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This guy, so hot. Powerful, sculpted body all the way down to sexy feet. Then there's his tiny posers revealing his nicely defined manhood climbing into their narrow sides. Don't know why these guys aren't hard all the time.
Scott Burnett
This is actually adorable because these two (remarkably tasty) men are friends and probably bought the posers together. They satisfy two of my cravings- Chris a handsome, tatooed muscle boy with endlessly pretty features (his ass and feet keep me glued to the screen) and Dana a bulging soft pile of round muscle that just begs to be held.
What do you do when someone shows up in the same posers as you?
Shit like this just makes me grin from ear to ear.
Pumped up lats, a skinny little vacuum, empty posers and monstrous quads.
This is what steroidal masculinity looks like.
My masculinity is soaring.
My side profile is thickening nicely. My strength continues to grow. And my sex drive is unreal. I’m growing out my chest hair to make sure my upgraded masculinity is obvious for all to see.
With each passing day, my superiority becomes more and more evident. Feed my Alpha Masculinity. Show me how much you appreciate me. And if you do it well enough, I might show you the version where my posers lose the battle of containing my throbbing cock.
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Vitaliy Ugolnikov
“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]
So hot!
I'm glad he found a pair that fit him so nicely!
Jonny McKenna
Josh's Tiny Problem
New bodybuilder, Josh, has an issue with his big dick always getting hard while he poses. Luckily, his coach has a solution to turn his big problem into a really tiny problem.
Josh had a problem. A pretty big problem at that.
The up and coming muscle stud frowned as he examined his impressive physique in the posing mirror. The hunk had spent years building up his musculature so that he could have the perfectly round biceps that were the size of bowling balls. The large pectorals were large and looming which were capped with nubby nipples that were pointing downwards. His thighs were thick which turned his walk into a powerful muscleman strut as they rolled over one another with each step. His huge glutes protruded from his lower back tantalizingly. He built his online career on working out and showing off his big manly muscles, all for his followers to gaze at in admiration— that, and his youthful face also scored thousands of admirers. Josh’s size easily rivaled that of several competitive bodybuilders, hence the twenty-one year old stud decided that it was time to finally make his debut. His corner of social media was a buzz with the prospect of Josh’s first competition, of which many believed that he would take First Place.
However, as Josh’s eyes ran over his large physique that was pumped and ready for him to hit the stage, they zeroed in on his stuffed blue poser that did absolutely nothing to hide his throbbing eight inch cock.
That was Josh’s problem: Whenever the stud flexed his massive muscles, he got rock hard without fail.
The faint mic checks from the stage echoed out, letting the embarrassed stud know that he’d have to go onstage soon. The weight of his problem was starting to really weigh on him, making his heart race and thereby making his cock throb even more.
Josh had first encountered this issue when he’d begun to post some flexing videos on his Instagram. The mere second he’d formed a double biceps pose for the camera, and his large arms bulged with masculine power, his thick cock had rocketed to life in an instant. He’d had to delete the video, believing that had just been some sort of fluke. However, after having taken care of his throbbing member, as soon as Josh had tried flexing again, his cock was hard all over again.
Although the young man considered himself straight, he couldn’t deny that there was something extremely hot about flexing his massive muscles and displaying how much larger he was than the other men in the vicinity. At the gym, Josh would have to be careful not to flex a bicep or bounce his muscletits in the mirror, otherwise his cock would harden and noticeably tent out his shorts. It was a purely uncontrollable phenomena too. No matter how much he tried to fight against it or force himself to think about something repulsive, the exact millisecond Josh flexed his muscles, he could feel the blood rush straight to his cock as it began to throb. It always left the stud red in the face as he’d embarrassingly have to cover his hard cock and excuse himself from the gym floor to take care of it. It had gotten so bad to the point that Josh could get off just by flexing in the posing mirror in his bedroom, his cock shooting a fat load just by having the stud performing a most muscular pose. Despite this, the stud was relatively modest and dreaded the thought of being hard in front of a crowd of people.
Josh never thought that the day would come when he would resent his eight inch cock and large balls. His package definitely never left one of his girlfriends angry, but for the stud, there was no hiding his monster package. Even when he wasn’t hard, Josh’s thick thighs thrusted his bulge front and center, which would leave him looking like he was the biggest man on stage— both in terms of muscle and dick size.
Of course being a professional bodybuilder was the ultimate goal for Josh, but the stud couldn’t help but worry about the prospect of himself popping a boner on stage as soon as he struck a pose.
