You can only be carefree if I take some of those brains away. You can’t be stressed if you don’t know what to be stressed about. Let me take a big portion of your intelligence and I will add that volume to your abs, making them grower bigger and bigger. Your minds shifts from math problems to weightlifting and jerking off. You flex in front of the mirror. Admiring your giant muscles and beautiful tan.
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.
I didn’t think much of making a fag joke… I mean, lots of guys make them, right? But I chose the wrong day… before I knew it, bam, I had cock on the brain and couldn’t get it out… like it had lodged itself in my brain and wouldn’t go away. It made me feel strange, and dumb, like I couldn’t think about important stuff anymore. Then my feet burst right out of my shoes as they fagged out on me, too. My arms, legs, and face grew hairy, thicker, firmer, sexier, stupider…
I love the new way I am, don’t get me wrong, but it would have been nice to at least have been by a mirror, or to have it happen slower so I could have enjoyed it more. Look at these fag feet, man, do they turn you on? You think they’d look good over my shoulders if we hooked up tonight? Used to be size 8, but now I’m a 13. You like that? You like dudes with furry legs and some scruff? Fuuuuck… I love being like this, but it just makes me so horny sometimes. I guess that’s a good thing…
Professor Davies was one of the most renowned minds of his time, from valedictorian to successful author, he moved around from campus to campus, college to college, in order to share his knowledge with young and hopeful minds. Most of the time this worked, sometimes he got people like Bryce, Bryce was the most popular kid on campus, and also a notable disruption or absence from most of his lectures.
The jock with his gang of guys simply mentioned how he “didn’t care” about Professor Davies and apparently couldn’t wait for him to go back to Harvard at the end of the term. It was the final day when Professor Davies felt himself take a deep breath and walk into the lecture hall, the speech was going to be optional regardless but he just wanted to send his students a clear goodbye, and he was surprised to see a cluster of blue outfitted muscular men spread around the hall, Bryce and the others had decided to attend.
“Good morning class,” smiled Professor Davies as he took a sip from a cup of coffee he had made in the staff room just close by, the taste was bitter, more bitter than it should’ve been and he resisted the urge to flinch at the taste as his smile grew wider. “Today as you all understand, I will be leaving, many of you have been a great asset to this class with your honest tho-”
The professor flinched, blinking as his voice died down, some of the students blinking as Bryce only smiled. Why couldn’t he say it? What word was he thinking of again? His mind slurred for a moment as the Professor looked down. He realised he was gaining weight, but not this much, not so much he started to feel tight in his clothing and even gasped as he felt his boxers filling out as if his cock was growing more erect. He slowly walked behind his desk and chair, gripping it tight. “T-Thoughts! Sorry my brain isn’t on today.” The Professor laughed exchanging some smiles among the crowd, as he started to glance around. His vision almost seemed to start to blur, odd as he was sure he had his contact lenses on.
“Anyway…your th-thoughts have been a great assi- assi- help to this term and I apprec- like it,” Professor Davies felt dazed and confused, almost mumbling some of his words as he felt as if his vocabulary was starting to shrink, just like his clothing.
Even now as he felt a small tear at his chest, revealing a small slither of his muscle, his sudden bulging pec. Fuck yeah! He wanted to flex it! But he stopped himself, looking up at the class as he could see some worried frowns, even now as one of his buttons popped and started to give way to his chest hair, that slowly started to look more brown and full than grey. “If you excuse me, cl-ass.”
Professor Davies started to quickly walk away, rubbing his brow as an intoxicating scent started to fill the room, and one glance at Bryce he walked by, he could see the smirk and now that somehow, it was coming from him, him and the other jocks around that glanced down, smiling back at him.
In the bathroom he quickly closed the door behind him, glancing at the mirror as he started to tear his shirt down slightly to get a better look, his growing hands tore through the shirt, letting buttons scatter to the floor and reveal his sweaty body, his pecs growing finer and larger with every moment and he loved it. He wanted to lick them, grope, them, he almost started flexing them in the mirror.
No!
He had to pay attention, focus, his breathing grew heavy and laboured as he felt both hands clutching the sink, just as more of his shirt tore away, the sleeves gave way for his biceps, throbbing like a heartbeat. They continued to grow in mass and muscularity, watching ridges start to appear in the biceps as he looked at them, almost bordering on flexing as he watched the ridges grow whenever he moved his arms. His entire upper torso was different, brown hair replacing the grey hairs on his chest as his abs pushed out further and further, popping into existence one by one as he saw that he hadn’t been growing fatter, he had been gaining muscle, his body growing thicker.
It was when the doors swung open behind him, that Professor Davies spun on his heel to see Bryce, smiling and still in his letter jacket as he glanced the professor up and down.
