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The gym was a second home to John, a place where he felt most alive. The smell of iron and sweat was a heady perfume that fueled his obsession. Each grunt and clank of the weights was a testament to his dominance, a symphony of power that echoed through the cavernous room.

As they took a breather, John's phone buzzed with a notification. He picked it up and grinned at the screen. "Looks like it's showtime."

"What are you talking about?" his friend asked, panting.

John winked. "I've got a little… demonstration planned for my followers." He swiped open the app to reveal his burgeoning Instagram profile, laden with videos of his workouts and selfies that showcased his sculpted abs and bulging biceps. The comments were a blur of adoration and envy.

With a dramatic flourish, John announced, "Time to show them what I'm really made of." His eyes glinted with an eerie excitement as he began to set up for a live stream. His friend's curiosity piqued, he approached the bench, eager to see what this demonstration was all about.

John's followers were always hungry for more—more workouts, more inspiration, more of him. Little did they know that his growth spurt wasn't just from protein shakes and heavy lifts. It was something much more… sinister.

The live stream began with John's infectious grin. "What's up, everyone? It's your boy, John Strong, coming at you from the House of Pain!" His followers' icons popped up on the screen, their usernames a blur of excitement. Likes and comments flooded in.

"Today, I'm going to show you the secret to my gains," John said, his voice deep and confident. "But remember, this isn't for the faint of heart."

The camera panned down to reveal the object of today's show: a young man, muscular but not quite as much as John, lying on the bench with a look of awe in his eyes. His name was Marcus, and he'd been following John for months, eagerly absorbing every tip, every piece of advice he could get.

"Marcus here is going to help me with a little experiment," John said, patting his shoulder. "We're going to show you what it truly means to be part of the Stronger Together family."

The gym grew quiet as the tension thickened. The only sounds were the distant clank of weights and the ragged breathing of the two men in the spotlight.

"Ready?" John asked, his eyes gleaming.

Marcus nodded, a hint of fear mixing with his admiration. "Ready."

John positioned himself over Marcus, his hands hovering just above the other man's body. "Now, remember, this is going to be intense, but it's all for the love of the grind."

His friend took a step back, his brow furrowed. "John, what are you doing?"

Ignoring him, John leaned in closer to the camera. "You see, guys, it's all about the energy. The life force. And I'm about to show you how to harness it."

With a sudden, inexplicable force, John's hands grabbed Marcus head and smothered him on his large pectoral. Marcus's eyes widened, his body spasming as John began to absorb him—his muscles bulging, his skin rippling as the other man's essence flowed into him. The room grew colder, the air charged with a palpable energy that made the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stand on end.

John's chest grew even larger, the fabric of his shirt stretching to the brink of tearing. Marcus's sinking into John, his muscles and strength seeping away like water through a sieve. The absorption was agonizingly slow, every second an eternity. Marcus contorted in a silent scream, his eyes pleading for mercy. John's grin never wavered, his eyes locked onto the camera as he basked in the power he was consuming.

Finally, it was over. Marcus' clothes lay empty on the floor, his body now a piece of something more.

John stood, another of his followers rushing to worship the ever evolving god while he flex his newly enhanced chest, his smile wider than ever. "Feels amazing, doesn't it?" he exclaimed to the camera. "This is what it means to be truly strong!"

“You remember when you said you were gonna make me cum a lot?” Uncle Nico asks. He lifts my head from his chest. He grins that devious smirk at me. His thumb dips into my mouth. He brings my own thumb to his lips. “Wanna try?” he asks before sucking my thumb in. It’s warm and moist.

All I can do is nod.

I scoot down his hairy body, placing kisses and licks everywhere I can think of. His taste explodes on my tongue. It’s thousands of times better than tonight’s celebratory meal. I would eat him for lunch and dinner everyday if I could.

I place tiny kisses in his bush. It’s so full that I can’t open my eyes until I’m completely pulled away from him. He’s still soft. I want to feel him grow hard in my mouth again. But if I want him to cum more, maybe I need to awaken his cum factories first.

Besides, there’s not a part of him better than his balls.

I set about licking them. The smell only grows better as he sweats. There’s a sweetness that comes out whenever he cums and lingers until he showers. I rarely get to go at them before he cleans off after one go around. It’s addictive. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull away on my own.

“Hey,” Nico says. I look up at him. Past his cock, he smiles. “You’re the best nephew a guy could ask for, Vince.”

A moment later, his cock head flares. With the flex, his piss slit opens like his cavernous mouth, strings of precum stretching and ripping like saliva. Would it hurt if I put the tip of my tongue in there? I open my mouth, and then his cock lunges. 

A warm slickness kisses my forehead. Uncle Nico runs his hands through my hair, and he grunts. I’m staring at his balls. There’s a squelch, and the slickness spreads, moving over my scalp. It’s almost like a massage, whatever he’s doing. His balls pulse. I cup them in my hands. They’re warm and soft. The hair is slick with sweat. When I pull them up to my face, I sniff. They’re as fragrant as ever. I’m hard again, pressing my nose against the wrinkly skin. They’re slowly becoming my most prized possession, Uncle Nico’s balls. I kiss and suck on the skin.

“You love my sack, don’t you, Vince?” he asks.

I pop them out of my mouth long enough to say, “Yeah. I’m thinking of proposing.” In my scent drunk state, I can almost feel them growing in my hands, almost hear them churning up cum. It’s all in my head, sure, but so is most of sex.

