Once upon a time – well… it was about three years ago, around midnight, when Daniel noticed a man tampering with his mums garden. Daniel thought he was trying to steal the garden gnome and so he went back to bed.
In the morning, the gnomes were still there but the dirt seemed irritated.
The first few flowers sprouted just months after it was planted, and those flowers released a chemical into the air that Daniel seemed drawn to, as he spent more time hanging around them with little picnics or hanging with his mates. The slim boy didn’t have any reason but the alluring smell the flowers had, as to why he loved them.
What he didn’t notice was each time he was around, his body became more toned up, and his mind was slowly getting reprogrammed.
His muscles swelled to a lean physique, his abs slowly pushing out and his legs becoming thicker.
Each night, Daniel would rub his growing pecs and pinching his newly sensitive nipples, groaning and moaning as his enlargened and sensitive dick was getting jacked off by his warm, smooth hand. Men of muscle were slowly engraved into his brain permanently – their large dicks and beautiful rack-like pecs flooded his mind as he fertilized the dirt with his seed, an incredible orgasm rocking his body every time.
Nowadays, Daniel – now going by “Danny” – likes to stand by the plants as he pulls down his short shorts, his smooth body warm in the sunlight, and bask in the euphoria of the flower pollen.
Dannys body grew to a perfect, flexible piece of meat, his ass rounding into a juicy bubble butt, and his lips plump for sucking dick.
It wasn’t until his 21st birthday that the man who planted the “Himbo Polly” plant that night, came back to claim his himbo slut, who was bottoming on a pink 11 inch dildo behind the bushes – finding he couldn’t cum.
Eager, Danny followed the man, feeling a fire inside of him and an itching in his ass as he now had someone to call master, who could help him in more ways than one.
The end.
YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME! I AM SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT! WHITE PRIVILEGE IS NOT A THING, I WORKED HARD TO GET WHERE I AM. YOU ACT LIKE, BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY, YOU HAVE IT SO FUCKING HARD!!!
This was most of your conversations with your dorm mate, you still don’t understand how this happened. Trey was blind as a bat when it came to social issues. Always throwing out micro-agressions and not even realizing it, a basic white asshole. You two seemed to be always arguing, and it was getting old, you had the rest of the year to deal with this fuck. The worst part was, you were so attracted to him, and it pissed you off.
Trey was your typical straight white frat-boyesque tool, and he should have repulsed you, but something made you so hard. Maybe it was his ignorance, looks, or general dumbass nature, you didn’t know but you knew he was on your mind while jerking.
You were jerking one day, and your best friend, Emilio stopped by and decided to walk right inside. He was quite amused that your were rubbing one out, until he pried the picture of Trey out of your hands. Emilio’s ultra liberal personality flipped a switch and he lost it on you.
Cussing, swearing, angry as fuck, Emilio activated something deep down within himself, fully unaware.
“I hope you’re happy with that fucker, you two must have so much in common,” was all Emilio needed to say and his anger dissipated.
He simply turned around, crumpled the picture, through it over his shoulder, and left.
What neither of you knew is that Emilio had lineage to ancient gods, and a power that was hidden deep within. As the day went on, you found yourself daydreaming about Trey, more than usual. You were thinking about how good he looked and how you wish you could look like that.
Shaking your head, you silenced the foreign thoughts and went on about your academic business. Sitting in Advanced Theories of a Macro World, you found yourself bored, where you were normally quite enthralled. It was weird, but the discussion seemed stupid and pointless. YOu couldn’t understand why people kept talking about other races and how they were oppressed. People had to make their own way, it takes hard work.
“Fuck,” you thought, what am I thinking.
The day went on and all of your classes went similiar to the first.
YOu headed home and went into the bathroom, to splash water on your face and take an aspirin for the headache that was ensuing. Yet you became quickly distracted when you saw Trey’s clothing. He must have left his polo, boxer briefs, and shorts in the bathroom. Not even thinking, you put it all on and looked at yourself in the mirror.
You noticed, your hair had lightened, and your face seemed more defined. YOu looked like Trey and it was really weird. You found your self exploring your body, as your hands ran over your skin, it felt different, your muscles felt like they were getting stronger by the second.
“What the fu…,” your voice cracked and fell like a stone. YOu grabbed your throat in surprise. All of this was turning you on, this excitement was making you hard. You grabbed your swollen and long cock and began to jerk again, trying to think about Trey, but for some reason, hot naked women came to mind.
