The Locker Guard

These two dudes were taking the piss at the lockers, bullying guys in the showers and body-shaming anyone without a six pack. I wasn’t going to intervene… but then they had the nerve of picking on me and my friend.

Now, my friend has been dealing with a lot of self-hate and image issues over the last few years, as he has a very wiry complexion and really struggles to bulk up. And I’m not going to let a bunch of a-holes exacerbate his mental health problems.

So I turned the two morons into boxers and then gave one of them to my friend. As soon as we put them on, our muscles ballooned and inflated, matching the physique of the two bullies. Now whenever we see anyone being a douche at the gym, we make sure to put our new muscles to good use.

And yes, these two are still conscious. And I can tell you, they are not enjoying themselves.

Pumping Him Up

Anonymous asked:

I want to transform into a muscle boy!

You asked for it. Go lie on my sofa, face up. Hmm, nice legs… Don’t be embarrassed, there’s nothing wrong with thin legs and a small bum. I’m going to be honest, I think you’re very cute the way you are. But since you insist, I’ll give you the body you want.

Let me smear a little spittle on my cock - wouldn’t want to hurt you. Now relax and let me… that’s it… Hmm, you’re very tight down there. You gotta relax, it’ll make all this a lot easier. Yes, that’s it… I’m going to push deeper, and deeper, and… get ready.

Did you feel that? How it rippled through your entire body? I can already see some changes. Your flat chest is a little more defined, your legs are definitely thicker, and your asscheeks are hugging my cock a lot tighter. Shall I thrust again? Yes, of course.

I start fucking you properly, trying to bury my cock as deep within you as possible, as with each rap your entire body inflates a tiny bit. It almost feels like I’m inflating an inflatable doll, your muscles ballooning the more air I pump inside of you.

Get ready gorgeous because by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be huge!

Breaking Some Eggs

"Argh, what... what's going on?"

"Exactly what you wished for. You said you wanted to be taller, stronger, bigger! Well, you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. And in this case the eggs are your mind."

"I didn't... want this... please, make it stop..."

"Nonsense, why would you want it to stop? You're turning out so fine. And that cock, wow. What a masterpiece. Mind if I give it a tug?"

"Dude, stop, I... Hmm, nice... yeah..."

"Yeah, that's it. Forget about everything else and focus on the pleasure. Just the pleasure."

"Pleasure... pleasure... pleasure..."

Ritual of Revenge

“Dude, no pics at the pool!” he shouted, his bulking physique towering over my average figure. “Fucking creep.”

I headed back to the lockers as I fanned the Polaroid picture I had taken. As soon as I found an empty booth, I got in and started the ritual: spread the mixture of salvia, ash, and Brad’s cum (cordially donated by my good friend Tony, another guy in the swimming team) over his picture, then burn it with a lighter and breathe in the smokes.

As soon as the scent hit my nostrils, my entire body spasmed violently. Then again. And again. With each spams, my muscles swelled larger and larger. I needed to lean on the wall to balance myself as my centre of gravity shifted. When my palm touched the tiled wall, I noticed that it was bigger, thicker, more solid. Solid enough to bully other guys through their college years, that’s for sure.

As the rest of my frame settled, I felt my cock and ass grow to match Brad’s. The sensation was too much for me to handle and I started jerking off viciously. As my changes reached completion, I reached climax. I moaned like nobody was listening, but then heard someone else moaning in the showers.

I slowly opened the door to see who it was…

———

“Dude, no pics at the pool!” I shouted at Billy, his beady eyes ogling my body as he lowered his Polaroid camera. “Fucking creep.”

He scuttled away into the lockers. I thought of going back into the water but that annoying faggot had completely took me out of the zone. Fuck it, he needs to know. I strode towards the lockers, ready to give him a good beating.

As I entered the lockers, I felt a sudden cold. Like all the heat in my body was slowly leaving me. It was disconcerting and almost painful. I headed to the showers to see if the hot water could help but the sensation only got worse and worse. All my muscles felt tense and stiff like a full-body cramp.

Then I saw it. My toes were grey. Stone grey. I tried to wiggle them but they wouldn’t budge. The change quickly rose up my calves and knees. When it reached my thighs I started to feel an insurmountable pressure in my ballsack, as if I had been jerking off and edging for hours. As the greyness enveloped my groin I felt this pressure travel through my cock and…

I came so hard, I couldn’t help but moan. The pleasure was unlike anything I’d felt. It was still going… and going… and going!