“That’s good,” Uncle Nico says. “That’s really good, buddy.”

The slickness on the top of my head pulls and rides down, like he’s pushing a human-sized condom over me, but one that’s a size or two too small. It creeps down my forehead.

“What’re you doing?” I ask, finally tearing my attention away from his balls. But I can’t see Nico’s beautiful face. When I look up, there’s only pink flesh. It almost looks like the head of his cock.

Nico gives one of his tiny grunts, those cute noises that don’t match his face. They drive me crazy. When he does, the pulling sensation is back. The flesh-like thing gets larger. Closer? It smells like him. Like his cum. It’s sweet and musky. I can’t help but whimper. “I’m making your dreams come true,” Uncle Nico says. “I’m marrying you to my balls.”

What?

With a sudden lurch, the flesh shoots down my face. My entire head is inside. It’s moist and warm. When I open my eyes, it’s dark. Still, there’s some streaks of light leaking through from around my neck, where the slickness has stopped for now.

“Uncle?” I say. My heartbeat quickens. My brain is screaming at me to start hyperventilating, but each breath is filled with his familiar musk. It’s stronger now. After a few deep breaths, my heart slows down a little. My brain fogs. I stick my tongue out as far as I can until it hits flesh. It tastes like Nico’s pre. It’s so warm. Another whimper comes out. My dick strains.

“You kept talking about my mouth, my eating. Kept teasing me about swallowing you down. My jaw doesn’t stretch like that. Hold on.” His large hands gripped my shoulders and pressed them as close together as they would go without making me cry out in pain. He strained and grunted. The flesh around me pulled at my skin. No, it was sucking me in. Swallowing me. The grunts went on for two minutes and then, with a pop, the moist warmth is kissing my chest. “But my dick does. So I’m eating you up, Vince. I can taste you in there, you know, and fuck, you’re tasty.”

He’s eating me? What does he mean he’s eating me? Dicks can’t eat. They don’t taste or swallow. Even if his does, where will I go?

I shoot forward a few inches. My nipples enter his cock head.

Nico grabs my sides and turns me around. He roars. It’s animalistic, but not from pain. His legs wrap around my own. His warm feet rub all over my calves. With a few more grunts, I'm down to my belly button. My arms are pinned to my sides. I try to shift them around, and his toes curl against my feet. “That’s it. Move around a little for me. Feels fucking awesome.”

“You’re eating me?” I ask.

“Sure am, Vince. Said you’re getting married to my balls ‘cause that’s where you’re going. Going to fill up my nuts.” Uncle Nico shifts around. He grabs my legs and holds them up with one arm. The fingers of his other hand rub around my hole. He slaps my ass twice. “Definitely should have fucked you one last time. God, I’m gonna miss this ass.”

Miss it?

Of course he’s going to miss it. He said I’m his food. Food gets digested.

He shoves one of his long fingers inside me. My balls pull up. I moan loud into his cock and get awarded with a mouthful of precum. The taste makes me moan more.

It’s scary.

It feels so good.

This is what I want.

“You’re eating me,” I say.

“You’re my food,” says Uncle Nico. He pulls on my legs until he’s licking at my feet. He growls. “Maybe I should slurp you down afterall. My belly’s empty, too. You’re making me so hungry, baby. God, you’re gonna make me so full. Gonna digest you down. Does that make you happy? Are you happy to know Uncle Nico’s gonna treat you like all that food you fed him? You’re my cute little meal. That’s what you were born to be, isn’t it? You love this. You want it.” 

While he talks, he keeps fingering me. His cock crawls its way down my stomach. Our heads press against each other, and I buck up. Nico grins around my feet in his mouth. He pulls his finger out of my ass. A moment later, two fingers plunge in. The force sends me forward with a yelp, and the tip of my dick is inside him. I moan. The feeling all over felt better than any massage, any blowjob. My hips rock as he finger fucks me, and my cock rubs against the slick flesh that’s consuming me.

My right foot is completely wet and warm. But my legs aren’t inside him yet. His tongue laps at my ankle. Oh. It’s his mouth. He has my whole foot in his mouth. That deep and dark cavern finally has more of me.

I wiggle the toes of my other foot. Maybe he’ll catch the hint. He can fit both of them in, surely. Then he can swallow. He can take my legs. It’ll be a tug of war between his stomach and his dick.

All I can do is whimper. It’s a good whimper. There are only two ways this can end: I’ll be in Uncle Nico’s stomach or his balls. And then he’ll digest me. Afterall, that’s what happens to food. And I’m my uncle’s food.

My tongue laps at the warm flesh around me. The taste fills me. The smell is everywhere. I want more. I want this. I want to be his completely. He owns me. I want this. This is what I was born for.

“Fuck!” I yell as cum explodes from my dick. The orgasm shivers all over my body, bursting in spasms. My feet tremble in Nico’s mouth. Feet. He has both of them.

He pulls them from his mouth.

“Good boy,” Uncle Nico says. He takes his fingers out my ass and lets go of my legs. With a single grunt, I rocket forward. Ten seconds later, his piss slit closes over my toes. “Caught you. Finally got you all in. Fuck. I’ve had a few prey boys like you before. After they cum, they start making a fuss, so I always go quickly. I don’t want to get kicked in the balls. Plus the squirming feels great. But I was serious, Vince. You might be coming down, but you’re also gonna be cuming down.” He laughs. I don’t get it. “You’re my food now. Second my balls got hungry for you, this was how it had to go. You’re going in.”