You were both disgusted and turned on and your hands wouldn’t stop moving. It felt so good, but you were imagining that it was a tight pussy.
Suddenly you stopped, horrified at what was happening. In a state of panic, you went to the mirror, only to see a face that looked like it could be Trey’s brother looking back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, the more you jerked the more you seemed to change. You took the clothing off, but you were still hard and looking this blonde looking frat boy reflection wasn’t helping. You tried hard to think gay thoughts, to reclaim your sexuality, you started to think about how you could help other in need, but it wasn’t going well. Conservative, thoughts, arrogant confidence, and ego-centric beliefs were burning into your head. Whatever was happening was killing your empathy, turning you into a rich, white, tool.
YOu realized your hands were jerking you off again, your head was pounding and you couldn’t stop any of it. You felt like you were drugged, your brain felt slow and words were difficult to grasp. Memories of being a business major, frat boy, and president of the young conservatives on campus, pushed their way to the front.
Your cock felt so good, and you were so close to cumming. Moaning you felt the last of you changing, you couldn’t fight it anymore. As you erupted, your new life locked into place, you became Ryan Stillman, younger brother to Trey Stillman.
Your dad paid to make sure you and Trey got into school and were dorm mates. Trey was the fucking best and he totally got you. You both loved to party and fucck chicks. Neither of you would go very far in life, but that didn’t matter as long as those stupid fucking liberals stayed out of your sexual conquest.
‘Holy shit this thing is tight. Do I have to wear it?’
‘Yes boy, now that you have taken the himbo potion and you’ve dumbed down enough this will be your uniform while you clean the house for me. I have to earn money for us. Your job is to maintain the household and look good.’
‘I do look good, hehe. Me dumb. Me strong, Me horny.’
‘I see the dumbing down is finished. I will fuck you later boy. Now take that shirt off and go iron my clothing.’
Michael, a.k.a @mybois2 was a bigger guy, bigger than he wanted to be. He had a things for shorter, smoother guys who were muscular but not too muscular. He works retail because he can’t find a job with his theatre degree, I could hear his desire like a fog horn on a cold dead night.
I appeared in his town and created a space between the Kebob shop and the House of Mirrors, it was a weird little strip mall. I made a store that would cater the type of guy Michael wanted to be, I named it Evan Bro’s Surf and Skate, filled it with snapbacks , surfer equipment, and skater equipment. He was going to love it, snapped my fingers and some popular music began to play and an intoxicating cologne was pumped into the streets.
Michael walked by, not remembering seeing this store before, he was intrigued. I could see the store call to him like a Siren on a rocky crag in ocean. His ship would crash into the gloaming and would be lost forever.
He walked in and I greeted him with a “what’s up, mate? How are ya?” Of course, I was dressed so well and shirtless that Michael couldn’t contain himself.
He stammered, “ uhh I’m, I’m, jjjust lookking, ttthanks.”
“You let me know if I can help you, bro. Name’s Evan.” I smirked
He quickly turned around and begin to frantically look busy. He spotted a pair of shorts and grabbed them off the shelf, running into the changing room. Michael took a breathe and looked at himself in the mirror. Unconsciously, he was undressing himself and putting on the shorts.
The power of the shorts hit him, and he began to feel weird and tingly all over. He watched in awwwe as he seemed to lose weight, it was literally melting away. His skin was tightening as well as he began to develop muscles, his abs began to pop out and pecs gained definition. He had never had muscle like this before. He could feel his legs become powerful and strong form the skating and the surfing, he looked more like a gogo dancer than a theatre person. As he changed, he started to feel unstable, he felt as if he was getting closer to the floor. He went from a good 6′2″ to a 5′9. He was dumbfounded, he came out and started to question me.
“Dude, brah-man, what the fuck just happened?” He said before he clasped his hands over his mouth not recognizing his words or his own deep voice.
“What are you talking about, mate” I circled him like a shark, “ I like those shorts on you.” I told him with my Cheshire grin.
I turned to the hat rack, and found one that would fit him nicely. “Hear, put this on, “ I said slamming it down before he could protest.
Michael could feel his mind in something like a mixer, the once 26 year old was losing the memories of the last 7 years of his life. He remembered just turning 19 yesterday, and getting recruited by a modelling firm and a connected gay club. College never happened for Mike, naw, it wasn’t his thing.
