Sin título

Wouldn’t you have the same expression if your roomie was the captain of the bodybuilding club?

2k follower celebration post!!

A continuation of the concept of Superfood, though not a direct sequel to the original. You can find the original here. Sorry about the delay! Time got away from me yesterday. Hope y’all enjoy!

———

Cory and Nate (center and left, respectively) were getting ready for the party that afternoon. Their friend/roommate Benji (right) was turning 22 that day and they only had a few more hours until he was back from his shift at work. It was the summer right after each of them had graduated from college, and this was for all intents and purposes their “last gathering” before they all went their own ways for work life. Nate had a big thing about what he called ‘double digit-double digit’ birthdays—like 11, 22, 33, and so on, so he wanted to satiate his superstition by making sure his friend heralded in this birthday properly. He thought that there was something special about such birthdays, something transformative and a transition from one stage of life to the next.

Who knew how right he was?

"Damn bro! How'd you get so big so fast?!"

"I know, right? I just lift until I can't anymore...I eat until I can't anymore..."

"Can we fuck until we can't anymore?"

@biceptopia

PART ONE

Literal Wishes: Growing the Herd

Life had changed a lot for David since his little brother wished to be ‘as big as a bull’. Now Caleb was huge in every way, but Jake their older brother was now Caleb’s jockstrap, Jake had wished to be a 'hot jock’.

David was learning to live with it, his parents on the other hand were struggling. Mainly because they had been searching for Jake since he vanished, David didn’t have the heart to tell them that their eldest child was currently supporting their youngest son’s monster bull cock and sweaty balls. They had hardly noticed that Caleb had gone from short teen to muscle mountain.

Caleb though was loving life and he and David were actually closer as brothers since he’d found the Djinn. Caleb had come out of the closet to David a few weeks after the wish was made, it would have been sweet, but David had just walked in on Caleb jerking off to the European Diving Championships. So hearing that his little brother was gay had been tainted by his little brother being naked and covered in cum and sweat.

David found it funny that Caleb had turned out to be gay, especially seeing as Caleb had fucked the cheerteam and girls volleyball team before he noticed he liked boys. Also the Djinn had made him a bull 'only good for lifting and fucking’, so it looked like a couple of the girls were carrying their own little Celebs now.

Celeb though had taken full advantage of his new sexuality, David had lost count of how many times he caught Caleb doing cam shows for hundreds of gay guys at a time. David would watch as Caleb flexed his huge arms and bounce his pecs. He would only stop when Caleb started to heave his giant cock out.

Which leads to the constant jerking off, Caleb was a cum machine, and it was getting old. Puddles of cum were littered around the house and the stink of cum was started to strip the paint from the walls. It turned out that Caleb terrified any guy he brought home once he whipped out his monster, so Caleb was still a gay virgin, even with his regular underage trips to the local clubs. But a bull really needed release, so Caleb was jerking off everywhere.

David knew he should be doing something to help his littler brother, he was the 'elder’ brother now that Jake was gone. And speaking of Jake, David had seen him around a couple times, mostly being stretched out by Caleb’s thick thighs and bulging basket. But one time David found Jake hanging from the bed post of Caleb’s bed when the bull was showering.

David picked Jake up and could feel the dull warmth that was always causing Caleb’s bull nuts to sweat. David took a whiff of Jake, the smell of Caleb’s musk and salty cum filled his nostrils. But there was no sign of Jake in the loose fabric, even though Jake was trying to scream for David’s help, he’d had enough of Caleb’s cock.

After the short reunion with Jake, David had taken it upon himself to find the Djinn. It didn’t take long to find some signs of his work, and most of them were in David’s area.

The first was another guy from school, Greg a greasy nerd who’s older brother worked at the local gym. He’d always been jealous of his big muscled brother. So when he found the Djinn he wished 'to grow some muscle’.

David found out what happened to Greg when he talked to the gym trainer brother. He told David how Greg had been turned into a tub of protein powder, then David noticed how the brother was downing a protein shake and an empty tub was poking out of the trash. It was like the brother didn’t even realize that he’d drank his brother. As least Greg had helped his brother get into shape for his first bodybuilding show.

Another victim of the Djinn was Kevin another boy from school, he was in Caleb’s year and he had wished 'to be cuter’. Kevin had been an unfortunate looking boy and now he was the cutest little puppy David had seen.

David could see the pattern, the protein tub, the puppy, both boys had gone to his and Caleb’s school. So the Djinn was targeting students, Jake had only been 'jocked’ because he was with Caleb when the Djinn found Caleb.

David headed for school the next day and around lunch he went to find Caleb, he found him in the usual place, the gym. Caleb was at the back lifting giant weights. But near the entrance was the football team with a green skinned boy, a boy who must be the Djinn.

