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Cracks

You know how deserts get all dry and craggy, sometimes? Like, you know, an old riverbed that dries up, and then the clay gets baked under the sun. It’s hard, bro. Super packed. Dense. But when all that sun hits it, all that heat, the moisture just ... disappears. And because of that, the ground literally breaks apart.

It’s a cool effect and all. I just ... didn’t expect it to happen to me.

Nah, bro. I’m cool. I’m not dehydrated or anything like that. I mean ... well, let me start from the beginning. While I can still think straight.

See, I didn’t used to be this muscle man you see now. I used to be smarter, maybe a little pudgy even. I’d play videogames, watch anime, read books, do stuff that ... I guess used to matter’s the best way I can put it. They still do to other people, but to me, they just ... don’t anymore.

I found this old shirt in a bargain bin when I was looking for some new bed clothes. I knew I could never rock it outside, but in my house....

Well, what bro doesn’t fantasize about being a muscular beast, bro?

And it draped the way I always liked with night shirts.

So, here’s what happens, bro. I take this big thing home and I sleep with it, right? And the first night I’m wearing it, I have this dream, like ... totally awesome. I’m in a huge jungle with thick trees that shoot for miles and miles into the sky. Lots of leaves branch out in the canopy, and it’s green as far as the eye can see. I’m standing next to this giant lake, and I smile and dive in. It feels so good with all that heat and humidity to have something wet on my skin. And I walk out in the end, and I’m smiling.

I laugh. It feels nice. And then, I wake up. My arms feel sore, but I blame that on the carrying I had to do the day before. Don’t know why I did it, but bro, when I went to my bathroom mirror, I flexed there. Just stood and looked at myself and flexed. I guess I liked to imagine what I’d look like with all that muscle, bro. You know what I mean? Like, what it’d be like to actually be a real Mister America.

I posed until I felt dizzy. Finally, I got into the shower and got ready for the day.

But bro, Idunno, something about this shirt is just ... addicting. I had to wear it, bro. Like, as soon as I got home, I was itching to put it on again, to imagine it draping over my pecs, my stomach, brushing my back as I move with broad muscular legs that let the world know I was a heavy muscle bro.

The dreams kept coming, and I kept flexing every morning. Some days, it was my arms that ached. Sometimes my chest. Sometimes, my legs. I liked the fantasy of it. I didn’t care how weird it was that the dream kept repeating. Bro’s gotta do his reps, after all, am I right? Huhuhuh.

The real changes didn’t start till one day when I was at work, though. One of my old work buddies looked real hard at me while I was at my work station. And I could just ... feel his eyes on me the whole time. It was kind of creepy. Then at lunch, he up and comes to me and compliments me! He even asked me if I’ve been working out lately.

Now, I was surprised, bro, like, taken off guard, ya know? So, ... I couldn’t help it, bro, and it was normal, it really was. I just sort of went, “Uhhhhhhhhhhh....” without even thinking about it. I mean, I followed it up. I wasn’t stupid or anything. And I’m still not stupid, just ... thinking different is all. But yeah, I was just like, “Uh, no...?”

Bro raised a brow at me. “Then you’ve got to share your diet with me, man.”

I shrugged. “No diet. I’m just ... doing what I always do.” I blushed. I mean, it was the first positive compliment of that sort I’d ever gotten. I’d been complimented on office work and the good I’d done there. But, never for my body.

It was ... nice.

...

Nah, bro. It was fuckin’ sweet!

And I wanted more.

That night, I took a real close look at myself in the mirror. And, come to think of it, the bro was right. I did look different. It wasn’t much. A little less chub under the chin, a little more neck between the shoulders, a little less flab to jiggle around my arms when I shook them. It was all there.

And I wanted more.

Sorry, did I already say that, bro? Yeah, I do that a lot lately. I’m ... kind of a dumbass. Huhuh. But bro, it’s totally worth the tradeoff.

That night, when I slept, I was still in the forest, but things were ... different. It wasn’t so humid anymore, and the trees looked a little ... wilty. Not the ones by the water, but the ones that were farther away. I swam again. It didn’t concern me. What mattered was enjoying the dream. And besides, I’d sort of started a routine, you know?

Speaking of routines, I started working out a little. I mean, if I could look like this without doing anything, imagine what I might be able to do if I put a little more effort into it, you know?

So, I did. I started small. A few pushups, some situps, things to strengthen my core and upper body. Legs were tough, but I managed with some squats to start.

And bro, when I did, I blew up!

Like, I never knew sweat could feel so good, you know? I mean, yeah, it’s kind of gross if you don’t shower after, but it reminded me of the lake. The sheen, the ache, the growth.

I started to enjoy flexing in the mirror. Especially when I started to fill out the shirt the right way.

I still remember the first crack. I was flexing in front of the mirror, double bis, and suddenly, I saw it. a vein stretching out from one of the cracks in the shirt. It was perfectly aligned. And ... Idunno, there was something just so ... funny about it. I couldn’t help it. The laugh just sort of ... slipped out.

...

And wouldn’t stop.

“Huhuhuhuhuh....”

I was hooked. I had the potential. I could be that guy! I mean, who wouldn’t be happy with that, m’I right? 

It wasn’t much but with what I had saved, I was able to buy some used weights and a squat rack.

