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[jakelandry]

Running Interference

So I finally got up enough of the nerve to actually write a book. I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Running Interference: Brady had the craziest dream where he was a big football superstud and his boyfriend was some nerdy guy. But his best friend Scott seems to really think that that’s how things are supposed to be.

Plenty of muscle growth, transformation, sex and masturbation using the Chronivac. 

14,000 words

 Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y7JHJ81

#book #Muscle Growth #reprogrammed

[jakelandry]

I've been searching for this one story for a while and I've seen you helping other people find old stories so I thought I could ask you. It starts off with these two guys and one of them asks and hot girl out and she says that shes only into big dick Latinos. Then they go to a bakery eat some cakes. The cakes turn them into Latino boyfriends and the story ends with the girl hitting on the guy and he says what she said to him. All of the authors stories were about a bakery I'm pretty sure. Thanks

Not positive this is it but it seems to fit the description pretty well. 

https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/96724

[jakelandry]

I don’t know anything about the first one but the second one sounds pretty familiar. A story titled “You and I” kind of brings up memories about a guy who is looking for a story goes to a restaurant and then talks to a person who says he has powers to change everything around him. To prove this he changes a waiter into (i think) a red headed bodybuilder and bursts out of his clothes and then changes the guy looking for the story into something similar.

I remember it being two or three parts with a similar premise where the character with powers goes around changing people and having sex but I can’t seem to find it. I looked on gayspiralstories but don’t really have much to go off of. Otherwise not really sure... 

Edit: Unless you’re talking about Hugh Michelsen’s book becoming the quarteback. In which the main guy gets a bracelet and by speaking he’s able to change reality around him making his friend a porn star and a former bully into a total slob.

help finding a story

Hey hoping my near 1000 followers may be able to help me on this one 🤔☺️?

Looking for a story I read awhile ago online dont remember the title but remember specific details.

I think there where two versions of this story?? a straight version where two girls unbeknown to them change one of there boyfriends by starting off I think by saying "I dont know what you see in him" in a libary setting and a statue by them glows and change reality from what they say. Second is a gay version almost of story when to friends go into a sports bar and they end up changing one another by saying the opposite to how they look ect and they also change the waiter in it.

Again not much to go on, but if anyone recognises the stories would be grateful. ??? on devianart???

[jakelandry]

Cleaning Up

Nate couldn’t believe that he was put into this kind of position. He’d just recently lost everything do to some, “bad deals.” Sure some of those deals weren’t exactly legal but that shouldn’t have mattered. What ever happened to honor among thieves? It was supposed to be you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. But he’d been tricked. His “business partners” had never planned on giving him any of the money. Now he was stuck looking for work.

Lucky for him he was able to find something pretty quickly though. A small shipping company needed someone to “clean up a mess” for “a shipyard” and he was more than happy to do it. ‘Obvious code,’ Nate smiled to himself. ‘I’ll just get on their good side and then start stealing whatever they’re stealing.’ Jobs like this were always the most dangerous but most rewarding.

An old man greeted him at the front of an old fishing style house. The blue paint had already started chipping off the walls while some of the fisherman decorations looked like they were about to fall from the ceiling. Nate looked a little concerned that there might not even be anything for him to steal.

“Good day young man!” the old fisherman had a deep caring smile. “I’m so glad you made it. I’m in so much need of help. I’m surprised someone like you would like to join my team!”

‘Someone like me? What’s that supposed to mean?’ Nate gave a fake smile back. “Of course. I’m in a bit of trouble right now and just need a job.”

“Hopefully not legal,” the old man prodded Nate’s small pudge while he laughed.

For a second Nate was taken aback. ‘It’s just a joke,’ he shook his head trying to regain his composure. “Course not,” he laughed prodding the old man in his gut. “Nothing like that just lost the job and need some work elsewhere. Heard you are in need of cleaning up a mess?”

“Oh ho! Straight to work I see! Good man you are. I didn’t take you for such a go getter. Here follow me! Don’t see many you’re age so eager for work.” The old man stared up and down Nate skeptically. ‘I’m 39!’ “Follow me,” the old man smiled and waved his hand. He led the younger man past the boat house to the fishing dock.

“Where are we going?” Nate asked. He was thinking he’d be led into the air conditioned boat house. Not in the middle of the ocean. His former partners weren’t trying to kill him, were they? He forced the thought out of his head. They’d already fucked him over they weren’t people who took unnecessary risks. “I thought I’d be ‘cleaning up a mess.’”