“So you get three wishes….but these are for your whole group” the Djinn grinned “You did summon me together”

The young built teens quickly talked out their wishes. A few mentioned Caleb, which got David worried.

“We wish to be like Caleb” the quarterback asked “We’ll be unstoppable on the field if we were his size”

The Djinn nodded “So you want to be like bull boy…..part of his herd”

“Yea, part of his herd” another jock replied

The Djinn turned and looked to David “You want in on this wish”

David shook his head.

“Clever boy” the Djinn smirked and clicked his fingers

There was a puff of smoke and the football team were gone. In their place was a herd on skinny smooth boys. All of them barely 5 foot, all of them with giant swollen asses. All of them groaning and moaning for 'Bull’.

“Hey, bull boy” the Djinn called over to Caleb “Remember I said you were only good for fucking”

“And lifting” Caleb added, a dumb grin on his face as he jogged over to the Djinn

David blushed as his little brother cock swung in his shorts, Caleb wasn’t wearing Jake today.

“Yes, yes, and lifting” the Djinn smiled “Well our deal is done, you freed me, so I made you big, and now I’ve got you some holes to fuck”

David’s eyes widened, Caleb had caused all of this. He’d planned every wish and change.

“Not the protein and puppy wishes” the Djinn added, then he read David’s shocked face “Yea, I read minds” he smirked “I’ve been following you, I would have turned you into something, but I promised bull boy that I wouldn’t do anything to you”

“So Caleb planned this” David asked

The Djinn nodded “He wished for me to be released from my prison, so I helped him get some revenge, I was happy to do it, turning Jake into a jockstrap was nice and kinky”

Caleb had gotten started on his herd, his big hands wrapped around one of the jock’s slender waists as he plunged the boy’s big plump butt down onto his monster cock.

The other boys were waiting their turn, but one pulled at the Djinn’s pants.

“We still have two wishes” he cooed, his voice high pitched and lisping

The Djinn smiled “Yes you do”

“I wish we had another bull…. one isn’t enough” the boy asked

“Fuck” Marty exclaimed as his forehead slammed into the top of the doorframe  

Luckily no one noticed, the hall was too noisy. He took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold and into his high school, ducking his head a little as he did so. The noise died, eyes watching him, he smiled and puffed out his chest. He could actually hear the treads of the gold’s gym tank he wore strain. Maybe he’d gotten too big, he thought. 

Then he chuckled to himself, his laugh deep and oozing dominance, no such thing as too big he corrected himself. His fellow students were silent as he passed, his wide size 18 sneakers thudding with each step. There was even the sound of flesh slapping flesh, Marty was free balling. He thanked his mom for putting out some clean black basketball shorts this morning, any other colour and his soft arm sized meat would be plainly visible bounced against his tree trunk thighs. At least it could be mistaken for a trick of the light.

He stopped at his locker, his insanely wide shoulders forcing the students either side of him to take a step back. Their eyes wide with realisation at who he was. Yea, that’s right, I’m Midget Marty, he thought to himself, his internal voice still his old nasally one and not the Barry White like bellow he now boasted. He knew it would be hard to see any of the old Marty in his new body. No glasses, no zits, no terrible nerdy clothes. He only wore tanks and shorts now, he’d hadn’t had time to order new everyday clothes, only the couple sets of workout gear he’d gotten after his growth. He scratched at his chiselled jaw, stuffing his bag into the locker, he’d get it before class, he had something to do first. Closing the locker with a light flick of his wrist, caused his bicep to swell. He heard a girl gasp, he smirked. Then noticed the entire wall of lockers shake when he accidentally slammed his locker closed.

“Still gotta get used to that” he muttered to himself, the strength took some getting used too

He continued past the silent students, some took a couple pictures. He tried to flex his arm or bounce his heavy pecs in time with the flashes of their cell phones. Heading towards the school gym thinned the crowd of students. He let out a sign, it was hard for Marty to return to school. He’d spent most of the Christmas break flexing and working out, making YouTube videos about his epic body. He’d been a cocky beast for the last couple weeks, but now he was having to deal with people who knew the old him. His phone buzzed, a couple reblogs from his tumblr, it had changed a lot in recent days. No anime reblogs, just flexing pics. And his PayPal had noticed the difference.

Catching sight of a mirror on a wall of the hallway set his new show off mentality off. He pulled his phone out of the skin tight pocket of his shorts, his shorts were so tight at the back, you could probably read the serial number off his phone, not to mention count the hairs on his muscle ass. Completely relaxed, without flexing or having any sort of pump, he snapped a selfie. Then another and then another. Marty looked over them and picked the best one.

“First day of school after Christmas, looking swole, hope sophomore year sees more gains” he typed and posted the selfie onto his tumblr. Instantly there was a burst of reblogs.

