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Tyler's been doing some extra squats to fill out that supersuit of his.

Coach was always a hardass on the baseball team, so the players decided to band together and teach him a lesson. What they didn't account for was that he'd love it! The older man absolutely loved walking around with his inflated rear on perpetual display, constantly showing off for the college jocks who found themselves growing incredibly turned on around the bottom-heavy DILF...

I don't watch a lot of Marvel, but I might have to now!

story idea: a guy’s butt grows as he tells lies, pinocchio style. He has some career where he has to lie all the time so it becomes a huge problem for him

"Hey there, Big Guy," Ethan smiled as he walked up to the skinny guy who'd just entered the gym. A large smile was on his handsome face as he approaches his new potential victim for his new protein powder which was really just Similac. Still, Ethan was making hundreds with his scheme, and in order to up the ante, he made sure to work out shirtless to show off his impeccable musculature; this was complimented with tight spandex leggings that clearly showed that he never skipped legs. 

The smaller guy shyly smiled back. "Oh hey there, Ethan," he said in a quiet voice. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to see if you'd be interested in buying this new protein powder," Ethan said, shuffling into his gym bag and pulling out the container of his special brand. "I swear this stuff will increase your gains like crazy."

Ethan winced when he felt his glutes tense up, followed by a subtle burning sensation as if he'd just finished tons of squats. He shook the odd feeling away and continued to smile down at the unsuspecting nerd. 

"I dunno..." the nerdy guy muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty. "I'm just here to stay healthy."

Ethan gave a little laugh and crossed his thick arms in front of his muscled chest, puffing out his pecs with power. "Come on," he playfully teased. "See these muscles? I owe 'em all to this powder."

Again, that odd sensation returned, but this time, Ethan swore that his spandex pants felt a little tighter. He wanted to make this sale, so he shook it off and went on.

"If you start taking three scoops of this powder before every workout, then I promise you'll see gains in no time..." Ethan trailed off when his ass tingled even stronger now.

The stud over his broad shoulder in confusion, paling at the giant ass that was attached to him. His formerly perky bubble butt had somehow inflated to nearly three times its normal size. It pulled away from him at such a severe degree that it looked like it could form a perfect shelf from his back. Even worse was the way his new rear jiggled when he moved his hips.

"Wha-what happened?" Ethan gasped, stepping away from the nerd and hurriedly running off, his enormous ass bouncing noticeably behind him for all to see. Now the entire gym knew to avoid offers from the dude with the big butt, effectively ruining his money making schemes.

This stud is a sure win at the Superheavyweight competition!

Love this!

Superman’s Super Body

“Did you guys do something different to the costume?” Tyler Hoechlin asked as he examined the spandex suit. He had been ecstatic about being able to play Superman in the new Supergirl series, but seeing the outfit he became slightly less enthused. It wasn’t the fact that his body wasn’t up to par; compared to most people he was someone fresh off the cover of GQ. His abs were tight, his muscles are large, and his pecs were firm; there wasn’t one piece of him that he would change. “Nope exactly the same,” the male customer designer said as he pulled the super suit from Tyler’s hands. Tyler raised an eyebrow. Last time he looked at the costumer there was much more to the costume; much, much more to the costume. “Go ahead and strip and we can try it on,” the designer said forcefully. Tyler paused. “We need to make sure it fits properly.” Tyler thought it seemed right especially with the changes that the designer was denying. He wasn’t even sure he could fit his broad body into the formfitting suit.

Tyler grasped onto the hems of his shirt and lifted it over his head showing off his hard furry stomach. Even though Tyler’s head was covered by his shirt he knew the designer was staring at him. Tyler had caught Joey staring at him when he had changed in front of him before during their previous times together trying on other clothes or getting his measurements. His attraction was painfully obvious during the times when he had to be measured by the designer. Joey’s hands would linger on his large pectorals or on his inner thighs, pulling the tape measure far enough so that his hand grazed his cock. Tyler chopped it up to unrequited lust.

After Tyler tossed his shirt to the side he turned his back to the designer and dropped his pants to the floor showing off a tight pair of boxer briefs. Tyler wasn’t sure what was worse, showing Joey his front of showing off his backside. He had been told my many different women that his ass was his best feature. Tyler looked over his shoulder, catching Joey staring intently at his ass. “Can I get the suit,” Tyler asked, reaching out his muscled hand to the designer. Joey handed the suit over; his eyes never leaving Tyler’s bare body. Tyler took the suit in hand and stepped his feet into the bottom of the suit feeling the tight spandex. The suit clung tightly to his calves as he pulled the suit upward, feeling the suit increase in tightness as he went further up his body. Tyler pushed his hands into the armholes, adjusting it onto his shoulders and stood up straight.

“Ugh,” Tyler groaned as he pulled the extremely fitted suit over the rest of his body feeling the spandex stretch over every inch of his body. “Can I get some help with the zipper?” Tyler asked, looking towards the mirror. Seeing the iconic S on his chest made him feel pride and excited about landing such an iconic role.

“No problem. We need to adjust the backside some first,” Joey said as he pressed his hands onto Tyler’s cheeks. His cold hands causing gooseflesh to ripple across his skin. Joey grabbed firmly onto his cheek and pushed it into the suit with the other one following. He then grabbed onto the inner lining and pulled up, wedging the suit deep between Tyler’s cheeks. Causing a yelp to erupt from Tyler as he felt the spandex rub against his hairy asshole.

“Fuck,” Tyler cried as joey quickly zipped the suit up, and slapped him on the butt playfully. Tyler squatted down feeling the suit ride even further up between his cheeks – if that was even possible.

“Fuck indeed,” Joey said standing back to take in the full look of Tyler in his super suit. Tyler stared at his reflection seeing the way his muscles popped beneath the suit, but what really caught his eye was how large… . .

…his ass looked.

“How the hell is this happening?” Tyler asked as he turned to the side seeing both of his cheeks jut out unnaturally from his body. It looked like the suit had built in implants. He knew his ass was impressive before but now it looked obnoxiously large, almost to the point of it being too large. Tyler pressed his hands to the backside of his suit expecting to feel extra cushion inserted into the suit but all he could feel was the soft supple flesh of his ass underneath the thin super suit. “I don’t know if this was really what they were looking for in a new Superman,” Tyler laughed uncomfortably.

“Oh let me make a slight adjustment.” The seamstress pulled a fabric tape measure from a table and looped it around Tyler’s waist, pulling tight around his hips. “Oh yes. I do see what is wrong here. Much too small.” Tyler let out a sigh of relief; happy that the seamstress and he were on the same page.

“These cheeks need to be much larger.”

“Hold on what?” Tyler stammered as he watched his cheeks expand outward, pushing the tape measure further apart. Tyler’s mouth dropped open as he watched his ass expand growing from the large butt cheeks he already had to a real pair of cheeks that embodied the name gluteus Maximus.

“There we go. An extra five inches. What do you think?” The designer asked, stepping back from Tyler as he continued to stare disbelieving at the changes his body underwent. It had to be something with the suit, some sort of balloons or expander. But when Tyler touched his cheeks once more he felt the same soft ass cheek he felt earlier.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Tyler asked as he began to fondle his monstrous butt cheeks, unable to fully grasp what was happening or his butt for that matter. The customer designer shrugged his shoulders, pushing Tyler’s question to the side as he grabbed each of Tyler’s cheeks in his hand. Tyler let out a moan of pleasure as the designer’s fingers dug into his dense thick cheeks. Tyler felt his knees grow weak as the man continued to grope Tyler’s bouncy bubble butt.