I kept them in the back of the house in a mud room of sorts. Lots of open lighting through the windows, but still sheltered from the rain, so I could work out uninterrupted.

Man, I loved to sweat.

And every night, that pool was so refreshing, even as the forest around me got smaller, and smaller, and the air got hotter. In about a month, the dream transitioned from rain forest paradise to desert oasis.

The ground hardened, like my abs. The cracks spidered like my veins. The green died.

And that’s when things started to be ... different for me.

Dunno what came over me, bro. I just ... got up from my computer and lumbered to my manager’s office. By now, I’d made some sweet gains. had to up my wardrobe size to make up for the guns that were stocking up on ammo, if you know what I’m sayin’.

The manager looked at me. I ... think his name was ... Charles? Chuck? ... Something with a C. Don’t matter, really. I didn’t see him again. I strode up to him, flexed to the point where I shredded my sleeves, then said in my new, deep, dull voice.

“I quit, bro.”

And then I walked out. I just ... had to go. I don’t know why. It was ... natural.

I grabbed my stuff, cleared out my space. Last thing I did was tear off the rest of the sleeves to show off my guns properly.

Sleeves suck, bro. They try to keep my bod in check. Bod’s gotta gro, bro. Gotta show it off, ya know?

And bro, did I show off. I walked out in that scorching sun and my skin baked to golden brown perfection.

I looked in that mirror and I watched the cracks spread with every hour I spent pumping those weights, doing those squats, sweating and swelling, bro. Sweating and swelling.

Trapped by my traps. Captivated by my calves. Pumped by my pecs. Lured by my lats. Mesmerized by my muscle.

Bound by my big, buff bod.

I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t do anything else.

My favorite bed shirt became my favorite shirt, period. More and more, I feel ... right wearing it. Like it was meant for me, and I was meant for it, you know?

S’like, huhuh, like it made me, instead of the other way round, you know, bro?

Funny, right, bro?

The clothes make the man.

Huhuh.

But if this shirt’s wearin’ me, bro, well ... I don’t care. Let it.

Huhuhuh...

I like bein’ big. I like bein’ swole.

And bro, when the oasis is finally dry, and all I see is that cracked earth, I’ll know.

I’ll know I’m ready.

So what if the oasis was my smarts? I got what I need right here, bro.

BAM! BAM!

Huhuhuh....

Gonna compete, bro. Gonna win, bro.

’Cause I’m gonna be fuckin’ Mister America, bro.

But I could use an assistant.

Wanna help a bro out, lil’bro?

I promise I’ll make it worth your while....

Just look at my shirt a sec, bro, and ask yourself this question.

Doesn’t it feel so very, very hot?

Huhuhuhuh.... That’s a good bro. C’mon. We’ve got training to do.

I’m looking for a super hot story I read awhile back where a guy is visiting a news station and slowly gets transformed into a hot, muscular news anchor wearing a suit, but I can’t remember who posted it. Do you have any idea where I can find it again?

I’m afraid I don’t. If it has homosexual themes, you might find it on gayspiralstories, but I don’t recommend that site, myself. Pretty much every story I’ve looked at on there descends into graphic sex and smut/porn at one point or another, and then I’ve had to stop reading or try to skip and miss a lot of story content. I hardly visit the place anymore. For the record, it is an 18+ only website. Minors, stay away from it.

Planning of writing an inanimate TF anything soon?

It’s funny you should mention that. I did actually find some interesting material that I was thinking of using for an inanimate tf in the near future. Got a few things I need to finish for my patreon and that hypno track that I promised for people on here first, but yes, you should be able to get an inanimate coming up soon enough.

I’m not normally one for commenting on politics in my feeds, but I found this beauty on YouTube just now from EyeWitness News ABC7NY, and I think it needs to be shared. This woman has the right of things, and I love how she tells off the rest of the violent protesters for setting a bad example and making life harder for her and others who are trying to make a difference in their lives and others across the nation. And especially for those who are struggling in these hard times. We need more people like this woman. Can’t say I enjoy the cursing that was edited out, but she has solid and very important points. And I salute her for her bravery. I’m still of the opinion that all lives matter, including public servants like firefighters, nurses, doctors, EMTs, and yes, even police officers (One of my greatest family friends and examples for me growing up was a cop who served in the SVU, and he served with honor), but I will agree that it’s a clear statistical fact that many good black people are wrongfully profiled and targeted, and it’s time for some reform among those precincts that have such bad cops. I hope everyone stays safe, and I pray that change will come without people having to endure more abuse and violence.

All this looting, burning, and destruction of property is having a bad impact on people who are already struggling enough as it is. Stay safe, everyone. May our prayers and voices be heard and answered.

LU&DD Table of Contents

Someone expressed a desire for a master list of the entire Lifting Up and Dumbing Down story series. As per that request, I present to you this table of contents. Enjoy! :D

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-four/Final Chapter/Epilogue

What next?

I just gave you the next installment in #Endemic Evolution. Now I’d like to hear from my followers. What would you like me to focus on next while I’m working on my patreon projects? Do you guys want another muscle tf? Maybe something different like an inanimate or mythical transformation? Did you want another hypnosis file? And if so, what would you like the file to focus on for your fantasy this time? Please respond to this using the talking bubble, rather than my asks. Thank you!

And thank you for all your support. I’m glad you enjoy my stories so much. :)

~Omni