He smiled and pushed the door to the gym open and headed in, not hitting his head this time. Marty was looking for the coach, he’d made a promise to Marty before Christmas and with all this growth he couldn’t refuse him now. Marty had wanted to be on the team for ages, always asking for a tryout. But he was refused, he just wasn’t good enough, or tall enough, or fit enough. He was all of those things now. His fist thudded heavily against coaches door.

“Come in” Coach called

Marty opened the door and ducked into the room.

“Holy fuck” Coach said a smile on his face “Sorry… Shouldn’t of cursed”

Marty shrugged his huge shoulders.

“It’s ok coach” he said

“Coach…” The teacher questioned “Did I train you when you were here at highschool”

Marty laughed “No it’s me Marty, I’m here about that tryout you promised if I…well… Got bigger”

Coach nodded, barely any shock on his face, he must of heard the rumours about Marty’s growth. Coach gestured for Marty to take a seat.

Marty lowered his meaty muscle ass down onto the office chair in front of Coach’s desk. His big hand having to pull his salami like cock out from between his thick legs. He’d learned the hard way not to sit on it. The chair creaked, but it didn’t break, Marty breathed a sigh of relief. His pecs heaving with the breath.

“So about that tryout coach” Marty asked expectantly

The Shirt

Just around three years ago Kyle Patterson ceased to exist, and an XL long sleeve white shirt look his place. No one was there to see it happen when Kyle collapsed in on himself and fell into a pile of white cotton in the middle of his dorm room. Kyle was found three hours later by his computer programmer roommate Neil, if you asked him why he did, he’d say it was just because it felt right, but the second Neil walked into his dorm room he pulled off his shirt and pulled Kyle on.

It took 3 days before Neil called the police about Kyle’s disappearance, nothing came of it. Just another run away, the police didn’t even question why Neil was wearing a shirt that hung around his knees. Within a month Kyle was quickly forgotten, and no one replaced him at Neil’s roommate.

Not that Neil noticed, he became a hermit, spending every hour he wasn’t in classes in his dorm room. Always wearing the shirt, everyday, every hour, always wearing the shirt. It only got washed once a week and he’d watch it flop around through the machine window.

Very few people noticed him, but as freshmen year went on people started to notice. Up until two frat boys swaggered through the dorm, up to his door. The door had a whiteboard on it, it still had Kyle’s name up on it, Neil was too preoccupied to erase him. The frat boys knocked, and knocked again.

Neil opened the door, in just the shirt and his boxers. Gone was little computer geek Neil, with his spindly arms and legs, greasy hair and horrible ache. A freshmen muscle god stood at the door, the shirt filled to perfection, still a little loose, but just tight enough. One of the frat boys had his eyes on Neil’s pec shelf, the other was staring at the skin tight boxers and the still hard cock that had just been hidden away midway through a jack off session.

Neil was taller as well, his head grazing the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. But between the thin gaps between Neil’s solid muscle and the wooden frame a thick, eye watering, virile musk oozed out and into the frat boys awaiting nostrils.

“Hi” the crotch eyed frat boy greeted

“HEY” Neil grunted his voice shaking the air around them

“Hi” the pec eyed frat boy added

“SO” Neil asked, scratching his pec

Beneath the cotton his thicken pelt of chest hair teased the shirt, making what was left of Kyle giggle.

“Ummmm” crotch eye cooed

He was still staring at the throbbing member in Neil’s boxers, a growing wet patch appearing near the apple sized cock head.

“We wanted….” pec eye announced, shaking Neil’s musk away from his face “We wanted to ask why you didn’t try to join our frat”

Neil just shrugged his huge shoulders, which caused Kyle to strain a little against the beefy muscle beneath his fabric skin.

It didn’t take long for the two frat boys to convince Neil to join up. A day or so later Neil was moved in and already turning crotch eye who was named Ike into his personal cum dump. Kyle got a great view of the furious fucked that Neil inflicted on Ike, as Neil even wore his favourite shirt while he was slamming his increasing large cock into Ike. 

This continued for the rest of freshmen year, Neil would study, workout and fuck, all while wearing his favourite shirt and former roommate, Kyle. Sometime in sophomore year Kyle lost his sleeves, Neil burst out of them one day when he was showing off to some girls. Who he then carried up on his massive shoulders to his room and fucked for a record 9 hours straight. Kyle had fun that night, even if he hurt a little from the rips in his fabric body. 

It only got worse for Kyle there, in junior year Neil’s bull neck tore the collar. Also after a run in with a splintered doorframe a small tear appeared on the lower half of Kyle. It was there for a while till Ike who was in his last year of college and spent most of his free time getting fucked by the increasingly monstrous Neil decided that Neil should turn Kyle into a cut off workout shirt. Neil spent the rest of his junior year and the beginning of his senior year running around with his furry abs on show for everyone. 

