Let's Grow

Adam always dreaded the Christmas season, for no reason other than having to return to Houston and spend the week with his family. It was only the one person he had issues with, his mother’s long-term partner, George. There wasn’t anything objectively wrong with George, but Adam’s deep-seated issues with his biological father had resulted in a poor relationship between the two. George’s insistence on acting excruciatingly fatherly didn’t exactly help. His offers to help Adam for almost everything, no matter how minor, came across as condescending to the fiercely independent twenty-seven-year-old. Adam never needed his father, after all, so he saw no reason why he’d need a different father.

But, alas, it was the holiday season and with his return imminent, Adam wanted to be gracious and find a small but suitable gift for the two of them. His mother’s penchant for weird, often ugly ornaments led him to a rather strange little shop that seemed to be full of exactly that. Stuffed behind a group of small trophies and figures sat a particularly worn and scuffed little statue of an ugly creature. Its mischievous, fanged face was adorned with two bright red gems for eyes. The stones seemed to almost glow, capturing Adam’s gaze for a few seconds before the spectacled engineer snapped out of it.

“That’ll do well,” Adam mumbled, grabbing the strange trinket.

“Do you do gift wrapping?” he asked the cashier, who looked at the statue before glancing at Adam with a slight smirk, “What is this thing supposed to be, anyway?”

“An imp, I believe. They’re said to grant wishes,” he replied as he wrapped up the ancient looking statue in comically cheesy Chistmas-themed gift wrap, “Be careful what you wish for though, they’re known to be tricksters.”

“Sure, man,” Adam replied with a quizzical expression as he passed the cashier a few bills.

A few days later, Adam stepped out of his car into the driveway of his family home. His mother rushed out of the house with arms wide open. George stayed back on the porch, greeting his stepson with an awkward smile. Adam’s mother was a lucky woman, George was a good few years younger than her, very well built for his age, and stunningly handsome to boot.

The trio sat apart in the living room in front of the fireplace, catching up over warm drinks and salty snacks. Adam’s mom enquired if Adam was seeing anyone, as seemed to be the Christmas tradition; while George asked him about his work in New York. Ironically, both of them were engineers.

“So, Adam, George and I have something we want to tell you.”

Adam’s stomach sank, that sort of statement only had a few conclusions.

“We’re getting married,” George completed the sentence with a wide smile.

Adam knew he should have been happy, George was perfect for his mom, but he’d always struggled to accept him, for reasons unclear even to himself.

He feigned a smile, “I’m happy for you, both of you.”

An awkward silence permeated the room as Adam stared at the drink in his hand.

“Well, we need to go to the store and get the Christmas feast before the crowds do,” Adam’s mom said. She knew her son, and knew that he needed a little alone time to process the news.

“Huh don’t we…” George asked, before he noticed the silent gesturing Adam’s mom was performing, “Oh… oh! Yeah, yeah! We forgot the, uh, turkey.”

Adam’s mom rolled her eyes at George’s lame attempt at an excuse before rushing him out the front door with his coat. Once Carter heard the family car start he let out a long sigh and curled his fists up against his head.

“Why can’t I just be happy for them?!” he screamed internally as he paced around the house, “I’m too old to be so upset by this shit!”

The reality was Adam’s biological father was a terrible person, and so he struggled to trust George as a result.

“He’s a nice guy, too goddamn nice sometimes,” Adam assured himself as he went to grab his present for his mom and George before they returned. He took the little gift-wrapped statue in his hand and carried it towards the Christmas tree, “I just wish he didn’t act like he’s my dad.“

A loud gust of wind suddenly burst through the room. The wrapping in his hands exploded apart but inside nothing remained.

"Ah, free from that little shop at last,” sighed a cheeky voice from behind him.

Adam jumped around, to see a short, slender man standing there. His irises were a crimson red, and his hair slicked back and greasy looking. His face was inoffensive, charming even, until he smiled; revealing teeth much more pointed and sharp than a human being’s.

“Who… what the hell are you?!” Adam shuddered.

“Now, now, Adam, that’s no way to speak to your friendly, neighborhood imp,” the man chuckled, impressed with his own joke, "I heard your little wish. for your stepfather to stop acting like he’s your father." 

