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Hey bro, great page! I would like to ask for a little transformation for myself. You know, I always wanted to be a really big bodybuilder, massive, huge, gargantuan. With muscles so big they limit my mobility. A huge mountain of muscle with big feet and I don’t say anything against a big roid gut or extreme body hair either, or having a low IQ haha I mean who needs to think that much if the muscles are that huge? Would be nice if you could help me with it, and have much fun with me ;)

Thank you. You asked for a 'little transformation', but let's see just how little it will be...

Growth Radio

You speed down the highway. One-way road to Growth Town – that stupid yet pleasant thought always bouncing around in your head. Pump-up tunes blast in your ears, your heart pounding in rhythm with the bass.

Suddenly, your headphones crackle. The music dies.

A deep, sensual voice slides in, smooth as silk and dark as the night:

Welcome to Growth Radio.

What the hell? You reach to yank your headphones off—

Easy now, big boy. No need to hide. You want this, don’t you? You’ve always wanted to be bigger.

The words drip into your ear like warm honey, coiling around your spine, making your chest squeeze tight. Before you know it, you nod.

Your pecs swell under your shirt, inflating like hot balloons. Your fingers scramble at the seatbelt, the strap cutting deeper as your chest pushes outwards.

Not just big… you crave gargantuan. Isn’t that right?

SNAP!

The seatbelt bursts apart. You moan in relief, feeling your chest surge out. Your pecs jiggle with dense, heavy mass and push up against the steering wheel.

A beast like you needs arms to match.

Your sleeves strangle your thickening arms. Biceps swell into mountainous peaks; triceps expand into meaty slabs. A lazy flex – rrrippp – your sleeves surrender, splitting wide as your titanic guns claim their freedom.

Oh yes… feel that. You love it, don’t you? Good boy. Now it’s gut time.

Your abs harden into stone, then push outward, bloating into a glorious roid gut. You grunt, intense pressure building deep in your gut. Your belly slams into the steering wheel, pinning you to the seat.

Let’s not forget those legs. Can’t skip leg day, champion.

Your glutes inflate, lifting you higher, spreading across the seat like two overinflated airbags. Thighs pulse thicker and thicker, pushing wide until they grind together.

Even those feet… let them breathe, baby.

BOOM. 

Your shoes explode, toes bursting free, feet stretching too huge to keep control of the pedals.

Wider… broader… fill it all.

Your back stretches, lats flare out like wings, arms forced permanently outward. The steering wheel’s a lost cause. The car groans as your frame swallows up the space.

Show off for me, muscle monster.

The fabric of your shirt, stretched thin by your rapid growth, lets out one final groan before rrriiiiiPPP! It tears into a thousand pieces, the sound pure music as your glistening skin drinks in the cool air.

Let’s perfect that handsome face…

Your jaw sharpens, cheeks puffing out with muscle. A beard sprouts, scratching across your skin, rough and wild. 

Finally… your mind. Carve away the clutter. Fill it with nothing but hunger.

Your brain lights up, a festival of neural fireworks. Memories stripped clean, primal instinct fills the void like wet cement poured into your skull. All that’s left: muscles, growth, hunger.

Excellent. No need for thoughts… only my voi—

SNAP! Your massive skull shatters the headphones. The voice cuts out. Pure, dumb, blissful silence fills your mind.

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The car rolls to a stop, the pedals useless under your giant feet. Horns blare. You growl. 

One casual shove – CRUNCH – the door rips clean off. You force yourself free. Onlookers gasp you as you rise, titanic, looming above your crumpled car.

You waddle toward the only place you know: the gym. A hulking monument to muscle, arms splayed wide, gut swaying, boulder-like pecs bouncing with each step. The pavement cracks under your weight.

Not a single thought left, just raw instinct. 

The gym doors slide open. Cool air rushes over your sweaty, swollen mass, pure bliss on your overheated skin.

“Me… bigger,” you rumble, voice deep, dumb and hungry.

You inhale. The salty, sweaty air of iron and effort floods your senses. 

The smell of home. The smell of growth.

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Even though it didn't win the poll, would Flat(Ulence) Mates week 4 still be a thing? Definitely an absolute favorite of mine and would kill to see more

Yes it will be and glad you like it! I can’t guarantee when but I do have plans for it, and maybe even a week 5…

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Drink Your Milk (Part 3)

(Part 2)

A week had passed since you and Riley renovated that old apartment building. Your combined size and hunger too grand for its flimsy construction. Honestly, they should thank you both, better to uncover the structural flaws now than years later.

Now, the two of you live in the only place big enough to contain your bulk: a massive, reinforced barn deep in the countryside.

Inside, the air was heavy and humid, thick as a sauna, reeking of sweat, musk and sour milk. You sprawled across a bed of crushed hay bales, signalling Riley to join you. He waddled slowly over, the floorboards groaning under his colossal heft.

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Riley dropped beside you with a ground-shaking THUD, the barn quaking in protest. You turned to him, heart swelling with affection. His sweat-coated chest hair glistened in the dim light, his armpits dense jungles of damp, musky curls. The scent rolling off him was pungent and primal, an intoxicating mix of man and milk.

“Remember when we used to think that tiny apartment was big?” you rumbled, your deep voice making the walls tremble.

Riley snorted. “Babe, we didn’t just outgrow it, we demolished that place.” His big hand landed on your shoulder, squeezing affectionately. “God, the landlord’s face when we squeezed out the front door…”

“And then you let rip that fart that finally crumbled the whole thing down into dust. They can rebuild it all they want, but our stink’s gonna haunt that place forever.”

You both burst into booming laughter, the sound rattling the rafters and shaking loose clouds of dust. As the laughter faded, you nuzzled into Riley’s thick neck and basked in the charged silence. His pheromones flooded your nostrils, sliding down your chest and stirring heat in your crotch. Your already massive bulge swelled with desire.

You were just as big, just as hairy, and just as outrageously smelly as him – and you loved it. Your combined bulk filled nearly every inch of the barn, your muscles constantly rubbing, your hands (and noses) always exploring each other. What space your bulk didn’t take up, your stink did. This was home.

Outside, you heard the distant rumble of a truck. The milk tanker you’d ordered.

Riley’s brow lifted, a wicked grin spreading over his face. “You ready, big guy?”

You grinned back. “Oh, I’m ready.”

With a defiant groan of warping timber, the two of you sat up. Together, your thirst burned hotter than ever – fierce, unrelenting, unstoppable.

