He had once been a promising athlete. A quarterback, even. His biggest asset was his height, and his bulk. Even in high school, he’d been a pretty big guy, easily the most intimidating person on the field. In college, he was the stuff of other players’ nightmares. His own team’s wet dreams, yes, but he was an utter terror to the others.
All that has changed, now. He had been a pretty homophobic dick, and he had shown no humility with regard to his near-perfect GPA even when he was investing a lot of time and effort into his football career. He’d taken every opportunity to loudly and boisterously boast. He tooted his own horn almost aggressively. No one in their right mind spoke up against him, though. No one wanted to get snapped in half over his knee.
But with the advent of the bubble boy virus, the world quickly changed around him. With football players succumbing left and right, people started looking at him as though he’d be the next. He got angrier and colder. He even beat someone up calling them a fag at one point, which got him suspended. Eventually, the rumors came true, and he lost everything that he once prided himself on. He remained tall, but his muscles melted away, leaving him mostly gangly. It was like all the meat went to his ass.
His brain melted, practically dripping out of his ears in the middle of class. He had to be tutored. Then, he had to take remedial classes. They weren’t very effective. He listened through one ear, but it went out the other. There was nothing to catch the words in between anymore, after all. Most tutoring sessions ended like this, him naked, bent over something, begging quietly with his eyes and a bit lower lip to get fucked up his new favorite toy—his ass.
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Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes.
“You sure youre in the right place son?” He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. “Sorry but you’re not ready for this job yet, come back when you are.”
Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn’t focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren’t fitting right.
His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he’d find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn’t realize he was now 6’2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes.
He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine.
A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.
That’s easy enough. It just starts when you go to the gym. You might not even notice it at first, but your workout clothes are starting to change. As you lift weights, your shirt fades into a sheer tank top. Your sweatpants shorten, creeping up your legs until they’re tight short-shorts. By the time you finish your first set of reps, you look in the mirror and you see a little twink in slutty clothes looking back.
That’s when some of the other weight lifters notice you. They’re big beefy guys, tall, broad, so strong. So sweaty. One of them comes over to stand next to you, pretending not to notice you as he lifts a dumbbell up over his head. With his armpit exposed, you smell his sweat and it makes your head swim.
You grab some dumbbells and start lifting too. You can see your self changing in the mirror. Every time you lift it, your arms get thicker, and stronger. But something’s draining out of you: your mind’s getting dull, stupid, giddy.
“Looks good bro,” says the bodybuilder.
“Thanks dude,” you say in a deeper voice than you’re used to. What’s going on? You should stop. You know you should. You’re getting so stupid. But you can’t – with each lift, your body’s getting hotter and hotter.
“Gonna turn yourself into a real dumb gym bunny if you keep going,” the bodybuilder grins.
“Fuck yeah,” you smile back, your big buck teeth showing. Did you always have those? You can’t remember. Who cares. Just lift. Keep going. Keep counting. What number comes next? You forgot how to count.
You set the weights down and when you look back up in the mirror, you see whiskers on the side of your face. You laugh. Dumb bunny.
“You wanna spot me, bro?” you ask your new friend, and he nods.
You lie back on the weight bench, and he stands above you, his crotch touching your forehead. You grasp the barbell to do your bench presses. With each thrust, you feel your ears twitch and grow and surge. Furry. Tall. A dumb gym bunny’s.
By the time you set the bar down, your ears are fully grown. You sit up and feel a twitch over your ass – reaching back, you feel your new tail. It’s a thick puff of fur, and it matches the tail on your new friend. “Nice,” he says. “You wanna get your paws next?”
“Yeah bro,” you say, and soon you’re doing squats, feeling your thighs thicken with muscle and your feet expanding in your shoes. The canvas of your sneakers tears away, revealing huge floppy furry paws. You set down the barbell you’re holding and reach down to feel them – so big and strong!
“You’re so fuckin hot as a bunny, dude,” says the bodybuilder, and you flex your powerful new body for him.
He falls to his knees to smell your crotch – so musky and damp. There’s no mistake – you’re an alpha gym bunny. It’s what you were born to me. In charge. Huge. Strong. Stupid. Free of your dumb human life.
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It didn’t take much
for Calvin to get intimidated. Just walking into the gym seeing all the huge
guys working out made him want to turn around and walk right back out. However
one of those big guys was right behind him making his exit a little bit harder
than he anticipated. He wanted to leave but somehow found himself right in the
middle of the gym. Guys were walking all around him completely unaware of his
presence.
