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It had been two weeks since Marc had first received that email from XXX GROWTH asking him to become a brand ambassador. Marc had always been a big guy, always hitting the gym chasing that sweet pump and longing for more size. By the first year of high school Marc already gave most adult men a run for their money, he was tall, ripped and handsome and was quickly becoming the most popular kid in the school despite his young age. As he continued to grow Marc began to dominate the school football team and annihilated the wrestling team. By the time college came around he’d been awarded a sports scholarship and soon enough realised that the other guys were catching up to him in size.

Marc began throwing his all at the gym, lifting, sweating and eating like a crazed muscle bull and quickly drew attention from pros and sponsors alike. When he’d received the email from XXX GROWTH he assumed it was going to be the same as every other sponsorship deal, make a few social media posts, pose in a couple of skimpy stringers and rep their brand. Much to his surprise XXX GROWTH didn’t ask for any of that, all they wanted was for him to agree to fly out, all expenses paid, to their next Bodybuilding expo and run their stall. Figuring he had nothing to lose Marc had quickly accepted the offer.

By the time the expo came around Marc had grown even more, now standing at an impressive 6 foot four and looking like something from the Mr Olympia stage he was the stand out figure, even in a room filled with bodybuilders and muscle beasts. “Simple, enough” Marc thought…”stand behind a stall for five days, flex every now and then and fly back home with six figures added to his bank account. It was two days into the expo and Marc had downed more bottles of XXX GROWTH protein than he could count, trying to keep himself cool inside the stuffy expo hall. What he didn’t seem to realise is that the formula was having some sort of allergic reaction to his unnaturally high testosterone levels. While the visitors and stall owners sat and watched his muscled frame expand and swell with every sip of his protein shake, Marc remained oblivious, still downing bottle after bottle. 

So, a friend of mine (@abfbm ) like to play this game where we send each other pictures, and come up with short captions for them! It's a lot of fun, and some of them have actually been pretty great, so I decided to post some of the ones I wrote out! With his permission of course. So, here's a series of short captions I wrote for pictures he sent to me! Tell me what you all think!

"Didn't think that getting stud earrings would turn me into an actual stud, but I definitely don't mind it!"

Spent my whole life as a scrawny emo, until my Uncle took me under his wing over the summer. I can't wait to see the look on my bullies faces when I take off my baggy hoodie

"Hey babe! Worked out hard at the gym today. Having me drain your masculinity was the the best idea you ever had! Now you get to be the girl you've always been, and I get some giant muscles for you to worship~"

"My boyfriend just sent me the hottest photo! I never thought a hunky quarterback like him would fall for a geeky guy like me. Although I didn't think genies existed either haha. Lucky me!"

“When someone asks him to prove his claims of ‘Arab Superiority’ all this stud does is flex

I used the muscle growth serum so that I could make myself big enough to beat up my bully. Didn't realized it'd turn him on so much that my jock bully would become my himbo boyfriend

Muscle vampires don't actually have fangs, but getting those fang piercings seemed like a funny joke at the time

When my Uncle invited me to go to the family lakehouse, which has been in our family for generations, I thought it'd be boring When my Uncle suggested I take a dip in the lake at midnight to see the full moon because it would help me '"fulfill my potential," I figured he was just being poetic If someone had asked me if I wanted to be a hunky, muscular jock with a huge dick, bigger libido, enormous ego and the hots for his Uncle, I would have been disgusted and said no Only now, with my Uncles hard cock in my muscular jock ass, do I realize the obvious: I was so fucking wrong

I've left my weakness behind me. Only time I look back now is to admire my own

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“Can’t get in without a costume,” the bouncer said. He crossed his arms over his meaty chest.

“Cowboy,” Jason argued as he pointed to his hat and boots. He’d had them for decades since he’d moved out of Texas and just decided to try them on again. Same with his plaid shirt and jeans.

The bouncer rolled his eyes. “Not enough. Can’t get in without a costume,” he repeated.

“How’s cowboy not enough?” Jason argued.

“First off? Cause you don’t look like one. Jeans and a hat don’t make you a cowboy. Second? Cause I don’t like you,” the bouncer’s eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck did I do?” Jason demanded. He’d been coming to this bar for a few months now, but didn’t feel like he’d pissed anyone off that much. Sure, he’d gotten a bit rowdy when no one would go home with him, but he’d never left with a fight or anything. Just a few loud choice words that might have started a fight if he wasn’t so sloshed that he could barely stand up.

Again, the bouncer rolled his eyes. “How bout this?” He dug into a bag next to him and pulled out a werewolf mask. “You put this on and promise to be a good boy and I’ll let you in. Deal?”

Jason stared at the mask. “Deal,” he snatched it out of the bouncer’s hand and put it on. “Good?” Then felt his cowboy hat placed back onto his head.

“Good,” he said moving out of the way so Jason could go inside.