The driver screeched the tanker to a halt, trembling at the sight of you and Riley barely squeezing out of the comically oversized barn doors.

You patted your hairy belly, licking your lips. “Our snack has arrived.”

The driver stammered, voice shaking. “You’re not… you can’t drink all this… it’s over 8,000 gallons…”

“We’re really thirsty,” Riley said, his stomach growling like distant thunder.

Without another word, you both seized a hose, comically tiny in your hands, like juice straws. You locked eyes and drank.

The instant the milk hit your stomachs, your bodies exploded with growth.

Your bellies inflated like blimps, pecs surged outwards until they blocked your lower view, biceps swelled larger than truck tires, glutes ballooning into twin mountain boulders.

You drained hundreds of gallons in seconds. You watched Riley’s frame swell with each pulse of milk, his traps rising high over his head, his pecs and shoulders swallowing up his gorgeous face. He drank with blissful hunger, eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy.

Your own muscles inflated, competing for space, skin stretched taut, friction intense. Mobility vanished, your body too crowded, but nothing mattered except the hunger – the growth. Cracks spidered beneath your titanic weight as you sank into the earth like quicksand.

The tanker groaned as its frame warped under the drain. Moments later, you both drained it bone-dry, leaving the vehicle slumped and empty like a crushed soda can.

You glanced at the wreck, then Riley. His proud, hungry eyes mirrored your own.

In perfect sync, you let out an earth-shattering BWWWUUUUUURRRRRRRPPP that leveled trees, flattened houses, turned grassy fields a dehydrated orange, and sent parked cars tumbling in a nearby town.

Riley grinned, his voice rumbling across the landscape like an earthquake. “Babe… we’re just getting started.”

With the little movement his bulk allowed, Riley lifted one arm revealing an armpit so hairy, so drenched, so overpoweringly rank that it released visible plumes of odour. It smelt like pure testosterone brewed into a cologne so strong it could melt steel – and it drove you absolutely wild.

“Bro,” you boomed, your voice shaking the distant hills. “You smell so good I’m about to blow the hottest, thickest load known to man.”

He shot you a wicked grin that made your enormous heart pound with love.

Together, you trudged back to the barn, your sweat-soaked bodies turning the earth beneath you into a muddy swamp. When you reached it, the bottoms of your pecs rested gently on the roof. You tapped it softly with a single finger and the structure crumpled like a bundle of matchsticks.

“Remember when we used to think that tiny barn was big?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” Riley smirked. “That was half an hour ago.”

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Poll: Story Sequel

I am going to try out doing some polls and see if they work well or not.

I tend to come up with a lot of ideas for sequels as I write stories so I was wondering which of these stories of mine you would like to see a sequel of. As always I write quite inconsistently, but I will try my best to prioritise the option you all select.

I am excited to see how my first poll goes :)

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can you make me a big himbo who farts out his intelligence through his growing bubble butt?

This transformation turned into a bit more of a full story, hope you enjoy :)

From Straight As to F(art)s

BRRRRRRRTTTTTTT

You stand in the freezer aisle of your local supermarket staring at the food vacantly. You have no idea what you needed to get from this aisle. No matter how hard you try to remember, all you get is a hazy feeling in your head. You smell something rotten in the air and you think it must be the frozen food, completely clueless that you just gassed out the entire aisle. You walk out of the supermarket empty handed despite having made a grocery list for yourself before coming here.

You feel a little funny as you walk but you can’t quite place anything. In reality, a new layer of fat has been added to your butt and it is struggling with the limited space it has to work with in your pants. You get a few more glances in your direction than normal, but you are oblivious. You are struggling to remember how to get back home, let alone think about what anyone else is doing. You can’t even remember begging to be transformed.

It is such great timing as you have an exam tomorrow for your university maths class. Instead of stressing about cramming in some last minute study, you take the evening to relax and think about anything else. You have studied so much already for this exam, there is no way you are going to fail…

You take your seat at the back of the examination hall. It is not where you have been assigned to sit, but one of the exam invigilators generously let you slip into the back while the instructions for the exam are still being read out.

You can’t help but think about how your seat is extra cushiony, and think about how great it is that you arrived late and got one of the comfy seats at the back. Of course, the seat was like all the others in the hall. It is a cheap plastic chair that is designed more to be stackable and inexpensive than to provide any comfort. Your big butt makes the chair very comfortable for you and you sit there with a big smile across your face while everyone else is anxiously waiting to see what cruel questions are in the exam paper.

You flip open the paper and all the questions look like hieroglyphics to you. You slowly manage to tap into your mathematical muscle memory and solve the first equation. You remember the lecturer saying the first few questions were really just there to ease you into the exam but they felt so tough. Just as you think you can figure out the second question a soft pfffffffttttttt slips out between your cheeks.

You were on the cusp of solving that equation but you completely lost track of where your mind was at. After far too long you finally have a breakthrough and start writing down the answer. FRRRRRRRAAAPPP! A few people around you chuckle, while others look annoyed. The invigilator who let you come in late gives you a stern glance before turning his attention elsewhere. You look at your page and realise you interrupted yourself midway through writing your answer. 

You can’t figure out what you were writing down, so you decide to try your luck with the next question. This one isn’t too bad all you need to do is– PRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT! You look up to see that same invigilator staring at you angrily. “Do you think this is some kinda joke? You were lucky to even be let into this exam.”

The invigilator grumpily struts away after you give him a nod. You look down at your paper and are unable to even read the big numbers anymore. So you decide to entertain yourself to pass the time. You call out to that invigilator: “Hey I’ve got a joke for you.” He turns around in a flash and at that same moment you lift up one of your legs and let rip a BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPP!

Your peers are pinching their noses as you’re escorted out by security. Just as you are about to go through the exit you yell out: “Maths stinks!” You follow this up with a bomb.

THWRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRPP!

The next day you are called in to have a chat with someone from the university. “We have brought you in today to have a chat about the incident that occurred at yesterday’s exam.” You don’t register the guy’s words as you are thinking about the fact that this seat is even more comfortable than the one yesterday. “Everyone has to re-sit that exam thanks to your little stunt.”

“Damn I stunk out that place so badly they couldn’t even finish. That’s awesome. Haha, I bet it still reeks in there.”

“Do you think this is funny? This really isn’t a laughing matter. You may very well be expelled due to this.”