“Fuck, what am I gonna do?” the hunk hissed to himself as he stared at his throbbing member that was trapped within the tight confines of his blue posers. The material was skin tight, doing absolutely nothing to conceal the large cock from view. The obvious answer would be to wear posing trunks, but the stud didn’t want to cover up his sizable quads that he’d spent so much time working on.
The stud paled at the thought of his hard, eight inch cock bobbing in front of himself while on stage for everyone to see. He knew he’d get disqualified and then his bodybuilding career would be over before it could even officially begin.
“Are you making any progress in there, Josh?” Josh’s manager, Ivan, asked as he entered into the backstage area that was separated from the rest of the contestants by dividers.
Ivan was a retired bodybuilder who had allowed his enormous muscles to be accompanied by a thick layer of fat as he’d stopped competing. The result was a big muscle bear of a man, complete with a hairy chest that was almost always barely covered by a string tank top and the tightest shorts that showed off his own sizable bulge that was clad in a small jockstrap. The older man took one look at the crestfallen Josh, and then noticed the way the young man’s posers were stretched to the max around his hard cock.
Josh had the wherewithal to try to cover up his cock, but his eight inches was so hard that his hands struggled to conceal it in its entirety. His handsome face turned cherry red, although it wasn’t quite discernible given his posing oil.
Ivan nodded. “Still having trouble with that little problem of yours?” he chuckled, gesturing at the way the young man tried, and failed, to cover himself.
“It’s not funny!” Josh protested, even stomping an annoyed foot which caused his toned glutes to bounce a little from the movement. “How am I supposed to compete if every time I flex, I get hard? The judges are gonna think that I’m some kind of horny freak!”
“It’s not that bad…” Ivan tried to say, but at the same time he knew that all eyes would be on Josh’s cock instead of his hard-earned muscles if he went up on stage now.
“‘Not that bad’?” Josh balked, flexing his glutes to prove his point. As soon as his ass moved the slightest bit, his cock throbbed once more. This time, though, his dick managed to tear through the tight confines of his posers, bobbing out in the open air freely. “Damn it!” The hunk grabbed at his hair in frustration as his hard cock wagged in front of his muscled body.
Ivan bit down on his lip in thought before perking up. “I think I have an idea,” he said before he rushed over to his duffle bag that was in the corner of the room. His walk resembled more of a waddle due to his large size, and when he bent over, he let out a huff as he maneuvered around his rotund musclegut.
When he returned, the muscle bear held a small pink, capsule pill in his large hand. “Here, swallow this and it should help you out,” he told his frustrated client.
Josh didn’t have time to ask what the pill was for. He assumed it would act as some sort of relaxer and help keep him flaccid while on stage, so he eagerly swallowed the pill dry.
He didn’t have to wonder long because the pill didn’t take long to take action.
The first thing that Josh noticed was a tingling sensation that took over his hard cock and dangling balls. His still hard cock throbbed again, and Josh felt all of his large muscles flex in unison as he blew his load.
“Uughhnn!” Josh loudly grunted as his cum shot out and coated the posing mirror in strands. The young stud barely had enough time to blush at the fact that he’d unleashed his load in front of another man before the tingling sensation in his package strengthened.
The young man looked down at himself and over his bulging pecs he paled as he saw his cock twitch before steadily starting to pull inwards.
“Wh-what?!” Josh panicked as he clutched at his shrinking package, his stomach dropping as he could even feel his balls gradually get smaller and pull up to his body. He winced as he felt his big, manly cock getting smaller by the second as it shrank in his grasp. Worse was that his pecs and biceps pushed against one another, and the tinier his cock got, the harder it was to maintain a grasp on it.
Finally the tingling subsided and disappeared altogether, leaving the panting stud standing in silent anticipation.
“Go ahead,” Ivan said, crossing his big arms over this beefy chest, “let’s see it.”
Josh shot him a glare before taking a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the action. He removed his shaky hand and paled at the sight before him.
His cock had shrunk to such a severe degree that Josh couldn’t even see it by looking down at himself because of his pec shelf. Instead, the young stud had to look into the posing mirror at his brand new nub. Given that he was freshly shaven everywhere for the competition, the lack of pubes did nothing to help his new tiny cock look any bigger. Instead, a little pinky-sized dicklet barely protruded out from his groin, and a little set of balls that were able the size of small grapes were tight against his skin. It was package that would look tiny on anyone, but on Josh’s broad 220 pound physique of pure muscle, it was hilariously miniscule.
Josh had to force himself to look away from his microdick that he now possessed, his heart racing in his muscled chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouted at his manager. “I’m fuckin’ tiny!” He gestured wildly down at his nub with shaking hands, unable to fully wrap his head around the fact that his cock had somehow magically shrank in a matter of seconds.
