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The muscled up couple were relaxing in their bedroom. Although he was taller, Chase was the younger one by at least ten years. His partner, Doug, was much shorter than him… and in more ways than one. Chase never let Doug forget it either, getting off on demeaning the older man’s five inch cock as he fucked him with his own nine incher.

Chase, feeling frisky, began to kiss up and down his partner’s neck, getting hard with ease.

Doug squirmed and leaned away, quickly snatching something out of his nightstand drawer. “Hey Babe,” he said, showing off the small vial that he held in his clutches. “I wanna try something.”

“Poppers?” Chase wondered as he scratched at his messy hair, a little confused. His partner was always a little more vanilla, but he figured as long as he got to pound his little ass, it would be fine.

Doug just nodded, taking his dose before handing his partner the vial, which Chase partook instantly.

As soon as the chemicals hit his system, Chase spasmed and his body felt hot. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he arched his back, moaning out with pleasure as his cock felt painfully hard.  “What the fuck is this?” he panted, looking over at his partner, his eyes widening in shock when he saw Doug’s previously smallish cock lengthen and widen with every second before topping out at an impressive ten inches, putting his to shame.

Dough just smirked. “I wanted us to try something different, Babe,” he teased, reached around to playfully squeeze one of Chase’s ass cheeks.

At the slightest touch of his ass, Chase felt an earthquake of pleasure ripple through him. He couldn’t stop the loud moans from escaping his lips, feeling like he’d never felt before.  “What the hell is happening to me?” he breathed, feeling like putty in his man’s hands as his ass was played with. Never before has his ass ever been anything close to sensitive, but now he craved a man’s strong hand on it.

“You’re becoming a good bottom,” Doug cooed. “Take a look.”

Chase painstakingly stopped squirming as he ass cheeks were squeezed, looking down and gasping when he saw the one inch nub that was barely visible in his trimmed bush.  “WHAT THE FUCK?!” he screamed, grabbing at the nub in horror, but the slightest touch caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

“All those nerves squeezed into such a tiny thing has made it incredibly sensitive,” Doug commented. “But don’t worry about that; it’s not your best asset.” He gave Chase a firm smack on his ass, Chase wincing at the way his ass jiggled like it had never done so before.

Chase shot out of bed and ran over to the floor-length mirror that was in the corner of their bedroom. Again, he gasped loudly at the inflated ass that he now possessed, looking like he had two soccer balls affixed to his lower back. To make matters worse, his puny nub leaked nonstop, his horniness taking over his mind and pushing away any fear he knew he should’ve felt. With shaky eyes, he glanced over at Doug, swallowing loudly as he couldn’t help but stare at his partner’s enormous cock.

“Come here,” Doug said, motioning with his finger.

Chase rushed over and immediately got on all fours, presenting his new bubble butt to his man, ready to get absolutely fucked like the bottom boy he now was.

He’s the captain of the team. He’s the grand star of our high school. He’s a perfect man, women swoon on him. You can see his manliness just by looking at his eyes.

But that will soon change.

The secret serum i bought from a nameless scientist. Only a selected few knows about it. And i am one of those luckiest people on earth. I’ve already absorbed his secret boyfriend, thanks to my secret research in his profile. I own his friend’s muscular body, memory, skill in martial arts, and lots of knowledge.

Now it’s his turn.

I am truly amazed how this serum works. It doesn’t only affect physical appearance, but reality itself. After i suck this guy, his room, his parents and everything he has is literally mine.

Joseph, the star of my high school’s football club is going to spar with other school today. He usually come early 3 hours before the game to check at the other school’s field. Making sure to win the game. The same day, he invited me to see him play.

But he will not play.

We were having a nice talk on the restroom. Thanks to his best friend’s memory, i have a fun time talking with him. However, i took no time to waste. I took a chance of hitting him once, enough to render him unconscious.

I brought ropes, i tie his arms. And pull him into the depts of the room where sound are unheard outside. I took the liberty to enjoy every inch of his body.

Licking his neck Sniffing his armpit Pinching his nipple Groping his bulge

I. LOVE. EVERY. SECOND. OF IT.

He woke up, surprised begging to let go. But my manhood is hard as it is eager. He confessed to me that these ropes aren’t needed. I should’ve asked if i want sex. He loves me.

He enjoys wherever my palm touches. He moans as his dick grows like a mad eggplant. It was big, bigger than mine. Bo wonder girls like him. He’s a stud!

1 hour left, and i decided to reverse-absorb him. I took out his clothes and his robes. Revealing his slim yet hunky torso in front of me. I sat over his thigh, groping his toned pecs and abs. They melt into him as i pressed my arms into him. Like diving into the mud, he moaned so hard as he arched his back. I plant my face into his meaty pecs, sinking down. My shoulders, my abs, my dick, up to my feet.

I finally sunk into him.

He moans even harder, his entire body convulsed, accepting a new body in his own. His pecs grow bigger, his abs become harder and visible. His pants tightens as his quads grow thicker like trunk, his spine grows longer, his bones became denser and stronger, The hard phyton in his pants snakes longer and thicker, his cum factory bigger and more productive.

Finally, his facial structure reconstruct itself becoming a new and much more perfect man.

I stood high admiring my own body. From my face down into my biological phyton. I stroke it quickly and it spurts out man juice. My body is so dexterous, as memories about his life added to my brain.

Someday, i might absorb christiano ronaldo, and become the perfect football player. This is just the beginning…

Epilogue after Reunion

The reunion went smooth as fuck everyone was so surprised that i changed into a rich and sexy stud. They don’t know that i took a cheat path by taking a stud’s body into myself.

Clean hair, ripped muscles, perfect beard, square jaw. But i felt something is missing. Deep down i wish i could be bigger. This might be the hidden wish of that person i absorbed long ago.

One day after work, i went to the gym. I’ve been a member and had a personal trainer before i steal a stud’s body. It was late at night and the gym was quiet. My personal trainer welcomed me. He was very surprised how my body changed so much in less than a year. He licked his lips, showing that he took interest in my body.

“I assume you took the infamous serum and taking someone’s body.” as he pushed me to an inclining bench and pulled my office tie.

Ah, he seemed familiar of the serum, then. I nodded in affirmation.

He gave me a quick kiss, “Naughty boy, let me give you a punishment for cheating.”

He took of my pants, using me as his fucktoy mindlessly.

“How do you fell, rich boy?! I really like you now... those muscles fits you... UGH... very fucking well. UNF..Fuck i... i might enjoying this more i did you last time!”

He fucked me through every hole i had. My mouth, my ass, his movements are wild as fuck i felt being ripped apart. He has trouble catching his breath while fucking. And i have nothing to do but moaning in pain and pleasure.

He pushed me back to the bench as he began fapping. He moaned hard and harder. He’s getting near to the climax.

“Ugh.. AAARGGHH... You like this man milk, rich guy. Tell you what, I’m offering you my own body to make you even more perfect!”

Did i hear that right? He offered his own body to be absorbed by myself!

“But no, i don’t want to be just absorbed... I wanted to become a part of your rich life. I want my mind, my memory, and my sanity intact. I wanted to live alongside you as a rich stud”

“But i... i don’t have the serum”

He laughed, as he cleaned himself off, “Don’t fret, i have the serum with me.”

He went off to his gym bag as he took 2 serum that has same color.

“This serum works differently that the original one. Instead the host absorbing another, this one literally merges two bodies while keeping their personalities intact, thus two minds in one body.”

He offered one of the serum to myself. I took off my office suit, as we went to the shower room together.

I kept looking at his shaft. I can feel it... It’s going to be mine soon... That manhood, strong veiny and manly...

He pushed me down to the floors as he unite our body into a much more perfect entity.

Our manhoods were colliding each other. Two treasures of studs merging together into a larger, stronger, and more virile weapon of man.

“Ohhhh... I can feel it, our body merging..!!!” He moaned as he kept pushing into myself.

His arms, his legs, his torso, it melts down into my own. My own body accepted the foreign power of man. Our lips met, our tongues wrestle, using little time to give deep kiss as our head meld together.

His knowledge, his memories, began to pour into my own. But his personality intact.

“I finally going to live with you, as a rich man” another voice echoed in my head.

As he finally melds into me fully, My body began to move. I pushed myself up into a standing position. My arm began to move on its own, as if it’s partially controlled by my personal trainer, he put his briefs into our own body...

But then another spark of pleasure rise up in every inch of our nerves. It’s having an AMAZING ORGASM... EVERYWHERE

AHHHH... AAAAAAGHHHHH... SUCH PLEASURE... It feels.. GREAT..!!! ARRRGHHHH

We arched our combined heads. Our pecs began to inflate with power. Veins surfacing on our abs, biceps. Our strength combined, becoming the true being of testosterone!

Spines grew longer, our body increased in height

Our shoulders grow larger, our frame grow wider in size

Our abs stacks to each other, forming an amazing, large eight pack.

We moaned so loud in amazing pleasure. It’s the greatest growth we never felt before!

One ripped man, and one hulking man, together they become a large, powerful beauty made from muscle.

*Credit image goes to https://growboygrow.tumblr.com/

Suddenly our crotch felt really hot. As we feel blue inside our balls... The flaccid manhood began to grow enormously, two additional testicles were manifested into the scrotum. Forcing the briefs to grow obscenely large.

Slowly but surely the combined manhood forced upon our briefs, precums began flowing like crazy because all 3 sets of testicles working harder than normal.

Strange feeling flows up from our crotch into our pecs as our nipples grows and spurts out liquid. With a quick taste, it’s actually precum being shot.

The process was completed. A new, perfect man has stood in front of the mirror.

“We look amazing, isn’t it” As the voice from my personal trainer echoed through my mind.

“Indeed, we are.” As we flexed together our new large guns and posing a “most muscular” posture.

“I” took a new shot of myself in front of the mirror. Using it as the wallpaper of my smartphone.

Now I’m no longer the rich man, nor the personal trainer. But a new perfect entity of pure testosterone.

It is time to live together in harmony in form of perfect muscle. I pack all my things and wore my office suit.

Sadly, it seems i can’t button them. Because this combined body has larger frame and wider chest.

Oh well, might as go back home shirtless. At least my office pants is still wearable, albeit it’s too tight.

I might need new clothes, larger size.

This personal trainer named Thomas, lived happily alongside me. As two minds inside one perfect body.

As a man of strength, testosterone, virility, and of course... wealth.

Now, for a new selfie in my facebook.

I can’t wait to see my friends shocked upon my perfected handsomeness.

Small Wang No More

My name is Wang. Ever since high school, I’m used to be the butt joke in PE class.

“Small Wang! Small Wang!”

It’s frustrating, depressing, and stressful, their bully that is. No teachers were doing anything, since the bully weren’t physical. I prove them wrong by studying hard and being the top of the class. I even aced Harvard, for F sake.

Still, this 4 inches of mine never changed. No matter how I tried to change it.

Curse my parents and grandparents. Father is known to have a slightly bigger manhood, yet still below average. Grandfathers from both side were guilty on both accounts.

That is, until the public release of “Absorption Serum”. The serum became an urban legend since a pro bodybuilder used it to win a competition. It’s a damn chore to preorder one. The company requires bullcrap essay writing and background check.