“Funny? It’s hilarious dude! Aren’t you supposed to be all smart and stuff. Everyone knows how funny farts are.” The man sits there and tries to compose himself. “Oh I get it, you all think you are too smart. That’s what I hate about you smart guys, you think you are above everyone. Well here is what I think about you and this stupid university.”

You pull your pants down revealing two massive cheeks. You have a giant bubble butt that you didn’t even know you had. You squat down and start straining…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMPHFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!

To your surprise the man starts laughing hysterically, and you join in too. “I was going to expel you but you are too valuable for us to give up!” The man walks over, grabs one of your cheeks and wobbles the copious amount of fat on it back and forth. “Your ass is growing as we speak. Yes, we need to research you, you are a fine specimen indeed.” 

You have no idea what he is talking about so you respond in the only way you know how.

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

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Dude your stories are amazing. I’d love to turn into your typically smelly frat bro, think you could help me out? I don’t mind being a former frat bro either hehe

Thanks :) I would be more than happy to help you out

Smells Like Confidence

With a click of a finger your wish has come true. You feel something else click; your jaw. It has sharpened dramatically into what could only be described as an ‘aesthetic’ shape. Your change in facial structure has meant that your lips are permanently pulled back into a cocky grin. Brown hairs pierce through the skin on your razor sharp jawline and above your now perpetually smug smirk. You have the face of a typical frat bro who knows he is hot and loves it.

You don’t even have to think about putting on a wife beater, a backwards cap and a douchey chain necklace. It is your natural aesthetic. Your body grows to fill out the wife beater. A strong chest pokes out between the straps which straddle onto your now large traps. Big shoulders and arms burst out from the sides. The rest of your body reaps the benefits too. Your abs carve out a clear eight-pack into your core, your legs thicken up with powerful muscle, and even your glutes gain a generous amount of mass making your ass stretch out towards dump truck territory. That’s not all, as your feet stretch out to become three shoe sizes bigger than before and your spine cracks and twists as it adjusts to your new height of six foot four. You feel your balls start to hang lower as they become heavier, swelling up into two large, plump orbs. Finally, your precious cock fattens up and adds more than a few inches to its length, so that it now dangles even lower than your hefty balls.

Now it’s time for you to experience the aspect of your new frat aesthetic that you desperately yearned for the most; your smell. You notice an intense itchy and damp sensation coming from your armpits. You lift your arm up and unleash a wave of masculine odour that floods into your nose, whose wide nostrils and symmetric shape has not been spared from turning completely ‘aesthetic’. To no one’s surprise you love your foul yet incredibly manly scent.

This transformation melts your brain, and in doing so destroys so many worthless memories and habits that have been damaging you for so long. Using deodorant, doing laundry, taking post-gym showers, caring what others think; gone. But don’t worry, there is still plenty left floating around in the puddle of a brain that you have. You still know how to lift weights and flex your muscles. You get incredibly aroused whenever you catch a whiff of yourself, which is often as the potency of your odour is increasing with each passing hour. All you can think is that you smell like a man, and that being a man is so good. 

Your cocky grin beams even wider as you notice people staring at you everywhere you go. You have a powerful scent that turns heads and a god-like body that keeps eyes on you. Whether it's disgust or lust that your body invokes, it doesn’t matter, as all the attention fuels your already overblown ego. That same ego that loves that people can smell you long before they can see you, that loves that your stink lingers on everything you interact with even long after you are gone.

Socially, you are a tyrant. Most people can’t stand you and for very valid reasons. Luckily you have developed a tight circle of friends who are very similar to you. One of your new favourite pastimes is hanging out with your bros and watching sports as you down beers and protein shakes. They aren’t judgmental about you like the rest of society and don’t give you snarky looks when you let out a BUUUUURRRRRP after chugging a beer or let rip a BRRRRRAAAAAP after drinking too many protein shakes. In fact, they encourage it and join in too. It goes to show how comfortable you and your new friends are with your body. You embrace that which the rest of society thinks is foul, you embrace your true masculinity.

This hobby of yours doesn’t take long to show its effects on your body. Your once shredded and aesthetic physique gets replaced with a thicker, stockier build. All those beers and protein shakes have bloated your body. Your confidence however has taken no such hit. You still think you're the best thing in this world, and you will never change your mind.

This extra padding has come with the side-effect of making your body produce an endless amount of sweat. You make dry clothes turn sopping wet within minutes, of course you still have no inclination to do laundry. You put permanent sweat stains on everything piece of furniture you touch, your favourite sofa is now just a sponge that hopelessly tries to absorb all your sweat.

The best part of this is how much smellier it makes you. You’re a walking health hazard that can make someone pass out just by being too close to you. All this sweat has only made you thirstier too. Your beer and protein shake consumption goes through the roof. Your stomach is constantly in a losing battle trying to digest all that yeast and protein. So, your belches have become louder than a lion’s war and your farts are now literal bombs. 

Looks like I made you into a bit more than just a ‘typical’ smelly frat bro. But I think you can see how slippery the slope is once you start going down that path. Just like a frat bro, I am not one to take half measures, so enjoy your new life as a bloated, smelly freak. It’s not like you know any better anymore.

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Make me into a nice, sexy silver fox bodybuilder with lots of flatulence please

Silver Fox Swelling

Look at you. So young, fit and handsome. Wanting to be changed into a sexy silver fox, bit of a strange request wishing your youth away like this. Daddies are in at the very least.

And just like that you are changed forever. You look in the mirror and you still look the same. But you feel this odd sensation, like you are being pumped full of something. Your veins become very prominent and you can feel raw power flowing through them. Your arms start to swell, followed by your chest, then your legs too.

This is just what you wanted isn’t it. The feeling of being huge. Well it’s only just begun. You continue to blow up, even your shorts get tighter as your bulge grows. Your abs become a clear six pack and you feel this mass growing behind them.

BRAAAAP!

What was that? Oh must be nothing. That pressure behind your abs seems to have eased. You are able to see the stubble on your face grow in real time. As years and years of workouts you never have to do fill up your body, that growing stubble also accelerates into a salt and pepper beard. That pressure behind your abs swells up again like the rest of you.

BRRRAAAAAAAAAP!

It’s not just years of workouts that you are experiencing, it’s years of protein consumption too! You grab your bloated stomach and I can’t help but wonder if you are regretting this. Did you realise your digestive system was going to take such a hit? Don’t worry, it’s only irrevocably damaged and it’s only going to get worse. As your beard turns a full silver-grey, your bowels have turned into that of a dad.

BRRRRRP! BRRRRRT! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!