Tyler’s moan of pleasure grew louder when the man’s hand grabbed a hold of Tyler’s crotch, feeling his hard cock press against the thin spandex. The man worked his hand up and down the long shaft of his cock while his other hand grabbed something at the top of his ass and pulled. Tyler felt a release of the tightness around his ass and a burst of cool air on his cheeks. Unbeknownst to Tyler, it seemed that the designer had also put a zipper into the super suit. The freedom was appreciative but also caused worry. Why did Tyler need a zipper between his cheeks?

“God. It was already so perfect, and now. Fuck. I gotta take a bite.”

“WHAT?” Tyler exclaimed as he saw the customer designer fall to his knees and roughly pushed his face between Tyler’s exposed cheeks. His eyes flew open as the man’s tongue pushed into his virgin hole. Tyler could feel his cock spurt out a stream of precum into the suit as his entire body filled with, what could only be described as, electricity. Tyler grabbed onto the man’s head and attempted to pull him from his crack but fell forward into the mirror, grabbing onto the sides in order to steady himself.

“Oh god, It feels so good.” Tyler groaned, subconsciously pushing his engorged ass cheeks into the man’s face. This couldn’t be happening, but he couldn’t stop it. He heated breath fogged the mirror as his breathing became ragged. But then the overwhelming sensations stopped. Tyler opened his eyes and looked behind him, partially sad as to why the feeling stopped. But when he turned his head over his shoulder he saw the designer unzipping his pants. Tyler thought he should run, he thought he should push him away, but all he could think about was that pleasurable sensation from earlier.

“Ready to get fucked Tyler?” The designer asked as he pulled his cock from his underwear, spit on the tip, and slapped it against his ass cheek. The two men watched as Tyler’s cheek jiggled, almost begging to be fucked. Tyler swallowed hard and nodded. “Hold on bottom boy,” the designer laughed as he shoved his cock deep between the cheeks, losing several inches before even hitting Tyler’s hole. But when the tip of his cock entered Tyler’s body it was like he was seeing the stars for the first time. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tyler squeezed the mirror so tightly that he was fearful that the mirror would shatter.

“Almost there,” the designer groaned as his lap finally pressed against Tyler’s ample ass cheeks. He kept his cock lodged deep within Tyler’s body, allowing his body to accommodate to the intruder. Tyler had never felt anything before and it only got better when the fucking truly began.

The man thrust his dick so many times into Tyler’s asshole that he felt empty the few times that he removed it entirely, missing the feeling of the man’s cock rub against his prostate. Tyler couldn’t believe he had lived so far in life without ever trying something like this before. The sexual encounter crescendoed when their moans of lust intermingled and both of their cocks gave one final pulse of pleasure and erupted.

“Fuck!” “Oh shit!” Tyler’s cock shot within the suit while the customer designer unloaded deep between Tyler’s cheeks. Once the designer’s balls were completely emptied within Tyler’s hole; he withdrew his cock, seeing the cheeks slam shut, sealing the cum within his body.

Knock knock knock

“Tyler you are needed on the set,” a young male voice shouted from the other side of the door. Tyler peeled his sweaty body off the mirror, falling to the floor from his lack of strength and landing on his overly rounded cheeks.

“Give me a few minutes!” Tyler shouted back. He looked down at his body, unsure how he was going to explain this to anyone on set, or how he was ever going to even get the super suit off his body?

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Adam finished up his pump backstage, admiring the way his bulging muscles looked with his spray tan. The bodybuilder had spent a long time preparing for this competition, and he was ready to take gold. His shiny blue poser was practically painted on as it struggled to contain his impressive musculature.

"Lookin' good, Adam," one of his competitors, a muscle mountain of a man named Peter said, his eyes running up and down the other man's form.

"Yeah, I've been working out pretty hard," Adam said as he formed a double biceps pose, loving how massive his biceps looked. The engineer worked out frequently, loving how he was the largest man in his office, completely dwarfing every other stud there. However, as he stood next to Peter, he couldn't help but frown at their obvious size difference. Peter must've had at least fifty pounds of muscle on him. "How'd you get so big?"

Peter snorted and flexed one arm, his bicep putting Adam's to shame. "It's this new supplement I've been using," he bragged before eyeing the other man up and down. "Want to try it?"

"Yes!" Adam nodded eagerly, desperate to do anything to win.

Peter smirked and waddled over to his bag, his massive thighs rolling over each other. "Here, take one of these," he said, snatching a pink pill out of his bag and handing it to the other bodybuilder.

Without even bothering to ask what it was, Adam hungrily swallowed it. "Thanks!" he happily said, grateful that Peter was a friendly competitor.

Before he could say anything more, the announcer boomed out: "Next up for the superheavyweight class is Adam!"

"Good luck out there!" Peter cheered as he playfully slapped Adam on the ass.

The other bodybuilder smiled and sauntered out on stage, his chest puffed up with pride. Adam waddled out in front of the crowd, loving the bright lights and the way the the audience cheered the second he hit a pose. His impressive muscles bulged with power, and the judges seemed to be satisfied as they took notes.

Adam hit a side chest pose, wincing when he felt an electric sensation ripple out over his muscled butt.

The bodybuilder looked over his broad shoulder, his jaw dropping at what he saw. His muscled butt shuddered and began to pull away from his back. It steadily packed on meat, growing rounder and larger with each passing second.

Adam took an unsteady step in shock, blushing as his inflating ass rippled and bounced with the slightest movement. He inwardly panicked as his cheeks grew so large that the back of his blue posers started to get sucked up into the deep crevice of his large cheeks, looking more like a thong. The pouch suctioned around his cock as the back was pulled further back. The way his butt inflated, followed by his thighs to accommodate the added weight to his backside, made his cock look smaller by comparison.

The crowd gasped at first at the inflating bodybuilder, but then started to laugh.

Adam, in his humiliation, waddled off the stage, his massive bubblebutt bouncing and jiggling behind him with every step he took. It totally ruined his competition-ready body, making him look obscenely bottom-heavy. No matter how much he worked out the rest of his muscles, his butt would always be too big.

His cheeks clapping behind him, Adam hurried past a smirking Peter.

"Looks like I've got this one in the bag," Peter whispered to himself as he prepared to head out onto the stage.

Meanwhile, Adam struggled to pull on his short, cursing to himself as his beachball-sized booty wouldn't fit inside the stretchy fabric.

Alex carefully glanced over his broad, bare shoulder as he slunk into the locker room, making sure that no one saw him. The young muscle stud snuck into the locker room, grateful that no one else was in there. 

The gym had an unfortunate reputation of unsecured lockers having their contents go missing, and Alex was the reason behind that. The cocky college freshman had snagged an unsuspecting weightlifter’s phone once and had sold it, telling himself that it’d solely been because of how expensive college life was. However, Alex had quickly gotten hooked on the thrill of taking the clueless mens’ belongings and hocking them, or even using them for himself.  

Best of all was that all the college jock had to do was flash one of his smiles at the angry gay men who questioned him on the whereabouts of their belongings, and they dropped it. Since a majority of the gym-goers were older, gay muscle men, the toned straight jock used his physique to his every advantage. He’d noticed quite a few of them ogling him while he did squats or whenever he posed in the mirror, hence a lot of them didn’t tend to argue whenever he showed off the slightest bit.

As soon as he was sure that the coast was clear, Alex smirked and his eyes honed in on his prize: a blue locker with the door slightly ajar, the fabric of a duffel sticking out of the crack.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Alex snorted as he hurried over to the unlocked locker and snatched the duffel bag out of it. He eagerly unzipped it, but then flinched when he saw the contents:

A bubblegum pink thong.