“Well at least some things don’t
change,” he mumbled to himself.
Standing in the middle of the gym made him feel
so strange. Watching all the guys work so hard to lift weights. Their muscles
were working at their peak. Calvin felt a pang of jealousy. He’d love to be
like them but didn’t have the will power to do it.
“Sup, bro,” a deep voice came from
behind Calvin. He practically jumped feeling like someone was about to attack
him. The guy gave him a deep laugh. “Not used to guys coming at you from
behind, eh?” He laughed even harder like he’d just said some kind of joke.
“Uhhhh… No?” Calvin couldn’t help
but make it a question. He had no idea how to respond to that. He felt like he
understood what the bodybuilder meant but didn’t know how to respond. This place was
completely out of his element. He wasn’t used to being around guys like this.
The guy was absolutely massive standing in front of him. He had to be on like
all the college sports teams. Calvin stared trying to think of something to
say.
“First time here, lil buddy? Pretty
intimidating, huh?” the guy didn’t seem to care about what he had to say. “I’ll
show you around,” he wrapped his large arm around Calvin’s shoulder’s leading
him to the other side of the gym. Then he took his hat off and put on onto Calvin’s
head. Calvin tried to adjust so the bill face forward but the guy twisted it
back. “Like this buddy. Looks way cooler.”
Calvin just nodded. He stared back
at the door trying to figure out how to escape the large man’s arm. However the giant turned him around so easily that Calvin completely forgot what he was looking at. “First things first little buddy. You gotta look the part. I don’t
like seeing you come in here all lonely and depressed looking. That’s no way to
train. You gotta look confident.”
“But I…
“Don’t wanna hear it.” He
completely cut Calvin off. “First rule of being big is think big. Got it?”
Calvin nodded, “Good boy!” he gave Calvin a hard slap to the back. “Now I want
you to give me an intimidating stance.”
“What?” Calvin had no idea what
that could even mean by that. “But I’m not…”
“No negatives!” Calvin wanted to
interject but the guy kept talking. “We only deal
with cans. You can do it. Got it?” Calvin nodded. He wasn’t really one to look
tough. If he ever tried, his scrawny frame allowed others to put him back in
his place. But this guy had the utmost confidence in him. He almost didn’t want
to let him down.
Giving his best bad boy attitude,
Calvin threw his shoulders back and flexed his body. He looked more constipated
than intimidating. The other guy couldn’t help but give a chuckle. “C’mon man.
You can do it. Don’t think so hard about it. Just shoulder’s back.” Calvin felt
the big strong hands on his back as he straightened his posture. The position
he was placed in felt so much more natural than what he had put himself into.
“And tip you head up a little bit.”
Calvin looked at his face again.
Had he really forgotten to shave this morning? Not that it really mattered. The
light scruff on his face gave him a more angular appeal. He was a pretty
handsome dude. Most people couldn’t help but notice. And it was always a nice feeling when someone else’s hands run through the extra hair when they made out. He tossed
his head back again grinning at how cool he looked in his hat. It did look so
much better that way.
“And flex.”
In an instant Calvin flexed his
entire body. He felt a surge of power through him. Every part of him bulged.
His clothes ripped clean off him. The huge muscle stud stood in the middle of
the gym completely naked. Part of him didn’t care though. It’s not like any of
the other guys in the gym hadn’t seen something like this before. Besides being
naked was more of a natural state for him. Why shouldn’t he show off his hard
work to others?
“YEAH BOI!” the guy shouted holding
his hand up for a high five. Naturally Calvin returned it with a loud clap
filling the gym. No one seemed to even notice.
“Fuck yeah! Don’t know what was wrong
wit me! Just feeling down I guess,” Calvin shot back. “Hopefully this isn’t a
problem.” He motioned down his huge naked body. Veins seemed to be bursting out
of all his muscles. Every part of him was absolutely massive. The guy didn’t
seem to mind.
“Nah man. Shit like that happens
all the time. I’ll get you some extra clothes.” He smiled at Calvin.
“Bro. Can’t I just stay like this?”
Calvin quipped back.
“Dude! I wish! But can’t.
Regulations or whatever. C’mon. I’ll get you some new clothes that fit you,” He
wrapped his arm around Calvin’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. For a
second Calvin wondered why they were eye level. And why his arm didn’t seem to
wrap as tightly around him. But he shook the feelings off. Him and his buddy
had been training together for years. He was probably just thinking about
something else.
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.
‘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.’
“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 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?”
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