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to hot to workout

to hot to focus

It was kind of a part of the fun to bump into those guys not really by accident.

Of cause I made sure my little friends were ok, snug in my hand, well placed so they got in contact when I ran into those fellas.

So now, as soon as those guys were out of the gym I put my little friends on the floor where they began to bubble up right away, growing and shaping until they became perfect replica of those shapely gymrats.

"This is gonna be fun!" I smiled, and when they smiled back I knew, that they still were just as eager for some explorations as they were the first time we did this.

You know your best friend is such a nerd. Lately, he's been obsessed with DNA cloning. Heck, like you really want to know what that actually means.

Early this morning, he told you he went to visit the campus gym to "take a survey". You asked him why, but he left you on read for hours.

Guy’s Help Chat Room - Branson University

Kevin0403: Hey guys, can I ask you something?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Sure!

Kevin0403: So, it’s about my college roommate. I was paired up with a jock, and he’s so messy and smelly. I’ve tried to change rooms, but they aren’t accepting it. What can I do?

Damon0397: Leave the school.

Neil5018: Give him some actual f****n’ advice, Damon!

Tony7273: Have you tried just swapping with another student, outside of the residential living office?

Kevin0403: They won’t allow that either.

Chris3882: Man, that sucks.

Damon0397: Why don’t you try being a bit more like your roommate?

Paddy7491: Really, bro!?

Tony7273: It’s actually not a half-bad idea.

Kevin0403: I mean, I guess I could do that, but I’m such a neat freak, and George, well, he’s George.

Neil5018: We can help you out with that, isn’t that right, boys?

Paddy7491: Yeah!

Chris3882: Yeah!

Damon0397: Yeah!

Tony7273: So, first things first, let’s start off small. He’s smelly, so you should be smelly too.

Kevin0403: What the f**k happened!? My pits reek now!

Chris3882: You probably forgot to shower last night, dude.

Paddy7491: Now that you’re smelly, let’s get you a bit messy, but not too literally.

Kevin0403: Haha, very funny, guys. Do any of you have actual tips for me?

Damon0397: I think if you got some abs, then George might wanna actually hang out with you.

Kevin0403: I can certainly try, but I don’t like to work- Holy s**t! I have a six-pack now! What the f**k is going on here!?

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: Guys, something is seriously f****d up here!? Can you guys leave the chat?

Tony7273: No, Kevin, we can’t. We’re not done changing you yet.

Neil5018: I think George might want some nice and juicy pecs to rest on his head before he goes out to party and bang some chicks.

Kevin0403: But George isn’t even- S**T! It happened again, guys! Why the f**k are my pecs so big!

Paddy7491: We already told you, brah!

Damon0397: And you definitely need some big strong arms to hold George when he’s upset and crying.

Kevin0403: I have never seen that man upset once in my life, even after he lost a game! OMFG, stop it guys! I don’t wanna be a jock like George! I just wanted some tips to deal with him!

Kevin0403 tried to leave the chat.

Kevin0403: I yanked my power cord out of the wall and the screen still didn’t f****n’ go away!

Chris3882: Just give in to the changes, Kevin. You’re becoming the jock you’re always meant to be.

Tony7273: Yeah, and jocks need big strong legs no matter what sport they play.

Paddy7491: I think George plays football. It’d be so cool if you guys played together!

Kevin0403: No it most certainly would not! But you f****n’ weirdos already made my leg muscles inflate!

Neil5018: And now for every guy’s favorite body part! A jock has to have a big dick, right?

Chris3882: Yeah!

Tony7273: Yeah!

Kevin0403: Well, uh, I guess I wouldn’t mind my dick getting a bit bigger. But everything else you’re doing to me is so f****d up, guys!

Damon0397: No, it really isn’t, Kevin. Now that you have the muscles of a jock, let’s finish turning you into a jock physically.

Kevin0403: Does this magic or whatever s**t you’re doing to me work when it’s not specific? Yeah, it does, because now I don’t have any fuckin’ acne, my hair’s a different color and cut much shorter, and my back is straighter!

Chris3882: See, we didn’t want you to get scoliosis, brah!

Tony7273: Jocks don’t usually wear button-downs or suits either, unless they’re going to a game. But since you’re in your bedroom or someplace, but not on the field, let’s get you into some jock clothes.