“What the hell?” Alex laughed incredulously as he looked at the skimpy garment. He had a number of gay jokes filter through his mind, but as his shocked fingers grazed the soft fabric of the thong, he felt a jolt ripple through his body.

The jock’s hand recoiled at first, his heart racing in his muscled chest. For some reason, the longer he stared down at the thong, the more his mind told him to wear it.

He snickered and shook his head. “Damn it,” he spat, shrugging his shoulders and opting to humor himself. He’d never worn such an article of clothing before, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t seem to throw the duffle bag back into the locker. Instead, the jock lowered his joggers and shucked his boxers. Since he’d already been shirtless (to give the eyeing old dudes a little show), he was naked in a matter of seconds.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex slipped the thong up his legs, a little surprised at how soft and comfortable the fabric felt. The stringy back slipped between his perky cheeks, and the front pouch barely concealed his girthy package.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh at his silly reflection as he turned around in front of the mirror. “Of course one of those weirdos would own this,” he scoffed to himself, moving to take the offending thong off.

However, he couldn’t get his fingers to grip it, almost as if the thong had fused to his skin. No matter how hard he tried, Alex wasn’t able to take the thong off. In his frenzy, he went to grab his joggers to cover himself, but he was surprised when he couldn’t find them on the floor where he’d tossed them. It was if they’d vanished.

“What the fuck is even, like, going on?” he panicked, wincing at the way he’d said it. His speech had been peppered with a valley girl inflection that had been completely unintentional, making the stud blush. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, what was even that?”

Alex slapped a hand over his mouth and rushed over to his own locker, opting to rush home and figure out what was happening to him. He did his combo and flung the door open when he saw that his own gym bag was gone, meaning that he had no clothes to cover himself up, thus leaving himself clad in nothing but the pink thong.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he huffed, even stomping his foot in frustration, freezing when he felt an unknown ripple emanate from his backside. Alex shakily turned to gaze back at his reflection and gasped loudly.

As Alex stared wide-eyed at the mirror, he gazed at an ass that was much too big. His normally perky butt had magically ballooned out into a bubblebutt that was at least three times larger than it should’ve been. The enlarged cheeks protruded off his back at a ridiculous angle, forming a shelf from his back. He was relieved to see that he still retained all of his hard-earned muscles, but his pecs and biceps definitely looked like an afterthought in comparison to his massive ass. It looked like he was lugging beachballs behind him.

“Like, why is my butt so big?” Alex squealed, bristling both at the way he was talking and the way he was walking with an arch to his back that accentuated the large cheeks. His legs carried him out onto the gym floor against his will, almost as if they were moving on their own accord.

Alex blushed cherry red when the rest of the gym-goers gained a full view of his altered form: his large muscles on full display, only to have them overshadowed by the inflated fuck-me butt he now possessed. All of that was wrapped up in a garish bubblegum pink thong.

The rest of the men eyed him as he walked out into the center of the gym for all eyes to see. With every step he took, Alex winced at the way his enlarged cheeks bounced and jiggled.

A large burly bear of a man, the owner of the gym, Mr. Black, sauntered forward. His large muscles were concealed by a form-fitting polo that barely covered his meaty pecs and roidgut, and for some reason, the more he looked at him, the more turned on Alex got.

“Well, well, it looks like we’ve caught the gym thief,” Mr. Black mused, crossing his massive arms in front of himself, his biceps curling out of his tight sleeves. “Have anything to say, Alex?”

Alex’s heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable feeling of humiliation and being so deeply turned on. He’d shown off plenty of times before, but having his inflated bubblebutt on full display for every other man in the gym made his heart race and his cock ache in the tight confines of the thong.

“I’m, like, so totally sorry!” Alex hurried.

The large, older musclemen all laughed at his new voice. One of them even pointed at him, saying, “He’s become a total musclebutt!”

Quickly putting the pieces together, Alex dramatically gasped and shot daggers at Mr. Black. “You did this to me?” he accused, gesturing down at his huge butt. “Like, why did you give me such a fuckable ass?” 

“‘Cause you were an ass for stealing from us,” Mr. Black responded like it was obvious. “And that’s not all.” 

Alex cocked his eyebrow, confused. He hesitantly glanced towards one of the mirrors in the gym and paled when he saw the tiny bulge in the front of the thong. Instead of looking like it was strained to bursting, the pouch of the thong was baggy from having too much room. Alex estimated that his cock would’ve had to shrunk to a pathetic little nub, barely an inch long.

“Don’t worry, Musclebutt,” Mr. Black teased, running an admiring hand over the crest of where Alex’s back exploded out into his large ass, “with an ass like that, you won’t need such a big cock anymore.”

Alex knew what he meant, and the more the musclemen stared at him, the more his nub throbbed. But that was nothing compared to the unsettling sensation of emptiness that he felt in his inflated ass, a desperate desire to be stuffed full overwhelming him.

Despite himself, Alex dropped on all fours and presenting his giant butt towards the crowd of men, giving it a playful wiggle. “Like, who’s first?” he heard himself ask aloud. The gym was filled with his loud moans as he was fucked over and over, the gym thief now the gym’s own musclebutt, built to satisfy every man who entered.

[Original photo from twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

Voting (2)

Okay, so I'm getting the hang of how Tumblr polls work and the timeframes. Since I want this to be more of a weekend thing, here's the second one, and I will have the first one up whenever the poll time ends there!

This young stud is Alex, and he's unfortunately the reason why you'll sometimes find stuff missing from your gym locker when you return from your workout. Someone eventually got fed up with his antics and decided to leave him something special to steal.

I just love this morph of Tyler's butt!

One of my favorite studs: Brad Rowe; and he looks so hot with little in front but a lot in the back!

He couldn’t stop.

No matter how hard he tried to stop his workout, Brad Rowe was horrified to find his body moving on its own accord, performing rep after rep. He tried to call out for help, but his voice got stuck in his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop his workout, and couldn’t stop the burning sensation deep in his powerful glutes.

He turned his head to try and signal to someone for help, his heart dropping when he spotted one of the new employees. He held a small, hand-stitched doll in his hands— a doll that was dressed in all black just like he was. The employee held his thumb over the doll’s mouth, all the while bending it and straightening it, making it look like the doll was performing the same exercise Brad was.

“Gonna help you build up that booty, Brad,” the employee mouthed to him. He momentarily let go of the doll’s mouth to fish in his pocket, pulling out a handful of cotton balls.

Before Brad could question what he was going to do, the employee began to shove the cotton balls inside the doll, padding its butt.

Brad felt his thighs stretch and could feel his massive ass enlarging, stretching his spandex pants to the limit. He looked over into one of the posing mirrors, his heart racing when he saw his normally-sized cheeks the size of overinflated soccer balls.

“Pl-please! Stop!” Brad begged when the seams of his pants started to burst, his growing ass peeking out of the fabric for the entire gym to see.

The employee simply chuckled and reached back into his pocket to grab even more cotton balls.  “We’ve just started,” he teased.

“Brad!” Mr. Clemmons hummed from the lawn chair he was lounging on.

The bodybuilder swallowed nervously and stepped forward, his tiny speedo so small that his permanently hard cock started to poke out the top already.  “Yes, Sir?” Brad Rowe answered, standing nervously under the gaze of his master.

