MUSCLE CREATION & TRANSFORMATIONS

Hey Guys,

Following this ridiculous Tumblr purge of all things NSFW I have decided to continue posting my content in other places. I’m still open to suggestions as to other platforms I can use but for the moment I’ll be using Twitter and DeviantArt (Usernames below). Hopefully I’ll find more platforms to start posting on as well - but for now these two will do. Hopefully Tumblr will reconsider when they realise that NSFW blog form the majority of their membership....Until then though :/ 

Twitter: @maker_muscle 

It was the last day of your son’s summer holiday, only one more day until he returned to school and any hope of quality father-son bonding time was completely lost. All summer long you’d tried to engage with your son, you’d booked day trips, taken him fishing, taken him go-carting and more...but he hadn’t been interested in any of the activities you’d arranged. Trying to talk with him was pointless, within seconds of the conversation beginning he’d disappear to his room to sulk. 

Your son had been dreading returning to school, you knew that, but you’d hoped that you could at least give him an enjoyable break. However, the only thing your son had been interested in over the summer had been finding something that would make him ‘cool’ and popular when he returned to school. You’d pleaded with him not to be so harsh on himself but he had his mind set on finding some miracle pill or clinical trial that would finally give him a chance of fitting in with the high school jocks. You’d already confiscated a bottle of dubious looking capsules from him a few days before, worried he’d make himself ill with all of these random chemicals.

Determined that your son’s final day of the summer break would not be spent sulking in his room you decided to go upstairs and offer him the chance to do anything he wanted on his final day off. Knocking on his door you were greeted with the usual forlorn invitation to enter.

“Hey, son! We’ve only got one day of summer break left....you’ve been up here all summer.” you said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“One time offer, son....You can do or have anything you want today, okay? Whatever you want to do, I’ll make sure it happens. You can’t spend the entire summer break without having at least one day doing something you truly want to do...So...what are we gonna do kiddo?” you rambled on, receiving very little interest from your son.

With a dramatic sigh your son looked up at you, throwing his games controller to one side. “You already stopped me from doing what I wanted to do...I want to test those pills out Dad, I paid almost all of my savings for them to try and give myself a shot at getting onto the football team this term” he complained.

“I know son, but they could be dangerous...they could be-” you started.

“I don’t care! Look, if you’re not going to change your mind then get out of my room” Shouted your son. Hurt, you stood up and turned for the door taken aback at how desperately your son wanted to try one of these pills...’hmm, I suppose letting him try one couldn’t do any harm and I am here with him if anything happens...’ you thought.

Turning back to face your son you took the key to the medicine cabinet out of your pocket and dropped it onto his bed. “ Fine. You can try ONE of those pills, but no more than one, and make sure you call me if you feel funny afterwards” you said, already regretting your decision.

Your son, suddenly filled with excitement, jumped from the bed an raced into the bathroom, fumbling around with the lock on the medicine cabinet. Shaking your head you went back downstairs to begin making lunch. 

After a while you realised you’d not heard anything upstairs for a while, I suppose those pills mustn’t have done anything at all to your son after all. Deciding it’s always better to check, you began to climb the stairs listening for any sign of trouble. As you climbed you began to hear a deep rumbling, almost a groaning sound. ‘Far to deep to be my son, maybe he’s trying to move his furniture around again’ you thought. Nearing your son’s room you could hear he was breathing heavily, ‘probably from shoving all that furniture around’ you chuckled to yourself as you pushed open his bedroom door.

As your eyes fell upon the unfolding scene in your son’s room your heart raced. There in front of you was your son, only now his slim, scrawny frame was replaced with a huge hulking mountain on man. His clothes scattered around him some looked as thought they’d been torn off, he propped himself up on all fours wearing only a jockstrap, his colossal frame heaving with exertion. 

“ Oh my God! What HAPPENED to you!” you yelled, not daring to move any closer.