The old man turned and handed him a shovel, “You are my boy! What kind of mess did you think an old man on a shipyard needed?” He pointed down to a giant ship propeller. It had coral and algae plastered all over it. “I need you to clean this up. It’s a rather large mess. That’s why I was surprised someone like you would like to do it.” He splayed out his hands like that proved a point.

Sure Nate had come in a cheap suit but he didn’t expect this to be manual labor. He’d thought the worst it would have been was cleaning an office. Not actually being outside scraping shit off an old propeller. He’d never done anything like this. His whole life had been scamming people out of money. Nothing that dealt with actually doing work. Everything about him was either pudgy or underdeveloped. He wasn’t built for this kind of work. “Yeah I’m not…”

“$600 a day and an extra thousand for each day before Friday you finish.” The old man crossed his arms. He was serious.

‘The old dude’s loaded?’ Nate’s eyebrows shot up. He’d do anything for a quick buck. And he’d really be able to take his time “looking for work” if he had that kind of money. “Deal.” He held out his hand and gave the old man a shake.

“Good to hear! So happy to have a strong young guy helping me out.” Nate grabbed the shovel from him. He didn’t care if the old man thought he was heavy weight champion of the world. As long as he got paid he didn’t care. And if he got closer to him he could find out where the rest of his money was hidden.

“Of course!” Nate lied through his teeth. “Always happy to help someone in need out. I’ll get started right away.” The old man started walking away. “Chump,” he mumbled under his breath. “Now to find someone to do the work for me,” Nate pulled out his phone and started searching through his contacts. He needed to find someone he could still trust. Someone who wasn’t going to screw him over. He sat down on the ledge.

“CAW!” a pelican shouted in his ear.

“DA FUK?!?” Nate’s entire body lurched to the side. His body went into a fight mode as the giant bird closed in on him. “Get the fuck out of here you stupid animal!” The bird cawed again and flew off. “Stupid bird. Practically scared the shit outa me. Oh shit…” Nate groans as he realizes he’s dropped his phone into the sludge below him. He could see it start sinking. Thinking quickly, he climbed down the ladder and starts shoveling for it. The screen had fractured into a thousand pieces. It turned white for a few seconds and then shuts off.

“Damn it... Guess I gotta do it myself…” He kicked the sludge around him. His stupid suit had gotten muddy too. There was no way he’d be able to work in it so he started stripping down to his sleeveless shirt and underwear. It wasn’t exactly profession but he had to get the job done. “This is so gross…” he muttered. The sludge seemed to get everywhere. “Fuck this,” he grunted as he tossed his suit jacket to the side. He hadn’t even noticed the nicer shirt he’d been wearing under it had lost its sleeves.

The sleeveless shirt showed off his body more. Despite always being fairly skinny there was a bit of muscle attached to his arms. And with each new shovel of coral there was a little bit more. “Damn,” he cursed wiping the sweat from his brow. “This is hard work…” Mostly because his body just kept growing. The thin body he’d always had was bulking up with more and more muscle. Nate was rapidly losing any flexibility he had and the space was becoming more and more limited. But he had a job to do.

His large muscles worked overtime as he pulled the more and more of the coral off. He could feel the sweat dripping from his body. Once it would have made him feel uncomfortable. Now it just felt like a good hard day’s work.  

#blue collared #Muscle Growth #dumber

[jakelandry]

New Recruit

As Russel stared at the college brochure he couldn’t believe what was being offered. There seemed to be classes on just about anything he could possibly imagine. It was going to be hard to choose what he’d want to do. He still couldn’t decide between his computer science classes or history courses. All of them sounded interesting and the school had such a high reputation for academics that no matter what he chose he could definitely have a job when he graduated.

Then he stumbled upon the sports section. His face went sour thinking about all the jocks who went to the school. He’d known how they treated him back in high school and none of it was good. “Pfft. Like I’d ever even consider those,” he scoffed flipping through the pages.

“Sports aren’t all bad,” a friendly voice chimed in. Russel practically jumped seeing the giant of a man standing over his table. Then again almost everyone was a giant to Russel. Just barely being over five foot, he’d have to look up at just about anyone who wasn’t going into middle school. But this guy seemed bigger than most even by Russel’s standards. “I’m one of the coach’s at that college. Mind if I sit? Maybe I can convince you otherwise.”