Thankfully, my order was a priority. I don’t know how or why. I need this “Small Wang” joke to end.

What I did, was ordering a body therapist from Grinder. I ordered a twunk with erect size over 8 inches. A double plus massage, absolutely with sex. They’re pricey. But the price doesn’t matter when they’re going to be absorbed.

30 minutes before the twunk arrive. I inject myself with the serum. The serum is active the moment my body feels hot. And the absorption process begin when my body gets in contact with male semen.

I’d better not F this up.

The first twunk arrived. Oh my, lookin at that conspicuous bulge inside his joggers was a huge turn on.

“Hey there!” the friendly twunk smiles. As every therapist does, good service ensures continuous orders. And I’ll be his last customer.

I have to admit, his massages are phenomenal. The touches, the presses, all the kinks and knots on my body is done by a professional. I’m surprised, I thought Grindr sex therapist are just empty therapist that sells d1cks.

Time passes, and the sex happened. By that time, my body temperature goes warm. The serum is now in effect. All I need, is asking him to shoot his load in me.

He turned my body around, facing up. Those toned pecs, visible abs. My fingers were touching every contour of his muscles. My mind screams impatiently. Imagine all my clothes fitting those muscles. I might as well be shirtless forever.

Each thrusts goes with purpose. He truly is meant for maximum experience. My prostate is being abused to maximum. My heating body, low blood temperature, and the edge of orgasm puts my mind close to whiteness.

“Do it, come in me,” I ragged. I just want this body now.

He came, he grunts, he moans, it was really loud. We stayed there, connected for a few seconds. I felt some sort of tingling around my anus.

It was when he tried to pull out, something was wrong. He looked down, and notices a lot of veins coming out from his dick, and into the skin around my anus.

“Wh... what is happening?” he stammered out, in shock.

“Don’t worry,” I cooed, rubbing my fingers on his chest. There was a faint touchy feeling, as if I’m caressing my own chest.

“Nothing is wrong”

The therapist tried to scream for help. Thank my soundproofed room, no one heard us. I need to silence him. I threw my head to his, interlocking our lips, and gave him a tight embrace.

Mineminemineminemineminemineminemine!!!!

Every part of his body started sinking into own, like a prey fell to a sandpit. I can feel faint heartbeats from his own. At first, it was beating hard, and fast. Adrenaline are pumping endlessly into his bloodstream. Then, his heartbeat starts to slow down, matching my own. His overproduce of adrenaline rush flows into my own through the merged veins.

I feel HIGH. The fight and flight response, combined with an extreme orgasmic high.

Our lips produces muffled screams. His in terror, and my in pure ecstacy.

This body... IT’S MINE!

That word repeats in my mind like a mantra

Our body coalesce, throbbing with the rhythms of our heartbeat. Until I’m the only one standing, well, lying down on the bed.

I writhe, the numb pain on my body, bones creaking, muscles straining. I can hear the strong heartbeat within myself. I must endure, because the manhood of my dreams is coming.

And that’s when it happened. I feel a certain pull on my crotch. I looked down. An erection growing even more erect. New veins pumping, revealing itself to the growing pride. And a slight hair growing from the base of my crotch, to my bellybutton.

“Ohhh.... OHHHH!!!!” I screamed to the top of my lungs, alone.

The manhood is just the beginning. I feel pumping, throbbing on my chest. They’re flexing on their own, and growing slowly like an inflated balloon. My forearms, biceps, thighs, follows suit on growing thicker.

Shoulders popping out, hard as a bowling ball. Abs, popping out like cobblestones, more veins pumping itself and revealing it’s glory throughout my body.

Throb.... throb.... throb..

The pulsing has ended, the throbbing finished. I stood up and walk towards the mirror.

Perfection.

My hands began to reach those chest. It was a very delicate touch, just like what the therapist did. Turns out I also absorbed his knowledge. I know many things about the person’s past, knowledge, and most importantly, on how to touch and massage men into orgasm.

Of course, the bulge. The new manhood that perfected my new perfect body. It will be a sight that greets me every single morning.

I’ll be making sure to milk you every day and night.

And from now on, no more Small Wang.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please, pardon the terrible joke.

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Eduardo was in Miami for a business conference, which would help to propel his career at the massive company he worked at. During his free time, the forty-five year old stud decided that he’d take some advantage of the shining sun and lie out poolside.

The older man put on a pair of swim trunks and lounged on one of the chairs, closing his eyes as his skin soaked up the Vitamin D. He wasn’t oblivious to the stares of some of the other hotel guests, which he didn’t exactly mind so long as the admirers were women. Although he was older, Eduardo took great care of his body. He worked out religiously and watched his diet like a hawk, giving the middle aged man an impressive and muscular body that everyone drooled over. 

However, Eduardo noticed some young skinny guy ogling him, which he inwardly bristled at and immediately averted his gaze.

“Fuckin’ freak,” the older man mumbled under his breath.

Eduardo was so caught up in his disgust that he didn’t notice the mischievous smirk of the younger guy and the playful kiss he blew his way.

Eduardo continued to lie back and enjoy the warm sun over his skin which was so intense that he felt a tingling sensation break out over his body. Some of it centered on his chest and the older man rubbed at it absentmindedly, gasping when his fingers brushed against a nipple.

“What the…?” he trailed off when he looked down at his chest, his voice disappearing in his throat. His normally pert nipples were now huge and hard, protruding off his chest and looking thick. The summer breeze that blew over his hard nips sent an unfamiliar shudder through him, increasing his panic.

The older stud was so caught up in his enlarged nipples that it took him a second to realize that his swim trunks were starting to change shape. His eyes widened as he witnessed the legs of the trunks steadily pulling upwards, revealing more and more of his tanned, muscled thighs. They continued to shrink until they resembled speedos, suctioning to the man’s waist to look skintight and painted on. Worse was that their black color brightened until they were a neon pattern that only served to attract even more attention to the older man. Eduardo’s heart raced in his muscled chest as the sizable bulge grew bigger and bigger so that it looked like the stud was smuggling a huge grapefruit in the pouch of his new speedos.

His biceps packed on some more size to emphasize his masculine power, and his pecs puffed up some more. They weren’t obscenely huge, but they rounded out some more and would definitely be the focus of anyone’s attention, especially with the nubby nipples affixed to them. The panicked, changing man stood up to go find help, wincing at the jiggling at his backside.

Eduardo looked over a broader shoulder and paled at the huge ass that was twice as big as the bubblebutt he was supposed to have. It protruded off his backside, forming a shelf and completely swallowing the back of his skimpy new bathing suit.

“What happened to me?” Eduardo freaked out as he examined his new, curvy body complete with an oversized cock. As he felt and prodded his new form, each touch of his sensitive new body sent electric shocks of pleasure straight to his new cock which began to thicken and threaten to burst out of his speedos. 

The twink walked over to the new himbo daddy and brazenly ran his eyes up and down Eduardo’s new body. “Hey Papi,” he teased. “Wanna come up to my room for some fun?”

Eduardo wanted to argue that something horrible had happened to him, but the moment the twink reached out and teased a hard nipple, the older man couldn’t hold back his low pleasurable moan, his rock hard cock leaking precum in his speedos. His thoughts slowed down and he struggled to think that anything was wrong at all, only able to concentrate on getting his inflated butt stuffed.

The twink smirked and took the newly formed Eduardo by the hand, leading him back inside and to his room, eager to play with his new himbo daddy.

For @pandemonius-fae-ri 

– – –

“Damn it!” Callum hissed as he quickly pulled up into his driveway, running a shaking hand through his hair, still annoyed that he was trapped under the hypnotic orders from that little shit, Elliot. Sighing, he glanced down at his crotch in utter frustration, his rock hard eight inches still tenting his workout shorts.

The jock had known Elliot since high school, and would always fuck with the smaller man due to his size and the fact that he was only gay guy he knew in their small town. That continued onward to community college where Callum would torment the gay man even more. However, that changed this morning when Callum had run into the little guy in the locker room, and Elliot had been wearing some oddly colored sunglasses, the light glimmering off of them alluring.

“Since you’re such a dick,” he’d told Callum, “enjoy showing yours off all the time.”

That was all it’d taken for Callum to walk around twenty-four/seven with his large, erect cock perpetually bobbing in front of him. No matter how much he’d tried to jerk off or think of something unappealing, he wouldn’t go flaccid. What was worse for the stud was that he couldn’t bring his muscled arms to cover it up. He would grit his teeth as he tried with all of his might to shield his boner from his classmates, but it was helpless as his body refused to cooperate, allowing his cock to be on display.

The red-faced jock quickly rushed out of his truck and hurried inside the house before any of his neighbors could see him. He was planning on dashing upstairs to his room to try and do some research on how to fix this problem he was having. He was halfway up the staircase when he heard his dad call out.

“Hey Hon! How was your day at school?” his dad asked, or more appropriately chirped in a higher-pitched and flamboyant register.

Callum cocked his eyebrow and cautiously looked over his broad shoulder, trying to shield his permanently hard cock from the older man.

Callum’s father was a total man’s man, who had been an athlete back in his prime. He was a construction worker who still had muscles for days which had always had plenty of women lusting over him and he was always up for the offer, which was part of the reason why Callum’s mother had moved out. The studly older man was masculine to the extreme, always seeing gay men and anything feminine as beneath him, which was why Callum grew up to have the bullying attitude he had. However, that older jock was nowhere to be seen.

Callum’s eyes bugged out of his skull as he stared at the warped version of his father who stood at the foot of the stairs. The man standing in his place was some ditzy, himbo looking gay man. He was shaved from the eyebrows down, allowing his smooth body to be completely on display. The only article of clothing the older man wore was a skimpy thong that did almost nothing to contain his massive cock and balls that created a large bulge that was thrusted out in front of him. His pecs were large and shaven, his nipples looking hard as they protruded off his chest like some pornstar’s. His hair was now a bleach blond and it was styled in a coif that looked completely out of place on the older man’s body. All of his muscles in fact seemed to be slightly pumped, as if he’d just finished a workout, but they were dusted with what appeared to be glitter, causing the older muscled man to shimmer under the lights in the house. He seemed to be staring at his son with a permanent duck face, his lips pursed and covered in shiny gloss.

“D-Dad? Is that you?” Callum gawked, his voice drying up in his throat. To make matters worse, Callum winced internally at his own hypnotic curse which caused his rock hard cock to throb as he stared at the changed man.

The altered man rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and put his hands on his trimmed hips. “Duh!” he giggled. “Like, who would it even be? Silly!” His father was usually a man of little words, and would often just grunt or bark out a few words here and there. The ditzy, valley girl diction with which he spoke was completely out of place, completing his new himbo visage.

“Do you like his new look?” Elliot’s teasing voice rang out, the scrawny nerd coming out from around the corner to wrap his thin arms around the older man’s waist.

On cue, Callum’s dad cooed and leaned into the hug, grinding his booty up against the younger man hungrily as he kept his puffed up lips pursed.

