ROID PUP

Is it wrong that all I aspire to be is a roid whore?

To dedicate my life to the pursuit of muscle, steroids, sex and more muscle?

Fuck, it’s all I think about.

I want to be objectified. Pumping up, flexing, posing, growing, injecting roids, fucking… it consumes my mind.

I swear I can feel the testosterone in my veins.

My muscles are pumped all the time.

My veins are becoming thick and ropy.

I’ve outgrown most of my clothes.

My cock is constantly hard and dripping precum.

My nipples are so sensitive, that just brushing against them brings me to the edge of cumming.

Sometimes, I can’t believe what I see in the mirror.

Hell, I get off on what I see in the mirror.

I love putting on one of my skimpy stringers and posing in the mirror at the gym.

I love to see the pump happen as I flex, muscles and veins bulging.

Gets me so hard, I have to give into the release.

I’m always thinking about my next injection, because I know it means more muscle, more growth, incessant erections and, well…just more.

See the guy on the left? He's my boyfriend Jack. Just look at him flex his muscles, of course they aren't as big as mine, thats me holding him on the right. To everyone that meets us, we are the perfect couple. Of course, it is only me that knows the truth. The truth that just yesterday Jack was not my boyfriend and I was not the muscle beast I am right now. I was a scrawny college freshman and Jack was my former High School bully that just so happened to be at the same college as me, continuing his torment there. Even worse he was my room mate! That was until I discovered the Chronivac in the Science departments store rooms. I had heard rumours on Reddit and other websites about the existence of the Chronivac, but I had always thought it was one of them CopyPasta stories. I had seen muscular jocks on TikTok claim that they had gained the muscles overnight using it. But nobody actually believed it was real.

Marc looked around as he sat up on the sun lounger, he had been taking in the sun and topping up his tan, but there was something strange going on at this beach that he could not put his finger on it. He had visited this beach with his friend Christian, the two of them had come on vacation together, but he was no where to be seen. The beach was mostly full of other men, although there were a few women here and there. Some of the men were absolute bears, something that Marc could not stand, he liked his men smooth like him. But Christian loved them, it was the reason he had chosen this destination. He said it "Had a way of changing you" whatever that means.

I was always jealous of the other guys on my rugby team. They always seemed to be able to put on muscle with ease, where as I had struggled to put in a pound of muscle. I had worked hard for the muscles I had, but some of the other guys didn’t work out as much as I did and were still bigger, I had put it down to my shitty genetics.

After a tough workout session I found myself in the locker room, and snapped a selfie in the mirror. I looked so small, “I wish I was bigger” I said out loud with a sigh.

I found myself frozen in place, not able to move a muscle. Watching myself in the mirror I saw myself getting bigger, muscles growing larger than I could only dream of. Big pecs, huge arms and massive thighs full of muscle. I couldn’t believe my wish had been granted! My excitement soon turned to horror as while my muscles remained large, fat began to develop all over my body.

A large gut began to expand, while body hair began to grown all over my now much larger body. I watched as my body began to age, I no longer looks like an 18 year old rugby player, my hairline receded, hair falling out leaving only a short buzz, and a beard grew in on my face. I looks older than my dad now.

The final change was a tingling in my pants, as I felt my cock get heavier, it was growing in length and girth until I had a monster between my legs.

I was soon able to move again and I ran my hands over my new body, I wanted to bigger but now like this. Although, as I looked at myself in the mirror and felt my muscles I was starting to like it.

I was wondering how I would explain things to other, when some new memories entered my head. I was still 18, despite what I look like, I just had some hormonal issue and started puberty early. I was now the captain of the rugby team, now being the largest on the team. I was apparently much closer to the team now, my new memories telling me I had fucked most of the team.

Jake and Mark were once the epitome of modern fitness social media influencers. With chiseled abs, lean muscles, and dedication to their health, they lived their lives in the gym, and had gained a large social media following. Jake, prided himself on his sculpted physique, while Mark, was known for his perfectly toned body that garnered thousands of likes with every post. They spent hours discussing protein shakes, workout routines, and the next big fitness trend. Their father, Harold, loved them dearly, but he often felt disconnected from their world. He longed for a simpler time when hard work was valued over appearance.

Their father Harold had always been a bit disappointed in them, he had wanted them to take over the family business and join him in the building trade. He tried his best to convince them, to offer them money, but both of them were to obsessed that they would lose their gains.

So, he decided that he would need some outside help to persuade them and ordered the Chronivac. A device that could alter reality and give him sons he would be proud off. He loaded the device up on his computer and put a simple command in. "Make my sons builders in my company"

As the device hummed to life, reality around them began to warp.

For Jake and Mark, the change started subtly at first, a tingling sensation spreading through their bodies. They both felt an odd warmth in their muscles, a pleasant but unfamiliar heaviness settling in. It was as if their muscles were softening, expanding, and reshaping all at once.