He fel another change, as his muscles grew once more and his face became stronger and a little more cut. He felt a chinstrap push its way through his skin, as his muscles expanded a little more. Mark was now a confident young gogo boy who you might see in a magazine or on a billboard. He loved to walk around shirtless, because he knew the guys were checking him out.
There was no shortage of sex for Mark, yeah, he isn’t as bright as he was before; that’s okay though. He was 1,000 times happier as a smooth hot stud, being objectified for pleasure.
I flipped the open sign over and took him in the back to break in that new body.
“What are they doing in my bedroom? Why does it take so
long?” mumbled Ben
He raised his armpit, smelling some unfamiliar odor
“Is this my smell? Fuck, I’m reek,”
“Well, with biceps this massive, definitely it will reek.
This biceps are not made over night tho,” he chuckled to himself, rubbing his
abs
“Wait…..this is not right…..since when do I have abs?”
He patted his defined belly once more and then,
“Yeah, I kinda stop working on my core, but it’s still
there, better work on it before it becomes those silly looking beer gut,”
“Fuck, what are they doing in my room? JAKE, ELLIOTT…….oh
fuck, am I being too loud? Never expect my voice to be that deep……” said Ben,
clearing his throat and then also his mind, “My voice is always been that deep,
what is wrong with me this morning?”
He stands up from the couch, heading to his room and at that
very moment, his feet grow until it reaches a good size 13. Ripples of hair
sprouted all over his now strong legs and quads and those leg days result also
manifested in his now melon-sized butt that looked so round yet juicy at the
same time. Expecting to found a pair of dweeb in his room, Ben stepped back for
a moment when he sees Zach posing in front of the mirror with his perfectly
jacked body only covered by overly loose pink tank top
Then
all in a sudden, another huge guy, Loic, stuffed in his clearly too small
hoodie that smelled like extreme workout popped behind Ben and said
“Move inside, fag,”
They grin ear to ear when they see Ben, a huge bottom to
fulfill their hunger for sex during their tour all around USA to compete in one
bodybuilding competition to the other. It’s always perfect to bring your own personal slut during a long road trip
I had a bad feeling when I found out that the tattoo artist my boyfriend had booked an appointment with was actually my high school bully but I presumed I was just being petty and not letting go of the past. I didn’t even think that Caleb recognized me and I certainly wasn’t going to bring up that he used to throw me into dumpsters and shut me in lockers. High school had been a pretty traumatic experience for me and I wasn’t eager to relive it any time soon.
My boyfriend could tell that there was something wrong the moment we got home from booking the appointment. I confessed my history with his new tattoo artist and unsurprisingly Kyle just shook his head and laughed. “That was years ago now, babe,” he reminded me, “I’m sure he’s a different man entirely now.” To reassure me he placed a kiss on the end of my nose and even though I still felt uneasy I didn’t want to make a bigger issue out of it than I had to.
In retrospect I absolutely should have insisted that Kyle had to go to somebody else to get inked. I’d had a bad feeling about Caleb who had always been a homophobic jerk when we were at school but I had no idea what kind of damage he could really do to my relationship.
You see, magic isn’t really something I’d ever considered to be a reality – much less magic-infused tattoos. It was obvious from the moment Kyle returned back to our shared apartment that there was something supernatural about what had happened to him because he had somehow transformed into a man I hardly recognized. While he had always been lean and enjoyed a good jog around the city every few days, he was now sporting strong muscles that pushed his shirt to the very limit as it tried to contain him. His jawline was a little squarer and his hair had both thickened and become shorter as he sport the same well-groomed look I had seen on the preppy guys I worked with.
My gaze was immediately drawn to the full sleeve tattoo down his right arm and I gasped. “You said it was only going to be one small tattoo!” I protested, trying not to think about how big Kyle’s biceps bulged when he shifted his arms. Even his left arm had a skull tattoo on the forearm which wasn’t his style at all!
Kyle frowned back at me, tilting his head to the side and running his gaze up and down me. There was a look in his eye that I could only consider to be disgust and it made a shiver run down my spine. What was going through my boyfriend’s head now I’d left him alone with Caleb for an extended period of time? I was certain that it wasn’t good.
