My Daddy wasn’t with us for long; me and my Pa said goodbye to him just after my 9th birthday.
We had a lot of fun times, despite me only being adopted by the two men for less than a year. I didn’t realise it at first but it was soon way too quiet in the house.
One afternoon I had found my Daddy’s old chain necklace in one of the drawers. I can’t remember why I was looking for stuff, probably something for school.
He wore it everywhere and every day, I’d see it mixed up in the dark hair of his chest, glimmering in the sun. I don’t even know why he wasn’t buried wearing it but I guess that doesn’t matter now.
I felt a need to put it on, I didn’t even have to unclasp the back to slip it over my head.
All of a sudden I felt huge!
My legs got so big so fast I broke out of my shorts and underwear, then my stomach got big and wide too and it travelled up to my chest.
I never knew I could have a chest this big, but they inflated so huge and fat I couldn’t even see my feet afterward, and my nipples were big as well!
It wasn’t long before I could start to see something below my pec shelf, but curiosity quickly turned into surprise when I realised it was my dick! I was huge now, at least 9in for sure.
When the changes hit my shoulders I could feel it in my brain, like an itch being scratched as my mind was filled with new thoughts and memories. My Daddy has infused his soul with this necklace after dying and I was gonna be the new man of the house.
I grunted as my shoulders pushed sideways and packed on muscle, my arms throbbing as they grew huge along with my hands. A layer of fur started to grow that I was sure would thicken with time.
I’d aged a whole decade! Gone was the scrawny kid from before, replaced with a thick muscle jock that’ll show his Pa just what this new body could do!
Looking back in the mirror I saw what had happened to my face. My jaw was now much more square and covered in stubble. I looked down and smirked, snapping a pic to send to my Pa as he came home from work.
A little editing and a cheeky “Guess who?” Was all I needed for him to send me back a pic of his fat bulge.
Story for @fathernature83 cause he makes such hot stories!
Antonio was your average Italian-American teen, large, loud, and loving towards the ones that mattered most: his family.
Said family consisted of him and his two younger brothers, Giovanni and Luca, and until recently their Mother. She had raised the boys all on her own until sickness took her away, meaning one of the primary sources of income was now off the table as well.
With no father figure to call their own, the 18 year old Antonio quickly fell into the role of a surrogate father figure, ferrying the middle child Giovanni to and from school, and caring for the young Luca all on his own. Times were getting tougher and money wasn’t coming in quickly enough; that was until Antonio stumbled upon a grand opportunity.
A company in Brooklyn had offered a grand sum of money in continuous payments to the first man to accept their lengthy list of requirements and sign his name on the dotted line. And after putting the boys to bed with their neighbour watching over them, Antonio left into the night.
He came across a large building that seemed to glow from within, the massive office/apartment style construct looked out of place amongst the much smaller surroundings. He stepped inside, being greeted with a cheery woman, far too cheery for late work.
He stepped up, saying he was here to sign the contract and participate. She gladly accepted and ushered him into an adjacent room. Inside sat a stern looking businessman and a stack of papers. He barely read any of them as a signature was scribbled down the bottom.
Snapping them shut in a briefcase, the man unlocked a final room deeper within the building; a stark white medical lab where someone in a lab coat was already preparing. Just what had he signed up for?
The man shook his hand and introduced himself as Doctor Matthew, his eyes flicking to the V in Antonio’s shirt before coming back up to meet his gaze. “Ready to begin?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this done so I can get my money.” He replied curtly, the Doctor instructing him to remove his shirt at once, but put it back on before the final stage.
He complied, the man rubbing his nipples with alcohol solution before applying a cream to them, then pulling out a syringe filled with fluid and injecting a half into each pectoral, before finally producing a tablet and some water for Antonio to swallow, which he did as he pulled the material back over his head. He complied without hesitation: He loved his family after all.
As soon as the capsule hit his stomach, things began to change. His white shirt which at one point was looser on his frame became unbearably tight as his muscles expanded instantly, each deeply cut abdominal jutting into existence with a throb, his back arching onto the medical bed he hadn’t realised he fell back into. With a loud *CRUNCH* it didn’t feel so long anymore, it was like his spine had stretched and now his feet dangled off the end.
His shoulders shot out to either side, nearly breaking the neck of his shirt down the middle. Twin cannonballs grew in their place as his knuckles popped and lengthened. A glance at his hands revealed the digits had grown and thickened, his palms now enormous as his now vein covered forearms led to seam-splitting biceps.