Ivan dramatically rolled his eyes. “I solved your problem, Josh,” he grunted as he waddled forward and grabbed the waist of the young bodybuilder’s poser to tug them back up.
Josh felt his face grow warm as he blushed even more. The blue poser that had been skin tight and tented out by his previously eight inch cock was now way too big in the front. The back still cupped his bubblebutt expertly, yet the front pouch was loose and baggy now. The stunned hunk couldn’t help but turn to the side and move back and forth a little bit, seeing how the loose fabric would bunch up and ruin the look that he’d wanted to achieve.
“Yeah, those posers are way too big for you, Stud,” Ivan mock-frowned, voicing what Josh was thinking. “Let me see if I have a smaller pair for you. Go ahead and take those off.”
Josh could vaguely make out the muffled sounds of the announcers telling the audience that the competition was about to start; and despite his panic, he still found himself listening to his manager and dropping his posers to the floor. His blush deepened as he moved, that absent sensation of his thick cock dangling between his legs a harsh reality of just how tiny he now was. His nub barely moved and was so small that it didn’t hang low, and instead it stuck straight outwards atop his tiny balls.
His manager lumbered back over with a few pairs of posers in his mitt, and he held them out as he thought about which one to choose. “Go ahead and flex for me, Stud,” he ordered.
In his daze, Josh still managed to place both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat spread, displaying just how broad he was. Just as before, the sheer moment the stud flexed, he felt a throbbing down in his cock. Unfortunately, unlike before, Josh’s new nub barely grew at all as it got hard; yet, he felt as if it throbbed even more, like he’d never been so hard in his life.
Ivan leaned forward, holding a measuring tape in his paws. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he read out the new measurement of Josh’s shrunken package: “Looks like you’re topping out at 1.5 inches.”
Josh couldn’t believe his ears. His cock had really been reduced by six-and-a-half inches all because of some mysterious pill that his trusted manager had given him. His tiny nub still throbbed and the stud couldn’t resist reaching down with a tentative hand, shuddering as soon as his fingers grazed his tiny cock. He had to grip it with his thumb and index finger due to how small it now was, that simple touch shooting tidal waves of pleasure throughout his body that made his large muscles twitch with want.
“Yeah, that’s a side effect,” Ivan snickered as he finally settled on a black pair of posers. “Apparently all of the nerves that were in your big cock are now all compacted in your tiny one, so your little clit is gonna be super sensitive.”
To illustrate his point, Ivan reached over and began to rub Josh’s tiny nub with his hand, grounding the small organ against his palm.
As soon as there was contact with his sensitive member, Josh had to reach out and place a hand on Ivan’s beefy shoulder in order to steady himself. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through the microdicked hunk, causing him to curl his toes and roll his head back.
“Ooohhhh fuck…” Josh moaned out as his manager played with is tiny cock. The hunk usually wasn’t so vocal whenever he got off, but he was seemingly unable to stop moaning as he was felt up.
On instinct, Josh threw both of his massive arms to form a double biceps pose—
“OOOOhhh!” Josh squealed as he came, his tiny balls only managing to create a few droplets of cum.
As the young bodybuilder panted and struggled to catch his breath, Ivan went ahead and maneuvered his stiff legs into the black posers, tugging the small piece of fabric up his wide thighs.
Although his body was still buzzing from his recent sexual release, Josh still groaned as he saw his new posers. There was barely any fabric whatsoever; so little that “Thong” might’ve been a more appropriate word for the article of clothing. The back of the posers slipped entirely between the stud’s cheeks, covering none of the large bubblebutt at all. Instead, there was a little triangle of fabric right over his crack, resembling a whale tail. Worse was that the front pouch was a size XS, cupping Josh’s dicklet and tiny balls with expert craftsmanship. It was a perfect fit, and the black fabric popped noticeably against his pale skin, perfectly detailing just how tiny the hunk now was.
The meager bulge in front of the young man’s posers was incredibly small, and it was nearly engulfed by his thick thighs. Ivan affixed the button with his competitor number on them, and Josh’s heart dropped when he realized that the button was way bigger than his poser’s bulge.
“Aww, look how cute the little guy is,” Ivan teased. “It’s a good thing that these little pills cause permanent changes. I think this is a great look for you.”
“P-permanent?” Josh repeated, his stance a little wobbly as the weight of this realization crashed upon him. The stud had built his career on his physique, and now that he possessed a little microdick, he knew that he would have to carve out a new niche for himself. No longer would he be known as the online stud with a body and muscles to die for, but he’d now be known as the muscleman with the really small cock.