“You got a problem, bitch?” he growled, his voice far deeper than I was expecting. Was there no limit to his changes? It was becoming more and more clear with every passing second that this was no longer the man I had fallen in love with. I wanted to confront Caleb but what was I going to say? There has to be a way to get my Kyle back…
“What did he do to you?” I whined, backing away as he advanced, ripping his shirt off to reveal a muscle-packed torso with another tattoo of Latin words adorning the lower left side. “Come on Kyle, it’s me. You know who I am, right?” I pleaded, wondering just how far the magic had affected him.
“Yeah, you’re the slut I keep around to get me off whenever I want it,” he snapped it, reaching out to force me down onto my knees. The sheer display of his masculine power had me strangely aroused and I couldn’t bring myself to fight back. Instead I told myself that the only way to get my Kyle back was to keep him on my side in the meantime while I investigated. Besides, I was strangely curious to see if the magic had made his cock any bigger.
Suddenly eager to please him, I began to unbuckle his pants and admire just how much of a muscular stud those tattoos had made Kyle. He looked every bit like the dangerous bad boy I’d always lusted after but never been confident to make a move on so maybe there was a small part of me that was enjoying this for some bizarre reason.
“It’s a good thing you look so good on your knees,” he grunted, forcing his cock between my lips and starting to fuck my mouth. “My buddy Caleb’s coming around later so you better be on your best behavior. Who knows, maybe I’ll even ask him to tattoo a tramp-stamp on you…”
Fuck. Letting Caleb tattoo something on me sounded like a surefire way of losing my identity just like Kyle had. Then again – would it really be so bad?
You just can’t help showing off now, can you? It’s like you’re constantly looking for ways to show off your new body, to put it on display, to give everybody a show…
It’s gotten to the point now where just want to wear as little clothing as possible when you’re out in public.
You just want to wear whatever will show the most skin.
You were lost in the city. You were sure the museum was somewhere around here, at least thats what the map your girlfriend gave you was saying.
You turn a corner onto what you think will be the right street, but its just an alley. For gods sake. What was wrong with you today, you can’t follow a simple map? There must be something in the air. You take your phone out to text your girlfriend you’re gonna be late to the… umm… museum, that’s it. You’re going to a museum.
“You look a little lost, dude! Want some help?” you look up and there’s a shirtless guy walking towards you. ‘wow’ you think ‘this guy is… I mean I’m not gay but this guy is incredible.’
He sees you looking. “Hey man, my eyes are up here. I asked if you were lost? Do you speak english?”
“Oh uh yeah, sorry dude. Um I’m meant to be meeting someone at the… umm… yknow that place with the art and statues and stuff.”
“The museum?” He smirks. What’s so funny?
“Yeah, the museeum. I’m meeting some girl there.”
He smirks again. Goddamn this guy is handsome. And so cocky. And so built. “Just some girl? Not a girlfriend right?”
You blush. “Nooooo, no way. Just a friend. She wants to see the art and stuff. And I just….” Your eyes trail down his torso again. God it is so hot today, you can see beads of sweat on his pecs. You can almost smell him…
He puts his hand behind his head casually. “Well dude, sorry, I can’t help you there. I don’t know anything about museums. They’re stuffy and old and full of boring stuff. No fun at all. Don’t you agree?”
You nod. “Yeah you’re right.” To be honest, you’ll agree with anything he says. He just seems so good. So hot. You laugh.
“What’s funny, dude?” He asks, moving in closer. Oh man, you can smell him. He smells so goodd. Like the smell of him is so distracting. Between his smell, and the sight of him flexing and posing in front of you, you can barely concentrate on anything else…
“Oh uh nothin dude. Just me bein dumb. So what should I do then?”
“Well the beach is pretty hot dude, I just came from there. You could go there…” he looks you up and down, “orrrrr if you’re feeling in the mood for some fun and maybe a dumb mistake or two, you could come home with me?”
“Yeahhh dude, that sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, you seemed like a dude who liked fun. You do like fun, don’t you, dummy?”
“Haha yeah I love fun. But who’re you calling dummy?”
“You, dude. Look at you, you’re just a big dumbass, right? You can’t even read a map.”
“Ohhhh dude, you’re so right.”
He flashes another smile. “Of course I’m right, bro.” He lifts his arms up, snaking his arms up, flexing his huge biceps, stretching his pecs, making his perfect nipples dance, flashing a little bit of arm pit, you’re so entranced by his sheer hotness.
Then he puts his arms down, looks deep into your eyes, and says “So you coming dude?”
