell onto the wooden floor, creating a big puddle of drool.

“So Danny, I think we’re done here. How was that?” The masseur looked at Danny smugly.

Danny’s face lit up as he giggled dumbly. His big tits and fat ass jiggled.

“That was, like, so totally fucking awesome hehe”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Danny.”

“Next time you should, like, totally fuck my big bubble butt, hehehe”

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And so, the homophobe lived out the rest of his life as a dumb gay balloon titted himbo. The slut can’t go an hour without fingering himself, shoving a dildo up his ass or getting ravenously fucked by sexy daddies on Grindr.

Danny has become a regular at the spa, getting at least two massages every week. However, the masseur only likes to focus on massaging one specific part of Danny’s body.

His prostate.