Their lean, athletic frames began to swell, slowly losing the hard definition they had worked so hard to achieve. Their washboard abs softened, gradually rounding out into solid bellies. The skin on their stomachs stretched as they grew, no longer clinging tightly to muscle but rather the fat that was now growing. Their shirts tightening uncomfortably around their growing stomachs.

Jake, who had always prided himself on his slim waist and sharp lines, watched in stunned fascination as his narrow torso thickened. His broad shoulders remained, but now they led down to a body built for strength and endurance rather than aesthetics. His arms grew more powerful but lost their ripped appearance, becoming thick and strong with the kind of muscle that came from years of hard work, not isolated gym sessions. His chest puffed out into a solid, rounded shape that pressed against his shirt.

Mark's transformation mirrored his brother's. His influencer physique shifted into something more natural, more grounded. His once-toned thighs thickened, his legs growing sturdy and powerful, built for carrying heavy loads instead of performing perfect squats. His biceps, though still muscular, became bulkier, his forearms thicker and dusted with a hint of hair, giving him the look of someone who had spent years lifting bricks rather than dumbbells. His belly grew too, growing large than his brothers.

Their faces changed too, subtly at first. Their jawlines softened just a bit, the angles of their cheeks rounding slightly.

As they continued to transform they pressed their growing bellies together.

Their clothes no longer fit the way they used to, they were now tight on their body. But that did not last long as their tight gym shorts and workout tops were replaced with sweatpants and, the fabric stretching comfortably over their new physiques. They looked at each other, both a little bewildered, but also smiling, feeling an odd sense of rightness as if they had finally become who they were always meant to be.

As their bodies continued to shift, so did their memories. The grueling workouts, the strict diets, the endless pursuit of physical perfection—they all faded, replaced by memories of growing up in and wanting to be like their dad. They remembered working alongside their dad on construction sites, learning the value of hard work and the satisfaction of a job well done. Their bond as brothers deepened, no longer based on shared gym sessions but on shared experiences, building together, and enjoying hearty meals after a long day.

When the transformation was complete, Jake and Mark stood before each other, not as the fitness fanatics they once were, but as sturdy, slightly overweight builders with round bellies and strong, capable hands. Their physiques were no longer built aesthetics but for a days hard work.

Your friends had finally talked you into it after months of listening to you whine about being a skinny twink who always ended up bottoming. “Just go get the masculinisation surgery in Turkey,” they kept saying. “You’ll come back huge and finally be able to top like you want.”

You booked the trip, paid the money, and let them flood your system with testosterone and that experimental gene-editing tech. The doctors warned you about the side effects: explosive muscle growth, extra height, body hair going wild, cock growth, and that 95% chance the procedure would flip your orientation. You told them straight up “I’m staying gay. Don’t let that part happen.”

Apparently they listened.

The first week after the surgery was a fever of heat and constant growth. When the swelling finally went down and you stood in front of the mirror in the recovery apartment, you barely recognized yourself.

You were massive.

Dense, powerful muscle had packed onto your once-skinny frame. Your chest had ballooned into two thick, heavy pecs covered in a thick pelt of dark hair that spread all the way down over a solid, rounded gut. Your arms were now veiny cannons, shoulders wide and capped, back flaring out like you’d been hauling steel for years. Your thighs were tree trunks, rubbing together with every step, and your ass had rounded out into something firm and powerful.

Body hair had gone feral. Thick black curls covered your chest, stomach, shoulders, and especially those deep, musky armpits that now gave off a strong, masculine scent every time you moved. Your face had sharpened too, stronger jaw, thicker brows, and a full, dark beard that made you look like a proper manly bear in his early thirties instead of a twenty-three-year-old twink. Even your hair had thickened up into a rugged cut.

Between your legs the change was just as dramatic. Your cock had grown thick, heavy, and long, hanging with real weight and girth. The kind of dick that made other guys stare and immediately start thinking about dropping to their knees.

The clinic had left you with nothing but this tiny rainbow thong as a joke “welcome to the new you” gift. The bright fabric was stretched obscenely over your new bulge and dark bush, the colors popping against all that black body hair. You smirked at your reflection, running both hands over your hairy chest, then lifting one arm to bury your nose in your own pit. The raw, manly stink hit you hard and made your thick cock twitch and start to chub up in the thong.

Still 100% gay. If anything, you felt even more hungry for men now that you had the body to match.

You imagined pinning some cute twink down, shoving his face into your hairy chest and sweaty pits while you used every inch of your new size and cock on him. The thought alone made you throb.

You snapped a quick selfie from low, chest puffed out, gut proudly on display, beard framing that cocky new grin, rainbow thong barely containing your heavy bulge and bush.

Your friends back home are going to lose their shit when they see you. The skinny bottom who used to complain about never getting to top is gone. In his place is a hairy, bearded, thick-dicked muscle bear who’s finally built exactly how you always wanted.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

My thick bear cock was aching, leaking precum down my hairy thigh. I found Ethan at the bar, a cute, smooth, skinny twink who looked nervous but excited when I pressed my massive gut against him and invited him back to my place.

As soon as we got through the door, I had him bent over the bed.