Mr. Clemmons waved his empty glass in front of the muscle man. “Get me another long island iced tea,” he yawned.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad said as he grabbed the empty glass and waddled inside the house towards the bar. His larger thighs kept rolling over one another, and his movement caused his cock to emerge fully from his tiny speedo that he was forced to wear all the time— not that he could see it. Brad’s pecs were so large that they formed a shelf from his chest, preventing him from seeing his lower body without the use of a mirror.

As he was making the drink for his master, Brad kept cursing to himself about how he’d managed to get himself into this situation. He’d received a notification on his Instagram, asking for a private flexing session. At first he was going to refuse until he saw that he was being offered some serious money. Unfortunately, once Brad showed up to Mr. Clemmons mansion, his life changed forever.

The formerly 235-lb. bodybuilder was now a walking musclemorph, with his over-inflated muscles making him top off at 307-lbs. Most of the muscle was concentrated in his bubble butt and huge muscletits, making him look curvy. Worst of all was his permanently erect cock, which made him feel horny all the time. No matter how much he hated his situation, he couldn’t help but lust after the older man who’d done this him. Brad hated every second of his new life, but couldn’t help but look forward to the times whenever Mr. Clemmons fucked him, his internal wiring reworked to make it so that he couldn’t cum without the older man’s cock inside of him.

Brad returned to the backyard, handing Mr. Clemmons his drink.  “Here you go, Sir,” he said.

Mr. Clemmons took a small sip and lowered his sunglasses.

Brad felt his inflated form waddle further into the middle of the backyard without his say-so, which was an unfortunate common occurrence here. He turned around and faced the older man, putting his hands on his waist and performed a front lat pose.  His hyper musculature bulged with power as he showed off his vast form, feeling a smile forcing itself onto his face.

“I know you like to show off for me,” Mr. Clemmons commented, a smirk deep on his face.  “Keep at it for a while and then you can finish with whatever’s on the barbecue. I think you have about fifteen minutes.”

Brad wanted to run and hide, his cock was painfully hard and bobbing in front of him as he maneuvered to perform a side chest pose. Through each pose and movement, he kept grinning and fought hard to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his head that begged to be fucked by Mr. Clemmons.

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[Photo from: twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

Brad Rowe strutted around the pool, his muscled chest puffed out with pride. The bodybuilder had been invited to the pool party which was mainly an excuse for some social media influencers to take loads of sexy pictures for their profiles. At first Brad didn’t seem too excited, but in the end he figured that he could use some more followers.

Every so often Brad would notice another man looking up at him from his phone, shooting either a lustful or envious look. He ignored them.

“Brad! I’m glad that you made it!” the owner of the property, Mr. Black, cheerfully greeted the bodybuilder. Mr. Black was an older man who used to partake in bodybuilding back in the day, but now his large muscles were covered with a thick layer of fat and graying fur, making him look like a beefy bear. All of that bulk was contained in the tiniest speedo, his large cock clearly outlined by the skimpy material.

Brad politely smiled back at the host. “Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” he said, looking around at the large crowd of scantily clothed people. “Looks like your parties are pretty popular.”

The older man nodded. “Yeah, but it’d be better if my damn entertainment arrived,” he frowned. “I think they blew me off.. Oh well.”

“Yeah, sorry to hear about that,” Brad commented. “If it’s any consolation, I still think it’s a great party.”

Mr. Black warmly smiled and patted Brad on his broad shoulder, giving him a wink that sent a shiver down the bodybuilder’s spine. “Thanks,” he smirked. “I knew that it was a great idea inviting you here.” Then he walked off to go greet his other guests, leaving Brad alone by the pool.

“Weird…” Brad muttered under his breath, his tanned skin tingling from where the older man had patted his shoulder. He shook it off and started to make his way back towards the bar at the other end of the pool, eager for a drink.

As the hunk walked, he couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. Although he’d noticed people staring at him earlier, he was now hyperaware of all of the men outright gawking at his muscular form.

And he loved it.

Brad had no clue where his sudden burst of confidence came from, but he felt himself smile widely as he arched his back, shoving his large pecs out further in front of him while simultaneously pushing his famous bubblebutt out. When a smaller man looked up at him, Brad felt himself flex his enormous biceps, making the huge muscle flex with power; and he felt himself getting hard when the other man’s eyes widened with lust.

“Enjoying the view, Stud?” Brad heard himself say, making his own eyes go wide this time. He had no idea why he’d said anything like that, or why on earth his heart was racing the more the other man stared at him. “I can show ya some other things too.”

Brad felt his legs turn himself around, and he flexed his asscheeks for the other man. He screamed internally the entire time, horrified as he felt like he was a backseat passenger in his own body. He could hear himself openly flirting with the other man and could feel himself showing off his muscles, but he couldn’t control either.

The smaller man grinned hungrily as he took in the hot sight before him. “Lookin’ good, Brad,” he said.

The bodybuilder felt himself smirk back and slap his ass, wincing when he felt the sizable muscle jiggle more than it should. He managed to look over his broad shoulder, unable to scream out in shock as he saw that his ass had managed to nearly triple in size. His normal bubblebutt had been replaced by a giant ass that jutted away from his back at a near right angle, and it jiggled with every tentative step he took, lighting up pleasure centers that made his cock throb.

“Ooh, look at this giant bubblebutt!” Brad exclaimed, wanting to ask what had happened to him, but instead he was horrified to hear him drawing more attention to himself.

More of the men around the pool turned to look at the bottom-heavy stud, each of them staring with lust clearly evident on their hungry faces.

Brad wanted nothing more than to run and hide, but the growing crowd of men around him only egged him on.

The bodybuilder begged himself to stop showing off as he started to twerk his massive cheeks for the crowd, the giant globes jiggling wildly due to their humongous size. The rippling motion would not stop and Brad was helpless to do anything but show off his muscles and newly inflated ass in front of the horny crowd of men. He was beyond humiliated, but so deeply turned on.

“Uughhh!” Brad finally moaned as he blew his load in front of the crowd, his chest muscles heaving as he panted. He was blushing over the wet spot forming on his trunks, but when he realized that the men were staring at it, he felt himself get rock hard all over again.

“Nice party,” he overheard another man tell Mr. Black.

The older man smiled back at Brad, giving him another wink. “Yeah,” he smirked. “I knew that hiring Brad Rowe as entertainment was a good idea. The slut can’t help but show off his body to every man in sight.”

Brad wanted to confront the older man and demand that he turn him back to normal, however, the new himbo only tore his skintight trunks away from his body, allowing his hard cock and inflated ass to be on full display for the crowd of men to see and feel up. He couldn’t stop the hot, slutty moans that escaped from his mouth as the guys ran their beefy hands all over him, especially his ass. Their fingers sank into the expansive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body.

Despite how horrified and embarrassed he was, the bodybuilder felt himself close to cumming again, even loving it when guys would squeeze his ass. His new himbo personality was taking over fast, and it didn’t take long until the bodybuilder was full on shaking his rotund booty for everybody, barely registering the voice in the back of his head that told him this was wrong.

“Everybody check out my slutty bubblebutt!” Brad Rowe moaned loudly, his cock oozing as he playfully slapped his own humongous cheeks for the crowd.

I'm loving making these comic TFs!

This Summer, try visiting Himbo Beach! It's a relaxing nude beach where you can leave feeling like a brand new man!

Hi I was wondering if you could turn me into a heavyweight ifbbpro? Someone as big as Jean Pierre fux would be amazing or bigger. I’m a full time barista and just love the idea of just becoming a muscle bull.

Sure thing! (I had this all written up and then realized that there might be a slight difference between barista and bartender... my bad)

One particular night at work, you'd gotten an eccentric customer who had asked for a drink that that you hadn't heard of before. Cocking your eyebrow at him, you asked him exactly what kind of ingredients were involved in it.