Yep, hope you like constant, deep dad farts. Your muscles are undergoing their last wave of growth and you may hardly be able to notice as the build-up of gas inside you seems to overshadow those gains. I only have about a decade left of pure protein to corrupt your stomach with.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT–BRRRRRAAAAAAAAP!

I can’t help but notice you smiling. BRAAAAAAP! Don’t tell me you were hoping for this gassy side-effect all along. PRRRRRRRTTT! I should have guessed as much. BRRRPPPPPPP! You really wanted the full daddy experience and now you’ve got it. BRAAAP! With one big push you expel all that pent up gas…

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!

With your stomach settled for a short moment you stand there admiring your beefy silver fox body. You love your new body, stretched with strong experienced muscle. Your thick silver beard suits you so well. Seeing you like this I can’t help but feel bad about all the years you’ve lost, so I’ve decided to give you the vitality of your younger self. Now you have years to play around as the sexiest daddy in town.

All I will do in return is turn up the dial on the dad gas just a bit further. You lift up your leg and I can see the pleasure in your face as you let out a deep BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP! Looks like you’ve gotten the best of both worlds today. Lucky you. Just try not to scare away those hot young hunks who will be flinging themselves at you with your gas.

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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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Flat(ulence)mates - Week 3

(Week 2)

Bobby had flown under my radar until this last week. Ironically, this was because Bobby’s farts fell into the category of silent but deadly. I suppose I never noticed that I had never actually heard Bobby’s farts between Tom’s loud ones and Zeke’s constant ones. While I never heard them I definitely smelt them. I think I owe a partial apology to Zeke for contributing the general stink of the house to him when it was Bobby who had marked every surface with his nauseating gas.

Even as a person, Bobby was far more subdued than the other two. I need not mention how boisterous Tom is, although I have noticed that he doesn’t target me directly with his antics. His target is the whole world. He really doesn’t discriminate. As for Zeke, he is the air-head of the house and can easily get caught up in anything, but it was usually Tom’s hijinks that he gets dragged into. How ironic that Bobby is the quietest yet the whole house smells distinctly of him.

To add to this, I have discovered that Bobby can be quite sensitive. At the start of the week he approached me by himself. “Hey, I can tell that you feel like you don’t fit in with this house.” Of course, it doesn’t take an expert to notice that, but it was what he said next… “This house is for all of us, so I want us to all feel a part of it. You might not be into the gym or watching sports or really into any of that typical bro-y kind of stuff we are into. But that’s okay, we just need to find something that we all have in common.”

My response was something along the lines of: look, I’m not sure there really is much that we have in common and that’s that. Deep down, I found his words touching and I secretly longed to be accepted by them as much as they all frustrated me on principle.

That interaction almost made me forget that Bobby was still quite a ‘bro’, if it wasn’t for what happened the day after. “It’s so hot in here!” Bobby said this frantically as he started taking off his clothes. “Seriously guys, it’s like a thousand degrees in here, how are you guys not sweating?” Bobby was acting very strange, it was stuffy and a bit hot but nothing crazy. He stripped down until he was just in his underwear. His big muscular body glistened in his own heat and his underwear had a large area around his crack darkened by his sweat.

Rumble. That wasn’t a fart but a… stomach rumble? Bobby grimaced and looked like he was really suffering now. I wanted to check if he was alright. “Oh shit, get away, he is gonna blow!” I remember thinking: what are those two up to now, best to ignore them. Bobby was bent over his bed and he was panting now, he must have had bad stomach cramps. He turned around enough to look into my eyes and muttered: “Sorry.” 

BOOOOMPF!!!

Deafening and sharp like a bang. I was frozen in place from shock, unable to escape what came next: the odour. It hit me like a brick wall. I had never smelt anything so putrid, so rancid, so purely foul. An evil concoction of digested diary, meat and whey. If I had to give it a flavour it would be ‘fermented protein with homebrewed sulfur’. I didn’t have time to think about this, or about the obvious connection to his nickname ‘Bomb’, before I hit the ground.

Bobby, being the person he is, was very apologetic about the situation and was the one who tripled checked I was okay after I passed out. I wasn’t mad. All I could think was: you couldn’t help that, that is just who you are. He didn’t mean to annihilate me like that. Just like Zeke can’t help that he is a gassy person and Tom can’t help that he is really a prankster by nature (a good-hearted one at least).

Today, I experienced something a bit like Bobby, albeit on a smaller scale. I was in the kitchen when I felt something bubbling up in my stomach. I realised too late that I was about to let one rip, and right in front of everyone I… 

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPT-PT-PT-PT-PT-PT-PRRRRRT-BWWWWRRRRT!

All four of us had to pick up our jaws from the floor. I had let loose a fart that lasted well over ten seconds. While I was dazed, the others were in a state of speechless awe. They looked like they might erupt into a thunderous roar at any moment. But there was silence until Bobby chimed in with: “No matter how different we are, we all have at least one thing in common: we fart.”

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Hey, just want to say that I really like your stories and I'm looking forward to Flat(ulence) mates: Week 3 with Bobby (the bomb)

That really means a lot to hear this :) I often just write what I'm into at that moment and it's always great to hear there are people out there who really enjoy it I actually drafted part 3 a while ago so now is great time for me to finalise and send it out to.

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Flat(ulence)mates - Week 2

(Week 1)

Things have not gotten better. My only consolation is that little by little I am getting used to this life. That statement may be scarier than it is hopeful. However, it is safe to say that I am getting more used to Tom. Maybe the right phrase is: I’m getting better at ignoring him.

I have a new issue. It would feel wrong to say that Tom’s farts aren’t that bad, but at the very least his farts are so loud and airy that they don’t pack much of a punch in the odour department. I can’t say the same about Zeke. 

Zeke somehow manages to fart even more than Tom and he does it so effortlessly. No matter what he is doing, gas is always escaping him. It is not uncommon when Zeke is walking around the house to hear a DRRT-DOOT-DRWP-DRRT-DOOT-DRWP! that is in perfect rhythm with his footsteps. I know from firsthand experience that it is not good for your nose to walk where Zeke has recently walked, but being cautious isn’t enough. His farts linger – for a long time too – so even when I’m alone in the house it smells like my housemates are never far away.

I will say it has been interesting to observe Zeke more this week. I had initially put all my housemates in the same basket: obnoxious, dumb, loud and well… noxious. But I am starting to learn how they all have their own quirks. Just the other day, Zeke dropped something on the floor and when he bent over a VRRRT! came with it. As he got down on all fours to continue his search he let out a FLLLLLRRRRRBBBBBT! that made his ass wobble like jelly in his grey compression pants. (Was I embarrassed that the image of him on all fours with his butt jiggling uncontrollably was hot to me? Yes.)