Then the worse happened for Kyle, he fell apart in the washing machine. Neil’s current conquest a top heavy blond cheerleader decided to wash Kyle, as Neil hadn’t in three months. She was very apologetic to Neil, as you would be to a 7ft4 muscle behemoth who’s cock was like heroin for who ever rode the monster. He never saw her again, he couldn’t forgive her. Though he did fuck her a few times before he threw her out. 

The rest of senior year for Kyle was spent as a cum rag. He’d grown to know Neil’s torso very well, but know he was learning every ridge of Neil stallion level man meat. Kyle wasn’t even sure how many loads of chewy cum Neil had dumped onto the small square of fabric that Kyle was now. 

At the end of senior year Neil got recruited to some football team instead of choosing to work for one of the computer companies who’d tried to recruit him. The guy even though he was huge was still a nerd, he’d never even touch a football once during his entire time in college. Kyle was proud of his former roommate, even if he wished Neil would fuck more people and stop dumping loads over him. 

Kyle thought his life was over when Neil left college, he thought a trash can was his future. But Neil was still attached to the remains of his favourite shirt, the shirt that had been with him during the massive growth spurt that turned him into a muscle monster. So Kyle probably shouldn’t be surprised when Neil got what was left of Kyle stitched into the lining of Neil’s new jockstrap. 

Magic Speedo 2

A lot of changed in the last few days, I was having sex at least 12 times a day, I had Dan a beautiful yet utterly cock hungry bimbo servicing me whenever I wished and I now had the body of a god. I owed everything to the odd beachfront shop and the magical clothes that were sold within, namely two speedos, one which gave me a horsecock and the other that made Dan a dumb, plump assed cum dump, and a pair of massive flip flops which had made me a 7ft4 400lbs behemoth. Weird to think I had been the kind of guy who’d never be seen dead without a shirt and now I don’t think there is a shirt around that could cover my beefy torso.

Right now Dan was frolicking through the surf, his hot pink speedo clinging to his rounded ass and it bounced with each of his steps. He’d been some arrogant preepy jock, but now that personality was long gone. He still looked the same, toned and styled brown hair, but the speedo had inflated his lips and his athletic ass. Both were now the perfect cock hostler for my monster sized equipment.

Seconds after I’d slipped on the flip flops I had Dan sucking me off, his fattening lips still struggling to stretch wide enough. I though was stretching too, getting taller and taller. My shoulders were broadening and every muscle on my body was swelling with strength. Dan didn’t know what hit him, mainly cause I had his face pinned to the wall while I fucked him, but also because no one in history had been built like I was now.

He still got a little burst of shock in his big eyes when he looked at me, like now as he turns around and realises I was standing much closer then he thought. My heaving sea soaked pecs hanging over his head. His eyes like they always did now would run down my thick abs and to the overstuffed bulge of my speedo. I’m sure I could hear his closed mouth fill with saliva. The little cum dump was hungry.

I reached out with one hand and pulled him over by the shoulder, his face slapped lightly against my pecs. His nose buried deep in my muscle cleavage. My hand ran over his shoulder and down his back, finally cupping his plump ass cheek and lifting him out of the surf. I could of just fucked him there on the beach, but there were people watching me, eyeing my muscles as they flexed with every movement. So instead I galloped towards the beach huts and palm trees that lined the beach, I’d fine somewhere quiet to pump a load into Dan.

I found somewhere very quick, a second later and my cock would of torn my speedo, thankfully I found out the first night with Dan that the clothing’s effects were permanent. I had Dan on his knees and almost slammed the poor cock sucker through the pale painted wood of a beach hut. A number of trees would only give a peeping-tom with hawk like vision a show of what I had planned.

If I didn’t have any willpower the sound of my wrist fat steel pipe of a cock slapping against the warm dumbstruck face of Dan would of had me shooting volleys of cum. Dan went straight to work, my thick dark pubes hitting his nose near instantly. It was like his throat was made for me, or at least I’d reshaped it to fit my cock.

I literally just stood there and let Dan impale his throat on my meat rod. My huge hands steadying myself against the beach hut, my massive flip flop clad feet leaving deep imprints in the floor. Dan had either learnt a lot over the last few days or his own transformation had made him an expert, but he was doing a twirling motion with his tongue which would push me to the edge, only for my inhuman stamina to push me back.

I always knew when it was time to unleash the cum torrent, Dan would start to gag and splutter, like his cock sucking instincts where shutting down. He would look up at me with watery eyes and a mix of salvia and pre-cum splattering out of his overworked mouth and I’d smirk, give my pecs a bounce and carry on fucking his throat for another 20 minutes before emptying my bull nuts down his gullet.