This strange customer happily listed off random ingredients, some of them sounding like they'd taste absolutely terrible in a drink. Still, he was paying customer, so you went along with it and happily prepped the strangely curated drink for him.

When you handed it over to him, he shook his head. "It's not for me," he explained. "It's for you." With that, he disappeared out into the crowd of clubgoers, seemingly vanishing.

You thought that it was weird and was about to dump the strange concoction that he'd had you prep. However, right as you held the glass above the sink, you paused and figured that there was no harm in taking a sip of the odd drink.

The second you brought the glass up to your lips and took a hesitant sip, you went rock hard. Given the tight slacks that were a part of your uniform, your hard cock was easily visible to everyone behind the bar and some of the customers who were sober enough to notice.

Your cock throbbed with such intense want that you almost went to give in and attempt to unzip your slacks, however, you were soon distracted by the loud rip that echoed out in the club.

Your eyes widened when your shirt ripped to shreds and fell at your feet. At first, you were confused as to what was happening, but then you quickly became alerted to the heaviness that you felt in your chest. Your eyes bulged out of your skull as your pecs packed on so much meat that they began to obscure your view of your lower body as it grew. Your arms packed on so much meat that you couldn't bend them past ninety degrees, and they rested on flaring lats. Your back broadened so much that you'd have to go through any standard sized door sideways from now on.

You were stunned silent, as well as your coworkers and some of the clubgoers as they watched your transformation.

Your thighs widened and pushed against each other, forcing you to adopt a widened stance as they grew. Your slacks ripped to shreds, exposing your growing lower half too. For a moment, you briefly wondered how your boxers had morphed into a pair of posers, but then you were quickly alerted to your bubbling ass as if grew and rounded, becoming thick and rotund as it jutted out from your back drastically.

When you were done, you stood behind the bar looking like a superheavyweight bodybuilder. You estimated that you must've come in at around three hundred pounds of solid, shredded muscle, looking like a total monster.

Your fear and apprehension quickly faded and you couldn't help but lift your barely flexible arms up in the air and form a double biceps pose, reveling in the shocked gazes that your vast form brought.

The men in the crowd quickly surged forward, each one of them grabbing the unknown drink eagerly and taking a sip before passing it on.

Soon, the club was stuffed full of massive bodybuilders who flexed and showed off their huge muscles for one another... only you were the biggest one and had scores of other musclemen lining up to feel up on your massive form.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 14: Whoopie Cushion

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PFFTT!

The fart sound echoed out in the home office as soon as Derek sat down in his chair, his eyes widening and his face turning slightly red as the others in his Zoom meeting cocked their eyebrows at him.

The werewolf huffed as he reached under the cushion of his chair and pulled out a deflated pink whoopie cushion, the pink joke toy making him sneer at his husband and son’s childishness. 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said to his coworkers. “My husband thinks he’s funny.”

The rest of the Zoom meeting went without any sort of hiccup, however Derek kept the whole whoopie cushion fiasco in the back of his head, biting back a growl over how foolish it had made him look. The alpha werewolf certainly wasn’t known for his stellar sense of humor, and while he cherished his husband Stiles’s silliness and the way it’d rubbed off on their son, Eli, there were times when Derek grew tired of being the butt of their jokes and pranks.

That led the patriarch of the Hale Household to rally up his family into his van and speed down to the local prank shop, whoopie cushion in hand.

“Der, you don’t need to return the cushion to make a point,” Stiles moped in the passenger seat. “Besides, it’s used. They won’t take it back.”

Derek silently brooded, clenching his jaw in irritation. He hated to look like a stick in the mud, but he felt that someone had to be the serious one in the household, and unfortunately, that responsibility landed on his shoulders.

He pulled up into the store’s empty parking lot, and stormed out of the van. Derek stomped into the store and slammed the deflated whoopie cushion onto the counter in front of the startled old man.

“What kind of adult sells childish toys like these… to other adults?” Derek roared, flinching at the last part of his statement.

The old shop owner simply readjusted his glasses as he stared upwards at the angry werewolf, his lips pursed into a thin line. “It’s just meant for fun,” he tried to explain. “Why don’t you try to loosen up and just have a laugh every now and then?”

Derek bit back a growl at the older man’s worse, feeling oddly defensive. “I am fun,” he snarled, “I just don’t have time for childish shit like whoopie cushions. These aren’t funny, they’re annoying!”

The older man didn’t look phased by Derek’s outburst and actually yawned. “You’re not fun,” he coldly muttered, before a chipper quality crawled into his scratchy voice. “But, I can help you with that.”

Before Derek could ask what the old guy was talking about, he felt an odd electric shock quality run all over his body. It caused the werewolf to tense up, his skin feeling tight for a second before all of his muscles seemingly relaxed.

“What the hell was that?” he asked the older man. 

The man seemed to fight back a smile as he stared at Derek, making the werewolf all the more angry.

Before Derek could take a swing at him or yell some more, he looked downwards in the direction of the man’s gaze, his eyes widening at the pinkish hue to his skin. Derek was normally pale, but now his skin was starting to brighten and look like it was a bubblegum pink, more akin to a pencil erasure than his usual skin tone. Weirder, and even more apt to the erasure comparison, Derek could smell the faint stench of rubber beginning to emanate from him in waves, making him cock his eyebrow.

Carefully, Derek reached over and pinched his arm, pulling back with his hand. The werewolf nearly yelped as his skin now possessed an elastic quality which caused it to stretch outwards beyond the realms of possible. Derek’s heart raced in his chest as he realized that he’d been turned into rubber!

A hiss like a tire being inflated echoed out in the small prank shop, and Derek felt his clothes growing tighter by the second. Looking downward at himself, Derek was shocked to witness all of the muscles in his body steadily inflating. He’d already been blessed with large, manly muscles, yet now they started to bulge out and round. They looked cartoonishly big, with round qualities to the point where he seemed more inflated than muscular, like most of his muscles were full of air. Even his cheeks puffed outwards; and speaking of cheeks, a lot of the growth was centered at Derek’s ass, which bubbled out into large beachball sized globes.

“Wh-what did you do to me?!” Derek roared as he explored his pink, inflated body with his shaking hands.

The older man just continued to fight back laughs. “I figured that this would help you learn how to laugh more,” he snickered.

“What does that even mean?!” Derek cried, taking a tentative step forward, flinching at the sound that echoed out.

Pfffttt!

Derek froze, his eyes widening before they narrowed towards the shop owner. “You turned me into a fuckin’ whoopie cushion!” he accused, holding his arms out to show off his inflated form. However, little poots were heard at the brisk movement, making the werewolf blush.

The older man waved his wrinkled hand dismissively. “It’s only for a few days,” he muttered before gesturing at the whoopie cushion on the counter. “Oh, and no returns on used products.”

With a growl, Derek snatched the whoopie cushion off the counter and stomped out of the store, bristling with every little fart noise that sounded out with each step he took. A few people out on the street would giggle in his direction, especially at the noises that he was helpless to make, making his pink face turn a dark red with embarrassment.

Worse was that once Derek reached the van, Eli and Stiles were stunned silent as they gawked at his whoopie cushion body… then they both burst out laughing.

Derek just bared his werewolf fangs at them in irritation as he opened up the driver’s side door and jumped into the seat—

PPPFFTTTT!

The loud fart noise boomed inside the van as Derek sat down, his inflated bubblebutt squishing like the perfect whoopie cushion it now was.