He let out a grown as a tightness spread from his feet upwards, it was like his shoes were too small. His theory was confirmed as his feet cramped inside, Antonio toeing them off to see his socks begin to tear. His calves only sealed the deal, legs lengthening as his calves and thighs made his jeans look plastered on, the thick thighs and shapely legs only making him look sexier. This continued until the forces met in the middle.
He was panting now, breathing hard as two cum gutters found their way to his lower abdomen, his bulge stirring momentarily before his hips were listed off the surface by the inflating rear. The massive cheeks wobbled as they fought for space, resulting in a tipping sound reverberating in the room as the seat of Antonio’s pants could no longer contain his fattened ass.
The final wave of heat came to his neck, thickening it and turning the sounds from boyish moans to manly grunts, his brows furrowed, jawline thickening as his cheekbones increased in size, eyebrows thickening and his hairline receding ever so slightly. The new Antonio breathed heavily, rubbing his sore jaw and feeling the roughness of the stubble there. He looked around a decade older now, 28 years old and already daddy material.
“Is- hah- is it over?” He asked, surprised at the deep richness of his voice now. His question however, would soon be answered.
Antonio felt a stirring from his chest, the site of the injections and his cream-lathered nipples tingling incessantly. Each beat of his heart brought a wave of pleasure starting from his chest. He watched with both horror and awe as his pecs swelled and grew into place, then they began to push further. It soon looked as if Antonio had spent his whole life on a rowing machine, the meaty slabs now having a cleavage between them.
He gasped as his nipples expanded accordingly, the dusky buds widening and fattening into perky teats leading to pendulous pecs. He reached up to feel the heavy weight, almost a slosh coming from them as Doctor Matthew saw his chance to intervene. Antonio didn’t know where he pulled them from, but two pump-looking devices were soon strapped to his pecs and over his nipples, the man turning the mechanism on without a word.
The Italian was going to ask what he was doing when he felt it, a pressure abs tug at his nipple as it lengthened, the hard bud being pulled inside the vacuum until a plus felt like it was released and a torrent of milk flowed from the new man’s chest.
He let out a string of curses as his pecs were thoroughly milked, never losing their roundness or perkiness, but still somehow pulping out more and more creamy fluid. Eventually the Doctor turned off the machines, pulling the pumps from the man’s chest.
The doctor smiled and helped the new adult to his feet, still unsteady from the new height and weight plus the pleasurable milking.
“What did you do to me?” He finally worked up the courage to ask.
“We wish to revolutionise sports supplements, however the basic formula needs a living host to create it and we did not wish to use cattle. So, we enlisted your help.” He explained. “The growth is a side effect of the hormones I injected directly into your new milk factories.” He said, pointing and prodding at Antonio’s chest.
“Now, there is one final thing before we will fully reimburse you for your participation.” He quickly added, pulling a box off the counter and opening it, revealing what looked like a cigar and a lighter.
“This is not your regular tobacco product, it’s a complex mix of hallucinatinogens and mind-altering solutions, guaranteed to let you get used to your new life, Sir.” He handed Antonio and produced a lighter, igniting the end and pushing him out the door and through the small room to the main area.
Antonio took a puff of the hot-cigar, huffing in the smoke and letting it cloud his mind before clearing things further, filling him to the brim with experience and memories. Antonio, now Tony stepped into the early morning light of Brooklyn, leaning on a nearby wall to finish what was left of his parting gift.
From across the street he heard a whistle coming his way. He looked up, unaware a side effect was also the change in libido and sexual arousal, as his gaze stopped on a younger blonde man, waving at him and shooting a grin his way.
He finished what was left of his cigar, and judging from the time on his watch, Tony had a couple hours to kill before he had to wake up his boys. Striding across the street he cane chest to face with the man. He outstretched his hand. “Tony.” He introduced. “S-Steven” he replied.
Tony smiled, the guy was cute but obviously new to someone of his caliber. “I saw you watchin’ me. Like something you see, Steven?” He questioned. The other could only nod in response as he stared at his pecs.
Tony chuckled and walked off in the direction behind him. Tony could’ve sworn the kid had cum in his pants from the sight of his ass alone as he got a glance between the ripped seams. He turned down what he knew was an alleyway with a makeshift bench, perfect for straddling Steven on and milking every inch of his young pole with just enough time to spare and get home to make his body breakfast.