“Are you okay, professor?” asked Bryce, not even pretending to be shocked at all by what was going on, but instead Professor Davies could sense a hint of arousal, and sniffing the air he could tell where the musk was coming from, making him sweat more and for his cock to press up against his pants.
“Yes, B-Bryce I’m fine, just go back to class please,” stuttered Professor Davies, even now in his dumbing mind, he could feel that Bryce knew something, watching in the mirror as he saw his wrinkles start to disappear, Bryce was in the back smiling.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that…sir,” Bryce warned.
Professor Davies felt himself moan at that title, being called sir did something to him as suddenly he saw his hands automatically start to stroke his cock through his pants, not stopping even when they began to slowly leak pre-cum, dribbling down his legs and going to only speed up the process of his thighs suddenly filling out his pants, his shorter yet tighter pants that looked less formal and more sporty by the moment. His thighs continued to grow, becoming muscular and thick as Professor Davies glanced at Bryce.
“What are you…” The professor started.
“You like it when I call you, sir, don’t you?” teased Bryce. “Maybe it’s that jock juice I put in your coffee bro.” Bryce stepped forward, his musk only setting Professor Davies off more and more, finding it hard to think as he realised he left his phone back on his desk. His shoes now started to burst open at the seams as his feet grew longer, becoming lengthier as his pecs started to flex and his cock continued to throb.
“Bryce…stop this,” Professor Davies warned as he could barely stand, leaning back on the sink, a hand still teasing his cock through his pants. “You can’t do this…”
“Can’t do sir, not after me in your class. But hey at least you’re gonna be a great Coach,” said Bryce as he stepped forward. “I’ll help you get along, sir.”
“No! Bryce-” The Professor moaned as Bryce immediately started to lick and nip at the professor’s nipple, enjoying the sprinkles of hair starting to grow on the Professor’s chest as a result, continuing to lick and lap at his muscles, worshipping them as Professor Davies couldn’t resist, holding Bryce’s head in place as Bryce stroked at the professor’s cock through his new sport pants.
This was so wrong but it felt right, the Professor unable to stop as he felt his jawline sharpening, his own wrinkles faded away as he was growing younger, stronger, burlier, and almost unrecognisable not that he even knew what word needed anymore.
He was dumb…so dumb, and just as he felt Bryce’s tongue lick across his nipple once more, he felt himself cum, moaning out loud before Bryce kissed Coach Davies, new memories of his days in sport and taking care of his team in whatever way he could sparking in his small brain as he forget everything about lectures, and books, only caring about jocks and sports. It was after he felt the next spurt of cum escape his cock, he finally felt Bryce walk away, as the Professor started to dry off.
“Are you coming coach, you said we had practice in five?” asked Bryce.
Coach Davies simply gave a smile, and started walking out with the best member of his team, now one of the dumbest minds of his time, with just one of the best bodies.
Charlie grinned triumphantly as he snuck back into his room carrying his stupid older brother’s big stupid flip flops. His ‘lucky’ flip flops he called them. Despite being only 2 years apart, Charlie 16 and Barry 18 the two had drifted far apart since Barry got those flip flops, they used to both be pretty small nerdy guys and play a lot of video games together but now Barry was a loud dumb surfer jock that only cared about his board and getting some cali girls on his dick. Once Barry got those things it was almost instant, he started hanging out with some surfer types, going to the beach and working out and surfing with them. Spending less and less time on school and video games. The two haven’t been close ever since. “What does he see in these gross things?” Charlie wondered. He could smell them from his hand, a sweaty, musky smell, “when were they last washed?!” He wondered. The plan was to hide them in his room to get back at Barry for basically abandoning him. However, he felt a sudden strange urge to test them out, despite the size 13 flip flops being way too big for his size 8 feet. The urge only grew stronger and stronger however and soon the young nerd was eagerly ripping off his shoes and socks and thrusting his feet into the lucky red flip flops.
Suddenly a bolt of energy shot through him and his feet twitched and cracked, growing and spreading out, wider, longer, tanner and older until they were big surfer feet just like his brothers and fit the flip flops so perfectly they couldn’t come off! Charlie pulled and pulled in panic and confusion as the energy rushed through him, covering his body in a healthy glow and aging him. He grew bigger and taller, his boyish body broadened with tanned, toned muscles that ached to be stretched and flexed. His small pikachu shirt tore to pieces to reveal his beautiful, well developed chest where his small chub had vanished and his pecs bounced out. He groaned as his voice deepened and changed to be a slow cali surfer voice. His dark, greasy hair sprouting out into a lighter, fuller mane that smelled of sex and the sea. His jeans ripped as his bronzed muscular legs broke through and stretched to make him taller as they got hairier. His poor nerdy brain didn’t stand a chance as the flip flops fried his mind, shrinking it and removing all thoughts and intelligence making him a brainless surfer himbo just like his brother. “Haha sweet dude!” The new Chuck blurted out, he felt his dick surge in his newly formed board shorts, becoming thick and heavy and ready to party. He just needed to find his twin bro. Hopefully he wouldnt mind him borrowing his lucky flip flops, he really felt like getting lucky today…
“How’s it going, boys? You two look like you could use a cold one,” said the shirtless meathead from the lawn of BΩΔ House. He had a cooler out in the open, loaded with Coors. He reached for two cans.