“You son of a bitch!” Callum growled and tried to stalk forward threateningly, but his hard cock bobbing in front of him ruined the effect. “What the fuck did you do to him?!”

Elliot mock-frowned. “Don’t worry about a thing, Callum,” he chided. “Your dad here has had a little change of heart. He was too boring and stuck up as some boring straight guy, which is why I decided to do him a favor and give him a brand new outlook on life. Just look at him: he loves his new himbo life.”

“New?” Callum’s dad jerked back with a loud gasp. “Like, what do you even mean, Babe? I’ve always been a himbo. Just check it out!” He turned around and leaned forward, twerking his massive glutes which swallowed the back of his thong with ease.

“See?” Elliot smirked at the shocked jock who couldn’t help but watch his father twerk. “Your dim-witted, slutty himbo daddy now thinks that he’s always been this way. Which is really perfect, considering that he also thinks that he and I are an item, which makes fucking him all the more fun.”

Callum paled and he struggled to find the words to describe his disgust at the thought of the scrawny gay nerd fucking his formerly straight father.

His dad finally noticed the white, horrified look on his son’s face and he stuck out his lower lip in a large frown. “Aww, what’s wrong Sweetie?” he cooed and walked over, his gait altered so that he minced his steps to wag his bubblebutt, and his shoulders were drawn back to thrust his pecs out. “Like, c’mere and give your daddy a hug!”

Callum tensed up as his himbo dad wrapped his buff arms around him and yanked him into a hug, shoving his face into his plump pecs. Callum wished that he could be free of his own hypnotic nightmare so that he wouldn’t be hard hugging his father right now, and then he could possibly save his dad from a himbo fate where he would get fucked by a tiny gay guy all the time. 

Elliot relished in the sight before him, seeing the formerly masculine patriarch clad in nothing but a slutty thong hugging the blushing jock who used to torment him nonstop. Deciding to up the ante, he reached over and playfully smacked the dad’s exposed ass, causing him to shudder and let out a moan.

“Babe, why don’t we leave Callum alone for a bit?” he laughed. “He’s had a rough day. Besides, let me work out that slutty butt of yours some more.”

Callum’s dad let go of him and quickly rushed, his jiggling butt happily hopping up the stairs, eager to get stuffed. “Like, hurry up!” he called out over his bare shoulder as he hurried to the bedroom.

Callum’s broad shoulders slumped and he hung his head, feeling even lower when he caught sight of his still hard cock.

“Don’t worry,” Elliot teased him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll take good care of your old man. And besides…” there was an evil grin audible in his voice. “…I think we can be one big happy family. I mean, I never noticed how much you took after your father.”

“Family? What are you talking about?” Callum bristled before flinching when he saw that Elliot was wearing the hypnotic glasses again.

“‘What am I talking about?’” Elliot repeated, his voice low and drawn out as the light reflecting off the glasses shimmered. “Well, we’ve all the heard the new expression: ‘Like himbo father, like himbo son.’”

A tingling sensation formed in Callum’s head, starting to make his thoughts feel all slow and foggy. “W-wait! I don’t want to, like, even be a himbo!” he begged, images of rock hard cocks and huge pecs starting to filter into his mind…

My favorite professor is over worked and exhausted, he's such a good guy and I want to help him relax. I wish he was a young, dumb, jock who didn't have to worry about work, or papers, or deadlines. Also maybe I could be a jock too and be his buddy?

You made your wish as you sat in the lecture hall, taking a seat in the first row as you tried to pay attention to the chemical equations protected onto the board.

"...and as you can see from this formula here, the resulting reaction..." your professor, Prof. Andrews, droned. He looked incredibly drained and like he could collapse at any second. He was your favorite professor, always quick to friendly interact with the students, and looking really handsome whenever he grinned their way. Therefore, you felt horrible as the older man struggled to teach a lecture on chemical equations.

You sighed to yourself out of compassionate guilt and scribbled down some notes in your notebook, glancing down at your paper for a brief moment. When you looked back up at Prof. Andrews, you flinched back in confused wonder.

Prof. Andrews still tiredly taught up in front of the class, but you could've sworn that his skin looked a bit darker. It was as if he'd been going to a tanning salon or had spent days out under the sun. His face had a golden hue, hiding some of his eye wrinkles. "...looking at the reactant side, you can discern that the compounds involved are..."

You rubbed at your own eyes, figuring that you were just tired from Finals Week and were finally cracking. However, the second you reopened them, you were greeted with another sight.

The older man's hair had been a salt-and-pepper color and had been cut in a standard, cheap high and tight style. However, now he had deep chocolate brown hair atop his head, and it had been slightly lengthened and stylized into a more modern fashion. Even more shocking was that his previously smooth face now had a trimmed beard, his lips looking slightly more plump as they were framed by the new hair.

"What is going on?" you whispered under your breath. You took a quick look around the room to see if any of the other students were noticing this too, but they were all taking copious notes or staring uninterestedly at the presentation, somehow unaware of Prof. Andrews's changes.

When you looked back at the professor, you couldn't suppress your surprised gasp.

"...and then, like, the metals will totally form a really suuuuuper reactive thing..." Prof. Andrews chirped, his hands waving around wildly as he spoke in his new ditzy dialect. What was even more shocking was that the older man was now wearing nothing but a bright yellow poser which popped against his tanned skin. The man was actually packing, the pouch of the skimpy suit struggling to contain his large cock. The back of them was slipped between his cheeks. He wasn't entirely unfit, but there was a slight beer gut that protruded over the front of the posers and he had love-handles.

"What the fuck is, like, even happening right now?" you muttered to yourself, too shocked to notice the ditzy quality to your own voice. Again, you did a double take at the other students who didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

You looked back over at Prof. Andrews, jerking back in your seat at the muscled hunk who stood in his place. Where the older professor was supposed to be, was some tan, muscle-bound himbo-looking stud. The stud wore skimpy posers and his muscles were large with power and glistened underneath the fluorescent lights in the classroom. He kept waving his hands around flamboyantly as he spoke, sounding like a dim muscleslut.

"And, like, that's totally it for the lecture," the altered Prof. Andrews smiled widely. "Class is dismissed."

The other students quickly stood up and exited the room, leaving just you and the professor by yourselves. Taking this opportunity, you shot out of your chair and hurried up to the front.

"Prof. Andrews!" you cried. "Like, what even happened to you? You look so sexy!" You flinched when your words hit your ears and when it dawned on you that you felt the room's A/C blowing over exposed skin.

You looked down at yourself and gasped when you saw that you'd undergone a similar transformation. Your muscles had inflated and your skin had tanned to make you look like a beach muscleslut, clad in tiny blue posers that did little to hide your large cock from view.

You were speechless as you explored your new body, unsure what had happened to you or the professor. The two of you had been transformed into identical twin musclesluts, looking like you two were perpetually ready for some kind of gogo dance.

In a panic, you looked up at Prof. Andrews to ask for help, to try and figure out a way to return to your old bodies. However, your words evaporated in your thick throat when you saw the large, albeit dim, grin plastered on the professor's youthful face. He no longer looked tired and instead appeared a lot more ecstatic and excited as his large muscles twitched with anticipation as he ran his eyes up and down your bulging form.

"Ready to earn some extra credit, Stud?" he asked, reached over to teasingly pinch one of your protruding nipples.

You could only moan as you flexed your inflated ass, eagerly tailing the new slutty professor into his office.

Hi, So happy to see you back into writing!!

I would have a wish, me and my gym friend are trying to get buff (not really going anywhere sadly) but i do have a big crush on him and he teases me for it since i told him about it.

I wish we could become a gay couple of real big hunk.

thanks!!

You uttered your wish under your breath as you and your friend (let's dub him Jacob) finished up your workouts and headed towards the showers in the locker room. It was a communal shower room which the two of you had to yourselves for once.

"Just promise that you won't try to check me out too much," Jacob teased you as he flexed his large bicep.

Ever since you'd admitted your crush on him, he wouldn't stop teasing you here and there. At first it was a little funny, but now it was starting to get on your nerves. Sure you still liked him, but you did not appreciate the way he was using your emotions against you in that sort of way.

"That shouldn't be too hard," you grunted, turning on your shower in the large room. You started to wash away the sweat from your workout when you noticed something a little different.

Since soap was over your face, you initially noticed the difference via touch, as your hands ran the soap bar over your chest. As you did so, you couldn't help but think that your pecs seemed a bit larger. Quickly, you rinsed the suds from your face and looked down at your torso, your mouth dropping at the sight before you.

Your body was growing, literally right before your eyes!

You were stunned silent as your body seemingly began to inflate. Your pecs were rounding out and jutting away from your body, growing so large that your hard nipples were pointing downwards at the tiled shower floor. Your shoulders broadened, widening out your back and making you look vast and huge. Your face broke out with delight as whatever residual bodyfat you still had around your waist disappeared as your abs started to show, looking like a cobblestone along your torso. Your thighs followed suit as they steadily widened so that they could support the growing glutes behind you. Finally, you held your arms out in front of you, ecstatically witnessing them pack on size until your biceps were huge and round with masculine power.

"Holy shit!" you gasped in wonder, noting the deeper baritone to your voice as you saw your cock twitch and lengthen. In your excitement, you hadn't noticed that you'd gotten hard, but your heart raced as you saw your cock grow to its new length of eleven inches, looking thick and powerful as it jutted from your muscular body.

You quickly turned around to show off your new sexy body to Jacob, but froze when you noticed that he was mid-transformation. His eyes closed as he rinsed shampoo from his hair, your crush was blissfully unaware of the fact that he was starting to pack on size.

Jacob had been more muscular than you initially, so the changes weren't too drastic at first. His pecs still grew, followed by his biceps and legs, taking him from jock bod to amateur bodybuilder size. However, your eyes widened when you saw that his glutes were growing much more larger than yours had. His butt bubbled out from his lower back, inflating and rounding out to form the perfect fuck-me butt. You had to suppress a gasp when you saw Jacob's hardening cock, going from seven inches and shrinking down to a measly three that looked ridiculous against his new musculature.

Jacob finished washing his hair and noticed you staring. "Everything fine, Babe?" he asked you, looking at you with concern. "You seem a bit out of it."

"Wh-what did you call me?" you asked, an influx of emotions coming at you full force. Not only did you get the body of your dreams and not only did you think Jacob looked insanely hot with his huge muscles and even bigger butt, but you were stunned at how Jacob wasn't panicking over his microdick or why he was calling you "Babe" in a non-teasing manner.

"I think you went a little too hard during that workout," Jacob frowned, walking over to you and taking your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. "Let's get dressed and go home so you can lie down."

"Uh, s-sure," you muttered, realizing that the two of you lived together based off his statement. However, that quickly left your mind as you stared at your formerly straight friend, now apparent boyfriend, lead you to your locker, his inflated ass jiggling with every step.

Jacob opened up your locker and handed you a skimpy poser that was a thin piece of fabric incapable of shielding anything. Your body on autopilot, you pulled on the poser, noting how the back sank between your cheeks and how the front pouch struggled to contain your massive cock. Jacob followed suit, his much larger ass completely swallowing the back of his poser while the front was almost flat against his tiny nub.