When Jonathan asked Santa for a “pair of huge tits” for Christmas, he didn’t expect to wake up to this staring back at him from the mirror!
At first he thought there was an intruder, but when the plucky youngster had moved his hands up defensively, he could tell that his reflection was actually the stranger in the mirror.
Now, Jonathan has the nicest tits on the block, complete with super sensitive nipples and a carpet of hair that won’t ever shave off, no matter how hard he tries. Fortunately, his new friends don’t seem to mind, grabbing a meaty handful or letting their talented tongues speak volumes.
David had no clue why he was recently attracting so much attention… specifically, male attention.
The athletic stud stared at himself in his bedroom mirror, trying to understand the odd sensations and brand new looks he’d been receiving. Everything seemed to be in order, further confusing the straight man who had been growing uncomfortable over the past week with tons of men catcalling and whistling at him as he walked down the street. David took pride in building up his body, but he’d always been cautious to avoid building his pecs too much or from making his ass too big. The two areas were targets for the eyes of lustful men.
David couldn’t wrap his head around it. His pecs appeared to bulge the same in the mirror, yet he could’ve sworn that there was more bounce to them when he walked, and his shirts all felt really tight. Not only that, but when he was at the gym, he’d had lots of guys commenting on his chest gains, some even teasing him and calling his pecs, “Muscletits”. The hunk would always look in the mirror in wonder over the arising comments, only to be confused over his regular-looking pecs that were in perfect sync with the rest of his muscled frame.
However, the biggest source of frustration for David were all the horny comments surrounding his butt. Being an athlete, the hunk was used to having people drool over his bubblebutt, but the amount of people talking about it had skyrocketed exponentially. No matter where he went, David’s butt always garnered attention. Eyes honed in on it, and it seemed that every man who saw couldn’t help but ask for a ride or to squeeze his cheeks, making the straight man frustrated.
That being said, David was one-hundred percent certain that his pants fit tighter and that his ass cheeks felt larger. He could’ve sworn that he’d feel the large butt jiggling with every step he took and that his cheeks tantalizingly shifted against each other over and over, acting like a billboard for other men to stare at.
“Everything looks the same…” David muttered to himself as he stared at his seemingly normal reflection in the mirror, sounding unconvinced even to himself.
His doubts only heightened when he pulled on his t-shirt, having to struggle to fit his pecs inside. The fabric made groaning sounds and the bottom of it stopped above his navel. His pants were worse. The stud couldn’t even button them closed, and a large expanse of his bare asscrack peeped out the top of them. Yet, with one last look in the mirror, David was convined that his clothes had to have shrunk in the wash (again).
“What the hell is going on?” David asked to no one in particular, shrugging his broad shoulders before steeling his nerves to leave his house so he could go buy some new clothes. He already knew that every single guy at the mall would stare at his chest his ass, and both areas jiggled and bounced as he walked, further confusing the stud.
“Hey David!” his new neighbor, Vince, called out at his waved at him. “Lookin’ good!”
David only blushed and waved at the older man, unaware of the mischievous smirk Vince gave him as he stared at his growing butt.
“Someone’s been working out their pecs a bit too much”
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“Chest Day”
Pop!
“Damn it!” Mark hissed as the top few buttons of his shirt popped off. He sighed as he saw his pumped up pecs already shoving their way through the opening of his ruined shirt, and he shook his head in resignation.
“What is it?” his workout buddy, Jorge, asked, eying his top-heavy friend up and down.
Mark gestured down at his exposed, meaty pecs. “That’s the third shirt this week,” he huffed.
Jorge cocked his eyebrow at the other man. “Well, I mean, you have been doing nothing but Chest Day for the past few weeks,” he countered, thinking back to the last couple of times the two of them had ventured to the gym together. No matter what muscle group they were supposed to work on, Mark had always made his way to the chest-focused machines, working on growing his larger chest. It was odd since Mark had always focused on staying proportional and building his muscles in perfect sync. However, ever since that one day when some random nerdy-looking guy who wouldn’t stop checking out Mark had commented something about how Mark should do more Chest Days, it seemed as if chest was all Mark was able to do.