I didn’t go slow.

I shoved my fat, throbbing bear cock deep into his tight little hole in one powerful thrust. Ethan moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as I started pounding him mercilessly, my heavy hairy belly slapping rhythmically against his smooth back.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” I growled, lost in the pleasure.

I had no idea Compound B was still contagious.

I fucked him harder, deeper, grunting like a beast as my heavy balls tightened. When I finally roared and unloaded inside him pumping thick ropes of hot bear cum deep into his guts,I thought that was it, that this would be a pump and dump.

Then Ethan started whimpering.

“Oh god… something’s happening…”

The changes hit him fast and hard.

It started in his ass. I felt his hole suddenly clench and pulse around my cock as it loosened and deepened, becoming a proper bear hole. Then his spine arched as his back broadened, shoulders widening with audible pops. His smooth chest began to itch violently, dark, coarse hair sprouting rapidly across his pecs, spreading downward in thick waves until his entire torso was covered in a dense, musky pelt.

His stomach was next.

Ethan gasped as his belly surged forward, swelling dramatically into a huge, soft, rounded gut that hung heavily. Thick hair continued to spread over the new belly, covering every inch. His nipples darkened and thickened, becoming sensitive bear tits that begged to be played with.

“Fuuuuck!” he cried out, voice cracking and dropping into a deep, gravelly rumble.

His arms ballooned with fat and muscle, biceps thickening, forearms growing strong and hairy. His legs followed his thighs exploding in size, calves rounding out, everything covered in thick fur. His face pushed forward, jaw squaring off as a full, bushy beard exploded across his cheeks and chin, he looks much older now. Made even older as his hairline receded slightly, giving him that perfect mature bear look.

His cock was the last to change.

It swelled dramatically in my hand as I reached around to stroke him growing longer, thicker, heavier, until he had a fat, uncut bear cock leaking against the underside of his new massive gut.

When it was finally over, Ethan , now a big, hairy, bearded bear just like me, collapsed onto the bed, panting, his enormous furry belly rising and falling with every breath.

He slowly sat up, staring down at himself in disbelief. His big hands roamed over his heavy gut, squeezing the soft, hairy flesh, tugging on his new thick nipples. His fat cock twitched hard against his belly.

“What… what the fuck did you do to me?” he growled in his new deep voice, looking equal parts shocked and insanely turned on.

I stared at the massive bear I had just created, my own cock already getting hard again.

“I didn’t know it could spread like that…” I admitted, voice thick with lust.

Ethan looked down at his transformed body once more, then back at me with hungry eyes. He gave his heavy belly a slap, watching it jiggle, and grinned.

tom prince does a 3 point stance in posers, then get oil rubbed in ass

a little AI upscale and boom , looks pretty good

I probably shouldn’t have taken the injection.

“Compound B” the guy at the clinic smirked as he jabbed the needle into my ass. “Gonna turn you into a proper bear, boy. Big, hairy, and hungrier than you’ve ever been.”

The heat hit me like a freight train.

It started in my balls, a deep, throbbing ache that made my cock swell instantly, thickening in my shorts. Then the real changes began.

My gut surged forward, ballooning into a massive, heavy bear belly that forced my shirt open with a loud rip. Thick, coarse black hair erupted across my chest and stomach, spreading rapidly until my entire torso was covered in a dense, musky pelt. My pecs swelled into two heavy, soft, hairy slabs, fat nipples hardening as they pushed through the fur. My beard exploded outward, thick and wild, while my face rounded into a proper daddy bear look.

“Fuuuuck…” I growled, my voice now a deep, gravelly rumble that made my own cock twitch.

I was rock hard. My new, thicker cock strained against my underwear, leaking precum as the changes continued, it looks like it my have shrunk in length, but the increase in girth more than made up for it. My ass plumped up into two heavy, hairy cheeks. My thighs thickened, covered in fur. Everything about me felt bigger, heavier, and hornier.

By the time it finished, I was sitting on the couch completely transformed. I was nowa massive, hairy bear with a huge gut resting on my lap, thick fur everywhere, and a raging hard in.

I couldn’t stop touching myself.

My big, meaty hands roamed over my hairy belly, squeezing the soft flesh, tugging on my sensitive nipples. Every touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. I was leaking like a faucet, a wet spot growing on the fabric.

“God damn… I need to fuck,” I groaned, stroking my thick bear cock slowly.

The urge was overwhelming. Not just any fuck. I needed twinks. Skinny, smooth, eager little guys who would moan and squirm under my heavy body. I wanted to pin one down, smother him with my hairy gut, and bury my fat bear cock deep inside his tight hole, stretching its wide while he whimpered.

I could already picture it, me grabbing some cute college boy, pressing my massive furry belly against his back, growling in his ear as I bred him senseless, taking his virginity. The thought made me throb harder.

I stood up, my heavy body jiggling, cock bouncing between my thick thighs.

Compound B hadn’t just made me a bear.

It had turned me into a horny, insatiable bear daddy with one mission: