I sat at my desk in the gym. It had been good to take some time off, but now I was back after 6 months with a brand new workout regime and a whole new diet planned for my gym comers.

Two girls were doing sessions in the gym that morning, but I was going to be late, so I had left Natalya and Katerina preparation instructions for their special protein shakes. I had picked up the recipe in my travels to South America, and it had a whole blend of rare plant extracts, as well as whey protein from a unique cow breed from a mountain region. It was extremely expensive, but the gains I had made within the last 6 months, without even having proper gym equipment, were a testament to its marketability.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good now, trim and I’d gained almost eight pounds of muscle. The slight side affect made its presence known then, and I quickly sat behind my desk to hide my sudden raging erection.

It was then that I noticed the instructions had fallen behind the desk. Oh crap, I hope they had managed to mix it alright. I checked the cupboard. SHIT! They had taken the whole stock! That was worth thousands! I quickly got up to go after them, when my phone buzzed.

It was Katerina. She was in the locker room and removed her shorts for this one, to show the edges of her new quads. I was impressed - it seemed she’d made some serious progress since I left. Slightly risque photo though. I zoomed in to examine her-

BUZZ

Natalya’s message popped up now.

“Like it bigger, boss? ;)”

And she was. I could see Natalya’s glutes standing out further, and her lower bicep had made significant gains in the last-

Buzzzzz buzzzzz

2 more from Katerina. I flicked to those pictures, and my eyes widened.

In the moments between which she had taken these 2 photos, I could see her abs ripple and harden, standing out further. Now that was one flex trick–

Another photo popped in and, to my shock, I could see an eight pack had literally formed where none had been before. I gasped as I also saw her guns had swollen to almost twice their size between the pictures. She was winking in this last one and blowing a kiss. Against my will, my erection sprung out further…

I had to get up and go and stop them wasting all of the– BUZZ

Another photo from Natalya

“Am I GAINing you approval, sir?”

Holy fucking shit. Her leg muscles had contorted and thickened. Her ass was now densely packed glute, toned beyond imagining. She was massive. Her v-chest showed large rippling slabs of muscle now covering her chest, every inch defined, as if she had been professionally bodybuilding for over 10 years. Her arms looked sculpted from granite, like they could crush rocks. Then I noticed. What the… I mean, the flirting had been one thing, but she was literally giving a shake weight a handjob in this pic. Natalya was seriously up for it. My cock stirred in arousal, and then I realised. The side effect… They had consumed ALL of the product!

BUZZ 

“Hah, not bad, Nat. But - THIS - is swoll.”

Katerina was… bigger. Not just more muscly, but actually larger. Her panties had grown super tight on her, stretched to its limit as she stood on the stairs, and her shirt was practically bursting from her chest trying to burst out of it. I could see her shoes had torn, and toes were exposed, and her stride now covered 4 of the steps up from the locker room downstairs. She had put on a huge amount of bulk, and though she wasn’t as defined as Natalya, she more than made up for it in the size of her muscles, along with her bizarre actual growth…

What the fuck was I going to do?

BUZZ

Natalya was striking a sexy pose, and I could read the caption “Get me a band aid, cutie, because I am CUT!”

And indeed she was. All her muscles strained as she lifted the… the machine. The blood drained from my face, directly into my cock. The photo was taken from Natalya’s feet and showed her lying on the floor. I could see her enormous biceps, dwarfing her head in between them, holding the bench press machine aloft above her head. Her legs were splayed from side to side, and she had either outgrown or ripped off her shorts, which lay in tatters around her, putting her pink glistening pussy on display.

Why was I still sitting here? I should call someone or do something!

I heard a crash, and the floor rumbled. Then a second rumbling began, rhythmically like giant… steps. A picture appeared on my screen.

Katrina was gigantic. Her head was banging the ceiling in this photo, and her hulking muscles rippled in the still. Some of the screen was covered by an enormous thumb, obviously difficult for her to take the photo. She had managed however to type out “bigr” before sending it. Her shoulders were swollen and her arms were like kegs. Somehow, her boobs were still showing atop the powerful broad chest, and I could see the edge of a hard nipple just above where her thumb obscured the photo.

Suddenly a voice shook the entire building

“He’s MINE, SLUT!!” boomed Natalya.

“Oh, PLEASE, bitch, like you have a chance!” sneered Katarina, her voice thundering like a jet engine

A roar of anger, and the sound of splintering wood as something huge was thrown and came crashing through the wall.

I cried out in terror and leaped to my feet, but not before my still swollen erection banged into the desk painfully. I rubbed it, trying to soothe it, when the rest of the wall came down.

“Careful! You nearly broke him!” Natalya said, defensively as her titanic muscles carved through the wall, through the dust I could see a form that made the Hulk look puny. 