Immediately Stiles burst out into hysterics, going so far as to wipe tears from his eyes at Derek’s helpless fart noises.

Derek just grumbled to himself and gripped the steering wheel tightly, the motion causing little fart sounds again as he drove home, fart sounds echoing out every time the vehicle hit a bump in the road.

“Damn it, *pfft, this is *pfft ridiculous,” Derek groaned.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 16: Himbo

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Derek Hale sat in the corner of the bar, brooding over life in general. The sourwolf had a deep frown set onto his face, scowling at nothing specifically— his foul mood creating a dark aura about him.

He finished his whiskey on the rocks and was about to ask for another one, when the bartender (some peppy guy with dyed blue hair) set down a large glass of beer in front of him. The golden drink must’ve been extra-carbonated because tons of tiny bubbles floated around like crazy in it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow up at the bartender. “I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” the bartender interrupted him. “It’s a new brand called ‘Bubbly Beer’.”

“‘Bubbly Beer’?” Derek repeated incredulously, almost scoffing at the stupid sounding name. The tough alpha wouldn’t be caught dead drinking such a ridiculous drink. 

Still, free was free.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip of the bubble-filled beer. It was sickeningly sweet and the carbonation made the drink more akin to soda than actual beer.

Derek grimaced at the drink, nearly gagging. He hated sweets.

However, the alcohol content must’ve been high, because after that singular sip of beer, Derek could already feel a slight buzz. His brain felt a little foggy and it actually seemed to dull his angst.

“Meh,” he hummed. “Does the trick, I guess.”

Derek took another sip.

The fog settled in deeper, and a dazed grin formed on Derek’s face. He leaned back further into his chair, unaware of the knowing smirk from the bartender. He struggled to think back to what was bothering him in the first place.

He happily brought the glass back up to his lips, but this time he took a couple gulps of the beer.

Derek’s smile grew a little larger, but it almost subsided when he started to feel a little warm. Like a sudden total wave of heat crashing upon him, Derek suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. His white button down shirt was suddenly a bit too thick for his liking, and having it buttoned up all the way made him feel awkward, almost like he was wearing a large tent. 

In an attempt to gain some sort of ease, Derek reached up and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.

“That’s soooooo much better,” he sighed, his goofy grin coming back full force once he wasn’t completely covered. His toned pecs were slightly exposed to the cool air of the bar.

Derek took a few more gulps of the beer.

The legs of the chair groaned loudly as Derek squirmed around. His chest felt heavier and his arms kept colliding with his sides in a way that they hadn’t before… right?

Derek’s heart raced in his beefy chest for a moment, but he quickly shrugged his anxiety away as he glanced down at his meaty muscletits. His massive pecs were barely covered by the button down shirt that they strained against, his nubby nipples poking teasingly against the fabric. His large biceps bulged out of his straining sleeves, constantly bumping against pecs and lats, hindering each one of Derek’s movements. And lastly, the werewolf rocked back and forth on his humongous bubblebutt that strained his jeans to bursting, the big ass making it look like Derek was sitting on a bunch of cushions.

Derek caught a nerdy guy sneak a peek at him from across the bar, and he couldn’t resist lifting one of his big arms to flex a powerful bicep.

The nerd’s jaw dropped, yet he quickly recomposed himself and stood up, slowly heading over towards Derek.

Derek finished off the last of the bubbly beer, setting the empty glass onto the bar.

“Um, h-hey,” the small nerdy guy smiled at Derek. “What brings you here all alone?”

Derek smiled back full force at the other guy, his cock rocketing to life. The ten inch monster snaked down his pant leg noticeably, looking like he was stuffing a summer sausage down his pants.

“Oh y’know,” Derek chirped back, “I’m just, like, totally out here looking for cute guys!” He giggled at the end of his statement, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his eyes up and down hungrily over the nerd’s body.

The nerd smiled back nervously, nearly drooling over Derek’s bulbous muscletits. “Well,” he said, “I’m about to ditch this place, if you wanna come with?”

“Sure!” Derek quickly said, practically hopping out of his chair. He snatched a tight hold of the smaller guy’s hand and began to walk towards the exit.

Derek paused for a brief second, feeling as if something was wrong. His gait was thrown off by the constant jiggling of his bubblebutt behind him, and he had to arch his back slightly to account for his huge pecs. Plus, his head felt so slow.

And he was so painfully horny! 

Despite himself, all he seemed to be able to focus on was cock and getting his big butt stuffed full with the nerd’s. His lust took over and that foggy sensation clouded over his brain again, effectively silencing that alarm bell. 

“Like, this is totally gonna be the best night ever!” Derek cheered as he wiggled his hips, causing his big butt to bounce wildly, loving the lustful look in the nerd’s eyes.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 29: Butt Growth

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Derek collapsed back onto the bed, next to a sweaty Stiles. The both of them panted from their latest romp, Stiles waiting for the sensation in his legs to return after Derek totally drilled into him.

Th alpha werewolf’s libido seemed to be in overdrive, given the proximity of the full moon. Stiles was overjoyed about this fact, eagerly bending over to help his boyfriend release some of his sexual tension. That being said, after being the one to bottom over and over, Stiles was interested in a little change of pace.

“Hey, Der?” he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Hmm?” Derek hummed, already feeling himself grow hard at the scent of musk and pure sex permeating their bedroom. He gradually scooted closer to his boyfriend on the mattress, wrapping his large arms around his slender form, rutting his hardening cock against his perky butt.

“Wanna switch positions?” Stiles asked.

Derek paused his rutting and cocked his eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Huh?”

Stiles sat up and shifted himself closer to Derek. “Like, how about I be the top this time?” he suggested, trying to seductively wriggle his brow at the werewolf who only scoffed in response.

“Babe,” Derek snorted, “I’m the alpha, so I’m the top. There’s no way I’m gonna bottom… ever.” Sure Derek loved Stiles and he was well aware that he was in a homosexual relationship (clearly), but he couldn’t help but feel like bottoming was something that only the “girl” in the man x man relationship did. Being an alpha and being the tough guy that he was, Derek wouldn’t be caught dead being the bottom.

Stiles frowned. “A simple ‘No’ would’ve been fine…” he muttered before perking up. “Well, maybe you just need some convincing.” He snapped his fingers, grinning knowingly.

Before Derek could ask what was up, the alpha felt an odd tightness centering at his glutes. It felt as if he’d just finished a rigorous leg day at the gym, feeling his backside burn and ache as if he’d just completed some serious squats.

Derek’s lower back felt as if it were being lifted upwards off the bed, and the werewolf flipped over onto his stomach and looked over his broad shoulder, gasping loudly.

The toned butt that was perfectly proportional with the rest of Derek’s impressive muscles was magically bubbling out from his back. His butt grew in size, pushing out and rounding to form a fuckable bubblebutt that was too large for his body.

“Wh-what’s happening?!” Derek panicked, pressing both of his hands on his growing ass, paling as they felt small compared to his massive cheeks. He could feel his hands being pushed further away as his butt continued to grow in waves, thrusting itself away from his lower back, jiggling wildly with every movement.

Stiles couldn’t hide how turned on he was by watching Derek’s butt grow bigger. “Don’t worry, Der,” he said, loving how out of proportion his boyfriend’s butt looked, “if I did the spell right, it’ll wear off in a few hours.”

“Hours?” Derek repeated, flinching when the tightness finally subsided.