“OHHH FUCK....” your son moaned as his frame continued to thicken, his huge meaty ass stretching the jock to breaking point. “They fucking worked Dad....Look at me!” your son said, his voice unbelievably deep. 

“Son, how many did you take! What on earth was in those things...” you exclaimed, frantically searching for the bottle.

“Only two Dad, I fucking swear it! But fucking look at me now...I’m a fucking beast...my...OOHHHH...my fucking body is so big I can barely lift myself of the ground anymore..my...my arms are so thick with muscle I can’t even bend them anymore!” he moaned, his voiced filled with desire.

“I’m taking these straight to the Dr, we need to find out whats caused this so we can turn you back! Why.....why would you take two..” you stumbled, your son’s huge frame heaving itself upright, his now massive bulk filling the room.

“OHHH...OOHHH NO! FUCK NO...YOURE GOING NOWHERE WITH THAT BOTTLE LITTLE MAN.....MMMNNGG..FUUUCK..JUST LOOK AT ME! I’M A FUCKING MONSTER, SO MUCH MUSCLE....SO MUCH...SO MUCH POWER...I...I NEED MORE!” your son commanded.

He reached forwards and grabbed your arm pulling you towards him, the bottle of pills in your hand now well within his grasp. You looked on as your beastly son shuddered in pleasure, watching his huge cock finally break free of the jock he;d been wearing. 

“MMMM....OH GOD THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! LOOK AT HOW BIG MY DICK IS NOW, ITS ALMOST AS BIG AS YOU ARE LITTLE MAN AND.....AND GODDAMN LOOK AT MY FUCKING FEET THEY’RE HUGE...I’M HUGE...I’M THE BIGGEST FUCKING MAN IN THE WORLD...PACKED WITH MEATY, POWERFUL MUSCLE...” your son went on....seemingly lost in his lust and self worship, using he free hand to rub his mighty muscles and stroke his gargantuan cock. You were lost for words...only hoping that he’d forget about the pills in his lust and that the effects would eventually ware off.

You watched on as your son began to stroke his cock, pumping out rivers of thick, white pre-cum....he moaned as he looked down at you.

“NOW DO YOU SEE WHY I WANTED THOSE PILLS!?” he boomed...”SPEAKING OF WHICH...I’LL BE TAKING THOSE BACK” he said grabbing the pills from your helpless hands. 

“FUCK..THIS FEELS REAL GOOD DAD...BUT IT’D FEEL EVEN BETTER IF I COULD GROW OUT OF THIS TINY FUCKING ROOM....HELL....I MIGHT EVEN TAKE ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO FUCK THE HOUSE...” he laughed, as fear rose up inside off me. I realised he wasn’t joking as he poured out a pile of pills into his monstrous hands and threw them into his mouth. 

Almost instantly his frame began to expand again as he let out a deafening roar of euphoria..”FUUUUCK YEAH.....MORE, MORE......MMMMM FUCK MORE! LOOK AT ME YOU LITTLE BITCH, LOOK AT THE GOD YOUR SON’S BECOMING” he bellowed, the ground shaking as his expanding size caused the floor to collapse and the walls to crumble...he’d literally outgrown the house. His giant muscle ridden body now sprawled all over the street crushing neighbouring houses as he grew...

All around people were screaming, fleeing for their lives as he continued to grow demolishing more and more houses as he went...

“FUCK YEAH YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE SHITS....LOOK AT ME NOW! NOT SO FUCKING SCRAWNY NOW EH?” he roared, as his size became truly enormous...outgrowing the entire street in height and width...

“FUCKING RUN FOR YOUR LIVES...CAUSE I AIN’T DONE YET.....MEET YOUR NEW FUCKING GOD!” his voice boomed as his enormous cock finally erupted causing a literal flood of cum, washing away the remnants of house, cars and the unfortunate people who hadn’t been able to escape.