I nuzzle inside him. “You have to swallow your food,” I say. “You don’t want to choke.”

“You don’t hate me?” Nico asks.

“I’m your food,” I say, spreading my fingers around his flesh. The smell still swims in my head. It’s like I’m drunk. “I’m your food. I want to be yours. I’m yours, right? I belong in your balls.”

“That’s right,” Nico says. His cock flexes again, and the sucking sensation pulls. It drags me inside until my head hits something a little harder. Whatever it is, it growls. “In you go. Final stop.” The flesh shifts around and opens. With one last flex, I’m dumped inside.

I land inside a small puddle of white. It’s thick and creamy. The smell is strong. I dip my fingers inside and bring it to my mouth. Fuck. It’s his cum. It’s Uncle Nico’s cum. I’m inside his balls. He really did eat me with his dick.

Another gurgle sounds, and cum bubbles out of the flesh all around me. The walls push up and in, forcing me into a fetal position. The pressure is tight for a few seconds, like a bear hug, and then it relaxes. I can move a little more.

Uncle Nico’s hands and feet rub over me. I can feel them through the thin lays of nut flesh. “You’re in my balls, baby. You’re finally where I wanted you. I needed you in here the moment I tasted you. I couldn’t let such a tasty meal get away. God, you feel so good in there. Squirm for me.”

I do as he asks, and Uncle moans. No, he whimpers. I’m making him whimper.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” I ask.

More cum leaks in. The pressure returns and presses hard into me, soaking me in the musky juices.

“You remember what you said when we drank that one time? You talked about that game of yours. You would replace this cursed seed of mine if you could. Well, that’s what you’re gonna do.” The flesh flexes again. Uncle Nico sighs and groans. “I’m churning you into cum, baby boy. You’re my cum now. My little nut slut. You’re just my huge load. Gonna digest you into my seed. That’s what happens to cock food. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be my cum.”

He said it. He’s digesting me. He won’t let me out. I don’t know if he can even if he wanted to, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to turn me into nut sludge. And I… “I want to be your cum. Please. Please, Uncle Nico. Digest me like good cock food. That’s what I want.”

“Of course you fucking do,” Uncle Nico says. “All food wants to be eaten. And you’re such a good boy. Such a good slut. You’re my fucking cum, Vince. You want me to churn you up, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, slurping in another mouthful of cum.

“Thank me for putting you where you belong,” he says.

“Thank you for slurping me up with your dick, Uncle Nico,” I say.

“You’re mine.” His nuts flex again.

“I’m yours,” I say. “Thank you for eating me.”

“Beg me to digest you,” Uncle says. He rubs his limbs all over his balls. I can feel him. He’s all around me. My whole body vibrates each time he speaks.

I’m jerking off harder than I ever have before. I’ve come twice so quickly. I don’t know if I’ll get off a third time. I don’t care. My head is foggy. Ecstasy rocks through every centimeter of my skin. I’m covered in cum. In Nico. Soon, I’m going to be him. I’m going to be his cum.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I said. “Please churn me into your cum, Uncle Nico. I…”

He interrupts me. “Call me ‘Daddy’ now. Beg your daddy to make you his. ‘Cause you’re replacing my seed. So I’m gonna knock someone up, and you’re gonna be my kid. I’ll be a good dad and you’ll be a good kid and then when you’re an adult, you’re gonna beg me to eat you. And next time I’ll send you down to my belly and turn you into my shit. You want that, don’t you, baby? You want to come back and be born to be my shit. You’re Daddy’s food, and that’s what food becomes, isn’t it? I heard that eating family returns some life force, so I’ll get younger, and I’ll have you again and again and I’ll eat you until the end of time. Because you’re my food, boy. You’re always going to be my food, isn’t that right? Don’t you want to be my favorite meal?”

“I…” That can’t be real, can it? But… “Eat me, Daddy. Make me your favorite meal. I’m your food. I always want you to eat me. Churn me up, please. Please. It’s what I deserve. I want to be your food. Turn me into cum. Your shit. All of it. I’m your food. Please.” I moan. A dry orgasm hits me.

Daddy Nico’s nuts flex again. He growls. “That’s goddamn right. I’m gonna churn you up, Vince. I’m gonna digest you over and over. Never gonna escape me. You’re my food forever now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I yell.

“You’re my fucking food, boy!” he yells.

His nuts clench again, and everything bursts.

I’m swimming in an endless swimming pool of cum.

Story based on a fucking hot image by LoveHandles on Aryion (https://aryion.com/g4/view/697073) with permission.

A former CV vorno star is enticed to come back and film a special live-scene a decade later. What he doesn't know is that the obsessed producer will be feeding him his own son

CV, Unwilling, Father/Son, Cum Digestion, Fatal

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Return of the DILF

             On a gigantic projector screen, a decade-old porn was just getting to the action. Burt Big-Balls, already coming into his DILF-hood at 35, had just revealed his namesakes to his twinky co-star. The nameless 20-something gave an authentic gasp as the camera framed the other stars of the scene. Burt’s growing erection had just ripped through the intentionally flimsy briefs, and he used a hand to casually rip off what remained of the underwear. The massive cock was already 2 feet long and a foot around, and was still growing. And the ballsack…

             The ballsack was pure MAN. Two testosterone-filled testicles had flopped out inside a truly massive scrotum currently hanging down to Burt’s knees. They had quickly swelled from orange-sized to basketball-sized, and would keep growing until they reached medicine-ball size and rested on the floor. Smell-o-vision had yet to be created, but by looking at the twink’s nostrils flaring it was obvious that Burt’s package had to be giving off a powerful, manly musk.