Again, Jacob took your hand and started to lead you back to the gym floor so you two could exit.

"Uh, shouldn't we put on shorts or a shirt?" you wondered, gesturing down at the slutty posers that basically left the two of you naked. The packed pouch in front of you kept slapping against your rolling thighs which every step you took.

Jacob just laughed and shook his head. "You really aren't feelin' well, Babe," he laughed, leading you out on the gym floor.

At first you blushed at having your larger body on display in front of everyone, but then your eyes landed on Jacob's inflated ass as it shifted with every waddled step he took. You knew he was taking you home where the both of you lived together, and where you could fuck that massive ass of his with your larger cock.

A smile stretched out your face and you puffed your large pecs out with pride over your new life, new bod, and new boyfriend.

Thank you all to have followed and liked my content! I’m to see that other people out there also enjoy TF stories! And I’ve grown addicted to these Voting stories because they’re fun and sometimes I’m not 100% sure what to do to some of these studs, haha!

This is Cooper, a 20 year old college wrestler who’s doing a favor for his roommate by filling in for a model at a magazine shoot. What’s the title of the article?

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Tyler Hoechlin frowned as he looked in the mirror, noting that there was a gray hair in his beard. The actor sighed, frowning to himself as he studied his reflection. He took some solace in the fact that he still possessed a chiseled form with washboard abs and perfectly sculpted pecs. He’d even stepped on the scale to make sure he was staying at his peak 175 pounds. The actor was a hunk, plain and simple. That being said, he was peeved at the gray hair that was on his chin.

With some tweezers, Tyler plucked the gray, grimacing when it was off his face. “Dammit,” he huffed to himself. Although the actor was only thirty-three years old, he frowned at the thought of growing older and potentially losing roles due to him being too old, which was just how it worked in Hollywood.

He’d brought it up to one of his screen partners earlier that day, and he’d responded with: “Well, believe it or not, there’s a high demand for daddies.”

Tyler had nearly lashed out at the younger actor, pissed that he’d been technically referred to as a “Daddy”. He wasn’t old— he just had one, singular gray hair. And he didn’t even have that anymore now that he’d plucked it. All he had to do was keep up his workout regimen to maintain his chiseled muscles and maybe look into dying his hair every now and then.

Yawning, Tyler walked to his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers. He got underneath the covers, grumbling to himself as he drifted off to sleep, still irritated at his screen partner.

“I’m not some daddy,” he muttered to no one before he fell asleep, a tingling sensation settling over his body as he slept.

— — —

The alarm went off, waking up the sleeping actor and letting him know it was time for him to get up and head to the set. With a deep grunt, he rolled over, ignoring the loud creaking of the bed frame and the heavy thuds of his footsteps. He nearly stumbled when he felt that his weight was off, but he ignored it and waddled to the bathroom to shower.

Tyler paused when he looked in the mirror, studying his reflection. He felt like something was off, but there was a thick fog settling in his head, muddling his thoughts like he was on sleep medication. He moved closer to the mirror, running a beefy hand through his salt-and-pepper hair before glancing at his gray beard. He tried to think about why he was odded out by his hair, but he’d had grays before and had eventually decided to embrace them, right? He shook his head and scratched at his hairy gut that was firm and jutted out in front of him, his thick, meaty pecs resting on it. Again, he had a flicker in his brain that told him that this was wrong, but he laughed it away. Tyler knew that he gave up on having abs as he grew older, deciding to fully take on the muscle daddy look, complete with large pillowy pecs and a huge roidgut.

As per his morning routine, Tyler hopped onto the scale, having to bend more to peek over his gut at what it read: 302 lbs. H-had he put on weight… like a pound or two? The actor took off his boxers (which were ripped for some reason) and got in the shower. Tyler felt like he was going crazy as his broad shoulders kept banging against the shower tiles and door constantly. He felt awkward as he washed his large, beefy body, feeling as if his gut was hindering his movement a little. 

Weirder was that his bulk was so sensitive.

Just running his hands over his musclegut or over his nubby nipples on his massive muscletits made his ten inch cock go rock hard. And soaping up his large, hairy asscheeks made him bellow out a deep moan and shoot perhaps the largest load of his life all over the shower tiles, leaving the actor panting and spent.

His heart raced in his beefy chest for some reason, but the daddy shook it away and got out of the shower. He waddled back to his room, his large thighs rolling over one another while his enormous cock dangled wildly in front of him. He could even feel the shifting of his massive bubblebutt behind him, further confusing the actor.

“What is going on with me today?” he asked himself as he pulled on his jockstrap, his large cock filling the pouch and the back straps lifting his ass cheeks. His jeans were even plastered against his thighs, looking like they were painted on. He had difficulty buttoning them since he couldn’t see over his large pecs and gut, which was normal though… wasn’t it? He shrugged it off as he tugged on his black tank top, which was so tight that it barely fit over his massive pecs and gut. The bottom of the shirt kept riding up when he walked… well, waddled. And his large, nubby nipples poked against the fabric making themselves known to all who would pass by.

The beefy man took one last look in the mirror before he left, wondering why his brain was screaming that something was wrong. Everything was fine, he thought, right?

Tyler snorted and squared his broad shoulders, puffing out his musclegut with pride as he strutted out to his sports car. After having to adjust the seat (quite a lot), the muscle daddy sped off to the movie set. For the millionth time, Tyler felt an odd anxiety creeping up on him over the sensation of his gut brushing against the steering wheel and his pecs constantly colliding with his huge biceps.

“I need some coffee,” the daddy grunted to himself as he parked and waddled onto the set.

Everyone nodded at him like usual, some even greeting him with a hearty “Good morning!” It made Tyler feel more at ease, convincing himself that everything was alright and he was just having an off day for some reason.

He entered his dressing room and saw the younger actor from yesterday.

“Hey there, Tyler!” the young man waved at him, his eyes mischievously running up and down his beefy form.

“Good morning!” Tyler bellowed in his deep voice, immediately peeling out of his tank top and jeans. He began to shuffle around the dressing room to get his stuff ready, barely registering that he was strutting around in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap with his beefy ass hanging out for the other man to see.

The young man walked up to him, a smirk on his face as he ran a slender finger up the curvature of Tyler’s large gut, pausing to flick a large nipple.

Tyler’s head rolled back and he let out a low moan, his bulk shivering as the slight touch sent ripples of electricity throughout his beefy body straight to his massive cock, which sprang up into the air proudly. Tyler began to run his hands all over this own body, focusing more on his gut and pecs than his cock for some reason. Sure it felt nice to play with his own cock, but Tyler could get off a lot easier by rubbing his musclegut or by tugging on his nubby nipples… wait, no. That’s wasn’t right.

“I have to admit that I love the new look, Daddy,” the young man teased, his mouth latching onto a larger than normal nipple.

“Wh-what?” Tyler gasped, his face paling as he looked in the mirror at his inflated, older form. He must’ve put on over one-hundred pounds of a mixture of muscle and fat, most of it centered on his chest which suddenly felt so heavy and cumbersome. He ran his shaky hands through his graying hair and finally noticed the crow’s feet near his eyes. The entire time his larger cock oozed precum as the younger man tongued his inflated nipples.

The young man looked up and smiled at him, briefly pulling away for a second. “You look like the hottest muscle daddy ever,” he grinned, running his hands all over the older man’s protruding and uber sensitive gut.

Tyler felt himself tense up and blow his load, his gut and pecs bouncing as he came. “Ooohhh!” he cried as his cum splattered all over the younger man. As he came the old Tyler screamed as he sank deeper and deeper into the recesses of the new Tyler’s mind, being locked away in a box where he could observe and feel everything that his new body experienced, but not able to have any control over it.

“You doing okay?” the young man asked.

A large smile formed on Tyler Hoechlin’s face, and there was a fluttering in his beefy chest at the sight of the small guy. He couldn’t help but flex both of his massive arms in what was a double biceps pose, pushing out his gut with pride. 

“Hell yeah, Boy,” Tyler grunted, “Daddy’s doin’ just great. Now c’mere and suck on these muscletits some more.”

“Where the hell is Hoechlin?!” the director barked, storming around the Superman & Lois set. “He’s two damn hours late!”

“I’ll get right on it, Sir!” the scrawny intern, Michael, said as he frantically pulled out his phone and texted the Superman actor, asking where he was. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long until his call ringtone began to chime as his screen lit up with the name: Tyler Hoechlin.

He immediately answered it and hissed in a low vice, so as not to attract any attention, “Mr. Hoechlin, where are you?”

“I-I need help… s-something’s wrong!” the normally confident actor stuttered on the other line, sounding like he was hyperventilating and on the edge of a panic attack.

Michael jerked back, confused. “Is everything alright?” he asked. “Where are you?”

“M-my trailer! Get help! Now!” the actor panicked before hanging up.

The intern shoved his phone into his pocket and sprinted as fast as he could into the backlot where the actors’ trailers were kept. He ran up to the one that belonged to Tyler and pounded on it with his tiny fists. “Mr. Hoechlin!” he called. “Mr. Hoechlin, please open up!”

The trailer’s shocks squeaked and the body appeared to rock back and forth, thunderous thudding noises sounding out. Slowly the door opened up, and Michael gasped loudly at what he saw.

Tyler Hoechlin’s worried face stared back at him, but that was the only thing he recognized. It looked as if the actor’s head had been copy/pasted onto the body of a super heavyweight bodybuilder. His crazy broad shoulders and massive traps swallowed his neck, and his ridiculously round pecs jutted off his chest so far that it could act as a shelf. His arms were as big as the intern’s waist and they were stuck at an awkward angle as they fought for space with his flaring lats. A cobblestone of abs traveled down his hairless torso, ending at his pinched-in waist. The slender waist looked oddly out of place given the barrel chest and the way Tyler’s thighs had inflated to gigantic portions. The sheer size of the them forced his junk forward, which had even appeared to have gained a couple of inches as well. The football-sized calves topped off the crazy big look that the actor now sported.

The intern was speechless at what he saw, but he couldn’t deny that the massive bulging muscles the hunky actor had turned him on.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened!” Tyler freaked. “All I’d done was up my workouts like the writers told me to!”

Michael swallowed loudly and tried to shrug and ignore his hardening cock. “Um, i-it’s not that bad?” he meekly smiled.

“‘Not that bad’?!” Tyler roared, trying to raise his beefy arms, but his range of movement was severely hindered by his bulky new muscles. “I gained one-hundred pounds of muscle in one night! I look like a fucking freak!”

“No, you look like Superman,” came a deep voice from behind the intern.

Tyler and Michael looked in the direction of the voice, seeing that it was one of the writers approaching with a large smile on his bearded face.

“This…,” he gestured towards the bodybuilder Tyler, “this is the new direction we want Superman to go into. All I had to do was get you to take that workout supplement, and voilà!”

Tyler’s jaw dropped, but his stubbly chin wound up resting on top of his massively inflated pecs. He paled as he struggled to wrap his head around what he’d just heard. 