“Thanks, but we’re on our way to our own pledging ceremony. ΦME,” replied your fellow rushee, Jeff.
“Phi-Me? You guys are the ones that are all science majors and engineers, right?” the meathead stood up with a beer in each hand.
“Yeah, I’m civil, he’s nuclear.”
“Huhuh, no one in our frat’s that smart. We’re the swolest frat, tho. But really…” the meathead said as he walked towards you…
“… You guys seem way too hot in those jackets.” He was staring into your eyes and you couldn’t look away.
“Have a cold one.”
One or four or twelve beers later, in the basement of BΩΔ House, you and Jeff signed pledges to BΩΔ. And began your new lives of dumbing down, jocking up, and getting swole as fuck.
Five minutes in and you were confused. You’ve never really cared much about football but you wanted to know why your best friend had somehow turned into a jock seemingly overnight which is what had led you to checking his already activated computer and finding a series of weirdly named audio files that had only ever been listened to once, around the time Alex had ‘changed’. Booster Bumper #01 the first file was called and you clicked onto it curiously, putting Alex’s earphones in. You could only hope that he wouldn’t come back any time soon because you weren’t going to leave until you got your answers.
Ten minutes in and your mind was a little foggier. What were this files Alex had been listening to? It was just a man in a deep voice reading out football plays and yet you were convinced there was some hidden code in there, you just needed to find it. Was there some music playing quietly behind his voice? You did your best to listen but his voice only grew louder as if he was talking directly into your ears rather than through headphones.
Twenty minutes in and you’d relaxed back further onto the bed, nodding along as the man repeated the plays he’d talked through earlier. This makes sense, you realized before frowning ever so slightly in surprise. You hadn’t expected to pick up on it as quickly as you apparently had.
Thirty minutes and you were talking along with the man, somehow managing to match every single word he said. You were describing things you’d never even heard of before and yet somehow knew they were advanced football plays that your college’s local football team had been practicing lately. Of course I know them. I was there when we practiced it…
The next track began playing at forty-five minutes and you picked up on the fact that the same deep-voiced man was now talking through a number of exercises that would build up strength in a number of areas throughout the body – upper and lower and then upper again.
By an hour in you were flexing each muscle the man mentioned and reminding yourself of the last time you’d tried out that particular exercise. Every single one of them had done you some good but what else did you expect? Coach always knew best and that was why everybody on the team followed his instructions without question.
Alex returned to your shared dorm two hours into you listening to the files and didn’t seem at all surprised to find you sat on his bed in only a pair of blue boxers that were tight around your muscular thighs and barely containing your hard manhood. You flashed him a dumb smile as the third track finished and pulled the earphones out.
“Yo wanna hit the gym with me, bro?” Alex asked already beginning to pack a gym bag that included a number of clothes that would fit tight around his muscular body. The thought of working out with your best bro and showing your muscles off to all the wannabes was definitely appealing but you knew there was something more important to do first.
“Can’t. I gotta go talk to coach, make sure that I’m on the team and not stuck on the bench anymore!” you declared, pushing yourself up and beginning to grab some track pants from Alex’s dresser. For some reason you’d come to college with a bunch of clothes that were far too small for you and totally not your style at all. You’d need to sort that out but talking to coach was your priority right now – as it always should be!
That was his voice on the tapes he’d given you and Alex to listen to after all.
“Can u believe all these losers??” I said. My friend Jonas and I were hanging out at the mall, trying not to puke at the hoard of consumer zombies lurching from store to store.
It was the forth of july, so it was even worse than normal. Up and down the mall there were groups of people loudly joking and laughing, getting their murca on, and wearing whatever red white and blue they had in their closet.
I was dressed all in black like normal. So was Jonas. Fucking automatons.
“Shit Brad, isn’t that Taylor Rives?” Jonas said, pointing out a muscular college kid who was rapidly approaching. His broad shoulders were pushing out a blue tank top and he was wearing red shorts. Tan arms showed off the amount of time he spent out playing ultimate frisbee, and his rounded pecs pushing out showed the rest of his time was in the gym.
In our intro psych class last week, I’d made a pretty assholic comment about how different kinda of people were good at different shit…like maybe meatheads like Taylor shouldn’t be in school. The guy looked better suited for construction or being a gogo boy or something…
“Quick,” I pushed Jonas into the nearest store. It was a pop-up store, just there for July 4th. The sign above the door said “americana”
“I don’t wanna talk to that guy,” I said. “He’s such a fag”
It was tacky to the extreme. The whole place was filled with everything from muscle car kits to uncle sam posters to size large american flag tank tops. Another muscle bound moron was working the counter.
I felt a stirring in my dick. Weird.
Jonas was poking around in the racks, killing time while we waited for Taylor to pass by. As his hand touched a piece of fabric, he said “Bro, I think I’m gonna try this on”
He held up a t-shirt that had a picture of uncle sam on it. The text read “We want you” and then under sam it said “to lift, bro!”
Did Jonas just call me bro?
“Hey Jonas, let me see that” I said. But he was already gone, headed for a change room in the back.
“I think this one is more your style,” I heard a deep voice say. It was the moron from behind the counter. And he *had* to be a moron, he was holding out a tank top with an american flag print on it.
I grabbed it away from him, ready to shove it down his throat, or at least ready to laugh at him and make a shitty comment. But the moment I touched the fabric.
What?
I don’t remember what…huh…
I was rock hard. My cock was totally visible, outlined in my skinny jeans.
“You wanna try that on?” asked the clerk
“Uh yeah…”
“Changing room is in the back.”
I felt high or something. I couldn’t concentrate. So I just followed the instruction and stumbled towards the curtained stall in the back
Inside, I shucked off my cloths. Not just my shirt either. For some reason I felt like I had to get my skinny boddy totally naked. And then there I was, just staring at my naked body and my 5" hard cock in the mirror…
I held the american tank in one hand and looked down dumbly at it. It was a large…I…I really wasn’t
My other hand started pumping my cock automatically. And thats where the weirdness started
Yeah…like it hadn’t already started
My cock started growing. Past what it had ever grown before. Six inches? Or was that like eight? Maybe nine? Fuck, I didn’t know how to measure this shit.
It felt thicker too. I definitely couldn’t fit my hand all the way around it. Wait…no…yeah I could…my hands are fuckin huge
I looked in the mirror again. My body was swelling with muscle while I pumped my cock. Everything from my peaked biceps to my thick traps to my tree trunk legs and my perky bubble butt was bigger…wait…bigger? Nah, this had taken like years to work for. U don’t get this yoked overnite.
I pulled off my cap and tousseled my blond hair.
Lol, I was such a nascisist…I’d come here to try on a tank and I just had to strip down so I could see the whole deal haha…
Time to meet back up with my buddy tho…I slipped my red baller shorts back on – the fabric feels so good when u go commando – and then tried on this stars an bars tank that my bro at the counter recommended. Looked fuckin great on me…
I slipped my flip flops back on and then my snapback and left the change room.
“Jonny!” I shouted across the store. “Check it out! Total buy, rite??”
“Yeah brah!” Jonny said in that bodybuilder voice. Dudes like 240 and makes me look tiny at 190. Jonny’s Uncle Sam T was stretched tite across his pecs. U could see his hard nipples pushing against the fabric. He’s smarter too, goin to college on a football scolarship while I work at my Dads roofing company. I’m the lucky one tho – I’ve got a killer tan and don’t have to worry about shit! And I always got plenty of cash – I pick up shifts shaking my ass for the other fags in town, and most weekends they pick me up too!
We paid for our stuff and left to keep lookin around the mall. There’s nothin like checkin out some sales b4 u head out to drink beers and watch the firewoeks
I bumped into my buddy Taylor outside the store. “Hey bro,” he said. “U know this store? I picked up an awesome muscle shirt here last year!”
“Yeah, ” I said. “Just got this! Wanna get outside for a while? I gotta football in my bag”
We all ended up playing football for a while, but eventually Taylor and I ditched out to go back to his place and fuck. We definitely went out with the bros for beer and fireworks tho
Once you’ve accepted it, once you’ve given all the way in, it’s easy to become the stupid himbo your master wants you to be. It’s easy to strip off your clothes and admire yourself, feeling so big, so muscular, so ripped, so stupid, so… horny. Muscle is sex and sex is muscle, just existing in your fucking ripped body is enough to get you and keep you hard as a rock. All this body is for one purpose, serving your master. So just strip… that’s right, just give in… let yourself become the dumb, horny himbo you know you are deep inside.
Muscle Tf Lover 