The Self Made Desire

Evan entered the gym not knowing
what to expect. His friend had said he finally found the perfect muscle growing
method. Evan didn’t really believe him. For the last three months Tanner had
been dismissing him for even going to the gym, and now he had something to help
him grow? Evan was skeptical to say the least. He was just happy that his
friend might have started to become interested in living a healthier lifestyle.

“So whatcha got?” Evan shouted
across the school gym. It was technically off hours but Tanner had an ability
to get into almost anywhere whenever he wanted. At first Evan questioned it but
now it was almost silly to even think about it. If Tanner said he was going to
go somewhere at some time, just be there because he’ll already be inside.

Tanner smiled as he
put away his phone. “This,” he held up a little device shaped like a gun, “is
what’s going to help you get as big as you want to be.” Evan stared at the gun
shaped object. Obviously it didn’t shoot bullets but it looked like it was
supposed to shoot something. There was a trigger near a handle, except there
were extra little rods and coils sticking out the sides that didn’t look too
functional.

“Uh-huh?” Evan nodded. He tried not
to laugh but was a bit curious as to what this thing actually was. “And where’d
you get it?”

Tanner reached for his phone for a
second but stopped himself. “Let’s just say magic,” he smiled. It was a generic
dumb excuse but Evan knew not to push it.

“And how does it work?”

The smile on Tanner’s face just
broadened. “It’s real simple! All you have to do is imagine what you want to be
while I point and shoot this at you and you’re body will start to change.” His
hands waved up and down excitedly as he told Evan what was going on.

“Uh-huh…” Evan tried to hide his
skepticism but a smile creeped out.

“You don’t believe me…” Tanner said
a bit defeated.

“Not really…” Evan realized what he
said was a little rude. “But if you want to try it we can.”

“Really?!” Tanner’s enthusiasm
returned. “Alright! Stand right there. Now all you have to do is imagine what you
want to look like.”

“Alright…” Evan said. It’d been a
few months since he started working out but everyday he’d go through
bodybuilder’s online profiles trying to get some inspiration. He’d love looking
at their expansive posts of working out, flexing, eating and having girls
dangle around their arms. However Evan always pictured himself as one of those
girls. Being right up next to their large muscular bodies and feeling their
strong arms.

Evan accidentally let out a bit of a
moan thinking about it. He hadn’t noticed that Tanner had pulled the trigger.
Evan’s personal fantasy had already started and with the device being pointed
at him whatever Evan was thinking about would become true. His fantasy started
to shift to a more dominate personality. Why should he just be the one holding
onto a bodybuilder’s bicep? Or be the one fawning over someone bigger than him?
Why couldn’t he be the one ogled at? When he walks down the street people cock
their heads back to get a second look. He’d be big. His shoulders broad and
chest pushed out. Shirt would be a little uncomfortable unless specially
tailored but that would be fair. To look so big, there had to be a price.

He thought more about what those
guys had in common. His head fell back as the thoughts filled his mind. He’d be
big. His arms started to press up against the sleeves of his shirt, while it
rode up his torso from his expanding shoulders. The fabric stretched tightly
against his broadening chest while also tightening around each ab. It was at
least three sizes too small while his shorts
had rode up well past his knees. His feet were far too big for his shoes
and even his dick started to poke it’s head out. “Big…” he moaned.

The clothes he was wearing didn’t
fit right. He’d seen enough of those guys to know he’d have to wear something
far different. A backwards hat, a sleeveless shirt, and tight compression pants
that rolled over his thighs and wrapped around his calfs. ‘Screw the sleeveless
shirt,’ Evan chuckled to himself. He’d be hot enough that wearing it would be
more of a crime than not wearing it. His hat turned around and a puff of hair
stuck out the front. “Stylish…” he moaned.

But he’d have to have a laid back
attitude. Relaxed, yet in control. People would look up to him literally and
figuratively. Just his presence could make people at ease. He cocked his head
back and thought about how he’d need to be good at sports. Nearly all of them
he could play but he’d excel at rugby and baseball. Those weren’t really
similar but he’d want a huge body that had great hand eye coordination. He
could throw a beer across the room or throw someone over his shoulder if he
needed them in another room. “Strong…”

But guys would be all over him.
Even if they were straight. Didn’t fucking matter. They would see him in the
room and forget just about everything else. He would ooze masculinity and guys
would be attracted to him. They’d deny it, fight off that feeling but get them
alone and then they’d explore all sorts of parts of them they’d never thought
of before. He’d just give them a nod and they knew what it meant. “Sexy…”

Tanner looked at Evan’s new body.
He stood a good 6’4” with a densely packed 240 muscular frame. Tanner’s mouth opened
wide as he realized what had just happened. His friend had nearly doubled in
size. “Woah!” Tanner said excitedly. “This is amazing!”

“Sure is,” there was a coolness in
Evan’s voice he moved closer to Tanner’s smaller body and locked him between
him and the weight. The confident tone sent a shiver down Tanner’s spine. “But now do you want to test it out?” Evan’s dick was
pushing hard against the compression fabric of his pants. The thing went half
way down his leg and looked thicker than a beer can.

Tanner blushed. His own dick got
hard at the sensation. “Bu-but I’m not gay,” he tried to deny the feeling he was having. But the more Evan’s
strong hands rolled over his soft body the harder he got. He couldn’t believe
how sexy the man holding him down was. He sputtered again trying to rationalize
why he was feeling the way he did. His ass tingled, wanting something to fill
it. He bit his bottom lip and couldn’t stop grinding against the muscular man
holding him down. “But I’m not unwilling…” a smirk started to cross his face as
he said it.

“HEY!” one of the coach’s shouted
from the door of the school gym. “Gym’s closed!” He stepped in and looked at
Evan on top of Tanner. He took another step in as Evan stood up and cocked his
head back confidently. “Sup,” the coach replied. He was supposed to be telling them to get out of there but something was distracting him. A thought entered his mind
that he’d never thought before. He tried to force it down but he found himself
moving deeper into the gym.