             The porn scenario was that “Professor” Burt had invited the twink to his office hours for some private tutoring in College Biology and locked the door behind them. The khaki slacks had shown Burt’s big bulge running down the right leg perfectly. The tight blue button-down shirt and tweed blazer had made the young DILF look a bit stuffy, but once they’d come off it’d just made the hairy, muscular chest even more of a reveal. The well-groomed auburn-brown goatee and military-style flat-top hair added additional gravitas when the DILF used his rich, deep voice to command the twink to strip. Shocked out of his stupor, the young actor hurried to comply as Burt sat his naked bubble-butt on the edge of his desk.

             As soon as the twink was nude, he knelt and looked up at Professor Burt, silently begging permission to service the massive scrotum filling up the space between the pornstar’s legs. Looking down at the needy submissive and smirking, Burt nodded his approval while using both hands to stroke his massive cock. The twink immediately hugged his entire body against the loose skin of the ballsack while loudly snorting and rubbing his face and tongue all over it. Burt gave a sexy porn-groan at the ministrations and maneuvered his cock so that the stream of pre-cum leaking out was flowing right into the blond twink’s curly hair.

             After allowing appropriate time, the prey actor leaned back and looked up with a badly-acted expression of shock, reciting the last of his 2 lines for the entire film (the first had been “Professor Burt, I’m worried I will fail your Biology Class!”): “Professor Burt, what are you doing? Weren’t we going to fuck?” In that same bass voice that made viewers’ balls tingle, Burt Big-Ball’s replied: “Actually, I think I need to give you a more personal lesson in Biology… by eating you with my GIANT COCK, putting you in my BIG BALLS, and churning you up into HOT CUM!” The twink’s “Oh… fuck…” was improv and authentic as the helmet-shaped cockhead dropped onto his head, the slit spreading open as it swallowed up the cute face.

You'd think a twink like him would wanna be dragged by a twunk like me, I was just gonna make him better! Bigger! Stronger! And an added bonus of sensation! But he needed to be gagged, forever

I kept dragging that little twink all the way down to the elevator. It finally opened after a while. All that twink spit was all over my hand, now it was all warm and slabery. He tried to dash out of the elevator when we got to the parking garage but he wasn't fast enough.

I grabbed him, put him in a choke hold this time. Knocked him clean out. His little twink body sitting on the dirty floor taking up space. It was going to take up even more now.

I go to the storage closet and instantly see that little bickers helmet that was full of musk from all those fags that put there pits in it. I wanted to try it so bad, but there was a twink in that parking garage that definitely needed an upgrade more than me.

The helmet was heavy so the hardest part was getting it all the way over to the garage. The helmet was so musky I thought it might transform me before I got there. But I only showed stage 1 of that musk virus thing . . .

Finally I sat the heavy biker helmet next to the twink. He finally started opening his eyes, and right next to him was the object that would change his life forever. He jolted when he felt the smell. But don't worry, I was there to help him. I grabbed him by his hair and he started moaning and growling at the tug I gave his scalp, but it was for a good cause. I dropped that sweaty helmet right on the twinks head. He resisted so much I thought he might overpower me. His arms squirm around as you hear his suffocating moans coming from inside the helmet. The moaning got loader and loaded, then the resistance died down and the moaning got quiet. The moans became groans, the voice heard inside the helmet was deeper. All of a sudden a growth spurt starts to acquire INFRONT of my eyes. That twinks pecs were bigger than my bed pillows. His abs tower over my puny pecs. His biceps could choke anyone easily. He was a hulking himbo. He didn't even know how to talk that's how dumb he was. Just moaned and grounded as he walked carelessly around the parking garage. His footsteps were so heavy. Every step his pecs giggled. Up and down, you could see the sweat flying from them. He the. Found his bike, and all hey knew what to do was drive. Drive away my little masked mam

And even before leaving, he had to feel his new body, even with how dumb he was. He knew he was a god

Jeff pulled his car in the driveway. His 7′ frame was still pumped from the intense workout he just had. He entered the house to find a package on the kitchen counter. His housemaid must have accepted it. Though the packet had no return adress, it was clearly adressed at him. 

“What the fuck? I didn’t order anything!”, Jeff boomed, his powerful bass echoing through the house. Deciding to let his curiosity win, Jeff opened the package.

It turned out that it contained lots of styrofoam and interesstingly a pair of bright blue posers. “What is this?”, Jeff wondered, tousling his curly blond hair.

‘Maybe it is a fan present’, Jeff thought to himself. He made quite an impact at his last bodybuilding contest. ‘Hehe, no surprise I took the trophy home.’

“I should try them on, maybe I can wear them at my next show.”

Without hesitation he stripped in the middle of the kitchen and tried the posers on. ‘They emphasize my horsecock and bull nuts pretty well’, Jeff thought, checking himself out in the hallway mirror.

Then he realized, that the bulge seemed to shrink. “What the fuck is that.”, in horror he noticed that his voice wasn’t the usual rolling thunder, but rather the voice of a total pipsqueak.

Jeff tried to pull the posers off but he just couldn’t. As much as he tried, he just couldn’t move them. That’s when he saw his muscles shrinking and the hallway grow. He could not even scream, being far too shocked to do so. 