“OOOHH FUCK! THAT’S BETTER....NOW TIME TO OBLITERATE THIS PATHETIC CITY...” he said as he heaved himself up, standing taller than even the tallest buildings...”I’M A TRUE FUCKING GIANT NOW.....AND I’VE STILL GOT MORE TO COME” he laughed as he shoved the remaining pills into his mouth and strode off towards the city....his gargantuan feet crushing the very earth he walked on....

Just in case you guys hadn’t noticed, I’ve renamed the blog! I just felt that I have changed so much since I first started this blog and my interests, kinks and fetishes have changed a lot too. To me, the old name no longer represented me or my kinks and was not the first impression I wanted people to get about my blog. Also, I kind of feel like changing my Profile and background pics too...so let me know/submit any images you think would good and I’ll decide soon what I’m going to do.

“Come on ‘big’ bro! Get the fuck up...” Dylan taunted, his muscled body looming over you, his meaty pecs jiggling as he laughed at you, laying on the floor. 

Just a few moths ago Dylan had been a scrawny little kid, easy to poke fun at and fun to mess around with, your little brother had always been your favourite plaything. Finally sick of the torment Dylan had decided to start hitting the gym, ignoring the laughter and taunts you and pretty much everyone else threw at him he signed up and soon introduced himself to one of the coaches, asking for help. It was then when everything changed, your role and his switched.

“God, you’re so fucking weak compared to me now” he laughed causing his studly body to ripple with muscle. He looked into your pleading eyes as he pressed his mighty size 13 foot onto your chest pinning you down. “I said GET. THE. FUCK. UP...” he ordered still pushing down with his huge foot. The smell of his feet and the musk coming from his Calvins was overpowering causing you to feel light headed, either that or the unbelievably powerful slap he’d just dealt you that had knocked you to the floor in the first place.

“Dylan..Dylan just...please let me up! I’m sorr-” I faltered. I tried to push myself up but his huge quads didn’t budge. Dylan laughed, a stomach turning sadistic laugh. 

“No...No no no Bro...you’re not sorry yet. I’m just getting started, once I’m through with you then you’ll be sorry...” he threatened ominously. “From now on you call me Sir or Master and I’ll be calling you ‘faggot’ you got that? I’m in charge now, with this new body coach has given me I’m the only man in the house now...not even Dad can protect you” Dylan warned, sliding his sweaty stinking foot from my chest and placing it firmly on my face. I noticed his bulge begin to swell in his tight boxer shorts, I’d never known he was that big down there...I gazed up in awe and fear as I felt my own crotch stir.

“Now, lick my fucking feet faggot” Dylan commanded as he began to flex his huge biceps above me, veins popping out from his incredible forearms. With unexpected aggression Dylan stuffed his salty, sweat laden toes into my mouth, snapping me out of my trance. “I said lick my fucking feet faggot” he said once again as his sweaty feet filled my mouth. 

“MMMMFF...MMM..MMFFFF” I tried to speak, to beg him to stop but his eyes, full of lust told me that was never going to happen. He pulled his toes from out of my mouth and gave me a quick, hard kick in the side. Pulling down his boxers he filled the room with a hot, manly musk...his enormous dick swinging around in front of me. With a few quick tugs Dylan brought his monster to full mast and laughed “Fine...if you won’t service my feet try my cock out instead faggot” he said, reaching down to grab my hair. He pulled me up onto my knees, ignoring my sobbing, and slapped me across my face again, his pleasure and lust growing by the minute. I stared forward at the two tree trunk like legs in front of me, quickly focusing on the giant cock bobbing up and down between them. Looking up at my brother’s menacing face I decided there was only one course of action. 

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around the head of his beastly cock, gagging from the sheer size of it. Trying my best I began to suck my little, or should I say ‘big’, brothers cock, tears running down my face and his manly scent filling my nostrils. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that faggot!” Dylan laughed before cupping the back of my head in his huge hand and thrusting my head forwards, his cock surging down my throat. 