Bolting off the bed, the first thing Derek noticed was that his thighs had packed on a little more meat to account for the extra weight at his bottom. When he took an awkward step forward, Derek blushed as he felt his inflated cheeks bouncing and rolling over each other. He got to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, wincing as he looked at his warped reflection. The rest of his body remained unchanged, making Derek’s enlarged bubblebutt all the more ridiculous. It had to be at least three times its normal size, and it created a near perfect shelf as it jutted out from his lower back. Derek gave his hips a tentative shake, his heart racing as he watched his cheeks ripple and shake from the slightest movement. His butt was so large and out of place that his waist seemed to pinch inwards before ballooning out into his new bubble.

Derek looked away from the mirror for a split second to shoot a pleading look over at Stiles— Stiles was rock hard, and the second Derek’s eyes landed on his cock, he felt something inside of him flip.

Used to feeling a surge of lust and then having his cock rocket to life, Derek still felt himself get hard, but there was also an intense desire that he felt deep within his inflated butt. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but Derek felt desperately empty, and he couldn’t help but clench his enlarged cheeks with want.

His meaty pecs rising and falling as he breathed heavily, Derek couldn’t help but run towards the bed, ignoring the bouncing weight at his back. He threw himself onto the bed and perched up on all fours, shoving his inflated ass towards Stiles.

“Pl-please?” Derek begged, wiggling his hips teasingly and making his butt jiggle.

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. “‘Please’ what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The need was overwhelming, like there was deep, intense itch inside of him that needed satisfying. Derek gritted his teeth and pushed his giant butt closer to Stiles, grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart to flash his tight hole. “Please fuck me!” he begged.

Stiles crawled forward and grabbed a hold of Derek’s waist, right at the crest of his overblown mounds. As he worked himself inside of Derek, he loved the way Derek tensed up.

“Oooohhhh fuuuuck,” Derek moaned as he pressed his forehead against the hard mattress as he was stuffed full. Automatically, Derek started to buck and roll his hips in tune to Stiles’s thrusts. 

As Derek was heatedly fucked, he couldn’t help but marvel at how intense the pleasure that surged throughout his altered body was. His cheeks bounced and rippled, adding to his orgasmic bliss. He could still see himself in the bedroom mirror, noting that he looked ridiculous with his large muscles and even larger ass, getting fucked silly by his much smaller boyfriend. His jaw was slack as he moaned like a slut, and his useless, untouched cock bobbed between his thighs, drooling precum.

Despite his previous disdain with bottoming, Derek felt himself craving the sensation of being filled with his boyfriend’s cock. His enormous ass wasn’t something to be embarrassed by, but it was a gateway to the ultimate pleasure.

By the time Stiles tensed up and came, filling Derek up with his load, Derek had already came about twice. He unconsciously flexed his cheeks as his boyfriend came, desperately milking him to get more of that sensation of being full.

“Holy fuck,” Derek panted, his chest slick with sweat. “We have to do that again!”

[2 Weeks Later]

True to Stiles’s word, the spell had worn off after a few hours, and Derek’s butt had deflated back to its normal size. Still, the werewolf loved to top his human boyfriend, and would mount him on the daily. However, there were now times when Derek would playfully walk up to his boyfriend and press his toned butt against him.

“I think it could use some more size, what do you think?” he’d coyly ask, biting down on his lower lip in anticipation as Stiles would snap his fingers, and Derek would feel his pants grow tighter…

Here's a request from @physical-lust

Sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

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Alec sighed as he logged onto FaceTime, getting ready to talk to his classmate, Van. 

The two of them had been close friends back in high school, however, they quickly drifted apart when they went to college. Despite going to the same school, Alec had received a baseball scholarship, and therefore tended to hang out solely with his fellow teammates, living it up as the stereotypical American jock. On the other hand, Van had opted to follow in the new, mysterious paranormal tract at school. The diverting paths had caused the once close buddies to become strangers.

Which was why Alec wasn’t too keen on asking Van for some tutoring help with his Biology class. Due to his focus being on partying and trying to fuck all the girls on Sorority Row, Alec had let his grades slip and he was at risk of losing his scholarship. Van had always had impressive grades all throughout high school, so he was the one Alec had contacted.

It didn’t take long for the app to connect, and Van popped up on the screen. 

The physical differences between the two young men was also noticeable. Whereas Van was slender and wore thick glasses to help him read the numerous textbooks for his advanced classes, Alec’s body was blessed with toned muscle. Alec had a perfectly proportional body with toned pecs and a perky butt. His shaggy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes made him look like a model ripped straight from an Abercrombie & Fitch bag; and he made sure to use that to his advantage. The jock had scores of women falling over at his feet (and a few men, but he didn’t pay them any attention). Even now on his FaceTime chat with his tutor/friend, he wore a tight t-shirt that displayed his impressive chest.

“Hey there, Alec,” Van happily waved on the screen. “Long time no see, right?” In the background, Alec could barely make out a treasure trove of large books, all of them looking ancient and like they’d take years to finish. The lighting was so dim that he couldn’t make out the rest of Van’s dorm, but he could see a fancy-looking candle flickering on the desk next to Van’s open Biology textbook. There were ornate carvings on it, and the way the yellow flame danced was almost mesmerizing and Alec had to snap himself away from staring at it.

“Yeah, hey, how’s it goin’?” Alec mumbled, trying to keep this tutoring session quick so that he could go nail the girl in his English class. He snatched his textbook and flipped it open to the chapter on the citric acid cycle. “So I was having some trouble with—”

“We have plenty of time for that,” Van said, waving a thin hand dismissively. “How’s your year been going? I’ve been really busy with my studies, but it’s totally worth it. One of my professors even asked me to be his personal assistant and we’ve been studying all sorts of ancient artifacts that have been used in all of these ceremonies.”

“Wow, that’s so interesting…” Alec huffed, trying not to let his annoyance show since Van was technically doing this for free.

“It really is,” Van blabbered, oblivious. He paused, a slight smile on his face. 

The candle flickered in intensity, the yellow light growing in fervor and shining even brighter. 

“Y’know,” Van began, “I’m actually really liking your new look. Blond is a good color for you.”

Blond?

Alec cocked his eyebrow in confusion, knowing that his hair was brown, not blond. He shrugged it away and chalked it up to Van’s thick glasses not really helping his sight. Poor guy. “Uh, sure,” he muttered. “Thanks.”

The two of them began to go over some of the notes on the science chapter, with Alec having a difficult time keeping up with Van’s teachings. Much to his chagrin, Alec was starting to feel a little slow, having a hard time grasping the highlights of the section in his textbook. He scrunched up his face as he stared at the chemical formulas, none of them making even the slightest bit of sense to him.

Alec scratched at the back of his head in irritation, trying to not let his frustration show on his face.

Van could pick up on it through, and playfully said, “Don’t worry, Alec. I know that some things are a little hard for you to understand.”

The fog seemed to deepen in Alec’s mind, completely destroying any chance of him understanding anything during this tutoring session. The more Alec looked at the textbook, the dumber he felt. He struggled to piece together the information in the book, but could barely recall anything he’d learned at all in class… that is, when he bothered to go to class.

Van shrugged his thin shoulders. “At least you have a deal with the professor,” he added. “It’s nice of him to pass you just for a daily blow job.”

Alec jerked back in his chair in shock, confused by what Van was saying. He didn’t have some sort of sexy deal with his Biology professor. The teacher was a large man in his early fifties, with a trimmed beard and thick salt-and-pepper colored hair. He was a total daddy of a man, always dressed in suits that showed off his nice muscle gut.