Just 30 seconds after horsehung, 7′, 300 pound, 35 year old pro bodybuilder Jeff had put on the blue posers in his kitchen the briefs disappeared from his body leaving 5′5″, 90lbs, 19 year old twink Jeff and his hamster dick behind in the hallway.

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Drew’s day had been horrible. The members of his college’s football team had picked on him again. Not that this was a new thing to mention. He had been their playball since he started his studies and now being an employee of the physics departement didn’t change a thing. After all he always was on the skinny side. And him standing at the size of 5′7″ wasn’t a help. 

Admittedly he did have sex. He was regularly clubbing and most of the time ended up bottoming for someone bigger, which was pretty much everybody.

Entering his apartement Drew found a package on ground. He unpacked it, wondering who had send it to him. He had neither parents nor friends and he didn’t remember ordering anything. Inside the box was a pair of blue posers.

“I bet the footballer players send me this”, Drew said to himself, “They want to mock me again.” Enraged Drew was about to throw the posers into the trash can. But then he felt the urge to put them on. He didn’t know why, but he just needed to wear them. 

Removing his clothes he went to the bedroom and watched himself in the mirror. In addition to his small stature and general skinniness., his dick was not more than a shrunken peanut. Pulling up the posers he felt just at ease, as if everything was were it was supposed to be. Watching himself in the mirrorr he just had to laugh. It was just to comical, watching his skeleton figure wear the oversized poseres with the far too big pouch. 

That’s when he noticed, that the pouch wasn’t big, It was tight, and getting tighter. Far too distracted by the sensation of his stuffed crotch, Drew didn’t notice even notice, that he was getting taller, growing froma mere 5′7″ to a towering 7′2″. 

“Fuck!”, the for now giant beanpole shouted. But his voice wasn’t squeaky anymore. It was more like a foghorn. “What the hell!” Drew gripped his throat, surprised by his now deeper voice. That’s when Drew noticed, that the hands gripping his throat were getting bigger. “What’s happening?” As he held his plate sized hands in front of him, he looked down and saw his feet were growing too. His former size 7 shoes wouldn’t fit him anymore, size 21 would be more adequate now. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and witnessed his whole body expanding and getting heavy with muscle. It looked like he was getting pumped full of air. But the flesh wasn’t soft, it was hard as steel. He flexed them, perplexed by the feeling of his big muuscles. “Fuck yeah!”, he bellowed. The only thing that didn’t fit his new image now was his face. It was like a child’s compared to his new masculine body.

But that was about to change too. Drew suddenly felt his face twitch and convulse, watching it change in the mirror. The result was an uber-masculine face, that still had the charm of a pretty boy’s. The last thing to change was his hair. His unruly brown hair grew into a sexy undercut with  some streaks falling in his face. Then his jaw began to itch and a manly brown beard began to grow. That’s when his mind began to change too. His knowledge of major physics changing into knowledge of nutrition, dieting and workout routines.

I have to admit that I hated my roommate Greg. He was your typical cocky jerk of a footballer and always bragged about how much pussy he scored. Not that I wouldn’t notice, after all I got thrown out of my room at least 3 times a day so that Grag could pound his newest girlfriend. My only peaceful hours were when he hit the gym with his football buddies or when he went to a party.

And damn did the many hours of work show. His body would have made most amateur bodybuilders blush with envy. So it was no surprise that the women in town practically begged him to fuck them and all men wanted him to do the same thing to them.

But of course he wouldn’t. The mountain of a man with a permanently stubbled jaw was the biggest homophobe I had ever seen. He constantly yelled at me, when I looked at him with only a hint of lust in my eyes and frequently beat me up when I looked at his naked body and massive cock when he left the bathroom after showering. 

But being a gay twinky nerd I just couldn’t help. I was the complete opposite of Greg. While he was a 270lbs 6′8″ prime example of a man, I was 5′7″ and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. Though I was like an expert when it came to myths and magic. 

And that’s how I discovered the briefs. After weeks of thorough research I discovered a pair of items that would help me with my problem. It cost me over a thousand bucks and a lot of nerves, but I could finally persuade a guy on the web to send me pair of the underwear. 

After Greg had gone to the gym I placed the purple boxer briefs on top of his other underwear, knowing that he always grabbed the uppermost boxers without looking. After that I put the boxers I had ordered for myself on and waited. Greg wouldn’t even have to wear the far too small briefs, one touch would be enough to set my plan into motion.

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Two hours later my roommate came back from his training. I couldn’t help but stare at his shining sweaty muscles playing under his skin, when he began to undress.

“You like that, faggot?”,  Greg asked, noticing my lustful stares, “I’ll go showering and then I’ll beat you to a pulp.” And with these words he went to the bathroom. Coming back he reached into his drawer and then he touched the briefs and I could clearly see a shock going through his body and hear a deep whisper: “What the fuck was that?” Good thing he didn’t notice the shimmer of his briefs or my boxers. The magic had begun it’s work.

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Over the course of the next weeks everyone could witness to transformations. Greg got smaller and somewhat gayer every day and lost his place in the football team. On the other hand, I was taller, beefier and more confident every time I looked in the mirror. I banged a new twink every night and even slept with a few girls.

A few weeks later I had become the big man on campus with a height of 6′9″ at a weight of 300 pounds of solid muscle and had banged almost every person around (even a few of the footballers, though they would never admit it). On the other hand, Greg now practically was the football team’s cumdump and practically a breathing fleshjack for myself and my hungry footlong monster. 