“He’s not my stepfather yet,” Adam interrupted.

The imp rolled his eyes, “Don’t care. I’m still going to grant your wish, those are the rules.”

Adam gulped hard, fearing he’d accidentally wished for the worst, "Please don’t hurt him.”

“Hurt him?! Now, now, what sort of a monster do you think I am?!” the imp sniggered, his tone saturated with mockery. "No, no violence, the solution is a simple one! Your stepfather can't act like your father he’s your actual father,“ the imp laughed maniacally.

"W- what… no that’s not what I m-” Adam stuttered, watching wide-eyed as the man raised his hand and clicked his fingers with a malevolent, jagged smile. 

The sound reverberated in Adam’s head almost painfully. Much of his past began to fade from his mind. All of the memories he had of his biological father - most of them bad - drained away, allowing for more pleasant memories of George over the years to take their place. Within seconds Adam found himself remembering a very different childhood and adolescence.

He opened his eyes to find the house looking completely different, and yet totally and utterly familiar.

“W-what have you done?!” Adam grumbled, rubbing his temples.

“Only what you wished for!” the imp retorted, suddenly appearing much closer to Adam’s face.

The young man found himself knowing that his memories had been changed but unable to remember what they once were. He knew George was his father, but also that it hadn’t always been the case. His mind swirled with confusion. 

Not only was his head pounding, but his whole body thumped and thudded too. His vision blurred, prompting him to remove his glasses, only to find he could see perfectly without them.

“W-what’s happening?!” Adam groaned, holding himself upright with a hand on the back of the sofa and wiping copious sweat from his brow. 

“Isn’t it obvious? Now that dearest daddy George is your biological father, your genes are going to have quite the shake-up!” the humanoid creature chortled sarcastically.

“N- no, pl-please, augh, don’t…” Adam moaned as the magic spread through him, leaving him barely able to speak.

“Merry Christmas, Adam!”

With a loud, otherworldly crack of thunder and an echoey laugh, the imp vanished from the room.

“Oh, sh-shiiiiiit!” Adam groaned as he almost collapsed, his body filled to the brim with electrifying energy and emitting a cacophony of crackles and pops.

It was hopeless, the imp and his statue were long gone, yet the magic sweeping Adam’s body was only becoming more overwhelming. Letting out a long, loud, and frustrated groan, he stripped off his t-shirt, jeans, socks, and underwear - all of them dripping wet with sweat - and threw himself onto the sofa. He moaned into the armrest as the light hairs on his arm turned darker, multiplying and spreading across his skin. 

Adam’s body became a symphony of sensations as the imp’s spell spread through him, replacing his former biological father’s genes with George’s vastly superior ones. The electric feeling that accompanied the hair spreading along his arms could be felt just about everywhere. Flipping onto his damp back, he could see the same thick, brown hair spreading down his chest and across his slowly lengthening legs.

His cock was already standing to full attention by this stage, slapping against his hairier stomach as he writhed and twisted in resistance. “This… this is s-so wrong,” Adam moaned, desperately trying to resist touching his dripping erection.

“Please st-stop!” he tried to cry for help as the same stretching took a hold of his spine and arms, “Augh… Why does it f-feel so g-gooooood?!”

His hips bucked upward as entire body was pulled longer along the couch, forcing his legs to hang further and further off the end. Adam had only been an inch shorter than George’s six-foot-one, but his new genetic combination gave him an additional inch over his new father.

He held his hands above his face, watching as his they spread outward. He could feel the bones and tendons in his thin fingers thickening and lengthening, turning his appendages into a spitting image of George’s manly mitts, only smoother and younger looking.

Likewise, Adam’s slender feet cracked and snapped. He moaned helplessly, kicking his long legs out as they exploded in size, his toes stretching and his soles expanding to mirror his new father’s large size twelves before continuing to stretch forward an extra size.

His face crunched and creaked similarly. Adam’s breathing speed up as he clutched his small face, feeling his features broaden and widen. His jaw pushed outward, thick and defined. He felt his nose snap and promptly broaden and elongate underneath his thick fingers, while his ears followed suit. Straight, pearly white teeth shone brightly between thicker lips as he clenched down in an attempt to stifle the desperate sounds he was making. 