“Oh shit! I’m sorry… Why don’t we share?!” said Katerina, her tone thick with lasciviousness. 

“Mmm… if mister boss doesn’t mind and thinks he’d like us both.” replied Natalya

“Oh, he’s GONNA like it.” came Katerina’s voice, and I heard the ceiling crumble under her.

Never mind the thousands from the drink, or my gym being destroyed. My cock throbbed persistently, and I saw a large hand reaching through the dust cloud.

Thrift ’N Shift

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Mark smiled as he walked into the store. With the economy the way it had been, thrift stores like these were a godsend to teens and adults alike. Electronics, clothes, cookware, you name it, they usually had something to offer. What better place to burn a few bucks?

The store was well stocked with many an item on clothes racks or stored on shelves and in cases to view. Mark made straight for the clothing. If he was going to have a laugh, this would be a good place to start. He couldn’t help but smirk as he eyed one of the hangers. Two thin straps draped on either branch, hemmed with blue, yellow, and orange thread. A veritable rainbow spectrum shone across the brand label over the left side of the chest.

A lift of the hanger and one click of his cell phone later, and he’d sent the text.

Who wants to see me in this?

The flood of emotes ranged from crying laughter to shut eyes laughing and more. The messages varied, but their intent was about the same, that single push of, DO IT!

Mark swept a few extra random articles for good measure and made his way toward the dressing room. The stall was spacious and included a tall mirror for the occupants to see how the clothing fit. Mark didn’t hesitate. He quickly stripped out of his shirt and shuffled the tank top over his body. The shirt felt more like a nightgown than a proper garment, but at least it didn’t fall off his shoulders. He chuckled and raised his phone, then snapped a quick selfie.

What do you think, “bros?” :P

DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!

BRO!

I can’t believe you actually did it!

Mark couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the attention flooding in. The phone continued to ping as he gazed at his reflection and rubbed his chin. If he really wanted to up the hilarity, he knew what he needed to do. He flexed a bicep and held the phone overhead, then snapped.

Do you even lift, bro? #python #big gun #LOL #Muscleheadamok #Bruh

He chuckled as another flood of replies flowed in. As he looked over the picture, he couldn’t help but rub his chin in thought. The way the straps fell over his chest actually didn’t look half bad. A little uneven, though.

He strode out of the room briefly and tapped a patron on the shoulder. “Excuse me. Sorry to be a bother, but could you just take a quick picture for me?”

The man who turned to face him was portly with a white sweater vest draping over his frame. An old fashioned smoke pipe curved from between his lips to rest against his palm as he blinked and focused on the teen. “What was that?” the man asked. The accent that flowed was a strange blend of American and British, almost as if he were trying to force it. He furrowed his brow as his waxed mustache twitched. “Oh, a picture. Of course. Of course. No trouble.” He proffered a hand and easily panned the frame while he clenched the pipe in his teeth.

The camera flashed. Mark blinked. He didn’t remember turning that function on.

“I hope that worked, young man. I never can seem to get these phones to work properly. Confounded things are more trouble than they’re worth, if you ask me. Give me my pipe and a good book any day of the week.” Smoke billowed from between the man’s lips, but he didn’t seem to care or mind the fact he was smoking in the store. Had he … been doing that before? The accent definitely sounded more authentic this time around. Maybe it was practice? Practice does make perfect.

“Uh, … thanks,” Mark said as he seized his phone. The man smiled and walked away, leaving what appeared to be a pager on the floor as he disappeared into the crowd. Another blink, and the device suddenly had a price tag on it. Mark crouched, picked it up, and placed it on one of the many shelves nearby. Though he had no idea who would want to even buy something so antiquated. He chuckled as he walked away and peered at the photo. His hair had been carefully styled to emphasize his forehead without making it overly large compared to the rest of his frame. The muscles under the fabric were toned, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He wasn’t a musclehead, but he looked good. “Not bad, ‘bro.’ Huhuh.”

The chuckle felt almost like a cough, and Mark rubbed his throat as his eyes furrowed. He circulated the photo in the thread and smiled as the replies flooded in.

Dude, have you been working out?

You gonna buy it or what?

Lookin’ good, bro. Sun’s out, guns out!

He hardly paid attention as the dressing room door creaked open under his touch, then shut behind him. Instead, his eyes locked on the floor-length mirror again. He frowned as he scrutinized his face, his shoulders, the way the shirt hung over his frame. Something seemed … off, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Maybe it’s the look?” he questioned, even as his voice cracked and dropped. He cleared his throat and swallowed again. His vocal cords tingled, but at least there wasn’t any annoying tickle. Those things were the worst. He swallowed again and smiled as his Adam’s apple bobbed in time with the motion. He took a certain pride in that size after the teasing he’d received in the earlier days of his youth.

“When are your balls gonna drop, bro?”