Greg now even wore the purple briefs, that had set the whole transformation in motion and I have to saythey accentuate his bubble butt just fine.

Pokemon Grow

Jason was an avid gamer, and since he was little he’d played the Pokemon games. When Pokemon Go came out he instantly downloaded it and was nearly always out walking trying to find a rare catch or just get enough candy together to evolve his pokemon.

His roommates thought it was odd, but then again they sat inside and played FIFA instead of going outside and actually kicking a ball around. The two of them joked around with him about it even now over a year since the app came out as Jason headed out of the house to try to catch a rare pokemon that had just appeared on the map.

With his headphones on, music blaring and his phone clutched in his meager hands, the nerdy Jason left his friends to their game of FIFA and set out on his pokemon hunt.

He was out walking for around 10 minutes, having reached the large park down the road from his house. The indicator on the app showed the blacked out but familiar shape of the pokemon he was after, and then it appeared on the main app, but it wasn’t what he was expecting.

It was a glitch, just a swirl of pixels with a big question mark over it. Jason smiled slightly, it looked a lot like the old glitches that would appear on the now ancient handheld games consoles from when he was a child. He was unsure on whether he should catch it, but then wondered whether it was just an unimplemented pokemon that would reveal itself in a few weeks.

So with a flick of his slender finger a pokeball went flying across the screen and caught the glitch, but it didn’t show up with his other pokemon.

“Fuck” Jason muttered in his squeaky voice

He then sighed and went back to catching pokemon, starting on a route around the park which he regularly took. Jason hadn’t noticed that the colours of his Pokemon Go app had changed and were still fluttering between the original colors and odder colors.

As he walked he’d catch a few common pokemon just to increase his stardust, a mechanism in the app which you’d spend to power up your pokemon. With each pokemon caught, his stardust would rise and so would his height. Inch by inch Jason was getting taller, now of average height, instead of the runty 5’5 he was only 10 minutes ago.

Jason didn’t notice this, still engrossed in catching pokemon. His strides were longer and he was making good time, reaching the next Pokestop must faster than he expected, it was checkpoint which gifted players with prizes.

As soon as he got near enough on the map he spun the Pokestop and a few pokeballs and potions arrived in his inventory, and his hands suddenly doubled in size.

Jason reacted by switching from holding his phone with both hands to just one, his now thick fingers swallowing the phone in their grasp.

Jason returned to walking, his music still blaring in his ears, his meaty digits occasionally flicking across the screen of his phone to catch a Pokemon. Each time they did, he got a little taller, his cargo shorts and buttoned up shirt riding up his lengthening body. They would shake on occasion and suddenly unfold into slightly longer clothes, covering his body like he’d always been that height only for them to be undersized a few pokemon later.

A Geodude appeared on his screen, it was a rock pokemon made up of a face on a large stone with two muscled rock arms erupting from either side. Jason absentmindedly tossed a ball at it, and a few shakes later the pokemon was caught.

The sleeves of Jason’s shirt burst as his biceps went from 12 inch flabby stick into 20 inch bowling balls with log like forearms that now matched his massively sized hands. The tattered remains of his sleeves would reform over his rounded biceps only to burst again when the biceps flexed with every movement of his arms, it took his sleeves several turns to reform correctly over his swollen guns.

Jason continued following the path around the park, his phone up to his face, his bicep straining against his shirt sleeve which was still struggling to contain the hard muscle.A Jigglypuff appeared in his path, he’d only seen three before and was trying to evolve it. His finger flicked around the screen and it was caught. The cute pink ball with a smily face and a reputation for having a great voice appeared with his other pokemon.

Jason coughed, a big hand rubbing his lean throat. He then checked the Jigglypuff’s stats and it was pretty good.

“Nice” he muttered, his voice booming, several birds fled into the air from a nearby tree as it echoed around the park

He looked up to the birds, and then back to his phone. A few more pokemon had appeared, a Jinx, a humanoid with long glossy hair and a Hoothoot an owl with big eyes. Jason just kept walking, quickly catching the Jinx and the owl. His head suddenly itchy and his eyes watering. Jason rubbed his eyes dry with his free hand, before scratching at his head. His murky brown eyes were now a deep emerald green and his greasy short hair was now glossy with a rich dark colour and styled cut. Jason was already catching more pokemon, which only pushed his now slightly above average height even further up.

He was just passing the halfway mark of his walk in the park when his phone buzzed. The symbol of an animated orange egg appeared on the screen, one of the eggs that Jason had was about to hatch. He tapped the egg and it started to shake and crack, with a flash it hatched. Revealing a new pokemon, Jason smiled with excitement and started to check out its stats. His ass though ballooned with muscle, nearly popping the pockets off the back of his cargo shorts.

Two big rounded slabs of muscle, peachy yet solid. Small tears appeared in his shorts, they’d given up the struggle at holding back the boulder like glutes. Then the cargo shorts seemed to unfold fresh new fabric out of thin air, the shorts quickly going from bursting to only skin tight. Jason reached behind him and pulled at the fabric getting trapped between his immense muscle butt.

As Jason walked his rounded ass shifted in his shorts, from behind the very tall boy with piercing eyes looked comical. Thin bony legs, massive meaty buns, slender back with immensely muscled arms swinging.