And Jorge would never tell his straight friend that he thought he looked so fucking hot with his large, meaty pecs completely warping his previously in-sync musculature. Mark’s muscled arms and legs still bulged the same, but they were nothing in comparison to the massive pillows that his pecs had become. What had used to be modest and chiseled pectorals had become huge, pumped mounds of muscle that jutted off the stud’s chest to form a shelf. The crevice between them had deepened significantly, and his nipples were forced to the point of sticking straight downward.
Jorge had to force himself to look away from his friend, getting hard at the sight of Mark struggling to squeeze his large pecs into his tank top.
Mark frowned again at his reflection, blushing at the way his cumbersome pectorals forced their way over the swoop of his tank top. They were in full view, making the shirt something more of a formality since it left nothing at all to the imagination, especially with his hard nipples poking around the small straps.
“Yeah…” the stud mumbled as he scratched his head, “I think I should focus on a different group today. These are getting too big for my taste. I’m already growing out of the new shirts I bought the other day.”
The two men were finished changing into their workout clothes and they headed out of the locker room, Mark having to walk with his back slightly arched to compensate for his heavy pecs, inadvertently shoving them out into the air as if to show them off. There was a slight bounce to them with every step the muscleman took, the humongous pecs demanding the attention of every other bodybuilder in the gym, making the stud’s face grow bright red with embarrassment.
Trying to distract his friend, Jorge piped up. “So, what do you wanna do today?” he asked. “How about Leg Day?”
Over near the treadmills, he could see that familiar nerdy guy looking over at them, his eyes honing in on the top-heavy Mark before grinning.
Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I was thinkin’ about doing chest,” he said before wincing and clearing his throat. “I mean, I think we should do Chest Day… er, I mean, I wanna work on growing my pecs.” Mark’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as his body went rigid before walking over to the pec fly machine.
“Chest?” Jorge asked in disbelief. “Again?”
Regardless of how absurd doing chest for the thousandth time that month sounded, Mark still couldn’t stop his feet from walking towards the pec fly machine. His following friend was blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil the now top-heavy hunk was having. It was if his body was moving all on its own, without any control from Mark. Even when he’d said that he’d wanted to do Chest Day (again), he’d been horrified at how he’d been physically incapable of saying “Leg Day”. No matter how hard he’d tried to suggest a different muscle group, his tongue had seemed to have a life of its own, forcing the stud to say that he wanted to grow his already obscenely large pecs some more.
As the muscled hunk sat down on the bench and leaned back, he reached up and grabbed the handles of the machine, starting to perform heavy reps that made his massive pecs burn with power.
Poor Mark was helpless as he did yet another Chest Day. He tried to call out to Jorge, who had simply shrugged and went to do legs, but his mouth refused to cooperate. The hunk gritted his teeth as he fought with all of his strength to stop working on his chest, but his body stayed put on the machine that was right in front of the mirror, showing the man how ridiculous he looked as he performed rep after rep. With each movement, his massive, inflated pecs spilled out of his tank top even more and bulged with power, completely engulfing his thick neck and making it look like the stud’s head rested directly atop the muscled mounds.
His heart raced in his bulging chest as his panicked eyes locked with the mischievous ones of the nerdy guy. Deep down he knew that it was impossible, but a voice in the back of his frenzied mind told him that the guy was somehow responsible. Mark thought back on the past few weeks of Chest Day, which had began ever since their chance encounter. He paled at the future image of himself going to the gym day after day, helpless to do anything but Chest Day— all the while his pecs would continue to grow larger and larger, looking ridiculous as they ballooned off his previously proportional body.
Eventually, Mark finished his workout, his pecs burning from the incredible pump they’d received.
“So,” Jorge began as he met back up with his friend in the locker room, drying himself off after his shower, “how was Chest Day?”
Mark kept his lips pursed in a thin line for a moment before sighing. “It was fine,” he relented, feeling defeated as he grabbed his t-shirt out of his locker. He struggled to slide the fabric over his huge chest, and when he had it on, he tried not to look at his reflection. Despite the t-shirt being two sizes larger than his usual size, his inflated pecs strained the thin fabric to bursting and his hard nipples poked noticeably against it. The collar had ripped slightly, showcasing the deep crevice of his chest. Due to the massive shelf his pecs had become, the bottom of the shirt was lifted above his belly button, looking more like a crop top.
“Well, maybe tomorrow we can do arms?” Jorge suggested, clapping the hunk on the shoulder.