Mark smiled and spread his arms wide in the mirror. “Good fruit takes time to ripen, bro.” He shuddered, and his eyes rolled in pleasure as he drew his head back, thrust his chin forward and flexed. This time, he shot the mirror a cocky grin. “Damn, you sound sexy,” he rumbled. His chest rose and fell in time as he flexed and posed. He looked good, but as he eyed the jeans sheathing his legs, he frowned. The clothes pile was there, just waiting, and he knew what he wanted, what he needed to make the look really work.

Shucking the jeans felt so freeing as meaty thighs and thick calves hardened into sculpture. His hand drifted over his briefs. He blinked, and the familiar pressure of cotton hugged his bulge. Before he knew it, the camera flash went off. Meaty thumbs jabbed heavily at the touchscreen on his phone as a flexing bicep swelled into prominence over the whole surface before opening to his main feed. He punched against the keys and smirked cockily as he hit the post button.

This new tank’s growing on me. Think I’ll run it through its paces.

It didn’t take long for notifications to start flooding in. His chest swelled with pride as his torso broadened. He huffed another chuckle. The cool air tingled against the stubble on the sides of his head. The new fade cut helped to emphasize the angularity in his facial features. Wads of button-up shirts and slacks with suspenders went by the wayside as he dug like a dog after its bone until he finally unearthed the clothes he was looking for.

The sleek shiny black material of the shorts was cool and breezy as he pulled the garment up his legs and gazed at the mirror. He looked ready to run, and his heart hammered in anticipation of the act. His breathing came heavier and faster as his skin tingled and stretched taut. Another flex and pop, pop, snap, pop! Veins burst into existence, as if the muscles were forcing them out of some hidden sheath or hole. Blood surged in his ears.

“Bro….” His head felt … strange, light, fuzzy, stuffed.

Another flash. This time, the photo showed a glazed stare with his mouth slightly agape. Emotes surged with icons of steaks, meat on bones, flexing biceps, starry eyes, hearts, and more. He even heard the familiar ring of a cash register going off. A notification for deposits into an account, donations from adoring fans.

Can’t wait for the vid.

Show us that pump!

Fuck, get to the gym already!

The gym…? Did he … have an appointment there? His thumb drifted hesitantly over the screen and brushed the dollar icon at the bottom of the app’s menu. His eyes widened at the total. +$2300.20 and still rising, just from today’s pics alone. “The fuck…?” He scrawled through the main post feed. Post after post and selfie after selfie revealed all manner of poses and stances. Some in briefs. Some in jockstraps. Some in tight compression gear to show off the definition in his muscles. Occasionally, a workout video would surface showing him pumping some impossibly large weight to force his body to show off with sleek sweat and clinging gymwear. How … could this be him? Some of those dates were clearly game nights, times to hang out with his bros and totally invite them to the gym.

…

Wait, … that wasn’t….

FLASH

Right … right…. He gazed at a timeline .gif as four tiny bros swelled into big meaty models, grinning with two on either side of his giant frame. From nerds to studs and stats to lats. The tank top clung to his shoulders and pecs now as his brow lowered over the sight and a dull chuckle huffed out his anxiety. Game night meant teaching them how to get game. And who better to teach them than the master himself?

Mark grinned cockily as he snapped another pic. Then a new message pinged on the app.

Stop posing and start running, bro. We’ve been waiting for ten minutes. Get your ass over here already!

Mark chuckled. His little bros were starting to grow some fangs. He strode out from the changing room and sighed. Guess he’d have to look for some shirts to tear off for his fans later. As he left, he bumped into one of the attendants. “Oh, uh, sorry, bro. Didn’t see ya there.” He rubbed his head awkwardly, showing off his lats and biceps. “Uh, … I gotta go, but I don’t got time to return the rest of the gear in there. You think you can, uh, you know….?” The bristles over his scalp scraped against his hand, leaving a pleasant tingle to course through his body as a result.

“Of course, Sir.” The clerk smiled. “Did you find what you wanted?”

“Not yet, but … I’ll be back.” He pulled out his wallet from a pocket and shoved a fifty into the worker’s hand. “For the trouble. Thanks, little bro.” And then he was off with his boulder legs stomping the ground as he charged through the store and into the light beyond. The gym was calling, and he couldn’t keep his bros, let alone his fans, waiting.

The attendant crouched and picked up a tee shirt from the floor. The captioning on it read Just an Ordinary Teenager. “Thank you for the business.” He chuckled and shook his head as he picked it up. “Someone in a midlife crisis is going to loveyou.” He sighed as he looked over a clipboard. “I suppose I should get the bodybuilding inventory out. If that lummox comes back, he’s practically guaranteed to pick that next as a life course. He smirked as he checked a familiar looking app on his phone while his muscles strained ever so slightly against his uniform. “He’ll certainly have enough money for it.” He chuckled as he made his way into the changing room and retrieved the clothing the behemoth had left behind. “I wonder what his friends will choose if he brings them here….”

