arms pecs muscle

Rodrigo Cavalcanti

Airon Muscle

You'd started out pretty skinny, but the gym was going well. You were getting big quick. A lot of the bigger guys who'd scared you at first were actually really cool. They'd show you a lot of good shit that helped you get gains quick. One day one even gave you a special muscle recovery balm to use on your chest. Helps promote growth. he'd said, staring at you and bouncing his big pecs. It seemed weird- you never heard of a supplement... like... that... befo.... damn... his pecs ... so fucking huge... can't stop... watching... want to... need to ... look... like... that...

He nodded as your eyes glazed over and you began putting the balm on right then and there. It made your chest tingle and pulsate a bit. He winked at you when you thanked him, flicking one of your nipples as he walked away. Damn, that felt good! Pleasure still rippled out from the spot 20 or 30 seconds after he'd walked away. Your pump felt crazy.

You got home and were about to shower when you paused in the mirror. Your chest looked… huge. And so did your arms. Your nipple was still tingling from your bud tapping it. You squinted at the mirror. The lighting must've been really good, cuz your chest looked even bigger than when you'd walked in. You took your phone out, snapping a pic- and another and another, cuz again your arms looked bigger too, like they were staying proportional with your chest. You updated your grindr profile pic with your new chest- damn that had been a good workout today- and hopped in the shower.

When you got out, you smeared a little more of the balm on your pecs, feeling the tingly sensation run over you again. You checked your phone after- you usually bottomed, but for some reason today, for the first time, you wanted to dominate someone. Sit back and let them worship you, rub your muscles and body. iIt didn't take long to find a willing volunteer- a little twink you'd found who was perfect for that. You could tell he was insecure, shy, & a little nervous around you- but those were the types who always needed a strong hand the most. His hands ran over your huge muscles and he squealed like a little bitch when you flexed, kissing and rubbing his face into them. He got kind of feral, peeling your shirt off and grabbing your huge pecs, squeezing and trubbing all over them. You howled with pleasure as his hands ran over your nipples and it felt like electricity shot from them through the rest of your body, like the most intense ecstasy you ever felt. Blood pounded in your ears, flowing into your pecs that bulged more and more each second and the rest of your body that got bigger as they did. He wrapped his pathetic tiny frame around your growing body, burying his face in your rock hard pecs. You needed him to keep worshipping them like the little bitch he was, to keep making you feel good. That was his job. To serve a muscle god like you.

"You like that, boy?" you said, your voice suddenly much deeper.

"Yes Master," he said vacantly, rubbing as much of his face into you as he could. "Can't... stop... worshipping... you're... so... strong," ge said, feeling your suddenly thick biceps, your huge lats and delts.

You gripped the back of his head with your thick, veiny arm.

"That's right boy. Now open up for Daddy," you said, moving his head to your nipple. His eyes lit up and his mouth opened as he latched onto you, sucking greedily. You shuddered and gasped, feeling your. pecs swell even faster now.

Some part of you realized now that the more he played with your tits, the bigger you got, and that that was weird-- and it probably had something to do with the balm.. but who cared, brah? You were getting bigger, dumber, hornier by the second, and had a little fag here ready to do whatever you said. You pushed his head into them, bouncing them while he sucked them good. They were so sensitive now that even him brushing over them felt better than that strongest orgasm you'd ever had happening over and over again. Your glasses fell off but you didn't really pay attention to it- you could see fine now, anyway.

The bigger you got, the harder he sucked, and the harder he sucked, the bigger you got, the dumber you got, the hornier you got. This was what you were made for. To dominate faggots like this. You felt how lovingly he sucked on you as more and more blood pumped into your pecs, making them swell and bulge more, saw his eyes light up when you called him your boy. You felt him falling in love with you, rearranging his life to put himself second and you first. That felt good. This was where you belonged now, dominating. Getting big had been such a smart idea, brah.

Eventually you felt something odd and looked down, seeing something dripping from your nipple, but your bitch lapping it up felt so good that you didn't care too much to think about it.

"That's right baby, suck on Daddy," you said, pushing him in even harder, "Drink up Daddy's milk."

"Yes Daddy," he moaned like the little bitch he was as you got bigger and bigger.

He moaned in pleasure, sucking even faster. You were so lost in it that you didn't notice he started bulking up, too. His little twink body got thicker and more buff; his pale skin became a deep bronze as a dark tribal tattoo ran over his now bulging bicep. He stopped sucking for a second and stared at your nipples, blinking dumbly. His body wanted to keep going, his mind just needed a new justification for it now that he was a dumb jockbro like you and not a beta faggot anymore. His body quickly forced his brain to rearrange what it needed to in order to continue.

"Damn brah, you're huge," he said with a dumb laugh, standing and moving behind you. You stood too- both of you were about three times bigger now than you had been when you sat down on the bed. He started rubbing your pecs again.

"For sure brah," you said, flexing as precum leaked out of your cock and a low growl escaped you. Your arms looked ripped and you felt fucking massive now.