Zeke was caught off guard by his fart. “Geez, they can really sneak up on you, can’t they?” I was perplexed by this. Was Zeke really surprised by this given he was almost never not farting? It was this that made me realise that Zeke rarely farted on purpose.

Tom mass produces farts like his life depends on it, he treats them like art, and he derives far too much joy from letting them rip in every moment imaginable. Zeke on the other hand farts a lot because he’s just a really gassy guy. I felt a bit of guilt for getting so frustrated with someone who can’t seem to help it. That’s when I thought about his diet which consisted of eggs, milk, beans, far too much meat, and of course a lot of protein shakes. So I thought to myself: maybe this is avoidable. (Although Tom and Bobby share an almost identical diet and their bodies react quite differently.)

What intrigues me most about Zeke is that he farts so much that he tunes out most of them. He is oblivious to just how much he farts. Bending over FRRRRP! sitting down DRRRPT! coughing BLAARP! laughing FWRAAP! taking a step DRRT! His life was punctuated with farts. Just yesterday he stubbed his toe against the wall and his butt let out a comedically timed BRAAAAMMMMPFRRRRT! as if reacting to the pain for him. Even I found it a little amusing.

Part of the reason I bring this up now is that just today I bent over to get something from the bottom shelf of the fridge only for a BRRRRT! to slip out of me in front of Zeke. “See! They really do just sneak out of you sometimes.” I was bright red in the face but understood then why Zeke was called ‘Sneak’. I was also beginning to understand that some things in life just happen, and no matter how much those things may stink, you just have to move on.

(Week 3)

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Flat(ulence)mates - Week 1

(Week 2, Week 3)

I hate it here! It’s only been a week at this new place but I am done with it already! I came to this place for cheap rent but I can see why now. The housemates are insufferable! I’m stuck here with three ‘bros’ who take the stereotype of being lazy, untidy, smelly, and thoughtless to the absolute extreme. The house is always a smelly mess and they love farting as much as possible. They even have weekly farting competitions! I didn’t think people this gross existed.

Their names are Tom, Zeke and Bobby, but they all call each other by the nicknames: ‘Trumpet’, ‘Sneak’ and ‘Bomb’. Unfortunately for me, I have gotten to know Tom well. Even more unfortunately, I have come to understand why his nickname is ‘Trumpet’.

On my move-in day when I opened the front door, carrying bags full of all my stuff, I wasn’t met with warm smiles or even a handshake. No, I was greeted by Tom’s big butt pointed towards me followed by a loud BRRAAAAAP! The three of them laughed in hysterics after I was hit by that trumpet-like blast from Tom. After calming down they finally introduced themselves, although things quickly became awkward when they realised I wasn’t amused. Were they really expecting me to laugh along with them!

Did I mention that the three of them were absolute studs? My scrawny self felt awkward enough trying to slot in amongst these buff men, let alone being tormented by their gas all day. Out of the three, Tom was definitely the main tormentor. I’ve been thinking ‘Tormentor’ might be a more fitting nickname for him, but his orchestra of loud, windy farts always seem to prove my idea wrong.

Tom will not stop farting at me and he always finds a way to catch me off guard . When I walk into the corridor I find him bent over and ass up BWWWRRRRRT! or when I enter the living room he is on the couch with his legs in the air BRRRRRAAAP! or even when I’m minding my own business in my room Tom swings open my door BARRROOOOMP! Nowhere was safe.

He really gets off on having us all hear his brass instrument of a behind. “Hey bros listen to this.” He said the other day, lifting up one of his legs and letting rip a BRAAAAAAAAWWWWP! Zeke and Bobby find it impressive and always egg him on. “I’ve got some more music for you boys.” I could see the strain on his face just before he let out a BRAAAP-BROOOMP-BWWWWRRRRRT!

Even just this morning I had a run in with Tom. “Why are you always such a downer?” The comment felt belittling. “I know something that will cheer you up.” He managed to get his butt against my leg and that’s when I knew I was a goner… BWWWWRRRRAAAAAAAAAP! I can still feel the vibrations in my bones now. This place is hell.

(Week 2)

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make a story with a lot of bloating and belches please

Here we go! Ended up putting in more effort than planned, haha. Aches and Gains: What the hell… where am I? Who are all these huge men walking around? Oh that’s right, the gym. I was working out wasn’t I? Yeah, my muscles feel really sore, must have been a killer workout. Pushing myself to my absolute limit, what a legend I am.

Who is this? Someone waving. Oh they are worried. Don’t worry, haha, I’m fine. UURRP! I just take this place seriously, that's all. Needed a quick rest. Vision’s still a little blurry but I’m getting there.

Now where was I? Just finished a set or did I finish my whole workout? Yeah I’m so sore I must be done. Especially my abs, they are really tight. I guess it was a core day. BUURRP! Oh that feels much better. I can get up now.

Whoo! I’m starting to feel alive again. Let's check out my pump in the mirror. Bet I’m looking real huge today. This shirt is kinda hard to get off, it’s so tight. Must be a crazy pump. Ah, there we go!

What the?! I’m freakin’ huge but… why have I lost so much definition?! My belly is so damn bloated! That’s okay, just my protein shake kicking in. No problem. Damn, look at the pecs on me though! Jealous of these bad boys, losers? Hahaha! King of the gym today. UUURRRP! I was already big and now I’m even bigger! URP!

I keep belching. Kinda weird but it relieves the pressure in my belly. I just need to get it all out, and find my abs again, haha. BUUUUURRRRRP! What are they all looking at? Goddamn greatness, that’s what. Oh don’t give me that pissy look staff, this place might as well be mine anyway.

I still haven’t relieved all the pressure in my gut. Aaaahhh! It hurts so much. UUURRRP! It’s like I’m inflating. I can’t get it out quick enough. BUUUURRRRP! Yeah, I know everyone, I don’t want to burp this much, okay. Geez. Everyone is on my case today. Oh great, now a staff member is coming up to me. This is unbelievable, I haven’t done anything wrong. Oh… my protein shake. Yeah guess I left it back there. Thanks. URRPP!