“Sure…” Mark mumbled, wanting nothing more than to have his body be back in sync, but he knew deep down that tomorrow he’d be forced to do chest again, and his pecs would continue to pack on even more meat.
The top-heavy stud waddled out of the locker room and headed towards the exit, trying to ignore the looks his bouncing muscletits garnered. He passed by the nerd who smirked as he passed.
“Lookin’ good, Mark,” he smiled. “I told you that Chest Day would be a great focus for you. You have the biggest pecs of anyone in the gym!”
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Bodybuilder and model Ryan Terry finished fixing up his morning cup of coffee. While out visiting the States to sign for a new muscle milk product, he’d hired an assistant to help him out with the day-to-day routine, and said assistant had apparently set the coffee maker for the early hours of the day.
Ryan yawned as he reached for his usual creamer, pausing when he saw the unopened container of the muscle milk product that he was supposed to advertise. The brightly colored wrapper said that it was supposed to be a morning stimulant meant to perk people up and get them ready for not only their workouts, but for their entire work day as well.
The muscled hunk shrugged his broad shoulders and opened up the container, pouring some of the white liquid into his cup of coffee. Immediately, the sweet aroma of sugary milk wafted about in the air, making the stud’s mouth water hungrily. Ryan carefully brought the hot cup up to his lips and took a sip, his eyes widening at how smooth and delicious the coffee tasted.
“Damn,” he muttered to himself in shock. “It’ll be easy to push this.” He was already imagining how much he’d be able to earn if he bought into this potential advertising deal. He could probably convince the owner to slap a picture of him on the label, flexing and wearing his trademark smile. If the product was as delicious as this and if it actually delivered the results it promised, then he didn’t see why this sponsorship wouldn’t be a complete success.
Ryan happily downed the rest of the coffee with the new muscle milk in it, already feeling a tingling sensation in his muscles, letting him know that it was starting to work its magic. However, the tingling that had initially washed over his entire formed started to center its way to his torso before focusing intently on his chiseled pecs.
The stud absentmindedly rubbed at his chest, gasping loudly when his hand brushed over a nipple. Looking down at his bare chest, Ryan’s jaw dropped when instead of his tiny pert nipples, he stared down at large and erect nubs that looked more than thumbs than nipples.
“Wha-what?!” the stud panicked as he stared down at his larger new nipples.
Before he could properly react, Ryan’s heart began to race even faster when he saw his sculpted pecs shudder before pushing out from his chest. His formerly meticulously built pectorals ballooned out in front of him, puffing outwards. They rounded out and started to swallow the base of his neck, allowing the terrified hunk to rest his opened jaw atop of the muscular mountains.
The tingling sensation died down and it took Ryan a second to gather himself enough to move. The hunk scurried towards the bathroom, wincing as he had to pull his shoulders back to account for the heavier pecs he now possessed, only accentuating their new girth.
“Fuck!” Ryan Terry cried when he reached the bathroom and flipped the light on, staring at his warped reflection in the mirror. His pecs were obscenely huge, looking far beyond the realms of anything possible. They jutted off his torso at his ridiculous degree and his nipples were so large that they would definitely noticeably poke through any shirt he would try to wear (if he could ever manage to find one that would fit over his inflated chest).
He was so caught up in his top heavy physique that it took him a moment to notice the white substance that appeared to be leaking out of his hard nipples.
With a shaky hand, Ryan reached up and brushed his hard nipples, trying to ignore the pleasure that rippled through him at the slightest touch. He brought his finger back up towards his face to examine the white substance, the sweet aroma of it hitting his nose and making him gasp yet again.
He was leaking the muscle milk from his inflated pecs!
Despite the horror that was washing over him, Ryan felt compelled to lick his digit clean for some reason; and almost without any self-control, he stuck his finger in his mouth and hungrily lapped up the muscle milk.
“Mmmmhhh!” he moaned loudly at the taste of the sweet muscle milk, which caused his cock to rocket to life and his large, juicy muscletits to leak even more.
His fear quickly fading, Ryan Terry quickly began to think about how great it would be to make his own muscle milk that he could advertise and sell to all of his gym buddies. What was weirder for the altered stud was that the thought of his fellow bodybuilders growing large muscletits like him sent a shiver of excitement through him, and he couldn’t help but smile widely at the reflection of his massive pecs in the mirror.