Patreon Update Nov 25, 2018

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Hey. Sorry for the late update. But with the snow and Thanksgiving this week a lot of my schedule has been moved around. But I’m all caught up with all the stories so I just want to say thank you for waiting. I also forgot to update last week so I’m just going to do last weeks in here as well.

$2 Tier

Frank and Kyle Promotions

Stan [3,074] [Muscle Growth] [Jock] Frank has called his entire staff over to his house to thank them for their hard work. However he calls Marcus, Stan’s father, away privately. Stan accidentally bumps into one of his high school bullies but then is a bit relieved when he bumps into Kyle.

Marcus [2,242] Marcus has a private meeting with Frank about his current work. It delves into far more personal things than most business meetings would.

$4 Tier

Poker Night

01 – [1,839] [Muscle Theft] Craig was expecting to be working on a project with the other guys tonight however Kyle finished the project before any of them even got started. However he has other plans for the night as he pulls out a deck of cards. Instead of betting money, everyone has to bet on attributes of themselves.

02 – [1,960] [Muscle Theft] It’s Ryan’s deal and he seems to have a pretty good hand. Or does he? Lance, the college’s running back can’t tell but he’s willing to bet a lot.

Coach’s Touch [1,351] As Clay enters the room he can’t help but make fun of me and Trey however as he smells coach’s cigar he can’t stop thinking about Coach.

Coach’s Commands [1,408] Kyle walks into my basement to us working out. He seems wierded out by it until Clay starts working out with him.

Steals and Deals

“Wait here,” the security guard
pushed Paul down into a chair at the front of the store. “I have to go find the
manager and then we’ll see what he has to say.” Carlson was still trying to act
tough as he ordered Paul around.

“Fuck you!” Paul shouted. He did as
he was told even though he didn’t want to. Leaning forward in the chair kept
the handcuffs from tightening too tightly around his wrists but they were so
thick that the handcuffs were already pretty tight. All Paul knew was if he did
anything too reckless he was going to get a lot more than a stern talking to.
His large imposing frame made him a rather intimidating guy. People would walk
past him and try to look away. If they looked at him he’d give them a glare and
a grunt scaring them.

When Carlson caught him though he
knew he needed to comply. The smaller mall cop still had a tazer and Paul did
not feel like getting tazed and arrested right before the holidays. It was bad
enough that someone had caught him stealing. Paul thought he was sneaky enough.
This old looking store didn’t look like it had any cameras in it. And the dark atmosphere
made it almost impossible to see. That’s not even mentioning how he was the
only one in there. It should have been a perfect crime. All he had to do was
walk in and out with a few items. But somehow this shitty mall cop saw him.

Paul tried running away. He didn’t
make it far but he tried. His body was easily built for strength, not speed.
And that cop seemed to have way more endurance than someone his size would tell
him. He eventually gave up and allowed the mall cop to hand cuff him. It was a
bit embarrassing having to walk through the mall with the handcuffs on but it
was still better than being tazed or arrested. And if anything he’d just have
to apologize.

Now Paul was just sitting in the ‘Potion’s
Shop’ awaiting his punishment. It was a new store too so he figured that was
another easy tell. But apparently not. Apparently he was just too dumb to have
seen a camera. But looking now he still didn’t see one. The only way he would
have been noticed was if Carlson had seen him do it and that mall cop wasn’t
even in the store.

Carlson walked back with the
manager. It wasn’t who Paul thought would work for such a place. He was young
but still had something about him that looked a lot older. Maybe it’s because he
was wearing a three piece suit and fedora unironically. But at the same time it
was tailored and fit him really well. Paul just lowered his head and scoffed. ‘No
reason to make it any worse…’ he thought to himself.

“You know what I’m feeling generous
today,” the manager smiled. “I’ve worked it out with Carlson here and he says
since it’s my business I can do what I want. So, all you have to do is honestly
say that you will change your ways and give back everything that you stole.”

A devious grin crossed Paul’s face.
‘Knew it. All I have to do is apologize. What a fuckin chump!’ he thought to himself.
Paul loved preying on the naiveté of people. All he had to do was say a few
simple words and then come back for some of the stuff. He didn’t know how much
it was worth but now it was a challenge. “I don’t feel sorry for you at all.
Once you turn your back I’m going to try stealing it all again. Fuck you. And
fuck you too.” He realized what he said and looked horrified.

“Oh well… Guess that just means I
get to decide the punishment,” the manager taunted.

“Are you really going to take
this!?” Paul tried to reason with the mall cop but he didn’t look like he was
moving. Paul looked around and realized that everyone outside the store had
stopped as well. “What the fuck?!” he shouted now even more nervous. “What the
fuck’s going on?!”

“Just a little time loop thingy.
See, I knew you stole the second you walked out the door. And I just needed
someone to bring you back. Honestly, I’m just happy it was Carlson. He’s my
favorite. So friendly whenever he walks by the shop.” The manager drifted off
thinking about Carlson for a second. “But anyway you stole from me and I don’t
like that. So unless you earnestly feel some kind of remorse I’m going to have
to take matters into my own hands.”

Paul didn’t know what was going on
but knew he had to get out of there. He shifted his weight and tried to get up
but ended up falling back on the cuffs tightening them around his wrists. He
could feel the metal squeezing deeper into his skin. He winced but realized he
couldn’t get up.

“Don’t go anywhere,” the manager
said in a sing songy voice. “I’ve got just the thing for you. See if you weren’t
such an asshole I wouldn’t need to do as much. But you know I can’t have guys
like you roaming around. If you steal something you’re not supposed to then I
still get into trouble. So let’s see… Here it is!” he said pulling out a
bottle. His stride was confident as he walked back over to Paul currently
trying to push his chair back even further. The manager put his hand under his
jaw and squeezed. “Open up,” he commanded as he poured the purple liquid into
Paul’s mouth.