Stubble etched its way across his enhanced jawline, across his cheeks, and down his thicker neck. After all, his dad had a permanent five o'clock shadow, so it only made sense he did too, Adam thought. All the while, the short, light hair on his head flowed out longer, darker and with a wave - just like his dad’s.

“Mmpppphhhh, fuuuuuuuck!” Adam unclenched his teeth and roared in ecstasy as pressure burst forth from every muscle fiber in his body. All the memories Adam had of his father instilling him with a passion for physical fitness suddenly came to the fore, helped along further by his better genetics. He watched and writhed as thick muscle spread upward from his large feet, his calves plumping and bulging with sinew before his thighs joined in, swelling to twice their size. His ass inflated against the couch cushions, thicker and rounder than he thought possible.

Adam couldn’t help but feel himself up as abs began to press outward from his thin, hairy stomach. He gripped his slick cock in one hand and grasped his inflating chest in the other. His nipples sizzled with pleasure as they expanded, matching the growing mounds of muscle pulsing to life underneath them. 

And from his chest, the changes worked its way down his longer arms. Blessing his biceps with ballooning muscular strength, the veins rippling as they burst outward in size. His forearms followed suit, the muscle accentuating the masculinity of the hair that adorned them. All along his back, Adam could feel muscle groups he didn’t even know existed fluttering larger and stronger.

The last semblance of a grip that Adam had on his former reality was released as his cock began to throb harder and harder. Breathless, he gasped and squirmed as his member stretched larger in his hand. He could feel his balls swelling as they expanded, filling with more and more entirely new semen. His cock head swelled outward, broad and thick, drooling pre-cum onto his hirsute eight-pack. The floodgates suddenly opened, and with a cry of bliss, the transformed Adam’s now eight-inch rod unloaded, spraying his beautiful, masculine form with hot, white cream again, and again, and again.

Exhausted, the stud passed out only to be startled awake later by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. In a blind panic, he jolted to his feet, hoping to find something to cover himself; but instead, he found himself somehow clean and fully clothed.

“Was it… just a dream?” he grumbled, before noticing how much deeper his voice sounded. Trembling, he rubbed his face, feeling the intense jawline and rough stubble. He patted down his frame with his oversized hands, confirming the presence of the firm muscle adorning every inch of it.

“Not a dream,” he whispered, defeated.

“Hey, Adam, we’re back… you okay, bud?” George asked, noticing his son standing there, dazed and flustered.

“Y-y-yeah, think I just had… a crazy dream,” Adam replied, trying not to panic.

“Think you can help me your mother get started with the turkey then?” George requested with a wide smile.

Adam wracked his brain attempting to remember what had been erased, but all he could find were the happy memories between him and his father, George, and the stunning body he’d been gifted.

“Y-yeah, sure thing,” Adam said, as a smile began to appear across his handsome face.

He followed his father into the kitchen, stumbling slightly over his long legs and oversized feet.

“You sure you’re okay?” George chuckled.

“Yeah, never been better, dad,” Adam replied cheerfully.

Meanwhile, in a dark, confined cabinet somewhere far, far away, the air began to shimmer as the imp statue fizzled into existence. Light suddenly filled the space as the door opened, the ruby eyes of the statue sparkling brightly.

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I’ve got a lot of requests for simple jock TF’s (not a bad thing, who doesn’t love a jock TF!), answering all of them individually would take forever and get repetitive, so I thought I’d just write one bigger first-person story instead. This one’s a story about you coming across a mysterious story… which in turn is about you coming across a story, so it’s… a little meta. Probably would work better as a third-person story, but I ran with it anyway. Hope y’all like it!

(Based on requests by @jockedbro1993 @bribri66 @ilikemenmuscles @just-a-random-guy21)

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You sat back in your chair, scrolling through post after post. Pictures of men - naked, clothed, having sex, all kinds - darted past your eyes. Stories long and short sat attached to many of the images, the kinds you enjoyed: tales of change and transformation.

Just as you were about to dig deeper into the newer stories a notification appeared on the screen, alerting you to the fact you were tagged in a post. You didn’t recall sending any requests, and definitely not to this account, though if you had the words “tall”, “muscular”, “bearded”, and “jock” were sure to have been included.