I looked down, still moaning uncontrollably, and saw my cock. My rock-hard cock, literally made of rock, with a jet of crystallised cum attached to the tip. Panic tried to take over me but the waves of pleasure just kept hitting me. As the changes reached my upper chest and shoulders, I gabbed my cock with both my hands to see if I could make it stop cumming, but the sensation on my rocky skin felt so good I started jerking. It didn’t last though, my hands freezing mid-motion.

Finally the changes reached my head. My moans stopped, my mouth froze in place, and my eyes clouded up. Just before I lost my hearing, I heard the door to one of the booths open…

———

…it was Brad. Or what was left of Brad: a beautiful statue, six foot two, sporting a mighty hard-on. He looked so gorgeous, even in his current state. I walked towards him when I noticed my reflection in one of the mirrors: Brad was looking back at me but, instead of his usual aggressive look, he now seemed friendly and approachable.

I stood beside the statue and placed my hand on his chiselled abs. (Chiselled. Ha.) I could feel it vibrating, alive and conscious. According to the spell, the victim would be trapped in an eternal orgasm. I touched Brad’s member and thought to myself: hmm, that doesn’t seem fitting. I know!

Prod.

Push.

Crash.

And I walked out of the showers, trying not to step on any bits of Brad.

A Few Upgrades

Yes, it is me. Same old Carlo. I’ve just had a couple of upgrades, courtesy of some random dude I met at the club yesterday. He asked me to dance with him and I just couldn’t say no: he was Hercules incarnate, every single inch of his body chiselled to perfection. After getting all sweaty on the dance floor, he dragged me to the disabled toilet and… well, you can imagine. Anyway, just as he was cumming, he told me to swallow, and I diligently drank it up. As soon as I did, I felt my entire body swelling up. Suddenly the twink you’d been dating these two years was gone and, in his place, stood I.

Now, the way this guy explained it, it’s all in the cum. That’s how he spreads it. So I was thinking, if you’re in the mood for some upgrades? Yeah? Well, then get on your knees.

Growing Closer Together

Jack gave me the thumbs up. Rory didn't even notice, he was laughing his ass off at the whole situation. I zapped them both, trying to aim for the space between the two. Where I shot their bodies started to merge, their flesh combining into an amorphous shape.

Rory finally realised what was happening, but the sensation must have been very pleasurable because he just started making out with Jack, their mouths merging deeper and deeper. As more of their body mass mixed together, the features of a new body became apparent: a huge pair of pecs, trunk-like thighs, and a cock the size of my forearm.

Once the process ended, a new hulking stud was standing in front of me, the best attributes of Rory and Jack enhancing every bit of his body. He walked towards me and wasted no time to start making out with me, his humongous cock pulsating between us.

And then I felt a zap, and our cocks became one.

Caught in the Spell

I obviously didn't think this through. I used the jock spell in a public place but forgot to bring a change of clothes. As soon as I started growing, my shirt and jeans ripped and fell to pieces. Even my underwear was torn in half, the size of my enormous cock and ass being too much for it.

I panicked. There was a cute guy close by who had seen the entire transformation so I cast an inanimate spell on him. His entire body turned cottony and pinkish, his features smoothed out, and his entire bulk flattened. His voice was the last thing to go, as he was moaning during the entire transformation.

I grabbed him and wrapped him around my waist. I could feel his excitement at being close to my body and my crotch, his mind slowly losing his self-awareness. I would have to turn him back quick or he'd be stuck as a towel forever... But my jock spell was having a toll on my mind, and I could feel myself forgetting all the knowledge I had.

But who cares? Look at this body. A jock like myself doesn't need to know things, just a gym pass and a good towel to take to the lockers.

Tumblr Request

suittflove asked:

Hello, can you turn me into a dumb person who can't think

Why of course. It would be my pleasure. Just follow me down this hall and into the locker room. Do you see all these guys? They’re all here for the same thing. They all want to become beautiful jocks without a single thought in their minds.

Now, I suggest you undress as much as you feel comfortable, then head for the showers. Don’t worry about your clothes, you won’t be needing them anymore. In fact, by the time you leave the showers, they won’t even fit you.

Where did all these jocks come from? You met them in the lockers. Yes, they are the same guys. Just look at that guy over there - as soon as the water caresses his skin, his wiry frame starts bulging out, his arms and legs growing thicker, and his ass and cock springing to life. And that old gentleman over there - it takes no time for the water to wash away his beer gut and wrinkles, revealing a six pack and two mighty pecs underneath. Don’t you want to join them?

That’s it, let the water do its job. You can feel yourself growing taller and wider, your hands and feet expanding to match your new body. Even your jawline and cheeks look sexier than ever. And all your worries melting away, washed away by the hot water.

What’s that? Of course, go and play with your fellow jocks. I’m sure they’re all looking forward to meeting your new body.