“Asshole…” Jason muttered under his breath as he headed inside. The entire bar was pumping and there was barely any room to move around. It was one of the reasons that Jason hated wearing masks like this. They were always so stuffy and near impossible to see out of. “Watch where you’re going,” he snapped.

The girl gave him a side eye and kept walking. “Bitch,” he muttered. He pulled at the mask a bit. Somehow it was feeling even stuffier than it had been just a few minutes before. He hated this constricting feeling. Pulling at it only seemed to make it even worse.

Even stranger was the weird feeling throughout the rest of his body. The drink had run down his shirt, but somehow it felt constricting all over his body. He pulled at that as well, trying to loosen up the fabric. “This fucking sucks,” he could feel sweat starting to drip down his brow as he complained. Really it was his whole body was burning up.

“What the hell?” he demanded to no one in particular. Instead he undid a button on his shirt. But as he looked back up an anger shot through him. Someone else was dressed just like his cowboy; plaid button down, jeans, boots and a hat. “Yo,” he walked over to the other guy and put a hand on his shoulder.

The guy spun around, but shrunk back in on himself as he saw Jason. It was a bit odd as Jason never thought of himself as that big of a guy. Sure 6’ wasn’t small, but it’s not like he worked out like crazy. He just had fairly average physique. “Yo?” the guy almost squeaked.

“The bouncer let you in but not me? What the hell?” Jason cursed.

“Bouncer?” the guy looked up at him, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. The bouncer,” Jason spat back. He looked back at the front door, noticing no one there. “Fuck. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I put this stupid shit on for no reason? Fuck this.” He pulled the mask off his face and felt a cool breeze run across his face.

‘A deal’s a deal,’ he heard whispered into his ear.

Something about his body suddenly felt off. He was sweating but felt indescribably cold. His muscles felt tired and weak but more like he’d just finished a grueling workout than from anything else. The clothes he was wearing felt incredibly tight. Tighter than they ever had been.

“Bro? You alright?”

It was like the world was starting to spin. Jason was looking down, even further at the man in front of him. The guy looked so small all of a sudden. “Ye-ah…” Jason let the word fall out of his mouth. He stumbled over himself as he beelined it too the bathroom. His body felt different. He couldn’t place it.

“What the hell?” he felt himself growl as he splashed water on his face. It barely seemed to do anything as he still felt the sudden hot flash run through his entire body. Jason looked up at his face in the mirror. His mouth hung open as he saw what color his eyes were. Bright yellow. His hands went to his face, but sharp black claws were protruding out of his fingers.

Thick black fur had run down his fingers and covered his hands. He could see black paw pads starting to emerge from his palms and the tips of each of his fingers. He let out a few whimpers as the bones in his body started to crack and grow. His shoulders jutted upward and widened giving him a much wider frame. The sleeves of his long sleeve shirt didn’t stand a chance as thick muscular arms tore the fabric off his arms.

Brown fur continued to climb up his arms and cover his body. Jason scratched at it, accidently ripping open his shirt in the process. Two massive pecs bounced out of his body and the light pudge he’d been gaining since he’d hit thirty had turned into an impressive six pack. The brown fur only seemed to make it look even more defined as it cascaded in between the muscles.

His jeans couldn’t contain the enormous muscles building underneath them. They started with small tears and then just ripped down the sides. His body fell forward as the bones in his feet shifted. The weight of his body was more on his toes than it had been on the balls of his feet. He fell forward as massive black claws burst out of his leather boots. The bones in his feet cracked and snapped as they shifted more into wolf paws the size of 16 sized shoes. The boots were crushed under their colossal size.

Jason let out gasps for air as the pain shot through him. He snapped his jaw feeling the immense pressure of it starting to grow out in front of him. His nose bent backwards and turned black. Huge, sharp teeth filled his mouth and a louder snap with each closing of his jaws echoed off the empty bathroom. The round shape of his ears turned into points then migrated to the top of his head.

All he could make were deep primal grunts as he felt a sharp pain down his back side. His spine was elongating past his body and brown fur started to cover the new appendage. Jason tried to make words but the shape of his mouth and tongue made it near impossible. He looked at his wolf form, a bit of fear in his eyes. Even if as he stood at a new 7’6” height with muscles bodybuilders would dream of, he couldn’t understand what had happened.

“All you had to do was be a good boy and leave the mask on,” a familiar voice echoed in his ears. Jason turned to see the bouncer. “Of course I knew you couldn’t. Oh well.”

Jason turned his anger to the bouncer, snarling. His sharp teeth showed.

“Stop.” Instantly Jason felt his face go back to normal. “Sit.” His large body dropped to the floor, hands placed between his paws. “Good boy,” the bouncer pet his head. Jason felt his tail start wagging. Confusion hit him as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t disobey, but the pleasant feeling of the praise washed it away. “Now. Let’s go home… I got a nice new collar for you.” The bouncer pulled out a spiked collar with a leash attached to it. He snapped his fingers and a red portal appeared in the bathroom.