Immediately the images attached to the text got you going. Whoever this stud was, he was one of the hottest men you’d ever seen. Underneath, you could see your username tagged, followed by paragraphs of writing and more pictures.

It was a first-person story where you come across a strange story online. It felt a little meta, but it was compelling enough to get you reading.

“As you read the descriptions of how your body would tense and bloom with sexual energies, you found yourself suddenly feeling tight all over, an erotic tension that couldn’t be relieved.” 

You shuddered, turned on by the description. Not only that, but you felt a pleasant urge to stretch all of a sudden. Indeed, no amount of stretching or twisting seemed to relieve the tightness you felt all over.

“You couldn’t pull your eyes away as the words and studly image on the screen swirled in your mind. Your cock pressed against your underwear harder than you’d ever felt it.”

Amid the almost unbearable, tingling pleasure pouring through you, you became nervous. However much you tried to resist you could only continue to read, your cock bobbing as the sexual energies moved through you.

“The photos dotted between the paragraphs turned you on even further. You gazed at the man’s thick pecs and the hair spread between them. And before you could even read the words that described it, you felt it - a tickling on your chest.”

Horrified, you reached to your shirt, feeling pins and needles across your chest. You tugged down on the collar to see hairs sprouting rapidly. Your eyes darted back to the screen.

“Your heavy breathing turned to moaning as you read about how your chest would slowly and sensually heave and grow. Then, the energy billowing under your chest came to a climax as pecs began to throb and push out outward.”

You had but a second to process what you’d read before it became reality. Your cock throbbed hard as you bit down with a loud whimper, feeling an incredible sensation as muscles grew in your chest, slowly distorting the soft shirt sitting atop it. You wasted no time pulling the t-shirt over your sweaty head, tossing it aside, and throwing your shoulders back as two stunning mounds of muscle grew from your chest with dark hairs spreading between them and across the newly forming pecs.

“This oh… oohhh… can’t be happeninggggg…” you moaned, licking your parched lips as you resumed reading.

“The feeling was indescribable, abs popping in where previously there were none, mirroring the images in front of you.”

“Oh sh-sh… shit, g-augh!” you yelped. 

Row by row abs pressed out from your stomach. Your waist pulled inward and your chest widened while pre-cum slicked dripped into increasingly dense pubes leading up to a growing treasure trail. You ran your hand up your abdomen, moaning as felt the new muscles and hair. This wasn’t just muscle and heft added to your frame, your torso was completely foreign - a replica of the one in the story’s pictures.

“As the muscles flourished you kept on reading. The tale depicted the rapturous sensations of your arms stretching, your legs lengthening, and your back lengthening. Immediately, your body adopted the description and began to extend, forcing you to hold your breath as tried desperately to both resist and not to cum.”

“Oh! P-please! GAAHHH!”

A flurry of sexual sounds spluttered from your lips as the written words became literal truth. You could feel yourself climbing taller in your chair, your back sliding upward against the upholstery. Meanwhile, your arms and legs extended further and further from your shirt sleeves and shorts, leaving them looking smaller and smaller on you. Indeed, you held your breath, but the process was slow, and so eventually you gasped for air, grunting like a caveman as cum flowed out of your aching cock in bursts as you pushed to an ultra-masculine six-foot-five.

“Your arms twitched and twinged while the story described how they would blossom and bulge with absurd strength. The sensation quickly spread down your two limbs bringing stunning muscular growth, morphing your limbs into the spitting image of those of the jock in the story.”

Almost automatically, you flexed your arms, groaning while they swelled and rippled with growing strength. Bundles of muscle slowly throbbed larger and thicker. Veins bulged and trickled down your arms, carrying the transformation with them. Your forearms vibrated, gaining mass with every beat of your pulse. You rolled your shoulders back and forth, feeling them begin their expansion, broadening and packing on the same muscle that was growing below them.

As the veins spread across the backs of your hands you looked back to the story in front of you.

“You didn’t need to read anything to know what was about to happen. And yet read you did, about how your hands would tremble as the changes reached them too, your digits lengthening and widening into genuine man hands.”