Paul’s body shuddered at the
sensation. There was a thick, disgusting taste as it went down his throat. He
didn’t even think to spit it out till it was already in his stomach. “What was
that?!” he demanded still trying to spit what may have remained out. “What was
that…?” he felt something odd as the potion went through his system. “Like…
What was that?”

The manager just crossed his arms
as he saw the potion working. In Paul’s jeans a large bulge pushed forward. “Let
me help you with that,” the manager offered. He unzipped the pants. “Woah. Even
bigger than I thought,” the manager smiled. It pointed straight up into the
air. Paul’s body shook with pleasure. Suddenly he was hornier than he’d ever
been in his life. It was like numerous orgasms were starting to form in his
body but couldn’t be released. Without even touching his dick he felt like he
could easily cum

“Oh gawd…” Paul moaned. His body
shook in the chair trying to ease some of the pleasure. All of his senses were
going off at once. He could feel like he was ready to explode at any moment.
Pre formed at the tip and started to drip down the front of his dick. He
squirmed in the seat making the handcuffs tighten even more against his wrists.
“Aww… Fauck man… I’m so horny… What’s going on,” he bellowed as he started
humping the air. Something had to do it. He needed to get off to something. His
mind was going all over the place trying to think of anything to get him off.
All the women he’d had sex with or masturbated too just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t
doing what he wanted. He shook in the chair again.

The mall cop. “Fuck!” The image of
that scrawny fucker was just too much. Paul couldn’t hold it in any more. He
burst hard, humping the air with each new burst. However with each burst his
body was a little bit smaller than it had been. With each burst another 10-15
pounds fell off his body. He was too distracted to see that his arms were
thinning out. Each muscle he’d spent so much time making bigger pulled in on itself.
Even his height betrayed him as his 6’3” body shrunk below 5’7”. The pleasure
soon passed and he sat up in the chair. He was so much smaller that the handcuffs
slid off his hands.

“How are you feel?” the manager
asked. He was holding a bottle in his hands. It was fairly large and a white
liquid sloshed around inside of it. Paul didn’t like the grin he was giving
him.

But Paul was too distracted by
himself to even care. “What the hell?!” he whined. A high pitched voice pulled
out of his mouth. He quickly clasped it trying to pretend it wasn’t him. “What’s
going on!?” he asked again. “What’s that?”

“It’s your masculinity. I know you
want it. So let’s make a deal,” the manager’s eyes gleamed as he said it. Paul
looked up a little scared. He hadn’t been this small since fifth grade
but looking at the manager he didn’t know what else he could do. He held out his hand to shake.

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Thanksgiving Football

Justin
sat on his phone. He was so bored waiting for everyone else to start arriving
for the thanksgiving dinner. His dad had put the football game on their TV but
Justin wasn’t really interested in it. Sports just wasn’t his thing. Everyone
in the family knew it. Just looking at his out of shape body was enough of a
signal that most people didn’t even need to ask. He wasn’t severely overweight
but a belly had started to grow on his skinny frame. Bigger clothes had helped
hide it somewhat but it was getting noticeable again.

“Sup
big guy,” Cameron tossed a football at his chest. With a loud ‘oof’ Justin was
able to catch it. It wasn’t a hard throw but enough to get Justin’s attention.
The college football stud didn’t like to be ignored. “Gettin ready for the
game! It’s supposed to be a good one!”

“I
guess,” Justin just rolled his eyes at the thought. He just kept flipping
through his phone as the game played out in front of him. Part of him had always been a little jealous of his cousin. The big guy could light up just about any room and was the size of a tank. People looked up to him literally and figuratively. Being jealous was almost just natural. 

“Come
on man! Give me some enthusiasm,” Cameron was goading him. He knew how much
Justin hated football. “You know I’ve got just the thing,” Cameron pulled out
his phone and started flipping through it. The jock wasn’t known to do
something like this. Even if his numerous girlfriends were texting him, he
tried to keep the attention to the person right in front of him.

It
was enough to catch Justin’s attention. He looked at his cousin a bit oddly. “What
do you mean by that?” Just asked. But suddenly felt something really off about
his body. He wasn’t sure what it was but something felt a little strange. He opened
up his legs a little bit and leaned forward. For some reason his body felt hot.
His shirt was sticking to his body. ‘Am I sweating?’ he realized. Pulling at
the fabric it felt wet. “Hey Cam…” he panted. “I don’t feel so good…”

“Don’t
worry about it. You’ll feel great in just a second,” Cameron was still smiling
about something. Justin didn’t know what it would have been though. He was too
busy looking over his body trying to figure out what was happening to it. Sweat
was really starting to pour out onto his clothes. He could see visible wet
spots around his chest and pants.

“What’s…”
he grunted. “What’s that mean?” Another grunt escaped his mouth. His whole body
suddenly convulsed. He fell down onto the couch, writhing at the suddenly
sensation overtaking his body. It was something he’d never known before. His muscles
felt so strange. It was like they were going through some kind of intense
workout. He didn’t know the feeling too well but enough to know what it was
like to be tired. His muscles was going into overtime. They just kept
contracting and expanding. Over and over. Contracting and expanding.

The
first thing to go was his shoes as the front of his feet pushed out in front of
the soles. The size 10 shoes were far too small for what his feet were
becoming. The rubber and fabric bent around his feet and eventually dropped to
the ground. His socks stretched against the bigger feet. His now bigger hands
gripped a pillow tightly feeling his jeans and graphic tee pull even tighter
around his body. He could hear some part of it starting to tear. Little by
little he could feel constricted by his clothing. It was holding him back. With
it on he couldn’t grow. He writhed more trying to squeeze out of it.