The writer tossed him what looked like a small wad of fabric. “This is the new Superman costume,” he said. “You need to be on set in five minutes, or else the director might look for another actor… and I’d hate for you to lose that role, given that with that gay muscleman body all you’d be able to do is porn. Oh, and by the way, we’ve changed the title of the show to Superman & Lewis, and we’ve even gotten your old friend Dylan O’Brien to play Lewis: the love interest.”

Tyler slammed the door to the trailer in a huff, cursing as he struggled to put on the new costume with his huge muscles getting in the way. It was difficult to balance on thick legs that kept pushing together. His bowling ball sized biceps collided over and over with his juicy muscletits; worse was that his muscled arms wouldn’t stop accidentally brushing up against his expanded nipples, shooting humiliating jolts of electricity straight to his lengthened cock.

When he was done, Tyler opened up the door to his trailer again, his face beet red with embarrassment as he wore the brand new Superman costume: a skimpy set of posers that were colored the classic blue. His hardening cock stretched out the “S” emblem that was on the front of the pouch, and as he lumbered forward, it kept bouncing against his tree trunk thighs.

“Damn it!” the bulky actor roared as he tried to wedge himself through the regular-sized door of the trailer. His broad back and huge lats forced him to turn sideways, but his enormous pecs and inflated ass impeded his movement as well. After a minute of squeezing himself through the tight fit, the bodybuilder stumbled out onto the backlot, clad in just the Superman posers. The pouch struggled to contain his new member, and the back had disappeared completely between his rotund asscheeks which had inflated to the point of counterbalancing his muscletits.

The now-bodybuilder Tyler Hoechlin began to waddle towards the set, trying to get the hang of walking with huge thighs rolling over each other and his arms sticking out at his sides. He blushed furiously, but all the while his cock grew harder and harder as his bulk kept rubbing up against itself.

“Finally!” the director huffed when Tyler made it on set, not finding the sudden gain of one-hundred pounds of solid muscle odd at all. “Now Tyler, we’re gonna start with the scene where you’re examining the clue that the villain had left behind at the scene. And… action!”

Tyler Hoechlin’s eyes widened and he wanted to scream and demand that he be changed back to his regular self. He didn’t want to be some bodybuilder who was so massive that he could only wear slutty little posers. And he didn’t want to feel so turned on by the feeling of his heavy bulk brushing up against itself in different ways. Still, he felt his legs carry himself towards the prop, which he struggled to pick up.

Again, his biceps grazed his erect nipples, making him shudder with humiliating pleasure. “Ooohh!” he moaned loudly, his now thirteen inch cock springing out of his posers and waving wildly in front of him. Tyler gasped and dropped the prop in utter shock and horror.

“Cut!” the director shouted, turning to the smirking writer to discuss something quietly before turning back to Tyler. “We’re gonna continue, keep it out. And… action!”

Tyler Hoechlin didn’t think he could feel even more humiliated than before, yet there he was performing the Superman script in his new bodybuilder body, waddling around the set with his enormous hard cock waving in front of him the entire time, little beads pre-cum coming into sight the more his bulk rubbed against itself.

Meanwhile, Michael the intern kept staring at the whole scene. “I think this is my new favorite show,” he whispered as an embarrassed Tyler shuddered and blew his load, splattering his massive pecs and abs with large globs of cum.

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[Photo Source: https://www.deviantart.com/doryfan1/art/Muscle-Morph-Tyler-Hoechlin-7-672564001]

“Dude! What the fuck was in that thing you gave me?!” Brad Rowe roared into the phone, having to put it on speaker because he could barely flex his arm with the amount of muscle it’d packed on. His biceps had grown so large that they balled up like large bowling balls, preventing him from bending his arms past ninety degrees.

“What do you mean?” his manager asked over the phone, sounding like he was playing dumb.

Brad shook his head in a fury. “What do I mean?” he yelled. “Yesterday, I weighed 235 pounds! Then you gave me that shot, and when I woke up, I weighed 327!”

Brad stared at his warped reflection in the posing mirror in his bedroom. Overnight, the bodybuilder had packed on some serious muscle, nearly one-hundred pounds of it. His pecs were so heavy and cumbersome that it took him nearly an hour just to lean forward to get out of bed. His arms stuck out at such a wide angle and his back had considerably widened so much that he had to go through every doorway sideways. And his thighs had inflated to the point where they were constantly rolling over each other, reducing his walk to a cumbersome waddle.

“Hey, you wanted to be bigger, so I got you stuff that did just that,” his manager defended.

“I didn’t want to be a freak!” Brad screamed, tensing up when he felt his muscles spasm. A ripple of pleasure shot through him, and his cock, which had lengthened to fourteen inches, jutted out in front of him. Without a moment’s warning, he threw his head back and moaned wildly as a torrent of cum shot out of him, covering the mirror in sticky fluid.

He fell back onto his oversized glutes, their immense size and roundness making him roll back and fall onto his back, thus making him stuck like an overturned turtle.

“Fuck!” he panted, his breath labored from his unexpected orgasm. He tried to get up, but his watermelon-sized pecs kept him pinned onto his back. His wide lats made it close to impossible for him to rock side to side to turn over.  “Dammit!  Man, I need you to come here and help me!”

His manager laughed over the phone. “Yeah, on my way,” he chuckled before hanging up, leaving Brad all alone as an over-muscled giant who was too large to even move.

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[Photo from: twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

Brad Rowe sat in his truck, cocking his eyebrow as he stared down at his phone, wondering where the unknown app that was on his home screen had came from. He figured it must’ve been a virus or some kind of spam, but the golden-colored squared seemed to call out to him, especially with the glittery words “FREE WISH” written across it.

He shrugged his massive shoulders and tapped on the app, expecting his phone to crash. However, the bodybuilder was mildly surprised when instead of a black screen, he watched flashing colors flicker for a moment before the keypad popped up at the bottom. At the top of the screen was a simple text bar which read: Wish?

Brad chuckled to himself, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Shaking his head at the ridiculous app that was definitely spam, Brad got out of his truck and stomped into the gym for his morning workout. Upon entering the building, he saw that it wasn’t too crowded, just filled with the usual bodybuilders who were all prepping for the upcoming competition next Saturday. A lot of them were performing their workouts in their posers, trying to get cut or pumped enough so as to make their muscles pop in the skimpy clothing.

Brad waddled into the locker room to change into his own poser, a grayish one that cupped his junk and thrust it forward, making him look hung. As he was changing, he fought hard not to roll his eyes when he saw fellow bodybuilder, Trevor, changing on the other side the locker room. It wasn’t that Brad didn’t get along with Trevor, he just wasn’t a fan of the younger bodybuilder’s overly cocky attitude. The twenty-three year old stud was already packing on enough mass to give any veteran bodybuilder a run for his money, and he always thrusted out his pumped chest to make himself look bigger than anyone else in the gym. Last time he’d checked, Brad only outweighed the newbie by approximately three pounds, giving him a hint of jealousy over how the young stud had such an easy time bulking up.

“How’s it goin’, Little Guy?” Trevor chuckled as he walked over towards his locker. The cocky guy wore a bright green poser which showed off his much larger package, making it look like he was smuggling a huge grapefruit.

Brad bristled at being called a little guy by his younger rival. “Oh hey, Trevor,” he mumbled, pulling on his posers. “Gonna get a good workout in?”

The younger muscle man lifted his right arm to flex a giant bicep, one that was easily on par with Brad’s. “Definitely,” he smirked. “I’m gonna win that competition. I’m not even sure why anyone would want to show up.” Trevor’s slight glance at Brad let him know that he was trying to psyche him out.

Brad just pursed his lips and nodded, closing and locking up his locker. “Right, well, good luck,” he muttered as he made a move out of the locker room.

Trevor snorted. “I should be sayin’ the same thing to you,” he said, crossing his buff arms in front of his pumped up chest. “‘Cause damn Brad, it looks like you’ll be fighting for second. I mean, I am kinda bigger than you in every way.” He gestured down at his bulge that was begrudgingly bigger than Brad’s.

The older bodybuilder rolled his eyes. “The judges aren’t going to be basing scores off of that,” he tried to laugh it off, not wanting his jealousy to show. Trevor always got on his nerves, strutting around the gym and treating all of the other guys there like they were less than him all because he was bigger than them, in more ways than one.

“Lucky for you,” Trevor snorted.

“Yeah, ‘lucky for me’,” Brad mocked, starting to get fed up with the younger bodybuilder’s attitude. “You win, you’re bigger than me in that department. There, I admitted it, happy? What do want? Want to be all like, ‘Oh Trevor, I wish I had your cock size because it’s obviously so important…’”

Brad heard a chime ring out from his phone and he felt a strong tingling sensation in his groin that made him shut up.

It was an odd feeling, kind of like he was getting hard. The thought of sporting around the gym, especially in front of Trevor, with a hard on was mortifying. Brad’s hands quickly moved to cover his junk, yelping loudly when he felt something wrong. The puzzled bodybuilder removed his hands and gasped loudly at what he saw.

His gray bulge was inflating right before his eyes. Although it hadn’t been tiny before, the bodybuilder now sported an enormous lump in the front of his tiny posers. Frantically, Brad yanked the top of his posers away from his waist, his eyes bugging out of his skull was his saw his cock length and widen. His balls were even inflating, spilling out the sides of the skimpy material that struggled to maintain his new girth. Shocked to his core, Brad let go of the top of his posers, blushing when he saw that his new cock (which had to have been at least ten inches soft) was so large that it pushed his posers out in front of him so far that the tops didn’t even touch his smooth skin. Instead there was a one inch gap between the bodybuilder’s posers and his trim waist, giving anyone close enough a peek at monster cock and balls which made it look like he was comically stuffing his suit. He stumbled back a little, blushing madly when his humongous bulge bounced between his massive thighs, seemingly on display for all to see. The back of his tiny posers wedged in between the cheeks of his bubble butt as they struggled to contain his inflated cock.

“What the fuck?!” he heard Trevor cry, snapping him out of his dazed inspection.

The younger bodybuilder’s mouth hung low in shock and terror as he watched his large green bugle seemingly shudder. Then, like a balloon, Trevor’s massive pouch started to deflate, getting smaller and smaller by the second. His posers remained the same size though, and it wasn’t long until what had looked like a grapefruit was now a bunch of loose fabric dangling in front of the panicking bodybuilder.

In his apparent shock, Trevor yanked his posers down, his face going ghost white as he stared down at the acorn-size nub and cherry tomato balls that had replaced his previously impressive package. His mouth opened as he tried to say something, but no words came out. With a shaky hand, the young bodybuilder easily cupped the entirety of his shrunken junk.

Brad, unsure of what to do or what to say, quickly turned around and fled the locker room, his giant bulge bouncing like crazy in front of him as he moved. All the while Trevor whimpered in the background, desperately trying to figure out what had just happened to him.

As Brad waddled out onto the gym room, he suddenly remembered the mysterious app that had downloaded itself onto his phone. In his frantic state, he unlocked his home screen and began to swipe through his apps, his stomach dropping when he couldn’t locate that obscure golden square.

“Hey there, Big Guy,” he overheard one of his bodybuilding friends comment as they clapped his beefy shoulder, gesturing at Brad’s obscenely huge cock and balls that were thrusted out in front of him for all to see.