Memories of himself down on his knees, with his face shoved into the older man’s crotch started to filter into Alec's mind. His heart starting to speed up in his chest, Alec ran a shaky hand through his hair as he easily pictured himself moaning loudly under the desk as he sucked off his professor, eagerly swallowing down his entire load that he shot down his hungry throat. 

Despite himself, Alec squirmed in his seat as he felt his own cock start to harden at the memory. His impressive seven inches plumped up to full size, tenting out his workout shorts noticeably. It throbbed with want under his desk, and Alec had to fight with himself to keep his hands above the desk.

“I, uh, I didn’t know many knew about that,” Alec heard himself mutter, blushing at the words that left his mouth.

Van chuckled. “Everyone knows that,” he laughed. “You love to show off and act like a total slut in front of everyone, remember?”

The candle flickered some more.

Alec paled as his cock throbbed even more. The hunk began to squirm around in his seat as he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. The fog in his brain seemed to intensify, and all of a sudden Alec wanted nothing more than to peel out of his overbearing clothes— just being so covered up felt sweltering. Even though it was autumn, Alec feel as if he were wearing a parka in ninety degree weather, and he tugged at the collar of his t-shirt, stretching it as low as he could.

“Everything alright?” Van asked, a smirk detectable in his voice.

“Um, y-yeah,” Alec stammered, still unable to relax. Something deep in his gut told him that he shouldn’t be getting undressed in front of another guy, but he’d already torn his shirt away from his chest before registering it. 

The mere second that his pecs were out in the open, Alec felt leagues better. The cool air in his dorm made his nipples perk up and a dull grin formed on his handsome face, and before he knew it, his hands were already shimmying his shorts down to the ground. 

Alec’s face scrunched up in confusion as he sat at his desk, wearing nothing at all since he usually freeballed. His still throbbing cock bobbed in front of him, a bead of precum forming at the head. No matter how wrong he felt this scenario was, he couldn’t deny that there was a spark of excitement that rippled through him.

Van’s eyes got bigger as he looked the jock up and down.

Alec noticed that he’d been bouncing his pecs, blushing a little when he’d been made aware… but he didn’t stop.

The two of them continued to go over a few more science problems in the textbook, Alec having immense trouble concentrating. All of the long words on the pages seemed to blur together and he’d quickly get distracted by flexing a bicep or crunching his abs for the camera on his laptop.

The candle’s light shined brighter.

Van cleared his throat as Alec ran a hand over his pecs. “Lookin’ big there,” he commented. “Those tits are getting some serious size.”

If he hadn’t been watching, Alec wouldn’t have believed that his pecs would magically grow. However, the stunned stud went slack jawed as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before ballooning out from his chest. They grew larger and rounder as they jutted off of him. Even his nipples enlarged, going from tiny and perky to huge and nubby.

“Wh-what?!” Alec panicked as he palmed his giant muscletits, wincing at how they filled his hands and how he couldn’t see anything below them as they blocked his view. “What’s happening?!”

His heart raced in his chest even faster as he groped his large chest, his cock still throbbing despite his fear. His slow head started to piece together what was happening: all of his weird behavior and foreign memories.

Alec stared up at Van who only grinned from ear to ear on the screen.

“You son of a bitch!” he growled. “What are you doing to me?”

Van simply shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious, Alec?” he teased. “I was growing tired of being ignored by my supposed friend, so I decided to turn you into my own personal himbo.”

“Himbo— ohhh!” Alec snorted before getting distracted by accidentally brushing his hand over an incredibly sensitive nipple. The stud couldn’t hold back his slutty moan, and before he could react, he reached up with his other hand and thumbed his nubby nipples, all the while moaning loudly for the whole floor of his dorm to hear. He knew that he should be angry and demand that Van stop turning him into a himbo, but the pleasure was too much for his dimwitted mind to ignore. He couldn’t stop playing with his chest and pursing his lips like the slut he was turning into.

“See?” Van laughed. “It’s not so bad. And just think about how great it’ll be with that big booty of yours.”

“Uughhh!” Alec moaned as he squirmed in his seat, feeling himself lift up higher as his butt grew bigger. The altered hunk shoved himself away from the desk and stared into the section of the app that showed his own camera feed.

Alec paled as he examined this new reflection. His pecs were massive and the huge nipples they were capped with made him look like some morphed pic off of a fetish site. Not to be outdone, his ass was massive! The meaty cheeks had to have grown at least three times their normal size, rounding out and creating a perfect shelf from his back. As he swiveled his hips, he watched his booty jiggle and shake, in constant motion. The handsome jock had gone from toned to curvy in a matter of seconds. He also noticed that his brown hair was now a bright blond, just as Van had mentioned earlier.

And his hard cock spasmed as he looked at his new himbo form.

“Y-you can’t leave me like this!” Alec pleaded as he envisioned himself out on the baseball field, running around with his huge pecs and bubblebutt hindering his every movements. But then he thought about being in the locker room with all of the other jocks, showing off his warped body in the showers and having all of them either fuck him or let him suck them off— and his cock throbbed even more at the thought.

“I won’t leave you like that,” Van smirked. “Besides, there’s nothing hotter than a slutty himbo jock who’s a strict bottom. So…”

“Hnnghh!” Alec grunted as he tensed up, his pecs and ass bouncing in tandem as he came. His large seven inch cock spewed out cum. It twitched as he came, throbbing and spasming from his orgasm.

But then the jock went wide-eyed as he kept cumming, and his cock kept throbbing— and at the pinnacle of each throb, his large cock yanked itself back into his body, drastically dropping in size.

“Ugghh! Whaaat’s happening to meee?!” Alec moaned as his previously sizable cock dwindled out of sight, his large pecs blocking it from view. The stud reached down and gasped as he felt his rod get smaller and smaller in his hand. He couldn’t see them over his chest, but even his balls grew smaller, starting to look more like little grapes that were tight against his skin. His little cock settled on a pathetic three inches, looking incredibly out of place on Alec’s muscled frame; but as the himbo jock continued to cum, he relished in his pleasure, all fear evaporating from his dim mind.

A dull grin formed on Alec’s handsome face, and Van knew that the changes were about done.

Where a toned baseball playing jock had been just moments before, was a total slutty himbo who was built solely to get other men off. His massive pecs, big bubblebutt, and tiny cocklet illustrated that he was now the perfect bottom on campus, eagerly taking cock after cock.

The altered hunk swayed on his feet, the fog in his brain growing thicker by the millisecond and making it hard to think coherently. 

“Well, well,” Van smiled, admiring his work, “it looks like my little experiment was success. You’re now nothing but a dumb himbo. I don’t think that people will recognize you anymore, Alec. So why don’t we call you something else, huh? How about Brad? Brad the Buttslut? How’s that sound?”

Alec screamed on the inside as he felt himself being locked in a tight box, Brad the Buttslut taking over. The slutty himbo smiled widely and couldn’t help but flex his large arms above his head when he noticed that he was on camera. His pert little nub went hard, almost concealed by the stud’s big thighs.

“Why don’t you come over to my dorm and I’ll fuck that big slutty butt of yours?” Van beckoned.

“I’m on my way!” Brad happily agreed, snatching an unfamiliar jockstrap off of his dresser and yanking it on. The front pouch was loose and baggy, but the hunk’s enormous bubblebutt jutted out the back noticeably. Brad then thrusted his chest out with pride and sauntered out of the dorm and out onto the hall, loving all of the eyes that locked in on his himbo form.

Nobody could tell, but Brad’s tiny cock was rock hard as he waddled down to the hallway to his best friend, Van’s, dorm, throbbing as he anticipated getting his big butt stuffed full. Brad was such a huge buttslut, and he loved every second of it.