His
shirt pulled at his chest and shoulders while his jeans would barely hold in
his thick muscular butt. But it was his thighs that was going to free his
bottom half. Their thick, strong nature tore apart the denim at the seams. One
seam popped. Then another. Then another 5 then it just tore straight down his
legs revealing their massive size. “Fuck…” he groaned. The shirt had raised up
showing off the bottom abs surrounding his belling button. It was pulling even
tighter against his chest. Two thick pecs weren’t enough to tear it apart.
Neither were his 17 inch arms. It wasn’t long before they’d reached 18. Then
19. Then 20. “FUCK!” He let out a muffled scream into the pillow and a flex
busting the shirt. The soft fabric didn’t stand a chance against his dense body.

Justin
stood up and looked at his cousin. He was only about 2 inches shorter than him
now. “How ya feeling?” Cameron grinned.

“Bro.
I feel fuckin great!” Justin said excitedly. For a second he tried to think
about how he would have normally said it. But all he could do was criticize
that part of himself as an aloof idiot. “Da fuck? Why can’t I fucking remember
anything?” he asked. Justin wasn’t trying to curse. It just came out naturally. “All I can think about is
football and working out!” But those thoughts filled him with joy. If anything
he was even more ready for Thanksgiving dinner to load up on carbs and protein. It was the perfect cheat day.

“Sorry
that’s part two,” Cameron said. “I got used to it too. Don’t worry. You’ll love
it.” He got up from his chair and measured himself next to Justin. Of course he had to be bigger but Justin would hate it. It’d drive them both to working out and training for even more size. “Girls are going to be all over you now!” he slapped Justin’s tight back.

“Huh?”
Justin looked down trying to go back to his phone but once he saw the football
he grabbed it. “Let’s go play man! I’ve been sitting around all day!”

Cameron
got up from the couch. “Yeah!” he cheered, beating his chest. “Let’s go fucking play!” Then
realized what he was looking at. “Maybe you should go get some clothes on first
though. It’s family today. Don’t think there’s any girls you’re trying to
impress now.”

Justin
looked down realizing his body wasn’t covered. “Shit man. Completely forgot…”

Prepping

“Man I can’t believe you’re helping me prep for Thanksgiving. I’m going to get to eat so much!” Chris celebrated as
he finished another one of his friend’s meals. It’d been nearly a few weeks
since they started though. Chris had just made a joking comment but Greg took
him up on the offer. But after trying some of Greg’s food, Chris couldn’t believe
what he’d been missing out on. Fast food was nothing compared to what he was
having at Greg’s.

And it was so much better for him
too. Even though he wasn’t losing any weight, everything that had been growing in
his waistline seemed to move around the rest of his body. He could feel his
shoulders filling his sleeves while his ass poked just a little more out of his
jeans. Every part of his body bulged just a little more.

“I’m just glad you like it,” Greg
said grabbing the dish away from him. The only thing Greg didn’t like was how Chris would always add something else to the food. Didn’t matter whether it was dessert or a meal, he’d added a ‘secret ingredient.’

“Man you know I love
it,” Chris leaned further into his chair and pat his belly. What used to be big
and round was just a little bump pushing out behind his abs. “Even Lynne loves it.”
He raised his arm and gave it a light flex. “Can’t believe how much this has
changed just from a few meals.”

“It’s more than a few meals,” Greg
corrected. He set the dishes in the sink and came back with dessert. “You’ve
been working out more too. Don’t just put all the congradulations on me.”

“I know bud…” Chris
yawned between bites. “Just you’ve been a big help. I just want to make sure
you know I appreciate it. It’s just you’ve done so much too…” He yawned loudly
as he finished his pie. “Man… I’m so fuckin sleepy…” his big body leaned even
deeper into the chair. His eyes seemed to struggle to stay open as his body
relaxed. “I don’t think I can drive home man… Mind if I stay the night? Lynne won’t be home till tomorrow around noon and I don’t think I can drive…”

Greg was a bit confused. Chris
never was like this before. “Sure?” he still questioned. “I’ve only got the one
bed though…”

“I think that’ll be fine,” there
was a bit of a smirk on Chris’ face as he said it. Greg only caught a glimpse
of it. “C’mon…” he groaned as he had to lift his heavy body off the chair.
Chris staggered in down the hall stupidly.

“Is everything alright?” Greg
asked. Chris staggered again. His bigger body leaned up against the wall next
to him.

“Yeah… Man…” he droned. “It’s just
you’re so hot…” A part of him must have realized what he said. “I mean you’re
house is so hot.” He corrected but his eyes seemed to have lingered longer than
usual. His big hand reached down and rubbed his crotch area as he held his
weight against the wall.

“You sure?” Greg barely finished
the question as his large lumbering body landed on his shoulders. He was almost
taken completely to the ground as Chris’ much heavier body put all his weight
on him. “Guess I’ll take that as a no…” he muttered feeling all of Chris’ dead
weight literally on his shoulders. It took a lot of concentration but Greg was
able to get the guy to his bed room.

“You’re so good to me…” Chris
mumbled in his ear. He nuzzled his hairy face against Greg’s neck. “Lynne doesn’t
like the beard all that much. But I just don’t have the heart to shave it. I
know once I started growing it, you started paying attention to me more.” He
nuzzled even deeper into Greg’s neck tickling the mush smaller guy. If he wasn’t
careful he would have easy ended up on the floor.

Greg tried to stay on his mission
to the bed. Greg was making it harder to concentrate but he was going to make
it. With a great effort, Greg leaned over and set Chris onto the bed. Chris
naturally kicked his socks and shoes off and scooted into a more comfortable position.
His body covered most of the twin sized bed leaving very little room for Greg. ‘Guess
I get the couch…’ he groaned to himself. Then realized what Chris had just
said. “And how do you know that?”

“Pretty obvious bud,” Chris was
rolling around on the bed. “Plus that’s what the guy said.”

“The guy?” Greg asked.