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Want to know what Andy has wished for? Check out the master post here!

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Danny couldn’t help but admire the view of himself as he flexed and posed in front of the bathroom mirror. He made sure to capture all the right angles, showing off his muscles and his hefty bulge. The man grinned as he groped at his swelling cock through the stretched fabric. It was hard not to be so infatuated with the heavy feeling of his pole just aching to burst out. Thankfully, the bathroom lighting was decent enough for him to snap a few more pics to put up on Grindr later if he was feeling extra horny that night. As someone with such a high sex drive as himself, Danny didn’t see any reason to hold himself back. It was why their whole friend group agreed on having Smash or Smash night twice a week at Andy’s place. With all of them needing to get themselves off, it helped to have a personal bottom for the rest of them to stuff their loads into.

Tucking his phone away, the jock swaggered out of the bathroom to take in the view of the rest of his friends sprawled out in the living room. It looked like there was another fierce match going on, with Tariq, Jamal, and Angelo. The three of them were busy duking it out against each other in a free-for-all Super Smash Bros fight, with each of their brows knit tightly together as they locked in. With all three of them sitting side-by-side on the couch, the view was almost comical if Danny didn’t know any better. Their broad shoulders and backs almost covered up the TV screen from behind, but they were quite used to being next to each other in close quarters. Despite them having different hobbies, the group always met up to lift and pump iron together. The only exception was Andy, who was often too tired with his back blown to even leave his apartment. Of course, when it came to Smash or Smash nights, all bets were off. The agreed-upon rule was that whoever was first and second in each match got to have a go with their little slut of a friend. It was really the only reason they all kept him around in their friend group anyway; Andy didn’t really fit in otherwise, besides helping the guys get off.

In the corner, Marcus and Joey were busy plugging up both ends of Andy, with the jocks making sure the small man’s mouth and cheeks were spread wide to take in their thick lengths. It was clear who won the last round then. From the looks on their faces, it seemed like their pass-around bottom was doing a good job pleasuring them. Marcus’ fingers were gripping the other man’s hair tightly as he roughly fucked their friend’s reddened lips. The Asian stud wasn’t exactly one to hold himself back, especially when he had the view of Andy whimpering and tearing up underneath him. On the other end, Joey was filling up any empty space in the room with the loud smacks of his hips against the smaller man’s buttcheeks. If Danny didn’t know any better, Joey’s fervor and determination looked like a man who hadn’t had sex in forever.

Of course, none of them were any wiser about what life had been like before they entered the apartment. Danny, formerly Danielle, had no memory of his life before being a girl who found a solid group of friends to play video games with. Joey and Angelo also had the pleasure of feeling a hefty cock replace their former vaginas, the veiny cocks unfurling and growing in place of their former lives as women. Marcus and Jamal had endured countless years being bullied for their rather unpopular and unattractive visages, with the two of them finding comfort in food and video games rather than lifting weights. But now, the two of them looked more like the people who would have done the bullying, spending most of their days tossing tires and ropes around with loud, obnoxious grunts in the gym. Tariq had been the one to recommend that Andy check out the new store on the corner before they went to the Pride parade, a formerly scrawny man himself who had been smaller than Andy. But now, there was no resemblance to who he had been before, with the only memory being the group of friends plowing their bottom’s hole in one of the alleyways while the Pride parade passed by.

None of this really mattered, though, and if Danny could remember his past life, he certainly wouldn’t care now. He grinned as he watched Joey spurt his load deep inside the twink’s used and abused hole, licking his lips as the white, slick liquid began to drip down onto the hardwood floor below. Marcus had pulled his thick battering ram of a cock out from Andy’s stretched throat, making sure to splatter every last bit of his orgasm over the other’s face. The Asian hunk huffed as he wiped his slicked cock in the other man’s hair to clean it off. If any of the jocks had been more observant, they would have noticed the way a black goo absorbed the fallen droplets, seeping up from the cracks of the wooden floorboards. Instead, Danny was far more focused on grabbing the spare controller and flopping down onto the couch next to Jamal, nudging his friend’s boulder-like shoulders to make some space for him.

"Bro, you're overreacting. Yeah, it looked pretty bad when i got bit, but it's fine now! I went to the doctor, he checked in out, and the only thing left is a weird scar. I got attacked by a weird dog, that's it, you don't have to worry about it."

"Well, I mean the only other thing that has happened was my gains in the gym have been crazy. I mean look at this: I can't even zip up my sweatshirts anymore because of these pecs. I mean look at these things, they're fucking insane! the rest of my muscles are growing just to catch up with these things, I swear this sweatshirt fit better this morning even. I've only got like 3 pairs of pants that still fit, and all of the shirts are busted. I'm hairier too, it's growing in thick as hell."