Brad’s face turned pale as he envisioned himself trying to go through his workout with his sausage-like cock bobbing in front of him and threatening to burst through his posers at any second. He was about to run out of the gym and rush home when he spotted Trevor, red in the face as he tried to slip out of the gym, keeping his hands in front of his meager bulge.

Brad, although he knew that it was wrong, chuckled. He looked down at his tight posers which did nothing to conceal his dick from the prying eyes of the gym, a smirk forming on his face. He saw himself up on the stage during the competition, the judges in awe at the massive bodybuilder with the even larger package. He’d win first place for sure.

After all, he is the biggest all around now. It was like a wish come true.

@musclejedi7

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Your life magically changed one day at the gym. You were working out after a particularly hectic day at the office, blowing off some steam at the weight pile and enjoying the sights of the muscled up studs as they waddled around.

Your attention quickly snapped away from your workout when you instantly went hard, your five inch cock rocketing to life. At first, you blushed at how tented out your shorts were, but then your eyes widened when you witnessed your cock throb and lengthen.

Every time your member throbbed, it pulled further away and thickened until your normal five incher had morphed into a nine inch beast that was nearly as thick as your wrist.

Before you could react, your entire body seemingly exploded with size. Your shoulders broadened as your back muscles thickened to larger proportions. Your arms followed suit, beefing up with serious size, turning your biceps from little mounds to the size of bowling balls that clashed with your inflated lats. Your pecs puffed up and protruded off your chest at a crazy degree, stretching your tank top to the limit. You were forced to readjust your stance as your thighs steadily grew rounder and larger, forcing you to stand almost bowlegged. The sheer size of your thighs forced your lengthened cock and orange-sized balls out in front as they pressed noticeably against your shorts. The thin material of your shorts seemingly vacuumed around your package of your ass ballooned to the size of basketballs.

As a final touch, you felt your skin start to prickle as manly hair sprouted out, covering your inflated muscles, especially your massive chest.

"Holy shit," you mumbled to yourself, bristling at your deeper voice. You examined your hulking form in the mirror, figuring that you must've packed on at least one-hundred pounds of beefy muscle.

Without a second thought, you flexed a massive bicep, marveling at its size. The action left your hairy pit exposed and the stench of manly musk permeated the air, causing your throbbing cock to twitch with want.

"Damn, wait 'til the guys at the office see..." you trailed off and your eyes widened as a fog settled inside your head. A brief flicker of panic rippled through your new bodybuilder form as you struggled to remember your office job... or really much of anything. You even looked towards one of the placards on the gym wall and scrunched up your brow in confusion as you tried hard to read what it said. Your slow brain struggled to focus on anything besides muscles and cock.

The panic quickly left when one of the other guys at the gym walked up and clapped a hand onto your broadened shoulder. "Lookin' big, Dude," he gushed.

Without a moment's hesitation, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and performed a double biceps pose. "Wanna feel, Little Man?" you asked the much smaller guy, leaning in closer.

The other guy hungrily ran his hands over your bulging muscles in awe.

The whole time, your cock throbbed as he worshipped you, and you gradually fell into your new life as a dumb, perpetually horny musclestud.

Guess which one's the bottom of the group?

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 05: Cursed Tape

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“Der!” Stiles voice rang out, dripping with jubilation. “Come see what I just scored!”

Derek grunted as he got out of his chair, feeling tired from his long day at the auto shop. Still, he shuffled down the hall, clad in only his white tank top and sweatpants, freezing when he saw Stiles beaming ear to ear and holding a large cardboard box.

Before he could even ask, Stiles rushed out, “I got a mystery box at the thrift store! Can you believe it?! How cool is that?”

“Mystery box?” Derek grunted, crossing his arms in front of himself as he cocked his eyebrow. “And how much did that cost?”

Stiles shrugged as he carried the box to the living room. “…um, about eighty dollars, give or take…”

Derek’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched.

Stiles obliviously set the large box down onto the floor before eagerly tearing into it, his large eyes alight with wonder over the “treasures” he’d scored for one-hundred thirty dollars. The big box was stuffed full of various items: scraps of fabric, old porcelain figurines, and some VHS tapes.

“We don’t even own a VCR,” Derek grunted, unamused. 

Among the pile that his husband was creating, Derek spotted an odd looking VHS tape. There was a gaudy neon background that looked like it was ripped straight of the 80s, with little captions indicating that it was a workout video of some kind. However, the weird part was that there was a blank outline of a person on the front instead of some obscure fitness guru. The title of the odd tape read out: Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring _____!

“What the hell?” Derek scoffed as he picked up the tape to examine it some more— the second his fingers grazed the cover of the tape, Derek felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity ripple throughout him.

The werewolf jerked back, confused over what had just happened, yet he quickly realized that he was still holding onto the tape. Derek tried to relax his grip to let go of it, but his hand refused to listen, instead clutching onto the tape with all of its strength.

“Stupid tape…” he grumbled to himself, stopping once he saw something else start to happen.

Steadily, his white tank top began to change hue, turning from bleached white to a neon blue. As the straps thinned out, the collar dropped down low to his midsection, exposing his pecs to look more like a stringer. 

The changes didn’t stop there.

Stunned silent, Derek’s jaw dropped as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before pushing out as they gradually inflated. The previously proportional mounds plumped up and rounded, becoming an impressive set of muscletits that jutted off Derek’s chest noticeably. His altered tank did nothing at all to try to conceal them, the enlarged nipples poking out of the sides and demanding attention. His arms packed on more muscle, becoming large and bulging, especially his biceps which rivaled melons. Derek looked down, yet his massive pecs blocked his view of his sweatpants as they tightened against his legs, suctioning to his form to become a skintight pair of spandex that showed off every ridge of his carefully crafted musculature— that was prompt ruined as his legs grew in size, becoming larger. His butt ballooned out as it beefed up and pushed itself outwards. Derek’s eyes widened as he felt a sensation like he was getting harder. When he reached down and patted at his bulge, he almost gasped at the girth package that filled his hands. His cock and balls had inflated to the point where it looked like the larger stud was smuggling a softball in the front of his spandex pants.

When he was done changing, Derek had to have packed on at least fifty pounds of muscle, making him look like some over-the-top workout guru who belonged on the front of those cheesy exercise tapes.

Derek’s face stretched out to form a large grin, despite the panic that he was feeling. The living room shifted and Derek felt as if he were falling, the walls of the room stretching upwards. Derek’s sight rapidly shifted upwards, forcing him to stare straight up at the ceiling. He tried to look away or call out to Stiles for help, but he couldn’t move. All the shocked werewolf could do was smile and show off his hairy muscletits on the cover of Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring Derek Hale!

Blissfully unaware of his husband’s transformation, Stiles finally finished rummaging through the mystery box. “See?” he smiled, standing upright. “There’s tons of cool stuff in here… Derek?”

Stiles looked around for Derek, pausing when his eyes landed on an obscure VHS tape that was on the floor. He walked over and picked it up, his eyebrows rising at the image of a muscled up Derek on the cover, smiling widely. His eyes looked panicked though.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, clutching the tape close to him. “Don’t worry! I’ll figure something out!” He sprinted out of the house and to his Jeep…

About an hour later, Stiles returned home and set up the VCR in the living room. Once it was connected, he popped the cursed VHS in and pressed Play.

Synthpop blasted over the speakers, and bright neon colors flashed on the screen before a shocked Derek appeared on screen. He was still in his muscled up body, appearing to jog in place.

“Stiles?!” Derek called out on the TV, able to see his husband on the other side. He tried to stop himself from jogging, blushing at how the motion made his inflated pecs bounce up and down. “What the hell happened— Time to get that heart rate up!” His eyes widened at his last statement, having said it was such pep that he sounded like a cheerleader.

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

“How am I supposed to know?” he cried. “How the hell did you get into the TV?”

Derek rolled his eyes as he stopped and started to do lunges. “It’s that damn mystery box of yours!” he accused. “I touched some weird tape and this happened!” He nodded down at his inflated form, wincing as he couldn’t stop working out.

He paused his lunges and started to bounce his pecs up and down.

“And one, and two…” He blushed, but he couldn’t stop the muscled mounds from lifting and slamming back down. Still, he was smiling widely and speaking with immense enthusiasm. “You gotta do lots of reps if you wanna get pecs as big as these!”

Derek couldn’t stop himself from working out and showing off his out of proportion body. The whole time he kept smiling, despite his eyes looking wide and disbelieving.

Stiles, unsure of what to do, figured that perhaps the best course of action was to let the video finish. Plus, he had to admit that Derek looked pretty hot with big, hairy pecs. “Um, maybe… maybe we should just let this play out?” he suggested.

Derek screamed on the inside, but could only place his hands on his hips. “Now that we’re all warmed up,” he beamed, “I’m gonna show y’all some glute blasters!”

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 15: Caveman

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Derek wasn’t proud to admit it, but he had a little bit of a jealous side.

Nothing brought out the green-eyed monster more than watching some guy try to flirt with Stiles, or even hearing Stiles comment on how hot he thought a certain actor was. The other day, Stiles was talking to Lydia, and he’d mentioned how he’d thought that the new Superman actor was cute. Derek had to swallow down a growl, and he’d not-so-subtly changed into his Superman t-shirt afterwards.

Stiles didn’t seem to mind too much, or if he did, he didn’t say anything. He’d usually just laugh it off and give his husband a big hug, trying to calm him down.

This all came to a culmination when the water heater when out. 

“Der, I had to call a plumber to come fix the water heater,” Stiles told the werewolf. “He said he should be here soon.”

Derek just grunted from his spot on the sofa. He mindlessly munched on beef jerky as he watched TV, clad in just his sweatpants. He was so caught up in watching Alexander Skarsgård swinging through the jungle as Tarzan, that he’d barely heard the doorbell ring. 

“I’ll get it!” Stiles called out as he hurried over to the front door, swinging it wide open. 

“Hello, Mr. Hale,” a deep voice bellowed out, making Derek perk up, “I’m Chase, I’m here to fix your water heater.”

“Oh yes!” Stiles breathed, sounding relieved. “Come in, please.”

Derek turned around to stare down the other man who entered his house, frowning at the muscular stud who followed behind Stiles. The alpha werewolf couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in the direction of the plumber who wore a blue uniform. The young man was so built and muscular that he left the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing off his impressive hairy pecs. His sleeves were rolled up, allowing his bowling ball sized biceps to curl out of them. In front of his tight jeans was a large bulge that made it look like the young man was smuggling a grapefruit in his pants. And when the plumber walked, his firm butt pressed tantalizingly against his jeans which were so tight that they rode a little low, giving credence to the term “Plumber’s Crack”. His dirty blond hair was combed in that style that made it look slightly messy, but sill manageable, and his lantern jaw was covered in masculine stubble. The dude seriously looked like he’d been ripped straight out of a porno.

Immediately, jealousy surged though Derek and he felt himself leap off the couch and hurry over towards Stiles, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. He puffed out his own sizable pecs and forced a smile on his face. “Yes,” Derek almost growled, his voice rougher than intended, “please come into our home.”