“Yeah man the guy… You think I got
this hot just cause I’ve been working out a little more? Nah man… It’s cause
this guy gave me something that said it’d make me super hot. Like I feel like it’s
been working but it can make me really tired or horny…” He was rubbing himself
a little more obviously. Greg’s eyes trailed a bit longer. His small frame
stayed in the doorway. “See man… I knew you liked it… Just like me… He said it
had to be in home cooked meals but Lynne doesn’t have the time to make those.
She’s too busy working. That’s why I had to get you to make it. And then things
started happeing…”

Chris’ voice trailed off again as
he fished his dick out of his jeans. His big calloused hands worked over the
moderately sized dick. Greg couldn’t help but star. Something in the back of
his mind was telling him to just walk away but he’d thought of this guy in so
many ways. So many different times he’d wanted a legitimate reason to see him.
Greg knew it was bad but he couldn’t help but fantasize about is friend.

“It was so weird at first,” Chris
continued as he worked over his cock. “I’d go home and get really horny. Pull
up some porn but then now of the stuff I liked would get me off. Then I’d think
about you. Just a little bit and I’d wake back up. My dick would go hard and it
felt so fuck-ing good. But then I could barely get home before thinking about
you. Then barely to my car… And now… Oh fuck… Now… Jesus. I can’t even… Fuck…”
his mind was going all over the place. His body stiffened and a heavy load shot
out from his dick.

Greg took a step back, his own dick
still a little hard from that interaction. “You okay?” he took a step closer to
the bed. “Chris?” he asked between snores. On the bedside he found a tissue and
cleaned the mess up. Chris seemed to be sleeping rather soundly. A light
snoring was coming from his mouth as his hands ran through his hairy chest. “Chris?”
Greg whispered seeing if he was still awake.

In an instant Greg was grabbed and
pulled into a tight hug. “You’ve always been so good to me,” his strong body
pulled Greg tightly, not letting him go. Greg could feel his strong muscles not
wanting to let his friend go. His grip was just as hard as his dick as he
nuzzled deeper into Greg’s back. “So good…” he snored.

Shoveling Responsibilities

“Why do I have to shovel the snow!”
Frankie cried. The 18 year old just wanted to enjoy his snow day inside playing
video games.

“Because I don’t want to do it
myself,” his dad growled. Walt had already suited up in his snow gear and was
ready to get started. The two shovels were out front door ready to be used. “Now
get a move on. Chop. Chop.” His dad clapped his hands trying to get Frankie
motivated.

Frankie just rolled out of his computer
chair and headed for his closet. “Chop. Chop,” Frankie mocked as he picked out
a hoodie and some jeans. It was a little big on him but that’s how he liked to
wear them. “I don’t wanna do it myself. I just want to make my son do all the
fucking work. If I was his age I’d be fine with it. It’s his house. Why should
I have to take care of it? Fucking asshole…”

“That really how you feel?” Walt
stared at his son through the doorway. “You really think it’d be easier to be
my age?” There was a threatening tone in his voice as he stood in place.

“Dad… I’m…”

“No. You really think it’s easier,
say you want to be my age,” Even though he’d gotten pretty fat he had a way of
commanding his space. His wide frame filled the doorway as he puffed out his
chest. The 45 year old still had some of his alpha tendencies from his youth. “Go
on. Say it. Say how much you want to be my age!” he antagonized.

“Fine! You’re a lazy piece of shit!
If I was you’re age I could do so much more than you fucking do! I’d love to be
your age just to show you how fucking easier it is!” Frankie shouted.

His dad’s anger turned to a smile. “Sounds
good to me.”

“What..?” Frankie muttered. “What
do you mean?” But something about his body felt a little bit different. He
couldn’t quite explain it but his body felt like something was wrong with it.
He looked in the mirror and lifted up his shirt. “Huh?” he asked stupidly
seeing a forest of hair starting to grow around his stomach. Moreover, the
light amount of belly fat almost seemed to be bigger than it was a few seconds
before. Frankie walked closer to the mirror and got a better look. “What’s…” he
stopped realizing what was going on.

Looking over his shoulders and
chest, he was filling out the large sized t-shirt he slept in a little more. He
could see that not only was his belly starting to grow but also his arms and legs.
Hair was spreading out through his entire body. “DAD!” he cried. “What’s
happening to me!?” he looked to be in his late 20’s. His hairline was rapidly
retreating to the back of his head. Staring at the reflection only made him
more upset as he saw all the hair on top of his head start to push out of his
shirt.

Weight was still adding onto his frame
as his shirt started to roll over the belly in front of him. Even though the
large shirt had been really loose on him it was starting to feel tight around
his larger arms. The fat was adding even faster. His belly pushed even further out of his waist. The bottom looped around his big solid belly. “I can’t look like this…” he
whined. A thick salt and pepper beard covered the front of his face. Running his hand against his bare head he wanted to cry. He looked
back at Walt.

“What’s wrong bruh?” Walt mocked. “Thought
it’d be easy bein my age. Can’t even handle the hair lose? Wait till you see
what else has changed.” Walt was back to his 18 year old self. Frank always
knew his dad had done sports in high school but hadn’t realized just how much
it had shaped his father’s body. “But man! If I looked this good in the 80’s I
don’t know what I would’ve done.” He flexed his massive arm looking over the
bulge. He was an easy 190 pounds and nearly all of it was muscle. Frank knew
Walt went through his stash over the weekends but didn’t care that much as long
he didn’t get in trouble.

“Huh? What’s going on? Why am I…?”
Frank tried to figure out why he kept thinking of Walt as his son.

“Cause I’m your son now stupid.
When you make a wish you gotta know it’s gonna have consequences.” Walt was
still too busy checking out his muscles. He pulled his long sleeve shirt off to
get a better look at their smooth definition.

“But I didn’t make a wish…”

“Duh dumby. I did,” he laughed at
how dumbfounded Frank looked. The slack jaw just made him look even dumber. “Bet
you wish you worked out more, eh?” Walt bragged. His body was nearly perfectly
cut. “But you know I’m going to make sure I do this time. Don’t want to end up
like that fat pig again.” He pulled the long sleeve shirt over his torso again
covering it up. “Anyways, apparently I got a date tonight so we better get that
driveway shoveled.” Walt picked up his shovel and headed outside.