That cleared some room for a bit more protein shake. Bottoms up. Tastes so good. I’m so hungry too. Can’t stop myself from chugging it all. UUUUUUURRRRRRRP! That hit the spot. Hope y’all can smell that, it reeks of stale protein, hahaha. Deserve it for being so judgy.

God! I can feel myself getting bigger. Yes! I’m growing so much, so huge. My gut though… I look like I’ve eaten a five-course meal… twice. Aaaaaahhhhh! So much pressure… need to get it out… now! 

BUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPP!

Looks like I caught someone with that point blank. Looks like they might pass out too. Hey, want another one? UUUURRRRP! Hahahaha! Take this! BUUUUURRRRRP!

WOW! Just caught myself in the reflection and damn! I’m so big, I’m jealous of myself. Look at these huge guns. Boom! This chest keeps getting bigger too. And my back, chef’s kiss. So goddamn wide and perfect! Legs looking thick too! I’m such a beast, let's go! Who cares if I’ve got a big, bloated belly. Bigger is better right. I’d take it any day with these gains. BUUUURRRRAAAAP!

I’m starting to get used to these burps. Feels so nice when I let them out. Like a lion’s roar. So manly. UUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAP! Is this too disgusting for all of you? Well bad luck. BUUURRRP! I’ve got a lot more coming! BAAAAUUUURRRRP! Let me show you all what a beast like me sounds like…

BWWWWWWOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAUUUUUUPPP!

Hahahahaha! This entire gym reeks now! Oh look here, we have a big, strong man coming up to start a fight. I’m the king of this gym, okay bro. Wait, not looking for a fight. Complimenting me? Hell yeah! This big guy gets it. New gym buddy right over here. What’s this? A protein shake. Thanks bro, I actually feel like I need another one.

This is UURRP unbelievable, how BUURRP can a protein OOUURRP taste so damn UURRP good? What has BOOOUUUURRRP he put in this UUURRRP thing? No seriously what is in it? Nevermind. Just a bro helping another bro out by giving him some fuel.

Time to leave. Not sure if this gym can handle me for much longer. This employee at the reception looks pissed, haha. Well I’m gonna tell him what’s on my mind.

BUUUURRRRP-OOOOUUUURRRRAAAAAP-BWWWWWOOOOOUUUUURRRRRP!

Don’t think I’ll need to pay to get in anymore.

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Drink Your Milk (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Two weeks later.

“I’m home!” Your housemate Riley beams with his signature smile that is accentuated by his thick beard. He bounces his enormous, hairy pecs a few times for you as he enters. “That was quite a workout!” Riley says, glistening with sweat from carrying twenty bottles of milk between the reinforced bags in each of his hands. “Here I am sweating like a hog, and I can only just carry half the amount you do.” 

Riley, thanks to you, has quickly become nothing short of the epitome of masculinity. Raw muscle explodes out of every part of his body. He has the manliest beard and hairiest chest most people will ever see in their lives. Not to mention his unforgettable and potent musk that reeks of testosterone. He looks like how you did just one week ago. You are like his twin, just bigger, hairier and stinkier.

Riley trudges through the swamp of empty bottles, which are almost up to his knees. To think you two cleaned out the apartment only two days ago. Once he reaches you he gives you a passionate kiss on the lips. “You looked so hot in that commercial yesterday.” Riley whispers in your ear. “I can’t believe they made you shave your beard though.” Luckily for you, your hair grows so fast that you already have a thick stubble. “Also, I know it must have been hard having that milk poured down onto your chest. I know how much you hate wasting milk.”

“It was tough wasting that milk, I just wish you were there so you could have licked it off me. The good thing is I managed to negotiate and get us a lifetime supply of milk because of it. They don’t know the mistake they’ve made.” You smirk as you play with Riley’s sensitive nipples. “By the way, I got you a gig with them next week for another ad.” You twist his nipples a bit harder so that Riley’s excited reaction becomes a moan. “At this rate we will be able to ditch this apartment and buy our own place. Somewhere that can fit us better”

“I won’t miss having to take the elevator separately from you,” Riley smiles, temporarily daydreaming about a long future with you. “And we better hurry up as the building manager is already not happy that you take the elevator even by yourself.” 

“It’s discrimination. I can’t help that I’m a growing boy.”

“Safety is what he told me,” Riley teases. “Anyway, I’ve never known you to wait this long to drink some milk. So let’s get into it. I think I’m ready for us to do ten each.”

“All at once? I’m confident I can do it but are you sure about yourself?” Riley nods. “Well we need you to catch up to my size so it sounds like a plan.”

GUUUUULP! GUUUUULP! Nowadays, you manage to down a whole gallon in just two big gulps. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. You find it cute that Riley tries to match your pace, but it just makes him gulp even more. You consider slowing down to Riley’s pace but you also know how much he loves it when you smash through gallons in just seconds. 

As Riley finishes his second bottle you finish your fifth. You both take a break, both of you panting in unison. Your belly now extends out in front of your massive pecs and it is extremely tight. “You are doing so well,” you say to Riley, patting his bloated belly.

Both of you resume. You have to slow down your pace now. The most you have done in one sitting is actually nine, and you are getting close. As you finish your ninth both with difficulty, Riley also matches his personal best as he finishes up with his sixth.

“You are catching up,” you say between heavy pants. Riley wants to respond but is too breathless. “I am so proud of you for getting this far, I know you can keep going.” 

You both explore uncharted territory together. You go slowly and match Riley’s pace. Each gulp makes you feel like you are about to burst. It hurts, but stretching yourself out just that little more turns you on so much. You know that Riley is experiencing the exact same thing. You finish together, as you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

The pressure in your stomach is unbearable. You want to burp so bad but you have to save it for once Riley is done. Riley looks defeated but you know that he can push through. “I’ll help you out Riley,” you say soothingly, rubbing his gigantic belly. God, he is so hot like this. Blown up like a balloon, milk sloshing around his big belly and massive pecs. He already looks unrecognisable from ten minutes ago, just imagine the muscle he’ll have once he has let out all the gas.

You take Riley’s eighth gallon and pour it into his mouth for him as you stare deeply into his eyes. “Just imagine how gassy we will be after this.” Seven and a quarter. “We will gas out this entire apartment building. “Seven and a half. “And after this session we will keep going for more.” Seven and three quarters. “We will be doing eleven, twelve each.” Eight done. “Twenty before we even know it.” Eight and a quarter. “Imagine how big we will be then.” Eight and a half. “Our muscles will be twice the size.” Eight and three quarters. “We will be able to lift trucks.” Nine done. “And imagine how hairy and smelly we will be.” Nine and a quarter. “Burps that the whole city will smell.” Nine and a half. “We will never stop growing together.” Nine and a quarter. “We will grow until we are as wide as we are tall. Then we will keep growing past that. We will both finish gallons in one glug. We will drink hundreds in one sitting, what will stop us? To get there you just need to finish off this one. You have smashed your record already and you are about to match mine. I know you can do it” Ten done.