"Man, I love appreciating another bro's bod. Really motivates me to work harder in the gym. That's probably why I've gotten so big so quick, haha." He rubbed them, caressed them, felt and pleasured every inch of them. "Lets make you nice and big, brah," he said as he grabbed the tips of each. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as you gained more mass and another line of liquid started leaking out of you. He scooped it onto his fingers and put them in his mouth, not letting one drop spill. You felt his arms getting wider again, felt him getting taller behind you.

"Haha, fuck yeah bro," you said dumbly. "Let's keep getting bigger and bigger together," you said as your patchy facial hair grew into a thick beard. You both kept going until your stomaches growled at the same time.

"Yo, we should find some fags to cook us dinner. Real twinky bottom bitches... you know, that sounds kind of familiar..." he said, face scrunching up in confusion. He shrugged. "I dunno."

It sounded kind of familiar to you too, but you were pretty sure you didn't know anymore like that. "Yeah," you said, staring at all the mass you'd gained and bouncing your pecs in the mirror.

You popped Grindr open and saw some skinny guy as your profile pic. You must've uploaded that on accident. You replaced it with a current pic, and the messages came flooding in. About twenty minutes later, three twinks were naked in your kitchen except for aprons and tall white socks making both of your meals for the week. One of them had kind of resisted, but 5 minutes headlocked in your sweaty pit had broken him pretty fast. You and your bro stared at all three of them, smirking at their rock hard cocks poking out of their aprons.

"Fuck its good to be a man," he said, crushing up another beer can and tossing it on the floor. One of the twinks quickly picked it up and threw it out.

"Sure is brah," you said, doing the same yourself. The sane twink gravved it.

"Look at this good boy," you said, turning towards him and spreading your arms wide. "Why don't you come sit on Daddy's lap?"

He darted over to you with a big smile on his face, jumping onto your lap and wrapping his arms around you. His hands felt and rubbed all over your muscles. You pulled him in closer, resting his head on your big chest. "That's it baby. Let it all go. Just lay down on Daddy."

His eyes closed as his body grew slack and he rested his weight fully on you. His face slid down your chest- when he reached your nipple, he started sucking automatically. You twitched, feeling your body pulse again. Your shorts ripped and your huge cock spilled out of it, swinging side to side from its own weight. His eyes locked onto it and lit up as he dove towards it, wrapping his lips around it. Your hand grabbed the back of his head tight- he welped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you pushed it onto your cock, forcing it further down his throat- but he never stopped- in fact, it made him go harder. One of his buddies noticed and his eyes locked onto your chest. You smirked, bouncing your pecs while his friend sucked you off. His eyes followed them like he was watching tennis and he slowly started walking towards you, like he was in a trance- when he was close enough, you closed an arm around his head tightly, pulling him into you. His face lit up as your thick bicep closed around it and he latched onto your chest like his friend had. Your head tilted back as one slurped his way up and down your huge cock obediently and the other worshipped your chest, so lost in pleasure that you again didn't notice what was leaking from your chest again and now your cock, too. Both twinks' high pitched whimpers got deeper and deeper as they drank it up, turning into the third and fourth dumb douchebros in the room. By time they stood up, they looked just as bulked up as you and the first twink you'd had over.

The fifth one- the one who'd resisted- was just watching, looking shocked. You told him to come over, but he didn't move. You laughed and nodded at him to the two ex-twinks, who both grabbed him and started dragging him over.

"Haha, look at him try to stop us bro," one laughed.

"What does he think his skinny beta ass is gonna do?" asked the other. With their new huge biceps, thighs, and calves, they pulled him along like a ragdoll. He turned his head and closed his mouth as they forced it into your pecs, but more juice was already leaking out of you onto his lips, seeping between the cracks. He shuddered, murmuring "no no no- don't want to be. a stupid bro-" over and over as his body bulged and his muscles pumped up. His fine blonde leg hairs got coarse and dark and he grew a thick beard like yours. His feet ripped out of his socks, going from small and soft to big and rough. His tiny twink frame expanded, filling out into huge pecs, lats and abs. The no's became a low grunt and then a dumb jock laugh as he transformed, eyes glazing over and you fingered another few drops into his mouth. Now his tongue licked it off your hand greedily, slurping up eery drop as he got as big as the rest of them. He walked over to the mirror, smiling dumbly into it as he flexed his big arms showing the thick dark patches of pit hair that had grown under his arms. He sniffed them, shaking his head and smirking. "Damn I stink! That lift really got the juices flowing, haha."

"Fuck yeah bro," you said, stepping up behind him and punching his hard bicep. "Glad we got your skinny ass in the gym."

"Me too man. I don't even know who I was before it."

"Me neither," the small army of douchebros in your house said in unison. all staring into the mirror and flexing with dumb grins on their faces.

Your phone went off. It was your gym bud- the one who'd given you the balm.

"Hey boy. Hope you liked the balm. Now send me a pic of your new friends and your gains. Then I think you should all hit the gym."

You nodded slowly at the text, gathering everyone around you and snapping a few pics of you all flexing and showing off your new bodies.

You stared at all of them, smiling. You needed more, though. More twinks to convert into douchebros. That would make your friend happy...