Kevin0403: Why the f**k does my wardrobe need to change! It was perfectly fine before! S**t, now I have on a t-shirt and some athletic shorts! Thanks, guys.

Neil5018: No problem, brah! And when you don’t need to put a shirt and pants on, jocks love to lounge around in their boxers.

Kevin0403: But I’m a briefs guy! And there my f****n’ clothes go! It feels so f****n’ weird just sitting here in my boxers.

Paddy7491: You just need to get used to it, Kevin. You’re a jock now. And now it’s time for the really fun stuff. Jocks love to have sex, brah, so it makes sense you have a high libido, Kevin.

Kevin0403: I have a perfectly fine libido, thank you very much. F**k, I’m so f****n’ horny, I need to jerk off right now!

Neil5018: That’s a good jock, Kevin. Just keep stroking your dick as we finish transforming you into a jock.

Tony7273: Of course, jocks aren’t usually smart. Yeah, some are, but it’s so much more fun when jocks are dumb, just like you are!

Kevin0403: No, I worked so hard to get into this college and get my degree! But, yeah, brahs, it, like, feels so much f****n’ better to just sit back and jerk my dick and not have to worry about, like, any tests or quizzes or homework.

Chris3882: Almost there, Kevin, you’re almost there!

Paddy7491: Sweet, brah! You know, jocks love to flex and show off their muscles to their bros and hot chicks.

Kevin0403: I mean, I have the muscles now, but do jocks normally do that? Man, it feels so f****n’ natural to flex and show off my guns!

Damon0397: Yeah, jocks love to do that, brah! And the last part of being a jock is loving being with your fellow jock bros. Whenever you’re around George or any jocks on campus, you’ll flex with them and act just like a bro should around other bros.

Kevin0403: Like, yeah, man, I’m not gonna f****n’ talk about Euclidean geometry around my brahs! Like, they only care about how many pussies I smashed and how many n00bs I killed in Call of Duty!

Neil5018: Your transformation is finally complete, Kevin. I hoped we all solved your problem!

Kevin0403: Yeah you did! George just texted me to come flex with him and some of the bros in the quad while all the chicks are out!

Kevin0403 has left the chat.

Neil5018 has left the chat.

Damon0397 has left the chat.

Chris3882 has left the chat.

Tony7273 has left the chat.

It was the first piece of the puzzle. You'd always liked the look on all the gym bros, and decided to try it yourself. It felt a bit weird at first. Almost like you were entering the territory of another tribe. This is what gym bros wear, not gay guys.

But then, you are a gym bro. Well, you sure go to the gym. Have done for a few months. Flashfoward a few years, and look at you now.

The loose tank, the scratchy stubble, the sexy studs, the stretch marks from all that new muscle. You actually used to shave your pits; one of those odd gay-boy misfires, confused around what men actually wanted. Now, the pit is free, and out, and freshly sweated from a killer sesh with Kyle and Stu and P Dawg.

You look fucking cool. Hot, actually. You'd never thought of yourself as hot before. You felt like such an indifferent, unremarkable, middle of the road gay man. Crazy what some muscle and a change of clothes will do.

Only, that's just the surface level. The muscles the tank top, the pits - it's all just a natural expression of a growing, confident masculinity. There was a word you used to shy away from. Loved it in other men, of course, what gay guy doesn't? But on yourself? Nah. It felt a bit... fake. Again, someone else's territory.

Only not anymore. The gym is a home away from home, the bros a group of close buddies, the identity - the masc label - a natural, comfortable marker of reality. You're masc. A sexy, studly, cool, masc gay dude, and that's pretty fucking awesome.

he never looks your way? not from what I've heard mate, from what I hear he's be trying to find a way to ask you out for a while, he even wished for things to go smoothly so I guess things seem to be working.

You were surprised when the big hulking goliath came over and sheepishly asked you out on a date, without even a moment to think about it you jumped at the chance.

Later that night he picked you up in his black car, it was cheap and sounded like it needed a service but you weren't gonna complain about some guys car. Once you got in he sheepishly said hello, he was acting like this was his first date and you could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. You noticed he was in workout gear whilst you were in a nice shirt and jeans.

"s-sorry I'm underdressed bro, my jeans don't fit no more"

You laughed at what you thought was a joke but there was something else behind the serious tone of his voice that had you worried. Something else, his car was a mess inside and he stunk. Sure the musky sweat was hot in the gym but when you saw sweat pouring from his pits like a waterfall and saw big sweat marks from where his hands touched his steering wheel whenever he lifted them off.