For some reason, he felt his heart race at that last thought. He didn’t have time to question it before the loudspeakers blared out.
“Or next competitor is Number 96: Joshua C., coming in at 5’7” and 220 pounds,” the announcer said, which was followed by a roar of applause.
“—and 1.5 inches hard,” Ivan added, giving the young bodybuilder a playful nudge. “You better get out there, Stud. Your debut starts now!”
Josh took one last look in the posing mirror, steeling his nerves as his eyes could’t help but hone in on the tiny bulge in the front of his posers. He loudly gulped but still waddled out from his section and onto the stage, his heart racing in his huge chest the entire time. As he moved, he couldn’t help but note how weird it felt to not have a big pouch nestled in front of his quads.
Josh stepped onstage, seeing that the venue was packed with scores of people who were no doubt eager to witness his bodybuilding debut. He also knew that, because of his frequent promoting on his social media platforms, that a good chunk of the audience was comprised of his own followers— all of whom would know that his bulge was significantly smaller than it should’ve been.
Thanks to the posing oil, no one could see how bright red the stud’s face was turning with humiliation. He could see that the giant screen at the back of the stage showcased close up video footage of himself as he waddled towards the center of the stage, the camera focusing in on how small his bulge was.
A few gasps and giggles were audible from the crowd as Josh’s thighs swallowed his junk as he moved, his massive form a stark contrast from his tiny package.
Still, this was supposed to be his moment. Hence the stud took a deep breath and placed both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat pose. His lats flared widely and his tiny bulge was thrusted forward by the movement.
On cue, Josh felt an intense throbbing sensation in his crotch as he got hard. He expected the worse as he held his pose, but he didn’t hear any indication that people knew. The hunk turned around to form a rear lat pose. He had a flash of embarrassment at how the thin posers had left his ass virtually on display, which was now being shown off to the crowd; however, that feeling disappeared when Josh took the time that he had facing away from the crowd to look down at himself.
The hunk felt a foreign sense of relief for the first time in a while when he registered that, although he was rock hard, his dick was so tiny that it barely created a tent in his posers. Thanks to his weird quirk of getting turned on by flexing, Josh’s cock was still throbbing like normal, albeit a bit more thanks to how sensitive it now was. But it was barely visible.
Josh turned back around and moved to a side chest pose. His biceps and pecs inflated with power as he showed off his musculature, his cocklet throbbing even more as he showed off his muscles. As he moved to the other side, he stole a glimpse of himself on the large monitor, elated that his hard, tiny cock wasn’t visible to the crowd whatsoever.
Now Josh’s heart raced in his muscled chest for an entirely different reason as it dawned on him. Sure he had a really tiny dick, but now no one could tell that he was rock hard as he posed onstage.
Josh’s handsome face broke out into a smile that was alight with zeal. The muscle stud threw his arms up into the air as he formed a double biceps pose, his cocklet throbbing with the motion as he flexed. He was deeply turned on as he continued to flex, moving from pose to pose as he showed off his hard-earned muscles.
The crowd could pick up on the change in Josh’s mood, and they began to cheer more and more as he posed.
Josh held his head up high as he flexed, feeling more turned on than ever. Never before had he ever felt so aroused, not even with one of his girlfriends or even posing in the mirror at home. Nothing compared to the feeling of showing off his massive, manly muscles for all of the guys in the crowd to lust over. He flexed his big, round muscles onstage, basking in the light over how much guys cheered for him. Even more was when Josh flexed his glutes for the men, loving every second of it.
Deep down Josh knew that his life was now changed forever. Thanks to the cockshrinking pill that Ivan had given him, gone was the modest stud who would flex on camera and get off on it in secret. In his place was now a brazen horny, microdicked bodybuilder who flexed and showed off his muscles live onstage, the action feeling a million times better than sex. All of his previous anger and humiliation from having his cock shrunk disappeared, leaving the hard stud preening. Even more surprising was that Josh felt himself having the time of his life, loving the fact that he was hard onstage in front of so many people. He found himself desperate to do it again.
At the end of Josh’s posing routine, he leaned over and formed a most muscular pose. His thick arms flexed with power as they bulged. His massive pecs felt so heavy and large as they pumped up for the crowd. This ultimate pose ended in Josh twitching onstage, and he had to bite down on his tongue to prevent his moan from escaping his lips as he came in his posers.
The microdicked stud panted and gave a dazed smile as he basked in the post-orgasmic bliss that flexing onstage had given him, his load so tiny that there wasn’t even a wet mark visible on his slutty posers. Still, despite how tiny his load was, Josh still felt as if he’d just blown the biggest load of his life, unable to ignore the excited tingling he felt. Already, he was looking forward to the Pose Off portion of the competition where he’d get the opportunity to flex next to other bodybuilders, showing off for musclemen up close and personal.