He came the main reason he took this route, a gym, a place where one of the three teams that made up the users of Pokemon Go would battle it out for control. This gym was bright yellow and not the red of Jason’s team.

He sat his meaty ass down on a bench, which groaned under the weight of the solid butt. He was about to battle the gym when a big fat blue pokemon appeared on his screen.

A Snorlax, Jason had never seen one in the wild, he thought you could only get them from eggs. He instantly tried to act it, throwing berries which would raise the chances of catching it and then tossing the best pokeball he had at it.

The burst out of the first ball, Jason cursed in his deep voice which nearly scared the shit out of a nearby jogger, then he tossed a second ball.

The ball shook once, then twice, then a third time. He’d caught it.

Jason’s size 8 feet burst out of his sneakers, sending pieces of fabric and rubber flying. They stretched out over the ground, dirt and grass rubbing against his toes as his socks tore apart. Jason’s attention turned from his new Snorlax and with a confused look he stared down to his feet, but he saw nothing wrong. His tattered shoes quickly reformed into two giant size 19 sneakers.

“Must of got something in my shoe” Jason mused as he set himself up to battle the gym

Another flock of birds fled from his booming voice as his app exploded with colour. His new Snorlax was already half way through the health of the gym’s first pokemon.

His Snorlax fainted and was replaced with another of Jason’s pokemon, but he soon defeated the gym and took it over.

“Fuck yea” he boomed, spinning the gym’s counter to get some rewards

Like the Pokestop he gained a few pokeballs, potions and this time an egg. The buttons of his shirt shot outwards and across the path into the bushes. His flat chest was now two having pecs, rounded and slowly flexing with each breath. They hung above his flabby stomach, but now matched up with his thick powerful arms.

He rose to his feet, now just around the well above height of 6’5. His massive feet steadied himself, Jason’s body now very uncoordinated with the uneven distribution of his mass. He found himself shaking a little, before he returned to stomping down the path.

Jason’s shirt was pulling itself across his pecs, fresh buttons rubbed over the dollar sized nipples and soon buttoned themselves up when they met over the deep cleavage of his slab like pecs. The top two buttons remained undone, relieving some of the strain on the shirt.

Jason kept catching pokemon as he walked, his height still increasing, a Pinsir appeared in screen. A bug pokemon with two big pincers standing upright on two stout legs. Jason’s thick fingers flicked across the screen and he caught the bug.

He wasn’t struggling to walk anymore, his legs now catching up with his body. Two long tree trunks rose up from his clown feet. Solid calf muscles led to two thighs that looked larger than Jason’s chest had been when he first left for the pokemon hunt. The legs of his shorts were struggling like his sleeves had earlier, but they took loosened as more fabric appeared from nowhere.With each step his thighs flexed, deep ridges in the muscled showed and his calves tightened. Now that his legs were as powerful as nearly the rest of Jason’s chaining body his walking speed was quickening.

A small cat pokemon with tanned furred appeared and Jason caught it without a second thought, he was already nearly three quarters along his route and was beginning to want to get home. Jason’s pale and spotty skin was clearing, spot vanishing into nothing but richly tanned skin that matched the cat’s fur.

He spun another Pokestop, his face cracked into a new more attractive shape as a bunch of pokeballs flooded into his bag. Jason then turned his attention to a Teddiursa, a small light brown bear, it was one of his favourite pokemon, he tossed a ball and caught it. Hair erupted over his pecs, arms, legs and flabby stomach. It was thick and furry, a pelt of manly hair. It was joined by a styled beard appearing over his reshaped jaw.

He scratched with his free hand at his beard, his big feet stomping as he neared the end of the park. He’d walked around the entire perimeter, as he approached the gate two more pokemon appeared, stopping him in his tracks.One was humanoid with grey skin and a muscled build, the other was a number of what looked like pink eggs with eyes. Machop and Exeggcute, he needed both, so he caught both.

As he caught the Machop his gut sucked in, his shirt which had been holding back both his pecs and stomach was now billowing around his shrunken gut. Within a second the shirt tightened around his waist, the outline of six brick sized blocks showed through the shirt. Beneath the fabric Jason’s ripped abs were covered in thick hair thanks to Teddiursa.The Exeggcute caused a different change, one which actually got Jason’s attention. His balls bloated with cum, swelling well enjoy the small peanuts Jason was used to carrying between his legs. He actually had to widen his stance to make room for the egg sized nuts which were still swelling larger.

Every couple steps Jason took towards the gate ended with him stopping to pull at his crotch, in a futile effort to give his big bull nuts more room. He gave up as he passed through the gate, eager to get home and take off these tight undies.His clothes changed as the app reloaded his GPS position, his shorts lengthening into torn jeans and his shirt shifting into a grey t-shirt that highlighted the ridges of his thick torso.

This feet thudded against the concrete paving as he walked home, his footfalls much louder than they were when he was in the park. As he turned the onto his street a purple snake appeared on his phone. Enaks, he needed to catch one more and then he could evolve it into Arbok.

Standing outside the door to his house, he tossed a ball, while his freehand fiddled with his house keys. The ball shook a couple times and then Enaks was caught. He turned his key in the lock and his cock was slowly snaking down the left leg of his jeans. It throbbed slightly as it fattened, the small baby sized 2 inch softie that Jason owned was soon a hefty 6 inch beercan of a soft cock. He stepped into the living room, where his two roommates were still playing FIFA, his cock was pulled up the leg of his jeans and stuffed into the expanded pouch of his undies.