Downstairs I heard a door slam, ‘Thank god! Finally Dad’s here to help’ I thought. His footsteps as he climbed the stairs were drowned out by the brothers guttural moaning, groaning deeper and louder with each second, the force with which he was fucking my throat never faltering. 

“Yo Dad, what’s up...just teaching big bro how things are gonna work around here from now on” you heard him say with cocky grin spreading across his face. As his relentless throat fucking gradually drained you of breath, you began to pass out.

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. 

After his parents marriage had fallen apart, Dale had encouraged his Dad to get into the gym and get in better shape. Dale had been obsessed with the gym since he was old enough to walk, as such he was in pretty good shape, but standing there in front of his muscle beast of a father Dale was lost for words. It had only been a month since his father had taken Dale’s advice and joined the gym but already he was dwarfing the gym regulars. 

“Hhnnng, Oh fuck! Son, look at me…I look incredible!” said Dale’s father “A few weeks ago I was a 40 year old divorcee with a beer gut and now…well now I’m a fucking BEAST…” he laughed, his voice unusually deep.

“Yeah Dad, I ain’t seen anything like it before. You look like a pro bodybuilder already. You’ve not been taking anything stupid have you…there’s some pretty fucked up shit out there…” Dale said, still in awe, his voice tinged with concern.

A flash of anger crossed his father’s face, his already beastly frame swelling a little bigger as Dale spoke. “What the fuck Dale? I’ve not been on anything, just because Daddy is a bigger beast than you in the gym doesn’t mean he’s been taking anything. Maybe I’m just discovering my path, maybe this divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me, maybe I was born to GROW!!” Dale’s father said, getting visibly excited at the thought. 

“Yeah, I know Dad I was just asking…It’s just…nobody comes to the gym and look like a fucking pro bodybuilder within a month…plus you’ve been…you’ve changed in other ways too. You’re more aggressive towards me, your voice is deeper and you’re fucking everything that moves! I can’t underst-” Dale was interupted by his fathers booming laughter.

“Fuck me Son, you just don’t get it! LOOK AT ME…if you had this body, these muscles, this POWER you’d be doing the same. I’m aggressive because I can be..who the fuck is going to stop me now? And it’s not my fault that my body attracts attention…I’ve got girls AND guys begging for a taste of this and I’m sure as fuck gonna take advantage of that. Now STOP BEING A JEALOUS LITTLE BITCH AND COME HERE!” his father raged.

Dale looked on in terror as his Dad began to grow before his very eyes. Every muscle in his godly body swelling and expanding, his muscled frame creeping upwards at an alarming rate. 

“Da…Dad…what are you doing? St..Stop it you’re getting..too bi..bi-” Dale whimpered as his father continued to grow. 

“TOO BIG? haha there’s no such thing boy. Besides I’m just getting started”he boomed. “I’ll let you into a secret boy, I don’t need any of those steroids you were so worried about…as you can see I’m more than capable of growing without them. All I gotta do is get horny or angry and…well LOOK…” Dale’s Dad roared as he lowered his giant frame to the floor. He must have been nearing 15 feet tall by now, his socks and shorts barely  containing his new monstrous feet and his unbelievable cock. Even sitting down his father’s head began to near the ceiling of the gym’s hall, his giant feet stretching towards Dale eclipsing him into shadow. 

“WELL BOY..I SUGGEST YOU DO SOMETHING IF YOU WANT THIS GROWTH TO STOP…BECAUSE I’M SURE AS HELL NOT GONNA STOP IT.” his father roared in pleasure as he stroked his gargantuan cock with one hand and flexing his mountainous bicep with the other. Dale stood there frozen in fear as his father’s foot loomed over him, the smell completely overpowering as his father finally grew wide enough to break through the walls of the hall and let his giant frame spill out into the gym. All around him people began to flee, the once unnaturally big bodybuilders dwarfed by every part of Dale’s fathers body.