He is a beast just like you. That’s why you love him. You make Riley stand up with you so that you can assess just how huge he is. Just like you his gut has over tripled in size and his pecs have ballooned out as well. “Was someone a little thirsty? You poke his belly teasingly. “You know one gallon of milk a day is a lot for an ordinary person. Let alone ten one after the other. Didn’t you already have five gallons this morning?”

“You had four gallons before I even woke up,” Riley teases back as he grabs your belly with both hands and shakes it. “Then another eight after that. I’m not nearly as gluttonous as you are, but don’t worry I will be soon.” Riley saying that makes you rock hard.

You are really feeling the cramps now and can only imagine that Riley is feeling worse, so it’s time to let it rip. Before you do Riley leans in, able to catch his breath enough to speak. “By the way, all those dreams you spoke about before. It’s unrealistic. We’ll drink more than just hundreds, and we’ll be bigger than is humanly possible and then we will grow bigger than that.” You somehow get even harder. You don’t have anything left to say. Well there is one thing that you want to say, and you just have to say it with Riley…

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-UUUUUUUURRRRRRRR-OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!!!

(Part 3)

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Drink Your Milk (Part 1)

(Part 2/Part 3)

Nothing can defeat the subconscious. Once tapped into you can become completely addicted to just about anything without even realising. These things can change you until you are unrecognisable from your old self, and you wouldn’t even know you were changing. That’s not to say these changes are always bad though…

Take milk for example. You never drank it much, especially not by itself. That was until recently. One day, advertisements for milk started appearing everywhere around you. On your social media feed, on billboards you pass by for work, and even places you wouldn’t expect like on the sides of vending machines in your local gym. You didn’t realise that these were popping up so frequently, or even that they had one specific thing in common. They were all advertised alongside very attractive, masculine men. This worked quite well on you as you not only wanted to be those men, you wanted to be with those men. You lusted for them, and by association you lusted for milk. Which brings you to today, leaving the supermarket with a gallon of milk proudly swinging by your side.

You had worked out earlier today, so you were naturally quite thirsty. Why not take a sip of that delicious milk you are carrying? You feel very odd as you uncap the bottle of milk and drink straight from it in public. It feels almost taboo. As the milk hits your lip you realise just how thirsty you are and you can’t take it away from your lips. You tip the bottle back further and further as you gulp loudly in succession. You let out a satisfied ahhh and wipe the residue milk off your moustache as you finish your big chug, oblivious you had drunk almost half of the gallon. That shame you had before now mixes with a feeling of arousal. You felt hot chugging that milk like a man, and you oddly enjoyed the stares you got.

You strut into your apartment building with a new sense of confidence. You have no clue as to why you feel so good, but you feel on top of the world. You and a few other residents get into the elevator together. The elevator is quite small so it feels crowded. It doesn’t bother you as much as usual, and instead you check yourself out in the elevator’s mirror. Wow, your chest looks much bigger than usual! Strange given it was actually leg day for you today, so you are not expecting your pecs to have a pump. 

You are so excited you put the milk on the floor and shamelessly play with your pecs, not caring about what the others in the elevator think. You smile and pick the bottle of milk back up off the floor. As you do you unscrew the cap and chug the rest of the milk. The elevator arrives at your floor right as you finish off the milk. UUUURRRP! Your loud, obnoxious burp clears your pathway and you strut out the elevator ignoring the faces of disgust.

You haphazardly throw the empty bottle of milk on the ground once you get into your apartment. Without thinking you head straight for the fridge not even knowing what you are looking for. Your roommate Riley’s bottle of milk catches your eye. You go to grab it but you hesitate. Maybe I shouldn’t drink it without telling him, you think, but a rumble in your belly is enough to convince you that he wouldn’t mind if you had a sip. It was a fresh gallon of milk and you almost feel bad as you break the seal and start drinking.

Gulp, gulp, gulp. It’s so good I can’t stop. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Damn, I better stop soon. I've almost had half. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Well, I’ll leave at least a quarter and then I can just buy him another one tomorrow. Gulp, gulp, gulp! Shit, it’s almost empty. Just one last bit then I’ll stop. Gulp!

BUUUURRRP! The bottle of milk crashes onto the floor; its cap bounces a few times before rolling away. The bottle is bone dry and a milky stench lingers about the room. PFFFFFFFT. The stench grows stronger and fouler.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The residents in the apartment below hear what sounds like a giant stomping. Up above a six foot slab of muscle, freshly thickened by an inhuman two gallon milk binge, jumps up and down in joy. Attached are two meaty shelves that bounce like jelly and have mat of dark hair that was not there earlier in the day. A chiselled jaw above is also covered with a darker and thicker fuzz. Beads of sweat rain down from the glistening figure and form a damp patch on the carpet.

BRRAAAUUUURRRP! A thunder-like roar is heard in each apartment on the floor and signals the end of the thumping that shakes the floor like an earthquake.

Two days later. 

Riley returns home from work and opens the door to his shared apartment. “What the hell!” He says gagging as a wave of foul odour crashes into him, burning his nostril hairs. The floor of the apartment has been turned into a sea of empty bottles of milk. A mound of stinky, sweaty, hairy, beefy muscle sits on the now stained sofa. Riley does not recognise what he is looking at.

Two days prior, Riley returned to find that his bottle of milk had been finished off. A replacement bottle was bought for him, but that too had been demolished by the time he came home. The next day two apology bottles were bought but Riley took matters into his own hands by buying himself a bottle. All three were empty and lying on the floor alongside two more bottles when he got home yesterday. A frustrated Riley cleaned up the mess and freshened the musty apartment while the culprit snored loudly in its bedroom. Today, Riley returns with a new bottle of milk that he has no plan on sharing. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT! The fart starts out slow and airy, ramping up the loudness and intensity over a ten second period. It hits Riley’s nose before it's finished, his eyes water and he coughs uncontrollably. It’s a putrid smell that completely overwhelms his senses but the milky aftertaste in the back of his throat leaves him with some cravings. Riley takes the opportunity now to drink his milk, something he hasn’t been able to do for a few days. However, a powerful force snatches away the bottle before he can unscrew the cap. Riley ducks as the cap is thrown over him without regard.