Andy couldn’t believe the difference between him and his
older brother Josh. The guy was an absolute mountain of a man. He towered over
the rest of the family and had muscles as big as his head. Andy envied him so
much. However he wasn’t sure how he got that way. Genetics can only take you so
far. It just wasn’t fair.
“Want to come to the gym with me
today?” Josh asked. Andy had been staring down his brother’s muscles again. Josh could
tell. Whenever Andy was staring particularly hard at one of his muscles he’d
flex it causing his brother to jump.
“No,” Andy said. “I’d just be in
your way. There’s no way I could ever get as big as you.”
“That’s probably true,” Josh flexed
his arm again, “But it’s better than sitting around playing video games all
day. C’mon bro. At Least try the gym. It’ll be a good experience.”
It was hard for Andy to look away
from his brother. He was too busy showing off again. And it’s not like he
didn’t envy everything about him. “Fine…” he finally agreed. “But you have to tell me you’re secret.”
Josh just smiled at his little brother, “Sure thing. But first the gym.” He loaded up his bag in the truck and drove to the gym.
It was a lot to take in. The gym was huge. People were moving massive amounts of weights while grunting heavily. Andy looked around the gym
confused. He wasn’t used to this kind of atmosphere. Far more testosterone and male musk than he was used to. His big brother showed him over to the free weights. It was a good place to start. “Just you vs gravity. Not too complicated right?” Andy still looked skeptical at his brother’s quick explanation.
“Yo Josh!” one of other
guys shouted.
“YO Peter!” he called back. “Bro
how ya feelin? I heard you’ve been sick for a bit.” Andy zoned out as the two
‘bros’ started talking. His brother always knew how to make a short
conversation into a long one. Andy just knew when this happened to make himself
comfortable. Eventually Josh would run out of things to say, excuse himself, and then go back to whatever he was doing. But these conversations still took a long time.
As Andy sat on the bench, he stared at himself in the
mirror. He really was scrawny. He couldn’t help but compare himself to his
older brother. His brother had everything. “Whatever,” Andy scoffed. “It’s not
like he didn’t work for it. I might as well get started. He had to start somewhere right?” But Andy couldn’t remember a time when his brother could be considered ‘small’. Even as kids he seemed to be one of the biggest guys around.
It wasn’t going to stop Andy though. He made his way over to the
dumbbell rack. The least he could do were some bicep curls. That was something
he’d seen all the other guys doing. But he was still nervous to pick up the
20lb dumbbell in front of him. These were actually pretty heavy. He set them
down again. His face shot red with embarrassment.
“I can do this,” he told himself.
He looked at his thin arms in his sleeves. Even the small sized shirt on his
body hung loosely around his arms. It was something he was so tired of looking
at. The thought about his brother being such a jock while he was a lonely nerd
pissed him off even more. He was going to change. That thought helped him grip
the weight tightly in his hands. He lifted it once more off the rack.
It really surprised him. He wasn’t sure he could actually do that. In the silence of holding the weights he tried to
figure out what to do next. ‘Curls,’ the thought almost seemed to come from
somewhere else. But yeah curls he was going to do curls. Like usual. He started
curling the weight like it was completely normal. With each lift it felt more
natural. Like he’d been doing it for years.
His entire mind zoned out. He didn’t
notice as his arms started to swell. They easily broke past his sleeves. But he
wasn’t wearing a shirt with sleeves anymore. It was the one of the gym’s
sleeveless shirts he’d bought months ago. It was to show off his massive chest.
He loved looking at the deep striations in his pecs. That’s right he had a
built chest… Not to forget about his bottom half either. He was someone who’d
never skipped leg day. Squats were his favorite. Sure he couldn’t walk easily
the next day but his girlfriend was always there to make him feel better. And
knew exactly how to make him feel good while he laid in bed.
Andy stared blankly at his massive
body. He’d just finished his warm up. 20 pound weights were still a bit light
but he didn’t know how long his brother would be talking. Besides he wasn’t
much of a bragger. Moving the weights was enough for him. He stared deeply in
the mirror trying to get himself ready for the rest of his workout.
“Hey little buddy,” Josh came back
rustling Andy’s styled hair. “Aren’t you glad I brought you today?” Andy just
stared at him blankly remembering how much why he hated going to the gym with
his brother. His brother spent too much time talking and not enough time
working out. And he wasn’t little damn it.
Muscle Tf Lover 