Muscle_belly_lover

The package had been sitting on the kitchen table for two days.

He, 49 years old, one meter and eighty centimeters tall, weighing 138 kilos, with a huge belly and the gynecomastia he hated, a silver beard and gray hair, looked at it with curiosity. No sender. Only his name written in pen.

He opened it. Inside, a pair of Scottish plaid boxers. Red and black. His favorite pattern.

He picked them up. The fabric was soft, warm. Too warm. As if someone had just taken them off.

A tingling ran through his fingers.

Let's try them on.

He took off his pants. He put on the plaid boxers.

The fabric clung to his wide hips, to his large belly. Warm. Tight.

Then it began.

A dense, powerful heat exploded from his lower abdomen. Sweat began to run down his forehead, his chest, his back.

"Ah..."

A moan. His voice deepened, becoming lower.

His belly. His huge belly began to tremble. The fat melted away, thinning out. Beneath it, his abs emerged. One, two, three, four, eight. Carved, perfect.

His gynecomastia. His fatty chest transformed. His pectorals lifted, swelled, becoming two hard, muscular plates.

"AH! WHAT..."

His shoulders snapped. They widened. His back straightened, his lats swelled.

Muscles exploded everywhere. His biceps swelled, his triceps became defined. Thick, bluish veins surfaced.

His waist narrowed. His hips became slimmer. His thighs exploded, his quadriceps became columns, his calves enormous. His buttocks lifted, becoming two firm, hard spheres.

His legs became covered in hair. Thick, dark. His chest, already hairy, filled with new body hair. His arms became hairier.

His beard. His silver beard began to change. The hairs became darker, wilder, but shorter. A short beard, like a young man. Like a twenty-four-year-old.

His hair. His silver hair darkened. Brown, then dark brown. Wilder. The baldness that had begun to appear disappeared. His hair became full, thick, youthful again.

"AH! AH! FUCK!"

His jaw snapped. It widened. His chin became massive. His face grew younger. The wrinkles disappeared. His skin tightened.

His penis. He felt his penis growing. Swelling. It was hard. Aroused. It pulsed against the plaid fabric, forming an enormous bulge.

"Yes... FUCK... IT WORKS!"

For years he had had problems. Now he was hard, big, ready.

One final jolt. His whole body contracted.

Then silence.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

He was no longer himself.

He was a twenty-four-year-old man. Still one meter and eighty centimeters tall, but now he weighed 90 kilos of muscle and was tattooed. Huge pectorals, sculpted abs, veiny arms. Thick, hairy legs covered with dense dark hair.

The plaid boxers were stretched to their limit. The bulge was enormous.

The short beard framed his youthful face. Dark, wild hair.

He picked up his phone. A selfie. He smiled. The mirror's light highlighted his muscles. His pectorals, his abs, his arms.

"So damn cool..."

He turned around. He showed his ass. Firm, round. Another picture.

"Holy shit, I'd fuck myself."

His penis pulsed. He was aroused. He couldn't wait to use his new body. His new cock.

"Muscles. Gym. Fucking." He murmured.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, flexing his biceps. The muscles swelled, monstrous.

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So, while dead bored over the Christmas and New Year break, I decided to challenge myself to turn around a story as quickly as I could. Suffice to say, I'm pretty pleased with how it's turned out. I also created pictures and a mini-movie that (roughly) correlates to the story.

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Summary: Shaun has everything going for him: good job in finance, a hot body, chicks swarming him all the time at clubs. He sees one beautiful woman at the club, but doesn't realise just how much of a transformation she'll give him...

Click on to read the prologue of "Carrying On".

Ruan didn't mind tagging along with Matt to his gym workout sessions, but he grew tired and hungry over the hour. He could tell he was hungry because their triplets were kicking up a fuss in his belly, which would only stop once he gave them something to eat.

"Right, babe, I know you've still got a couple of reps to go, but these kids are desperate for some chocolate sundaes and fries." Ruan said as he put his phone in his pocket and rubbed the side of his belly where two babies were kicking each others' legs, grunting.

"Is that so?" Matt said, one eyebrow raised.

Kon didn't realise how much his life would change after hooking up with you that fateful night months ago...

Keith enjoyed his pregnancy the first time around. It was 1996, he had just turned 20 and in his final year of university. Although the pregnancy was a surprise following a one night stand, he eventually came to appreciate how his body transformed to bring his twin sons into the world. Yes, it was also a surprise that he was having twins - that was an awkward conversation with his parents to see if they could help him out while he balanced his studies with being a new single dad.

His sons, Ben and Brad, were a joy to raise, seeing them grow up to become strong, capable and level-headed men. Brad, his youngest son - "only younger by two minutes!" - moved out of the family home after finishing his Masters, so now, at the age of 50, Keith has an empty home.