You struggled to scroll, your fingers twitching while you looked at how large and strong the jock’s hands were. You held your hands to your face, grunting as they began to expand. You desperately resisted the urge to clench them into fists, you wanted - no, needed to see them grow. And so you watched as your fingers thickened and stretched vasty longer, your palm spreading outward while the skin thickened from daily workouts.

You needed more. You needed it to continue, and amidst the gasping and panting, you kept reading. 

“You gazed lustfully at photos of the gorgeous jock’s thick, long, meaty, hairy legs; longing for the story to remold your own in their image. Ecstasy and power filled the long limbs as your wish was granted.”

Right on time, searing pleasure and pressure tore through your lower half. 

Your ass pressed larger against your pants and the seat. A soft fuzzy coating spread across the ballooning cheeks and down your expanding thighs and calves. You couldn’t contain yourself, cumming again as ever larger, muscular, hairier thighs burst forth from your shorts. You pressed your large hands into them, rubbing them back and forth while your calves railed against the tight pants as they too plumped up with raw muscle.

Every inch of your body was trembling, filled with indescribable energy and sensations, begging for release that only temporarily came with each bout of growth and change.

“Everything about the jock in the photos on the story was big and masculine. Head to toe. Your gaze moved down to the large appendages at the ends of his legs, and just like that you felt your toes begin to stretch.”

“Oh… ohhhh! Augh! Fuck! FUUUCK!”

You leaned back forcefully, howling in ecstasy as you threw your feet up onto the desk, flexing your twitching toes as they throbbed longer and thicker. As your feet expanded upward and outward they audibly tore holes into the socks, revealing more and more of the huge, meaty soles and long, hairy tops. Now too large to be contained, your feet shredded the ends of the socks, your long, meaty toes curling and obscuring the screen as cum sprayed against your hairy, muscular thigh. 

“Moving your massive foot out of the way, you glimpsed the next image in the story, studying the face of the man you were becoming. Your mind swam in lust as you read the sentences describing how your face would groan, shift, and morph into a perfect reflection of the bearded stud staring back at you. And so your face did just that, wiping away any and all traces of your previous appearance.”

With a long, hushed whimper you ran a finger down your cheek, feeling stubble blossoming into a thick, short beard, masking some of the drastic shifts occurring underneath. With a click, your nose reshaped larger and broader. Your brown eyes fluttered as the last of your face remolded and your hair pulled into a short, flattering cut. Your cock practically rumbled in your damp, tattered shorts, foreshadowing what was to come.

“While there were no nude photographs in the story, the large, broad appendages he had - and that you now possessed - told you everything you needed to know about what this man was packing. And with that, rapturous pleasure consumed you, centered on your now growing cock and balls.”

“Ooohhh… Goooooooood!”

Your cock pounded and throbbed, firing blanks - unsurprising given that you’d already unloaded on your leg and underwear more times than you could keep a count of. Deep moans wavered as your body trembled and you watched the swelling, widening head of your dick peeking out the waist of your shredded bottoms. 

“With the new equipment came the new mindset. The words on the screen seemed to rewrite your very thought processes, a new chemical equilibrium being founded to fuel your new body and provide the attitude to match it. Every part of your body deserved to be respected and pleasured, and no part was more deserving than the sexual weapon between your legs.”

The same terrifying feeling of pleasure and growth built in your balls as they began to swell rapidly, flooding your body with even more hormones and refueling with your new seed.

The armrests creaked under the tightening grip of your strong hands, your eyes rolling back as cockiness and pride welled up in you. Fresh cum ejected onto your cobblestone abs, your cock pulsating hard and growing just a little bit longer and thicker with every twitch and throb. More and more shaft gradually stretched out of the top of your shorts, reaching pornographic proportions. 

“You were now a true jock, a stud, a hunk - a real man - and you loved it.”

“Yeah! YEAH! I’m a… a… jo- j… AARRRGGGHHH! FUUUUUCK!”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence before your body forced you to lurch forward, a deep shriek filling the room as your changes locked in. Rope after rope of hot cream flew up your incredible body and over your shoulders as your massive cock shot with a force you never thought possible.

Eventually coming down from your high, you let out a soft, breathless chuckle as you read the last sentence.

“Hope you enjoyed the story! ;)”