GLUG! GLUG! GLUG! An entire gallon is consumed in just three glugs. One more bottle joins the countless others on the floor, not a single drop left amongst them. “No!” Riley whines. “Please, I need some milk. Just a little bit!”

BWWWOOOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRP!!! Riley’s hair blows back from the blast. The sound reverberates through the whole building and a few residents suspect a small earthquake has hit the area. Riley’s body is tingling from shock and his nose so overpowered he is beyond gagging or coughing. The stench only sends one message to Riley’s brain: milk.

There is only one place left that Riley can think of to get milk. He pulls down the damp material that covers the lower half of the swollen sofa beast and reveals a long and girthy piece of meat. Desperate, Riley shoves it into his mouth. It is so salty and tangy that on a usual day Riley would gag before it even reached his mouth, but today he wants it more than anything. He slides it in and out of his mouth quickly, hoping to dispense the milk hidden inside as soon as possible. Two strong hands, each bigger than his head, help him out by slamming the meat deep into his throat and then back out again.

As Riley’s throat is being destroyed he turns his gaze upwards. UUUURRRP! Two gigantic jugs of beefy muscle slosh up and down with each thrust. Riley thinks about drinking milk from those and the thought almost makes him bust. BRRAAAAP! Above the bouncing muscles, there is a thick beard of hair that had grown from just some stubble a few days prior. Riley knew logically what he was looking at but was unable to connect it to the face and body he had known for so long. BWOOOORRRP! The thrusts get deeper, harder and faster, and his throat stretches more than he thought possible. He cannot breathe but he knows he is so close to getting what he wants.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!! With the ear-shattering noise an eruption of thick milk pumps into Riley. It is everything he needed and more. The stream does not stop after one pump, and Riley feels himself bloating fast. After a couple of gallons have been deposited into Riley, he crashes back into the sea of empty bottles. Passed out, he doesn’t feel his body thicken up rapidly and dark hairs sprout out from his chest and jaw.

(Part 2)

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David Becomes Goliath

Bigger is better. David lived by those words, and it was that very philosophy that got him to where he was today. By all accounts he was big. He had plenty of lean muscle and was the envy of more than a few at the gym.

But it was that same philosophy of his that made him feel so small at times. David dreamt big. That meant he always pushed himself to be bigger and lift bigger. He was never satisfied with where he was at, which is the exact mentality that got people like David to the size they are today. Many people would have lost motivation a long time ago, but David’s desire for more trumped all other priorities in his life.

David had made a lot of changes to his life to ensure his success, and one of those changes was hiring himself a personal fitness coach a few months back. This had proven to be quite beneficial in David’s growth journey with the results speaking for themselves. David and his coach got along very well; the kind of relationship that extended beyond client and coach although lacking the camaraderie of friendship. The relationship was so because they both resolutely worked towards the exact same goal: making David as big as possible.

David’s coach saw the immense potential that David had, with his grandiose expectations of him being matched by David himself. That meant he could work tirelessly with his client without the fear of being held back by David’s own ambition. It was in this sense that David and his coach didn’t act like peers, as they didn’t grow together but they did share a united vision. David’s coach was the supporting act, and their bond was so strong due to his loyalty and enthusiasm towards David’s quest.

This didn’t mean that David and his coach were in complete agreement about the path to their desired goal. David liked to relish in his shredded glory, that same glory that made those around him so envious. However, David’s coach, being the strategist of the two, knew that getting David bigger meant straying away from David’s current perception of big. 

‘Bulk’. David’s coach knew it would be a hard sell but more mass leads to more mass, whether it was fat or muscle wasn’t important. Big is better. David had to truly live up to that philosophy now that he had a coach to hold him accountable.

David’s coach was not interested in even trying to negotiate a change in diet. All he planned to do was just alter David’s protein shake. It was underhanded for sure, but the two of them shared the same ruthlessness in pursuing their common goal. So that’s how David’s coach ended up hidden in a large locker in the locker room one day, peering through the vents waiting for David to find a spiked protein shake.

That day David found the protein shake effortlessly. It was a comically sized 2L bottle that was filled to the top and David did not hesitate in downing the unfamiliar shake the moment he saw it. The eyes spying from the locker were filled with excitement and fear when David did not stop to take a breath as he chugged the entire bottle. A loud, unapologetic belch signalled David’s over the protein shake; not a single drop had been left behind. Little did he know that his coach not only spiked his drink but had taken some liberties when doing so.

David patted his bloated belly, far from surprised by the effect that chugging two litres of protein shake had on his stomach. Although, David seriously started to regret his decision when he noticed no amount of burps was releasing him from the rapidly building pressure in his gut. As his belly expanded out further and further in front of him, his coach watched on like a scientist would as their experiment took an unpredictable turn in the most amazing way possible. It wasn’t just David’s belly, his arms, chest, and legs all began to balloon up to double their size. All the while, a fuzzy mat of dark hair grew all over David’s body and a bushy beard formed on his previously sharp jawline. David had completely transformed.

His coach, who was completely bewildered by David’s metamorphosis, was shocked to see David fervidly welcome his new body. David flexed his big beefy arms with pride. He could feel unfathomable power course through his muscles and in order to display his newfound strength he decided to lift up one of the empty lockers. He chuckled to himself almost maniacally as that feat had taken him so little effort, not knowing he had actually lifted up his coach as well.

Once David had gotten over the initial rush of power he knew he needed to take a look in the mirror. He was ecstatic to see that his neck was nowhere to be seen in his reflection. His neck now represented his old, much leaner self which had been swallowed up by the new and improved David. Looking at the almost foreign man in the mirror, David had not realised how much he had secretly yearned for the powerlifter physique until it had finally happened, and he could barely wait to see how much more he could lift now.

David’s thoughts were interrupted by his stomach rumbling. He already needed more fuel, but before he could attend to his powerlifter appetite he knew he had to show his coach what he had become. He grabbed his phone and posed in front of the mirror with one hand on his big belly. He sent the photo off to his coach with the words: “Big is better”.

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Hi there! May I ask for a story about a guy named David. He's already a big boy, but wants to achieve a powerlifter phisique. And his coach secretly overdoses David's protein shake after a workout and looks at his client grow into a muscle fat monster in the locker room.

It took me a while but I've finally finished up with this. It's my first time writing a story based on a request so I really hope you like it!