He appreciated the free and quiet space at home without the sons for the first couple of weeks. However, it got boring after a while, so he downloaded Tinder, as recommended by his older son, and started seeing what his options were. He managed to have some cute little dates, both with guys around his age, and some younger guys, but they all fizzled out after the first date.

So, he decided to just go out one night and see what happens. He was eyeing this beautiful, muscular Latino man in the corner of the bar. "He's great", Keith thought to himself. After a little bit of Dutch courage, he went up to the guy, offered to buy him a drink, and started chatting. The guy, Leon, was a charmer, and they hit it off quite well. After a while, Leon offered Keith to go back to his apartment nearby.

***

He was finally going to tell his sons over lunch today the big news. He was hoping to just get through this pregnancy without telling them, but the sons were adamant on coming over because they were sure he wasn't looking after himself properly.

He didn't even need to say anything. By opening the door to welcome his sons in, their eyes immediately fell on Keith's humongous belly.

"Holy shit, Dad!" Ben said after a period of stunned silence.

"You said you wanted an empty nest?" Brad said, confused.

"Well, I did, but.. things changed." Keith replied.

As they sat down at the dining table, Ben immediately dove into questions. "So how far along are you?"

"22 weeks."

"22 weeks?! You look like you could drop at any moment!"

"Who said I was having one?" Brad and Ben both looked at each other, shocked. "I should've known multiples ran in my family. I mean, I had you two, right? So, yeah..."

"Ok... so are you having twins again?"

"I wish... I'm having..." he struggled to say the number out loud, so he raised his fingers.

"FOUR?!" Brad and Ben screamed together.

Ben said, "What the hell? And at your age too? That's insane, Dad! Have you gone to a doctor?"

"Yes, I've gone to an obstetrician twice a week because this is such a high risk and rare pregnancy. Not many guys get pregnant, let alone have multiples..."

"Yeah, and be 50 years old while doing that!" Brad interjected.

"Exactly.. and everything is going well so far. The four are happy, healthy and growing normally."

"Yeah, but how are you going? This is crazy to go through this by yourself." Ben worried.

"I'll be fine, Benny. I got through my first pregnancy with you two just fine. It'll be fine this time around - just double the love." Keith chuckled.

"You're insane, Dad... Right, I'm moving back in." Ben said.

"No, you're not. Your room is now the nursery for the quads."

"That's fine. Brad's room is still there, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

At that moment, Leon meandered his way towards the dining room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his tight abs, Adonis belt and bulging pecs and arms prominently showing. "Hey babe, I can't seem to find the... Oh, mierda, forgot your sons were coming today!"

Brad and Ben's jaws dropped when they saw Leon. Keith awkwardly glanced towards them, then looked back at Leon. He sighed at the whole situation, then groaned as he got up and hugged Leon at the waist. "Boys, this is Leon. Leon, this is Brad and Ben, my sons."

Dion loved going to the monthly leather meet-ups at the local gay bar. It was the only time of the month where he could be himself. Otherwise, he was just the beefy knucklehead who worked in finance. No one suspected that he was ever into that kind of stuff... or guys to begin with.

He enjoyed getting to know all the different guys who came along to the meet-ups, and getting tips on where to buy different kinds of leather gear. However, one night, after a really stressful month, he managed to get drunk enough to flirt and eventually make his way to the bathroom with a first-time attendee. As soon as Dion saw the guy's larger than average dick, he knew he had to have it in him. I think he's got protection on, right? Dion thought.

***

People were wondering where Dion went over the past number of meet-ups. They were worried something went wrong after his hookup with the random guy who came along to the March meet-up.

However, as they came in for the next meeting, they saw Dion, sitting at one of the bar tables. He seemed relatively normal. He still had his beefy, muscular arms and shoulders, and still fit his harness and pants. However, their eyes pointed down towards his belly.

"Hey guys! Yeah, so... turns out that guy really did a number on me?" Dion chuckled as he looked down and felt his belly. "I'm pregnant. Around 27 weeks along. Even the doctors aren't completely sure how this was possible, but here we are."

The guys' jaws dropped.

***

"So, Dion, ready to pop this kid out of you?"

"Ahh, yeah, sure!" Dion sheepishly responded as he felt a strong kick from his baby. At 35 weeks, he felt this would be the last meet-up he'd be able to go to for a while... at least until he can arrange a babysitter to come and look after his son.

"I'm sure you'll be back with your tight abs and your bulging pecs in no time at all! You're already roided to the gills anyway, so shouldn't be too hard to bounce back."

"I'm natural, guys!"

"Yeah, that's what they all say... girl, you've got 21 inch arms, don't lie to us!"

"You know what I've also got? A 75 inch belly!"