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Doing it the Right Way

“Are you sure I’m doing
this right?” Matt looked up at Dimitri as he asked it. It just didn’t feel like
he was. When he’d first started talking to the former pro he just wanted a few
tips on how to go pro.

“Of course you are big guy!”
Dimitri gave him a big pat on the back. Matt nearly fell over at the sensation.
“You’re doing great!” Dimitri laughed. “Keep it up and in a few years you’ll be
as big as me.”

“Are you sure?” Matt asked
sheepishly. For some reason something about the situation seemed wrong. Each
time he’d step on the scale he would have a thought that he actually weighed
less than he had the day before. However as he’d scan through his notebook all
of the weights would match up to what he was supposed to be. And it’s not like
training with Dimitri was easy.

Dimitri seemed to have started
their workouts pretty lightly but now Matt could barely keep up. The former
bodybuilder seemed to have taken it easy on Matt at first and then kept making
it harder. Dimitri would just laugh at him and tell him he had to try harder.
Matt felt like he was trying his hardest but still couldn’t keep up. The
condescending pat on the back.

“Hmmm… Let me take a look,” Dimitri
said as he sat down on the bench. “I mean you’ve been training pretty hard
these last few months. But are you willing to do anything to be in a
bodybuilding competition?”

“I am! I am!” Matt stomped his
foot. He felt like he’d been dedicated the entire time. Even going over to
Dimitri’s to cook chicken and rice, skipping out on dates with his girlfriend
and even giving up on her completely to go after his goals. He just figured she
didn’t understand him.

“Ok,” Dimitri snickered. To him he
knew exactly what was going on. The witch who’d sold him the spell told him he
needed to find someone who would agree to using the spell with him. And when
Matt had come over and said he’d do anything to win a bodybuilding competition,
that was the perfect chance. Because if Dimitri was the one to win, his ‘coach’
would also be considered a winner. So Dimitri chanted the spell in front of
Matt and told him to repeat the words. And then he let the magic happen.

His 50 year old body just couldn’t
keep up the same way it had when he was younger. He still trained hard but wasn’t
able to keep the same intensity. But after the spell it was like he was a whole
new man. Each week he could feel himself getting stronger. His lithe, trimmed
muscles returned to their large bloated shape. Sleeves bulged under his swollen
arms and his shirt pushed out against his chest. He could feel each muscle
pulling at his clothes. Even looking around the gym, he’d caught the eyes of so
many people again. The wrinkles in his skin had smoothed out, making his body
look even bigger. Even his hair started to grow back but he figured he’d
stopped at his thirties because that’s when it started to fall out. People
would just say he looked tougher without it.

But there were a few catches. Even
if he was returning to his prime, Matt was losing his. Each week he’d come back
just a little smaller. His dense 230 pound frame lost between 5 and 10 pounds
each week and a little less than an inch in height. Matt didn’t even notice at first but then after a few weeks when, he
had to look up at Dimitri he started to ask questions. Since he’d agreed to the
spell it’d treated his life like he had always been that size but part of Matt’s
brain told him it was wrong. More importantly it was the second catch. Dimitri
had hated this one a little bit more than the first but still agreed to it.

He’d loved the thought of women
praising his body again. It was what he’d missed most about growing older. Each
year less and less women paid attention to him. But with the spell that wouldn’t
bother him at all. He’d have to give all that up to be with the guy he’d
changed. He’d felt little tugs each week, pulling him closer to Matt. He could
see that Matt could feel them too. Skipping dates and going on unofficial ones
with Dimitri instead. It was perfect. Matt would just give stupid excuses but
Dimitri could see through it. But he had to hold back. Once they had sex that
would be where he was locked in. But each week it felt harder and harder to
deny.

“I think you’re getting bigger,”
Dimitri snickered again.

“It’s not funny!” Matt stomped
again.

“It’s not? Let me take a look over
you,” Dimitri kept his same toying look. Matt blushed. Dimitri’s handsome face seemed
to look through Matt. His eyes scanned every part of his body almost like he
was completely naked. “Make a flex,” Dimitri commanded.

Matt held up his thin arm and
flexed it. Just a few months ago it was almost 20 inches round. Now it wasn’t
even as thick as Dimitri’s wrist. Dimitri wrapped his hand around it and gave
it a light squeeze. Matt went weak at the sudden feeling. He stiffened back up.
“S-s-see?” he tried to act tough.

“I think you’re plenty strong,”
Dimitri goaded.

“Not as strong as you!” Matt
whined.

Dimitri pulled Matt into a hug so
he could feel the hard dick between his legs. His large arms wrapped tightly
around the other man’s much smaller body. “It’s alright big guy,” Dimitri’s
scruff nuzzled against Matt’s soft neck. “We’ll get you there. Just have to try
a few more things first.”

A Deal

Requested by Anon

Luke felt a little sick after
coming back from ghost hunting. He didn’t want to tell the other guys because
he didn’t want them to think that he was scared. They’d gone to the old abandoned
jailhouse in town that was only used for ghost tours but since nothing was
really happening they wanted to try to make something happen. The only one who’d
believed in ghosts was Luke so they tried to get him to be in the most
ridiculous situations. Luke tried to make it more interesting by telling of some
of the deaths at the jail. However he instantly regretted telling them about
Marco Patelli’s death.

Patelli had died in one of the most
bizarre ways any jail had ever seen. If anything it looked more like a satanic
ritual than an actual death. Somehow he’d gotten candles and formed a circle
with several strange symbols surrounding him. He’d vowed to get revenge on
everyone who had helped get him locked away. Shouting out some kind of words in
an unknown language the cell went dark. Even when a flashlight was shown into
his dark cell it looked as though nothing was on. It wasn’t until sunrise that
light filled the room. Some of the guards said that it was cursed.