Stiles shot him a look.

Chase only smirked as he entered the home, his heavy footsteps thudding loudly as he followed behind the couple.

“The water heater’s in the basement,” Stiles babbled on. “It went out last night and the water’s been ice cold ever since. You’re a real lifesaver for coming on such short notice.”

“It’s all part of the job,” Chase said, giving Stiles a crooked grin.

Derek bit down on his lower lip to hold back his snarl. “I could’ve fixed it,” he added hurriedly, “but I have a lot on plate since I run my own auto shop. So you know, management is very time-consuming work that only tough guys can do.”

“Wh-what?” Stiles wondered aloud.

Chase shrugged it off. “Sure,” he coughed. “A lot of wives tend to call me when their husbands can’t fix a simple appliance. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

Derek saw red and his fists shook with rage. He had to take a few deep breaths to prevent himself from phasing on the spot and mauling the cocky plumber… when a devious plan entered his head.

“It’s, uh, kinda hot down here,” he stated, forcing a toothy grin onto his face, “why don’t I get us some drinks.”

“I can get them,” Stiles offered.

“No!” Derek hurried, as he practically sprinted back up the basement stairs towards the kitchen. The werewolf tore through the cabinets as he grabbed three cups, making sure to grab Stiles’s favorite Superman glass. He then snatched the jug of Crystal Light out of the fridge before grabbing the secret ingredient from under the sink.

Derek couldn’t help but smile maniacally at the translucent powder that possessed a pink shimmer to it. It was a magical powder that Peter had made, claiming that it would cause “Embarrassing Side Affects that varied from person to person”. Derek had no clue exactly what that entailed, but he figured that annoying, sexy Chase would be the perfect tester to try it out.

The jealous werewolf made sure to pour Stiles’s glass first, setting it far away on the counter so that it wouldn’t come into accidental contact with the powder. That left two unmarked cups, and in his haste, Derek filled them both to the brim with the red Crystal Light. He then dumped a large spoonful of the mysterious powder into one of the glasses, marveling as it immediately dissolved, leaving zero trace of its presence behind. The giddy werewolf was so caught up in imagining all of the humiliating scenarios that played in his head involving Chase, that he put the jug of Crystal Light back into the fridge without memorizing which glass he’d spiked with the powder.

Derek froze as he stared at the two unmarked glasses on the counter, both of hem equally filled up with red juice. 

“Damn it,” he snarled, making move to dump them both down the sink to try again, but then something caught his ears.

The werewolf bristled as he heard Stiles’s laughter echo out from the basement, the deep bellowing of Chase’s annoying voice trailing behind.

With a ferocious growl, Derek dumped a spoonful of the powder into each of the unmarked glasses. He grabbed all three of them and raced back down the stairs, eager to break up the laughing session between the stupid plumber and his husband.

“H-hey, what’s so funny?” Derek asked, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face as he walked down the basement stairs. Despite his grin, his eyes narrowed in Chase’s direction. He walked up to Stiles and handed him the Superman glass that wasn’t spiked with the embarrassing potion.

“Chase here went to Beacon Hills High, too!” Stiles exclaimed. “I knew he looked familiar. We were in the same Spanish class.” He looked over towards the plumber. “You’ve put on some serious muscle.”

Chase held his head up high as he flexed a large bicep. “Yeah, I’ve been getting into bodybuilding,” he grunted. “You should check out my Instagram. I post tons of progress photos there.”

Over my dead body, Derek wanted to say, but instead he held out a glass for Chase. “Here,” he forcefully smiled, “I hope you like Crystal Light.”

“Thanks,” Chase obliviously said, accepting the glass and bringing it up to his full lips. He paused for a second, eying the water heater in the corner of the basement. “Oh, I can see a leak from here.”

“A leak?!” Stiles repeated incredulously, rushing forward to inspect the large machine as best as he could. “Where?”

Chase lumbered towards him, positioning himself way too close for Derek’s liking. “There,” he said, pointing towards a small spray of water.

For the millionth time, Derek was seeing red, beyond irritated that the muscleman was getting close and personal to his husband. In his anger, he briefly forgot that he was supposed to wait for Chase to take the first sip of his drink, and brought the glass up to his own lips to take a large gulp of the sweet juice.

Instantaneously, Derek’s eyes widened when he’d realized his mistake, quickly placing the half-emptied glass onto a nearby fixture. His heart raced in his chest as he waited for something to happen, holding his breath as he prepared for the worst.

“Damn,” Stiles frowned as he examined the leak, “do you see this, Derek?”

“Derek see,” Derek bellowed, his voice sounding much deeper and guttural than normal, making the werewolf flinch in shock. He had no idea why he’d referred to himself in the third person, so he cleared his throat and tried a second time. “Ook!”

Stiles only chuckled, his back still turned to Derek, thinking that his husband was just trying to be cute.

Meanwhile, Derek’s panic grew when he felt himself beginning to itch. He looked down at his chest and gasped as he watched wisps of black hair sprout all over his toned pectorals. The naturally smooth werewolf was stunned silent as he watched his hair thicken, and not just over his chest. He held his shaky hands up in front of his face, paling as hair grew over his arms, traveling towards his wrists and even his knuckles.

Derek felt his center of gravity rapidly shift, and he stumbled on his feet, falling over. He managed to catch himself before hitting the hard ground. Yet, he noticed that he was perched using his knuckles for support, reminding him of those lumbering gorillas he’d seen on TV. He tried to stand up straight on his two legs, but he could make it about halfway before toppling back down on all fours like an ape.

As a final touch, Derek nearly went cross eyed as he watched the bulge in his sweatpants steadily grow larger. The bulge inflated as it grew, causing his enlarged cock to stiffen and snake down his pant leg, looking ridiculously big on his toned, hairy form.

His heart raced in his hairy chest as Derek realized that he’d turned into some sort of monkey man. “Derek feel funny,” he muttered in his deeper voice, bristling at the awkward way he spoke. His thoughts were still coherent, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate with what he wanted to say.

“Huh?” Stiles asked, looking over his shoulder before gasping at his hunched over, hairy husband. “Derek?! What the hell happened?!”

“Ook! Ook!” Derek bellowed, jumping up and down in his crouched position. His blush deepened when Stiles walked up to him, standing tall above his hunched over body.

Chase only glanced over this broad shoulder before shrugging and continuing to examine the water heater.

At the sight of Chase’s glare, Derek felt his possessive side spark once more. However, instead of silently brooding, the werewolf felt himself puff out his hairy chest. His muscles tensed, he beat at his chest with both of his meaty fists, mimicking a large gorilla. Again, he internally winced at his uncontrollable actions, but he couldn’t help it. Derek could only bare his teeth as he beat his chest intimidatingly.

Stiles’s eyebrows lowered slowly as he put the pieces together gradually. “Ohhh,” he hummed, eying the glass of Crystal Light.

Derek stopped beating his chest and cheekily smiled up at his husband. “Ook!” he grunted, nuzzling against the other man’s leg in an attempt at an apology.

Stiles snickered a little bit. “You’re silly, Derek, you know that right?” he chuckled as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“Ook! Ook!” Derek happily cheered as he bounced in place, his hard cock bobbing up and down wildly in his sweats. It wasn’t his intention to turn himself into some feral caveman, but he couldn’t deny that he liked how Stiles was paying much more attention to him now than he was to Chase.

“Your husband’s weird,” Chase muttered, rolling his eyes at Derek, who only beat his chest in uncontrollable response. The muscled plumber finally brought the glass of red Crystal Light up to his lips, taking a loud gulp.

“Ook!” Derek grunted as he watched the changes happen automatically.

Chase must not have felt anything, but as he drank down the cursed drink, Derek and Stiles stared in awe as the large bulge in front of his pants shuddered before growing less prominent. The previous mound that had looked like a grapefruit grew smaller and smaller by the second until the front of Chase’s jeans were flat and unremarkable.

When the glass was empty, Chase lowered it and wiped his lips. “This tastes kinda funny,” he said, freezing up in fear at the sound of his voice. His usual deep baritone was gone, replaced with a cartoonish voice that was hilariously high-pitched and squeaky, sounding just like a chipmunk’s.

Stiles had to cover his mouth to keep from bursting into hysterics.

“Oook! Ook!” Derek bellowed, happily slamming his fists down onto the ground in victory. He couldn’t hide the dim smile that stretched out his face, and he puffed out his hairier chest with pride.

Chase blushed a little and cleared his throat. “Um, *ahem, what I meant to say, *ahem, what’s wrong with my voice?!” The muscle man clutched at his throat, his face burning red at the sound of his cartoonish voice.

Stiles, unable to contain himself, broke down and doubled over with laughter. “That’s not it!” he guffawed, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of the squeaky-voice muscleman.

“What do you mean?” Chase squeaked, stomping his foot in irritation, his voice making it sound more like he was throwing a tantrum than trying to be threatening.

“Tiny!” Derek managed to say, bouncing up and down excitedly on his feet and fists, like a chimp at the zoo.

“‘Tiny’?” Chase repeated, still blushing over the sound of his new voice. His eyes followed the direction of Derek’s stare. He gasped when he saw the flat front of his jeans and immediately unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down. The pathetic two inch nub looked completely out of place on Chase’s muscled frame. It was so small and puny that it was barely noticeable in his trimmed bush.

Chase screamed, his voice sounding even higher than before. He yanked his pants up and ran up the stairs in a hurry, exiting the house in a panic.

Stiles continued to laugh for a few more minutes before he was able to slightly contain himself. “That, haha, wasn’t nice Derek,” he tried to frown, but his chuckling ruined the mood he was trying to portray.

Still, Derek hung his head in shame. “Derek sorry,” he muttered in his slow voice.

Stiles smiled down at his husband and ran an admiring hand through his thick hair. “It’s okay, I guess,” he hummed. “You don’t have to be so jealous, Sourwolf. I love you.”

At this, Derek felt himself perk up, his lengthened cock rocketing to attention. The caveman werewolf beat his hairy chest with pride, a wide smile on his dim face. He then reached over and tossed Stiles over his shoulder, carrying him upstairs towards their bedroom as he readied to show his husband just what a wild man he now was.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 18: Cockgrowth

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Derek was an alpha werewolf, and with that, he was seen as the epitome of lupine masculinity. He towered over the other male werewolves in his pack and his muscles were always larger, more so due to his alpha genetics. He couldn’t help but also be turned on by the incredible size difference between himself and his boyfriend, Stiles. Derek was almost two feet taller and almost twice as wide muscular-wise. Derek Hale was an alpha through and through, with one tiny exception.

Derek’s cock was only four and a half inches.

Being below the national average for humans, Derek was humiliated over his subpar size. Over time, he’d fallen into the trope of being the big, mighty alpha who would pick on the smaller guy as a means of compensation for his size. And he’d counted himself extremely lucky that his boyfriend, Stiles, had been a virgin when they’d started dating, and therefore wasn’t really aware of the fact that his boyfriend’s dick was only about one inch away from being considered “micro”.

“Babe, do you think I’m small?” Derek frowned one night, looking down at his tiny dick that barely tented out his boxers.