Soon you pulled up in the carpark of a junk food place. All your excitement for this date completely died off, It wasn't the gym wear that was a turn off, a guy that big clearly wants to show off, but he didn't even shower after the gym? and now junk food as a first date, not even junk food looking at the sunset on the beach or something outdoors, just junk food in the parking lot of the place. You and your nose had had enough, you were already to go home but you felt sorry for him. He was clearly shy and embarrassed, you thought it best not to make a fuss and just not call him back after the date.

The two of you had dinner in his car, You watched him practically inhale 3 deluxe family meals, 3 thick shakes and a hand full of burgers, after which he sat flexing his biceps in his rear view mirror whilst burping. He drove you home and right as you were ready to leave the car the big guy thanked you for giving him a chance, "sorry it was just take out for dinner bro, can't really get into fancy places, look I know I stink and I'm a bit muscle obsessed when I see myself in the mirror but...do you mind if I kiss you bro?"

After the worst date of your life a moment of weakness hit your heart as this giant looked down hanging his head in shame. You leant forward to give him a kiss, when he kissed you he let out a small burp that bypassed your lips, his hot breath flew straight down into your lungs. You leant back feeling like the air was flooding out of your chest to other parts of your body. Your arms ballooned out, your legs tore your jeans to shreads. You felt you underwear start to get caught up in your growing ass. Suddenly you began to sweat like a pig and you smelt a wave of B.O twice as bad as the guy sitting next to you flow out from your skin. You felt you seat grow damp and squelch beneath your now hulking frame as you shot up a foot and a half feeling your head collide with the roof of the car. You continued to change as you heard the giant speak.

"Sorry bro, I made 1 wish, a few months ago, I was dumb and horny and asked some guy to turn me into a muscle slob online, I didn't think I'd really become one. Turns out its really hard to hold down a job or a boyfriend when all you care about is size and your own B.O"

You felt your head fill with blood, you could barely remember where you were or what was going on, it was almost impossible to focus on his last words.

"at least this way we both get what we want out of it"

You head was suddenly re-written, you remember your life, and your old life was like a dream, like something that happened...but never really happened. You remember graduating highschool, but also remember flunking out, too obsessed with the gym? your head was filled with multiple memories and you didn't know what was truely yours. You turned your head to look at the guy who was now slightly shorter than you.

"eeeer?? were you sayin somthin babe? I like totally brain fogged huhu, you thanks for picking me up, lets go get take out"

With just one kiss from the guy you wanted so badly to notice you, you were erased and replaced with a new you, a stinking meat head version of yourself totally and utterly in love with the guy next to you.

This was my roommate Ian 3 weeks ago. He was a pretty good guy, funny, always upbeat, and a great roommate actually. Both of us are gay, but mutually not into each other- making the living situation drama free. As Ian put it, we were both our own gay stereotype. Ian was the twink- dancing up a club till 3am, throwing around sharp sassy humor, and strutting around in colored briefs with colored drinks. Meanwhile to him I was simply the “muscle bro.”

Our unique characters were all well and good but sometimes I just wanted a simple bro around, a dude who’d drink a beer and watch sports with me not just stream endless Bravo. Or a gym partner to pump weights with not just pass time on the elliptical. So I decided to make some changes around the apartment- and by changes I mean breakfast. Everything starts with the right breakfast- especially when the recipes come from the Jocking Manual.

Ian wasn’t really a morning guy. Dancing till 3am or 4am he rarely left bed on the weekends before noon. But I insisted one weekend that I’d make him breakfast and he’d wake up right. He grumbled- but next day I got up early and started on the pancakes. They have their own irresistible smell and sure enough Ian eventually crawled out of room to sleepily sit at the table. He just had a few small bites that first day but he had to admit there were good and that was enough to get things started. 

As each day passed I started watching improvements with pride. He started getting up a little earlier, catching me in the morning to get a plate of pancakes or a little eggs, and then even going for some bacon. By day four he finally caved and joined me for a gym session. He still insisted on cardio work but eventually he joined me at the bench and he caught on to a routine. He even started showing interest in ESPN, watching some football with me although he mostly just commented on which player he’d wanna be fucked by. But by the way he adjusted his shorts I could tell his equipment was undergoing some of its own upgrades. Two weeks in I figured I could take things up a few levels and I went all out on breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, fruit, ham… He was apprehensive by the spread the next morning but after one bite and he was hooked, wolfing down serving after serving.