Whenever they had put an inmate in
there he’d be screaming for his life. It didn’t matter how tough they were. It
was like they had seen something they weren’t supposed to see. They begged the
guards to let them out. The guards would just mock them but the inmates didn’t
care. Their stained jail uniform was enough to embarrassment to make them act
right. Their personalities would change ever so slightly. The guards
appreciated the change in tone but always felt it was a bit suspicious.

That was years ago. Now the jail
was in decay and didn’t have any prisoners there was no one who knew what was
going on. Only stories were left. The guys hanging out with Luke just laughed. “Like
it’s that scary,” one of them mocked.

“That’s what they said,” Luke
responded. “The last 3 years they’d stop using the cell for anything other than
punishment.”

“Oh?” one of them sounded interested.
“You seem to know a lot about this. Which cell was it?”

Luke paused for a second and
pointed. “That one over there. Apparently Patelli never left the prison.”

“Let’s go check it out.” Luke didn’t
see his friends smiling behind his back. As they approached the cell Luke kept
a good four steps away from the door. “Why don’t you get closer? You scared?”

“No!” Luke’s voice cracked as he
tried to defend his masculinity. “I’m not!”

“Sounds like it.”

Luke didn’t like the sarcasm in his
friend’s voice and took a step closer. It was like time had stop for a second.
All he could hear was his heart beating. The cell looked so dark. Even compared
to the rest of the prison there was almost no light that passed through that doorway.
Even the moonlight seemed to avoid the window on the other side.

“Go on.” One of them goaded. The
threat laughed silently as they posed behind Luke. ‘1. 2. 3.’ They counted in
secret as they pushed Luke into the cell. Before Luke even knew what happened the
door had closed behind him. He fell on the ground and looked around. There was
nothing. He could see nothing. A room with no light at all. Terror filled his
body as he sat motionlessly in the middle of the room.

“Guys?” He called out. A hand
brushed up against his back. “Guys…” He tried praying to keep his nerves down.

‘I guess you’ll do.’

“GUYS!” Luke shouted out at the
mysterious voice he heard. “Let me out! LET ME OUT!” he screamed and banged on
the door. It opened.

“Come on man. Don’t be a pussy. It
was just a joke.” Luke could still feel the three mocking him.

“Just a joke,” he tried to laugh it
off but his knees were shaking.

“Whatever. This place is no fun
anyway. Let’s go get some alcohol.”

Luke had agreed until they’d gone
and gotten it. A sudden wave of nausea overcame his body as they opened the
first bottle. “I don’t feel so good…” Luke groaned as he held his first cup. He
hadn’t even taken a drink yet.

“Man you don’t look so good either.”

“He doesn’t even need to drink to
get sick!”

“Fuck off. He looks real bad.
Bathroom on the left. Just don’t get anything on the towels. I’ll get you a cup
of water in a second.”

Luke made his way down the hall to
the bathroom. He did his best to get back to his senses. He just couldn’t seem
to think straight since being in that cell. Looking over his face he looked so
pale. He splashed some water on it trying to get the color to return. A lurch
from his stomach and he reached for the toilet. He heaved but nothing came out.
He paused waiting for another one. But went back to the sink to splash his face
again.

“Fuck ‘em,” he groaned as the cold
water hit his face. “Those assholes don’t giv a shit bout you. Fuck ‘em.” Luke
paused as he looked at his face. He didn’t know where those thoughts were
coming from. Another dry heave caused him to lurch over the sink. “Doan worry
bout them. They won’t bother you much longer.”

“Why am I thinking this?!” Luke
asked himself.

“You ain’t,” the voice in his head
replied. “Name’s Marco. Nice to meet you. You the first asshole that didn’t
piss his pants after running into me so you must be stronger than I thought.
Just don’t look like it.” Luke’s arm raised and flexed for the mirror. His thin
arm didn’t even have a bump on it. “But I can fix that.” Luke felt something
weird happening to his body. He learned over the sink again not thinking he’d
make it to the toilet. It was like his entire body was on fire.

Everything about him just felt so
strange. Like he was expanding. Each muscle felt like it was pulling and tugging.
Growing. Filling his sleeves and pressing hard against the fabric. Luke didn’t
know how he felt about it. He writhed but didn’t know if it was from pleasure
or pain. The dull numbness made him still feel sick to his stomach. He could
feel his body growing longer.

His normal 5’8” frame must have
past 6’. He gripped the sink with his big hands trying to get ahold of himself.
Looking over his body he could see his clothes ready to tear at the seams. His
shirt had lifted up over his belly button and was surrounded by two thick abs.

“What the…” Luke questioned lifting
it up just a little more. He had to look in the mirror as two thick pecs were
blocking his vision. “I must be going crazy…” he groaned. But the pain from his
feet in his shoes that were at least 4 sizes too small right now told him he
wasn’t.

“That’s just a taste,” the voice
told him. “But let’s fix you up just a little more.” Luke watched as his blondish
hair turned dark brown. He’d always kept it a little shaggy but it pulled up
into his scalp into a nice trimmed cut. His rounder chin straightened out into
a thick lantern jaw.

“Holy!” Luke grinned at his new
handsome features. Just seeing his nose fit his face and eyes that looked sharp
had him grinning. “This is crazy!”

“Tis,” the voice laughed. “Too bad
you can’t have it all right now…”

“What??” Luke said as he watched
his body turn back to what it was. His muscles were pulling back in. Each
second he was getting another inch shorter and at least ten pounds lighter. “Don’t…”
he whined, watching the handsome features return to their normal shape.

“But,” it almost sounded like the
voice was smiling. “Work with me and you can have it all back. Little by
little. I’ll give it all back. But you have to work for it.”

“Deal!” Luke said without thinking.

The voice just laughed. “Didn’t
think it’d be that easy! I’ll be back in a little while…” it said as it faded
away.

There was a knock on the door. “Dude,
you okay?”