Stiles, oblivious to his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, simply shrugged. “Don’t worry, Derek,” he’d smiled. “You’re the perfect size for me.”

“That’s not what I asked…”

One night, Derek had seen a mysterious Internet ad that promised “Significant Penile Growth” through some expensive pills. Desperate, Derek had immediately grabbed his credit card and ordered the pills. Once they arrived to his house, Derek wasted no time in ripping the package open and swallowing down a few of the tiny, blue capsules.

After swallowing the pill, it didn’t take long for Derek’s tiny cock to go rigid. The pert little thumb was rock hard, feeling as if Derek was harder than ever. His cock throbbed like crazy, and the werewolf barely registered any thought before his hand traveled south to wrap itself around his small cock and begin jerking off.

Derek couldn’t help but moan loudly as he toyed with his hard cock, his brain going numb from the pleasure that ripped throughout his muscled body.

Suddenly, Derek felt his fingers steadily start to be pushed apart.

“Huh?” he wondered aloud as he looked down at his cock, his eyes widening at what he saw.

As his cock throbbed, right at the pinnacle of hardness, Derek’s cock grew in both length and girth. As Derek jerked off, his cock would throb and jut further away from his body, gradually growing thicker by the second, causing his grip to loosen.

“Holy shit!” Derek cried with glee as his cock grew. “It’s growing!”

The alpha beamed as he witnessed his little cock go from four and a half inches to five, then six, seven, and eight. It thickened up from thin to the girth akin to a soda can, looking large and powerful— just as an alpha’s should.

But then it kept growing.

“Uh, th-that’s enough,” Derek muttered as his cock grew past the nine inch mark, his head almost purple from how hard he was. Precum started to drool out of it like a leaky faucet, and its sensitivity seemed to grow in intensity as did its girth.

Not to be outdone, the alpha’s balls grew in size as well, lowering and thickening to the size of ripe lemons. The thick size of his quads forced Derek’s newly enlarged package to be thrusted forward, his enlarged cock starting to look more like a third arm.

Derek could no longer keep his fingers touching each other, his girthy new cock becoming too large. He had to use his other hand to grip at it, his horniness overwhelming his panic as he jerked off his enlarged cock with both hands. It continued to grow to enormous proportions, finally passing the thirteen inch mark when—

“Uunnghh!” Derek squealed as he came, his muscles tensing up. His huge balls spewed out a large amount of cum, spraying all over the bedroom. It was significantly more than he’d ever came before, cum splattering everywhere at his feet and creating a mess.

It was such an intense orgasm that Derek was left panting, struggling to catch his breath. His meaty pecs heaving, Derek had to press his hand against the wall to steady himself. Finally softening, his mighty cock dangled past his knees, ridiculously long and thick, much past any reasonable proportions.

“What am I supposed to do with a dick this big?” Derek panicked, his eyes wide as he stared down at the massive anaconda that was his cock. Having spent so many years on the other side of the spectrum with a tiny cock, Derek was starting to feel apprehensive about having a cock that was too big… if that was even a thing.

His heart raced in his chest as Derek tried to think of ways he could even get dressed with a cock as big as his was now. There was no way he could manage to fit it into his pants, and even if he could, his huge cock and balls would press against whatever fabric dared to conceal it; its outline would be noticeable to anyone he passed by on the street without a doubt. Images of himself walking around in public with his swinging monster cock flickered into his mind, making him blush with humiliation. At least with his tiny cock, no one could see the outline of his dick through his pants. Now he doubted that any of his pants would even fit him in the first place!

Derek’s shaky hand gave his newly enlarged cock a tentative poke, and his knees buckled at the tidal wave of pleasure that rippled through him at that mere touch. “Oohh,” Derek moaned loudly as his cock rocketed to its full thirteen inches again, looking as thick as his muscular forearm. His head seemed as large as an apple, and it flushed as his cock throbbed with want all over again.

As Derek worried about his new girth, he didn’t hear Stiles walk upstairs and enter the bedroom.

“Hey, Der, can I borrow your chapstick— holy shit!” he gasped in utter shock when he saw the sheer size of his boyfriend’s cock. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the first thing that he thought was that there was no way he’d be able to fit that thing inside of him.

“Oh, uh,” Derek blushed, his enormous cock throbbing in front of him. When he turned to the side, it was so large that it knocked over some of the objects on the nightstand, causing them to clatter loudly to the floor. “I just took a pill that said that it’d make me bigger, but I think it worked a little too well.” Despite his panic, Derek’s hard cock twitched as he looked over at his boyfriend, the thirteen inch monster aching with intense want.

“I, uh, I see that,” Stiles mumbled, unable to look away.

Derek scratched at the back of his head nervously. “Do you think you could help me out with this?” he asked, gesturing down at his massive cock. “It’s a bit unwieldy.”

“I don’t think that’ll fit,” Stiles admitted, “but I could try to jerk it off for you?”

Derek took what he could get, and hurried over towards Stiles, his giant cock bobbing wildly in front of him with every step. 

Stiles reached over and grabbed Derek’s large cock with both hands, loving how Derek’s head rolled back as he moaned with pleasure. Thanks to its exaggerated size, Stiles couldn’t wrap his hands around it all the way, so he was left to gripping it as best as he could, having to jerk it off with both of his hands. The head was much too large for Stiles to suck on, but he still leaned forward and playfully ran his tongue over the head, pausing to flick his tongue over the sensitive slit.

The whole time, Derek was rendered a lustful mess. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from echoing throughout the bedroom, his large cock being extremely sensitive. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and all of his thoughts turned to mush as he was pleasured. His boyfriend’s hands on his dick was brining much more pleasure than any sex that they’d ever had before, and already Derek was thinking of how his sex life would be different. Given his cock’s new massive size, he knew that he’d be rendered to being jerked off or rutting against Stiles from now on, or even bottoming every now and then.

Derek tensed up as he came, blowing the largest load of his life, leaving him spent and panting. The force of his orgasm left Derek leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. “Damn,” he breathed, “that’s new.” The alpha werewolf’s large cock dangled soft past his knees once more, and as his head started to clear, all he could think about was how much more of an alpha he must’ve looked like given his enormous cock that easily out-sized any other alpha’s.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 21: Centaur

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“Fuck!” Derek roared as he stormed into the yard, hands clenched into tight fists. 

The werewolf was irritated over having nearly lost control of his inner wolf, and nearly wolfing out in public. Derek and Stiles had been out on a simple dinner date, when stupid Jackson had to show up and be his usual douchey self. Normally, Derek was able to keep his lupine instincts in check; however, the second that stupid Jackson had placed his hand on a clearly annoyed Stiles’s shoulder, Derek had seen red. He’d shot out of his seat and had unleashed a fearsome snarl, even baring his massive werewolf fangs in the jerk’s direction.

It had managed to get Jackson to cut his crap, but the action had also accidentally caught the attention of other patrons in the restaurant, who’d only stared awkwardly/fearfully in Derek’s direction. The ceaseless staring had totally ruined the night, and Derek had dragged Stiles out of there early, much to his chagrin.

“Der!” Stiles called out after the stomping werewolf. “It’s fine, really!”

Derek was still seething. Sure he was irritated with Jackson, yet he was more so angry with himself and how his lack of self-control had ruined his date with Stiles. Thinking about it more only served to bring out an onslaught of more anger-inducing memories about how being a werewolf was a pain in Derek’s ass.

His jaw clenched, Derek just huffed in annoyance. “It’s not fine,” he pouted. “And this whole werewolf bullshit is something that’s just going to keep causing us trouble.”

Stiles frowned and placed a tender hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Sometimes,” Derek huffed, “I wish I wasn’t a werewolf.”

On cue, a streak of light flickered through the night sky as a shooting star bolted across.

Immediately, Derek flinched as he felt a warm travel throughout his body. The first thing he noticed was that his pants were starting to grow uncomfortably tight. 

“What the hell…?” Derek wondered aloud as he looked down at himself. HIs eyes went wide as saucers when he saw his altered bulge in the front of his pants. 

His normally proportional six inches had somehow elongated, creating what looked like Derek was stuffing a ripe grapefruit in his boxers. It was obscenely large, and between his thick thighs, Derek felt balls that had to be the size of lemons. Worse was that back of his pants felt as if they’s burst at any moment.

Looking over his broad shoulder, Derek gasped at the caricature of a butt that was attached to him. His perky cheeks had somehow managed to balloon out to a crazy size, pushing further out with each second.

In his panic, Derek ripped off his pants, his breath getting caught in his throat at what he saw.

Never being one lost for words, Stiles gasped out, “Holy crap, Der! You’ve got a horse cock!”

Derek’s cock had grown to at least fifteen inches, and it was nearly as thick of his beefy wrist. His balls had swollen up to resemble baseballs. The werewolf didn’t have time to focus on that as he felt his weight being yanked back due to the increasing size of his booty.

His legs stretched out longer, causing Derek to sprout up at least two more feet in height. All he could do was stare in disbelief at his changing body, his heart beat loudly in his muscled chest as he wondered what was happening to him. His throat went dry as he witnessed his toes fusing together, his nails hardening to form hooves. 

His butt grew so big that Derek stumble back and almost fell, but he was caught by something.

Stiles’s wordless gasp mirrored his own as he looked back and saw that he’d grown an extra set of legs to offset his elongated backside. Derek blushed at how he must’ve looked, having his regular-looking torso sitting atop a lower half that was stretched out with four legs needed to keep it upright.

Derek’s altered lower half began to itch as thick, black fur sprouted all over it, covering every inch. It was glossy and looked shiny underneath the moonlight. As a final touch, Derek winced when he felt his distended backside tingle as he sprouted a long tail that swished back and forth.

The warmth finally dissipated, and Derek also felt an odd calm inside of his head, like his inner wolf was finally silenced.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward in his new body, his hooves clacking loudly on the ground as he struggled to get used to walking. As he moved, his huge cock dangled around freely, making his face crimson.

Stiles’s mouth was agape as he looked over his changed boyfriend. Derek’s long legs were thick with muscle, which flexed with animalistic power with every heavy step he took. “Der,” he gasped, “you’re a centaur!”

“A what?” Derek groaned, pinching his nose in irritation. “When I said that I didn’t want to be a werewolf anymore, that didn’t mean that I’d rather be a centaur instead! How the fuck am I supposed to hide this thing!?” He gestured at his horse ass and cock, which were humongous and definitely would prove to be difficult to keep from prying eyes.

Derek stopped and sniffed at the air, still maintaining a keen sense of smell. And a curious aroma was wafting off of Stiles in waves.

“R-really?” Derek asked incredulously.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip and shrugged. “I played a lot of fantasy RPGs, and always liked the centaur characters… like, a lot.”

Derek felt his shock slowly fade, and he couldn’t help but grin coyly at his boyfriend.”C’mere, I’ll give you a ride,” he chuckled.

Stiles eagerly took his hand and hopped up onto Derek’s new back, wrapping his arms around Derek’s human torso. 

Derek marveled at how weightless Stiles felt as he carried him, and he began to trot towards the house… his swaying horse cock getting harder and harder. He just hoped that Stiles knew some special stretching techniques.