The rest of the day he was on fire, ignoring the treadmill completely to max out on deadlifts, bench and bicep curls. Back at the apartment he stayed shirtless, his bony skinny frame on full display, as he switched on tonight game voluntarily. As we watched I could see every one of his thin overworked muscles contract and expand ever so slightly and I smirked as he absentmindedly cupped a hand around his arm and flexed. 

Next morning the changes were on a whole other lever. He appeared early at the table eager for food wearing a tank top I never knew he had. His arms had swollen into meaty baseball mounds and chest had thickened into two actual toned pecs. Stubble wrapped around his sharper jawline and even his voice had lost some of its sing-song pitch and dropped a little. “Yo check it out? who’d believe I had abs?” He smirked before excitedly digging into food.

I could’ve left him like that. His boyish charm mixed with a buff lean body and scruff on his chin. He still had some of that clever sassy charisma aaaand he was hot. And ultimately that was a problem. 

That day at the gym I had a hard time not eyeing his new body as we flexed through each set. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face that I’d never seen him have before and the bulge straining his now small tight shorts left nothing to the imagination. I could tell he liked the attention. Sure enough in the showers he slipped into my stall asking for some “help with the soap”. We had a roommate pact to never fuck but… fuck he got hot. One fuck session in the showers turned into a continuous night of dirty horseplay at home, made even hotter by the fact that with every thrust into his round bubbly ass I could feel his body get harder.

That week the sex and the workouts were non stop. But I could tell Ian’s interest was wavering as his attitude was becoming incrementally more alpha. A few days went by and I saw him come out of a shower stall proudly followed by a skinny gym bunny limping to grab a towel. Ian just gave me a wink as he swaggered back to his locker, his half hard meat swinging between his legs. Better finish what I started.  

I kept on serving up my special pancakes. Adding on some special cream and unique powdered sugar to keep things on track. Just like that his arms quickly started to seriously swell. His chest and shoulders put on more mass making his old shirts way too small for his bulking frame. He started borrowing my cut off muscle tees and tanks, and then some jock straps- no doubt for a cock that was fattening into a full on a monster. He started loosing some his sassy cleverness, gaining a slow dumb chuckle as his voice grew even deeper and slow. After a week the old Ian was completely gone. “Eat up bro, need our macros- we gotta bulk this month” as he grinned dumbly flexing in front of the mountain of breakfast he made. I seriously had the perfect room mate. 

He had learned how to live with the quiet.

Evenings were the hardest. The apartment echoed with sounds that weren’t there—laughter from neighbors, traffic far below, the hum of a city that didn’t seem to notice him. He wasn’t ugly, he told himself. Just… forgettable. The kind of guy people spoke around, never to. Love felt like something meant for other lives.

Then, one rainy afternoon, a package appeared at his door.

It was heavier than it looked, wrapped in plain brown paper and sealed with black wax stamped with a symbol he didn’t recognize. No return address. No delivery notice. Just his name, written in precise, confident letters—as if whoever sent it knew him better than he knew himself.

Inside were two things.

A folded pair of black leather pants—soft, impossibly smooth, catching the light like liquid shadow—and a black cap, simple and worn, as if it had already lived a life.

His pulse quickened. He laughed nervously. Just clothes, he thought.

Still… he tried them on.

The moment the leather slid over his legs, the room seemed to exhale. The pants tightened—not uncomfortably, but perfectly. His breath caught as warmth spread upward, deep and electric. His thighs thickened, muscle knitting itself into new shape. His hips narrowed. His stance shifted without him realizing, feet grounding with confidence he had never practiced.

He staggered to the mirror.

His torso broadened, chest lifting and hardening, every line sharpening into definition. Arms filled out, veins tracing beneath the skin. His shoulders rolled back naturally, posture rewriting years of self-doubt. Even his face changed—subtle at first, then unmistakable. Stronger jaw. Focused eyes. A presence that filled the room before he even moved.

When he placed the cap on his head, the transformation finished.

The man in the mirror looked powerful. Controlled. Desired—not because he begged for attention, but because he no longer needed it. The loneliness that had once clung to him like a second skin dissolved, replaced by calm certainty.

A folded note slipped from the empty box.

You were never meant to disappear. You were meant to arrive.