“Yeah,” Luke said looking back at
his reflection. He could see that his hair had kept that same brownish tint and
wasn’t as long as it had been. “I think I’ll be good.”

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Patreon Update Nov 11, 2018

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Sorry about the late post. Hopefully everyone’s week is going better than mine. But I was able to finish all the stories this week and finished the most recent $2 series. So I’ll be starting a new one next Saturday. But I’ll try to get another Tumblr story finished for tomorrow as well and then should be back on a normal schedule.

$2 Tier

The Wishing Stone Part 07 [1,817] There’s enough of time for Sam to meet up with Corey and work on their assignment. It’s just too bad that they don’t do too much work.

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Coach’s Desire [1,258] [Hypno] As I go up to see Trey I can’t help but feel a little strange. But Trey seems to be interested in what Coach might be teaching me.

Tips [1,381] [FtM] Jackie finally gets a date with a guy she’d been trying to get the attention of. However when she takes the potion to make Henry fall in love with her she accidentally touches the waiter instead.

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But I think it’s going to be a reality change with muscle growth and theft where a guy gets changed by his brother in law with an ancient spell book/journal.

An Interview

It’d been a long
time since Vince had had an interview. He knew he shouldn’t have been nervous
but when the last company let him go for financial reasons he couldn’t help but
feel a little disheartened about his performance. He’d always thought he’d been
doing really well for the company, or at least someone not easily replaced but
they had gone with someone far younger and cheaper. He tried not to let it get
to him but in some of the interviews he knew he came off a little too bitter
about his last job.

“Vince,” the receptionist called.
“Mr. Danvers will see you now.”

Vince got up from his chair and
brushed off his suit. If anything he’d still look professional enough. Then
again he’d always liked wearing suits and ties when he’d first started working.
It’d made him feel so adult. But now that was so many years ago too. Now it
almost felt like it was tradition. He shook his head realizing he was too deep
inside it. With a deep breath he opened the door.

“Right on time! Quick question,
Cardinals or Cubs?” Mr. Danvers said excitedly. He was sitting in his chair and
looked like he was about to jump out of it. More importantly he looked a lot
younger than Vince had imagined as well. He thought he’d heard this company was
run by someone in their 50’s so he’d have at least something in common with
him. But the man sitting behind the desk didn’t even look thirty. More
importantly he was in a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Everything about him
screamed like he’d just gotten out of college and was in some kind of startup.

“Cardinals?” Vince said. He’d known
little about baseball but enough to know that this area preferred them to the
Cubs. That and the memorabilia that was adorning some of the walls.

A smile shot across, what Vince
could only describe as, the kid’s face. “Good answer! I knew you’d figure it
out. You seem like a smart guy. I’m sure you’re a smart guy.” He was talking
about a mile a minute and Vince could barely keep up. Vince would describe
himself as a smart guy but he didn’t know a person who wouldn’t say that about
themselves.

“I’m sure you love baseball. You
must watch it all the time. After playing four years in high school and four
years in college, I can’t imagine you not enjoying it.” Vince was about to
interrupt but didn’t know why. The only problem was a sudden rush of memories
of him out standing next to third base flooded his mind. He could remember the
smell of the grass and watching the ball soar at him.

“I…”

“Course you did! You loved it.
Working with the other guys and winning so many games. That just makes it so
much more fun right?” Vince’s body started to shift a little more. That round
gut he’d had shifted into a flatter one. There was still a lot of fat from
eating fast food but there was also a strong core underneath it.

“Mr. Danvers…”

“Please call me Allen. I don’t go
by Mr. Danvers anymore.”

“Allen… Shouldn’t we talk about…”

“The interview! That’s right… We’re
supposed to be doing an interview… Errrr… Okay let’s see if I can do this
right. It worked for me so maybe it’ll work for you.” His eyes scanned the
page. He was obviously looking for something but Vince didn’t know what it’d
be. He was still confused ‘what worked for him…’ With a jump, Allen started
again. “Got it! First things first! I don’t understand why you put that you’re
52, obviously that’s the first mistake on here.” He paused looking up at Vince.

“But…” Vince tried to interject but
it almost felt like his mind didn’t know what to say. Somehow Allen telling him
he wasn’t 52 made it go completely blank but at the same time he couldn’t think
of how old he really was.

“Easy mistake. Just a simple fix.
You’re obviously only 25,” Allen smirked. “Just graduated and ready to start
working.” Vince suddenly felt very confused. Somehow all his memories were
changing. Many of them completely disappearing. How old was he? He couldn’t
remember as he ran his hand against his scalp. What remained of his white hair
was rapidly thickening back into the dark brown hair, purposefully styled
upward just like other guys his age. “Good. Now I know you like working out. So
go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

“Huh?” Allen looked over his body
seeing every muscle thicken. The shirt he was wearing pulled tight against his
arms and chest. Buttoning the top button was nearly impossible. But his thighs
and butt looked so good in the black pants he was wearing. They pushed hard
against the fabric making it hold tightly to his body. “Guess so…” he grinned.

“So make yourself comfortable. I’m
glad you wore a suit. Very professional, but when we’re in private I want you
to be comfortable.” Vince started taking off his jacket and unbuttoning another
button. It was so much easier to breath without the button on. “Go on… I know
you can get more comfortable than that…” Vince’s eyebrow cocked.

“I can…?” he questioned but a nod
from Allen got him completely taking off his shirt. “Damn… This feels good.” He
dropped his pants feeling the breeze against his legs. He couldn’t believe how
good everything felt. “Thanks man. I’m glad I can do this…”

“I’m glad you like doing it…” Allen
bit his bottom lip trying to contain himself. “Just like how you like when
people touch your body…” Allen leaned forward more. For a second Vince was
confused but realized what Allen meant. “Can I?”

“Course man,” Vince grinned flexing
his muscled arm. He gave it a slap showing off its strength.

Allen got up from behind the desk
and crossed the office. He pulled the muscular man into a hug. “I think you’ll fit
just fine.”