Bigger, Stronger, Better

No, if anything there had to be some sort of secret Dave didn't know about, something that other joggers bought to put them above the rest. A supplement that gave them more energy and allowed them to run quicker, something with calories. That had to be it. All Dave needed to do was find out what it was, buy as much as he could and then he'd be unstoppable.

Boost is what Dave found, a calorie supplement that fit his description exactly. He bought in bulk, the drink replacing the water bottles he carried on his runs. Dave couldn't have felt better about his choice. The drink tasted amazing when he had it in the middle of his runs, his body craving the exact nutrients it had- the calories, sugar, and protein going directly into his tired muscles. Soon it became the only beverage he would drink, Dave carrying a case with him for whenever he was thirsty.

The changes started happening in less than two weeks. Dave's compression shirts fit his stomach tighter, and his running shorts had trouble staying all the way up. A sliver of skin began exposing itself at his midriff, appearing like a crescent moon. Dave could see the changes in the mirror every morning. He also saw how the new diet only appeared to change his lower half. Despite his wider waist and thickening thighs, his upper half remained lean, toned, svelte. To him, it was evidence his bottom was simply growing stronger. That must have been it.

I am so bored and tired of these “heroes”. Let me reiterated something- I love comic books, I love them so much and I really enjoy some movies based on or inspired by them! BUT I REALLY REALLY hate this cookie cutter, straight edge paragon or the dark moody toxic masculinity brooding did i say brooding that is marketed to us. It’s slop, it's boring, it has none of the raw sexual tension these kinky motherfuckers who write comics. I don’t want to barely see the movie and have drab colors, or everything be waved off as science or tech, or the lack luster romances when we know COMICS ARE MESSY. I’ll make it just as messy as claremont’s x men soap opera ass comic run. So I, Everett got myself a red pen and decided I was going to edit the movies and these “characters” to my own amusement. Some will say I’m ruining their favorite piece of media, I say actually read the source material, I was going to have fun no matter what. My victim, my thrall of fun would be Thor Odinson Thor isn’t banished or sent to midgard to gain some sort of responsibility. No, Thor Goes to Midgard because his daddy needs him to loosen up, have some fun before he takes the throne. Yeah throw the plot out the window, ooo here is my favorite part, the confusion in the characters brain, somethings not rig- PULSE Thor is stripped of his god hood PULSE His arrogance now unfounded, his muscles, his skin loose that godly glow. PULSE He can’t stop me, no one can. His clothes disappear, the armor fading away, his body exposed, oh its such a shame to remove some of his muscle….. Lets just put him on a cut. His waist was trimmed down. His arms lose some mass, oh but that chest, lets keep it nice and meaty!! His ass should still be bubbly too, nice round and great for thrusting into some dumb hungry bottoms, or for grabbing onto as you service him PULSE

His memories, centuries of battles, turn to years of uni PULSE he’s grabbing his head now, his hair cutting itself now, light curls framing his face as his sides shave slightly, a frat boy mop always disheveled from some debauchery PULSE Unfounded arrogance scorching through his mind now. Gaining a god complex (hah) i can hear him beg now, the last vestiges of his mind PULSE Thor Odinson is gone, Chad ThunderCock taking his place a heavy, hard 12 inch cock begging for release PULSE His hand is grabbing the shaft PULSE his eyes rolling back PULSe he’s thrusting into his hands, hammering away, precum slicking his cock and hands PULSE head thrown back back as he rapidly approaches the point of no return PULSE

Chad finally gets rid of the blue balls those twinks left him with last night at the frat house. His cock shooting load after load of cum, all past, all future potentials erased as he becomes the frat god he was always meant to be

Now he looks like this.

Suggested by: @reddarkfox222

It was late at night, you were studying for a math test in your dorm room. College wasn't what you expected. It felt much more draining and life sapping than what television made it seem like. The major you picked was feeling more and more like a mistake with each essay or test you had to complete.

"I wish I was doing something more fufilling than this..." you mutter under your breath.

Right after you say that you get a sudden headache and get out of your chair. Once it subsided you realized...

"Where the fuck am I?"

You were in some kind of void. The only thing there was the chair you got up from. You almost assumed you were on some kind of drugs, but your attention was brought to something else.

Hair on your forearms. You were a hairless man so this didn't make any sense, but the hair was everywhere and you could feel it touch your fingers. You could also feel a huge amount of hair blooming on your torso. That wasn't the only thing happening though as your body began to grow at a fast and inhuman rate. It started with bulging bulky biceps and big hands to a big back. Then big bouncy pecs and a shredded six pack. After that, a bigger ass and dick, thicker legs and feet, and a fully grown thick beard. Finally, your body physically aged, wrinkles and greys here and there as well as making your body more masculine looking than it already was. The transformation was capped off with your haircut being cut to a buzzcut.

A mirror appeared in front of you letting you gasp in disbelief at your new body. You did some flexes here and there, a tent forming in your now tight pants. As you flexed, your shirt completely ripped allowing your bare hairy torso to be exposed to the mirror. It turned you on even more, letting a few more clothing changes slip in. A hat plopped on your head as tattoo ink etched onto your left forearm. Meanwhile your pants turned into workout sweatpants.

With that, a flash of light blinded you. Once it dissipated you found yourself sitting on a workout machine at gym.

You got up, looking around you as you saw various gym goers go through their routine. Looking at them made you smile. Soon enough memories of a completely different life coursed through you. Much older, much bigger, and way more hunkier. Once your memories settled, the old you was completely erased from your mind and your new bodybuilding life had begun.

The last thing you remembered now was that it was time to get back to your routine. You took off your hat and stretched. heading to the next machine.

This new life was much more exciting than your university life. Lifting day after day just had that spice to it that good grades just couldn't compete with. Not that you could even understand wanting to go to college. You dropped out to pursue working out and bodybuilding to much success with a thriving career. Life can't get better than this!