His nub throbbed in anticipation.
He gave a wave to the crowd as he left the stage, loving how much they all cheered for him. The bass-filled noise let Josh know that it was majority men in the crowd, which made his heart race even more for some reason.
Josh waddled backstage, seeing that Ivan was waiting expectantly for him in their section. The older man clapped him on the back excitedly.
“You killed it out there, Stud!” Ivan cheered. “How do you feel about your bodybuilding debut?”
Josh mulled over the question seriously.
His dick was tiny, but he’d just won over the crowd at his first bodybuilding competition. That, and he was able to not be the laughing stock of the bodybuilding world because of how he’d always get hard while flexing. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Ivan had been a genius for giving him the cockshrinking pill. Josh couldn’t wait to get back to the gym and work out some more, eager to grow his muscles bigger and bigger so that he could flex and show off onstage again. All the while, his tiny cocklet would be rock hard and shooting load after load into his skimpy posers. Yet, because of how small his microdick was, no one would be able to tell that the young bodybuilder was practically masturbating in front of everyone.
It’d be his own little dirty secret.
“I feel great!” Josh honestly answered, feeling so intensely horny as if he hadn’t just gotten off a few seconds ago. “I can’t wait for the next competition!” Ivan couldn’t see it, but Josh’s 1.5 inch dicklet was already hard and throbbing with the prospect of flexing in front of all of those men again. It was so small that it barely grazed the pouch of the slutty posers he was wearing, which would definitely become a stable of his wardrobe; and not just at competitions, but everywhere!
“There’s no need to wait for the next portion,” Ivan hummed, a knowing hint in his voice. “Why don’t you give me a quick, private posing session, Stud?” He sat down in one of the chairs that was backstage, crossing his arms in front go his hairy chest expectantly.
Josh’s face broke out into a cocky smirk and he hooked his thumbs into the strings of his posers, tugging them down to the floor. His tiny cock sprang free, already at its full length of 1.5 inches and totally clashing with the young man’s massive muscles. Still, Josh thrust his hips forward proudly, shoving his microdick out front and center. His little nub was swallowed by his thick thighs as he waddled forward.
There was no sense of embarrassment this time, just an immense sense of lust as the older man watched him show off. As he posed and moved, he could feel his large muscles bulging, and having the other guy watching him made his nub throb even harder than usual.
Josh playfully turned around and flexed his glutes for Ivan, his cocklet leaking precum from the action. He wiggled his hips and made the globes jiggle, which was an unknown instinctual action that made him cock his eyebrow at first. But he couldn’t deny that he loved it, so he did it once more, turning back around to crunch his abs and make them pop.
Ivan enjoyed the show from the microdicked muscleslut that had been molded out of a big-dicked jock, even more so when he coyly glanced at the pill bottle that read out UltraM0th’s Cockshrinking Formula! New Pill Form! Side Effects include permanent drastic penile shrinkage, and uncontrollable arousal around men.
“You ever seen a guy this big?” Josh teased as he continued to flex, making his muscles bulge with immense power… but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like they weren’t right. He shook his head and his smirk grew. “You ever seen a guy this small?”
He gestured down at his nub that throbbed the more Ivan admired it.
“I sure haven’t,” Ivan grunted. “You’re the smallest guy I’ve ever met. All of those big muscles, just to be paired with such a puny clit dick.”
Josh continued to smirk as he moved to a front thigh pose, the pose forcing his meager package front and center. It was hilariously small and could barely be seen. But Josh loved that! He felt so turned on by showing off how big and small he was.
“Uughhnn!” Josh tensed up as his tiny cocklet let out another load, the third one in such a short amount of time. Despite cumming so frequently, Josh felt like he could go for another round immediately. The tiny drops of cum landed on his abs, looking like a little puddle.
“Thanks for the show, Stud,” Ivan mused. “You better get back out there soon for the group posing.”
Josh loved what he heard and couldn’t resist forming another most muscular pose, the new muscleslut hard instantaneously all over again. He happily rushed back onstage amid the other musclemen and began to flex, easily outmuscling every other bodybuilder. Yet, every single man onstage had a much larger packer than he did. The new Josh didn’t mind though.
Josh loved being a massive bodybuilder, but he loved having a tiny dick even more!
More Malachi
Yeah dad, it looks good on you
Shut up, you’re not goth. You’re just a scene kid who found black lipstick.
Oh! Something is getting out of this poser, and I don't mind it at all hehe
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