“Hey guys” he boomed at them, scratching at the hearty bulge between his legs

They both just grunted, trying to look past the beastly man standing between them and the tv. None of them noticing the window panes shaking as Jason spoke. On his app the purple snake was being overtaken by light as it evolved, a large deep purple cobra replaced it. The button of Jason’s jeans burst and the zippler gave way. An immense wrist thick cock swung out, strings of precum hitting his two roommates in the face.

They both just gulped, and Jason smirked down at the swinging cock, completely aware of this change.

“Whoops” he chuckled

Ethan Asked:

Could you help me? I’ve recently received lots of hand me downs from my older bro but I’m starting to get too large to wear them. I’ve always been receiving and wearing the hand me downs since i was a kid but recently he keeps giving me more clothes and forcing me to wear them. But he’s really skinny and im starting to outgrow him in height as well.

I have just reached puberty but i have never been to the gym or done much working out but my body is expanding so much as you can see. Its like these muscles were in my DNA and they just keep getting bigger without me doing anything. To wear my brothers hand me downs I’ll need to be shorter so my jeans fit, i need smaller arms so my t-shirts will fit on me and a smaller package to fill his small underwear.

We’re not poor so i don’t understand why he keeps forcing me to wear his old clothes. He has always been dominating towards me although i feel he has been hiding something from me. I know that behind all that dominating facade he is quite a soft mouse. 

I have an interest to start bodybuilding and play some sports competitively, however he keeps stopping me from doing so. He does’nt even let me enter the local gym saying “its to dangerous for me”

I tried talking to my dad as well but he supports my older brother. And i’m starting to get really frustrated. 

Any idea whats going on and if possible can you suggest a solution?

Goggletann Reply:

Well hello there Ethan. 

It is always a bit of a dick move for parents to pass hand me downs from older bros to younger bros, but it is an understandable money saver. But in your case i can obviously tell that your brother is trying to suppress your growth. 

He knows that you’ll soon outgrow him in terms of everything. From height, to muscles and even your cock size. He is threatened by the fact that soon you will be the dominant brother in the relationship. He is jealous of your birthright to be an ALPHA male whereas he will be relegated to being a beta submissive fag. That is why he forces you to wear his clothes. His beta scent will rub of you causing your height to be stunted and your muscle growth to be under developed. 

But don’t worry. I happen to know that your father’s younger brother, your Uncle Eric is coming to town this weekend. He will be bringing a whole load of old clothes with him and he will be passing them to you.

You remember Uncle Eric doncha?

He’s the man that you thought was your dad’s older brother until you found out he was actually 5 years younger than your dad but towers over him in terms of height and muscle size. Come to think of it you’re also younger than your older brother by 5 years too. What a coincidence!.

He was the man your mum constantly told your dad not to worry about but you would often catch her secretly eyeing his large chest and broad shoulders. She would occasionally even invite him to your house when your father wasn’t around and you would hear lots of loud moaning from her room. It usually is about how much pleasure he is giving her and how big of a cock he has. 

He was the man your dad constantly tried to be but never could. Not only was he physically large. His confidence, strong sense of ALPHA behavior and cocky rude way of dealing with other men made your own father look like a little girl in a dress every time he came to visit. It was almost embarrassing knowing that your father was supposed to be the “BIG” brother who might or might not have known he was being a cuckold bitch of a man to his “little” brother.

Strangely you never sympathized with your dad. In fact you have always respected how much of a man he was to your loser dad. You could see how cocky Uncle Eric was and you looked up to him.

In fact now that im mentioning him, i realized he does have many interest that are similar to yours such as sports and an interest in bodybuilding. And thats something your father and your brother never had. 

He has always been the Fuckboy of the family. Good looking, tall, muscular, charismatic and not to mention incredibly rich from winning so many bodybuilding competitions and starring in sport advertisements and fitness modeling. Its no wonder he has sex so much and seems to always have a new hot model as his girlfriend every few weeks. 

But what really bothers you is that even tho he has so much sex he hasn’t had a kid yet. 

I’m sure sometimes you do wonder, if he had a son. How would he turn out to be? I assume you would imagine him to as attractive, godly and incredibly sexually hot as he is. 

Actually you might be surprised to find out that he does have a son out there and that lucky kid has every chance in his muscle bound DNA to be like his daddy. 

Anyways don’t forget to wear your Uncle Eric’s old clothes when he passes you his whole load of em.

Among the many things, I’m sure he’ll pass you his signature cocky sunglasses and flashy gym stringers which will come in handy when you hit the gym more often in the future. Don’t worry, they’ll fit perfectly……

Like a chip of the old block

Just a thought. I wonder what would happen if the main character’s older brother “swapped” his new clothes……. 

If you enjoyed this story please visit  Ab’s Male Muscle Transformation. As the story is a direct inspiration of his “Asks” stories! Do thank him for this amazing story from which i drew inspiration too! Link below:

I've gone my whole life knowing I'll never be able to live up to him. We both know it. And after I started college, he said he wanted to help me out. See, it turns out, he's been really stressed ever since he left home, so I'd be doing him a favor if I moved in with him. And since I know I'm the lesser brother, I should stay in my place. When he wants his feet worshiped, he doesn't get on Grindr. He texts me. Inevitably, I'll wind up choking on my brother's dick. He'll be studying while grinding his ass on my face. He'll do Zoom meetings with his feet on my back and a gag in my mouth.