January was kind of a bad month for me (as I had briefly explained in a post on Patreon) and it messed up with my plans, so most of the content I had planned got delayed pretty badly.

I’ll start posting sneak peeks/teasers, such as this, to keep my watchers in the know and perhaps catch more people’s interest and support this way.

Here’s a sneak peek for the last part of Nova’s growth sequence.
[Patreon]

Here’s December’s character for the growth sequence, Nova. He’s a guy who can change his body’s size and appearance at will and it seems he’s willing to give you a refresher of how his powers work.

Part 1 of 4

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sark4play:

Martin Fitzwater transformation, 2017-2021: 200 pounds to 250 pounds.

sark4play:

Vlad Suhoruchko 1.5-year transformation.

Fuck Yeah Muscle Growth!!!!

running some more tests. Another “tiny” morph.

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At the gym your powerlifter friends had been making fun of you because whenever you all went out to eat you always had the super low calorie salads. Despite this you still could never cut down to 5%. “You should just get huge man, who cares about cutting!” they taunted. “Hmmmph if I tried to get huge you guys wouldn’t stand a chance” “Ha, sure man. Whatever” they blew you off and went home. Little did they know you stayed at the restaurant that night and ordered the supreme burger… 5 times… with all the sides. You then headed straight back to the gym to work out, then back to the restaurant to eat, then gym, then home (because the restaurant had closed) - you began to eat everything in your fridge. You then headed back to the gym… When your friends headed to the gym the next day they all bumped into a huge guy getting into his car. “Oh sorry man, didn’t see you there” they all mumbled in response. “Ha, didn’t recognise me either” you chuckled, grabbing them all in a hug and lifting them into the air, all 900lbs of them combined. “Took your advice and what do you know, I’m bigger than all of you in one night” you chuckled. “Anyway, gotta head, the restaurant is open again.” You hadn’t even noticed your massive cock rubbing against them, but when you started thinking about the food it began to grow under your tight lycra shorts. You hopped in your car and left your friends stunned, jizzing their pants without realising from the sheer display of strength they’d just felt, and the massive cock they’d felt rub against them.

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Just running some tests.

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Part 1

Alpha Rays “And be sure to put on plenty of sunscreen tomorrow folks as it’s gonna be one hell of a scorcher!” said the weatherman happily, pointing to his map. Finally, Spring was going to start it seemed; It had been cold and cloudy for weeks now despite it being May. “You hear that bro? Time to get the guns out man” chuckled my flatmate -Adrian- as he walked past and flexed his muscles. He was your everyday gym rat, complete with a tank top and compression shorts. He had impressive biceps – 19 inches unflexed and a whopping 22 inch when he pumped them. He didn’t know it, but I had the biggest crush on him because of them – plus he was insanely attractive too. “Yeah man, we should go somewhere fun you know. Make the best of the weather” I replied as I looked over at him. “Oh, by the way, a parcel came for you today. It’s in the kitchen” “Awesome, should be my tanning lotion. Good timing eh? I was saving it for holiday but might as well get started tomorrow” He said happily as he walked into the kitchen. The next day we were up nice and early to head to the beach. It took two hours, but it was definitely worth it as by the time we were there the sun was blazing and it was even hotter than yesterday/ “Damn man, I’m gonna combust soon -mind if I take my shirt off?” asked Adrian as he pulled it off revealing his heavy pecs and huge traps. “Errr yeah go for it” I said awkwardly, trying not to look. I didn’t want to get a boner from looking when we were in such a tight space. “I’ll turn up the AC”That only made things worse, the cool air made his nipples hard and my dick harder. Once we made our way down to the beach I had to awkwardly arrange my junk whilst I watched him stretch. His jean shorts clung to his ass and he was already sweating slightly. “Yo, you mind putting some of the tanning lotion of my back?” he asked as he turned to me, his chest and arms already darkened from the lotion – the sun made him looked glazed. “Uhhh yeah sure”, I grabbed the lotion and began to rub it on his back “This is so hot” I thought to myself, trying my hardest to not have my erection on full display. That’s when I heard him grunt slightly. I continued rubbing the lotion pretending not to notice, his back seemed really warm even compared to this heat. “Fuck yeah…” he groaned. I gasped and turned red. “I mean, urrggh” “Errrr dude are you…” he turned around, his pecs heaving and flexing. They seemed enormous and…. Growing “okay” “Yeah man, I’m great” he chuckled as he bounced his pecs in my face, his shorts slowly falling off him as the buttons popped from his thickening abs and ass. “This lotion feels great. Now keep rubbing it in” I lathered more and more lotion over his body, his muscles growing larger and larger with each coat.