Russel laughed. “I’m sorry,” there was a sarcastic superiority as he said, “Mister…”

“Actually it’s Coach. Coach Larson,” he decided to take a seat regardless of Russel’s answer.

“Well Coach,” he still had a level of snide in his voice. “Don’t think I’m really built for sports. Not exactly someone whose very athletic either.”

“Oh?” Coach somehow was able to sound surprised. Russel figured he was being mocked but didn’t say anything. “I’ve worked with lots of guys who’s had the same problem.”

If put on a different person the dark glare Russel gave Coach would have probably sent shivers down someone’s spine. “I’m not someone who works out. I’ve never even seen the inside of a gym. Why would you even think that I could do something like that.”

“I can show you the gym,” Coach’s body shook as he laughed. “Afraid the weights don’t go high enough in there? Cause I make sure we’ve got plenty to go around.”

For some reason the way Coach said it made Russel think about it. He was right he hadn’t seen the college’s gym yet. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that’s not what he meant. “Dude,” the word felt so foreign to Russel that he stopped speaking.

“What? You, nervous?” he paused waiting for Russel to say something, “I get it. Going to a new place is hard. But a guy like you would fit in way better there than most places on campus. Gym just needs a bed and you’d probably never leave it.”

Russel found himself laughing at the idea. It sounded pretty nice. Wouldn’t have to waste any time crossing the campus to actually get there. He found himself shaking his head unsure why that didn’t sound right. But he quickly found himself more distracted by how closely his legs were closed. They naturally opened up wider, taking up more space. His wide shoulders and thick chest filled out the shirt his dad had given him when he’d been going to college. It was supposed to be some kind of tradition to pass on but he’d grown a bit too large for it to fit comfortably on his body.

“So what do’ya say?” Coach extended a hand out to the new recruit.

“Don’t see why not,” Russ smiled. He twisted his cap backwards and leaned more comfortably in his seat. He was glad he chose the booth so he’d actually be able to get comfortable in it.

#coach Larson #Muscle #Muscle Growth

[jakelandry]

Chat Log: Dad Bod

Mr. Lewis was getting a little worried about his son. Over the last few days his son seemed to have completely changed his personality. It was nice that he was going out more and trying to improve his body but his son had never shown any interest in working out prior to couple of days ago. Moreover he was making huge changes to his body. His son’s slightly overweight frame seemed to have made even bigger strides over those few days too. Mr. Lewis was just worried.

“It’s for his own safety,” Mr. Lewis reasoned as he logged into his son’s computer. The boy used to be so worried about him finding his porn that he’d lock everything up. But even that had changed over the last month. He didn’t seem to care about him finding anything on there. Again, the added confidence his son showed by meeting new people and staying out late with friends Mr. Lewis had never heard about wasn’t a bad thing. It was just completely different to what he was used to. And he was just feeling a little worried.

As Mr. Lewis went through his son’s computer he couldn’t find anything too crazy. It all just aligned with his newer interests. Instead of the massive amounts of video game emulators or science articles, his most recent websites were bodybuilding ones and videos about how to get bigger and stronger. Even the gay porn had disappeared and was replaced almost exclusively with women. None of this made any sense.

‘Hey there big guy,’ a message popped up on the bottom right of the screen. His son hadn’t signed out of some app. “Shoot!” Mr. Lewis frantically tried to close the tab but opened it instead. He was now clearly online. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t see this ;D’

Mr. Lewis pulled open the app. “Maybe he knows a little about what’s going on…” he said to himself. ‘Hey bro. How’s it hangin?’ It was hard for Mr. Lewis to impersonate his son. They seemed to at least have a few things in common but now they felt like completely different people.

‘No need to pretend lol I know you’re not Dalton.’

“Uhh…” Mr. Lewis’ mouth hung open as he reread the message. ‘How do you know that?’

‘lol’ It took a few seconds before Mr. Lewis realized he’d just confirmed he wasn’t his son. ‘You’re just like him. Just a little slower on the uptake.’

‘I’m not stupid,’ Mr. Lewis typed back. He was a little angry that someone would even suggest that.

‘XD Never said you were stupid. Guys like you can’t afford to be stupid. Just a little slow when you aren’t in charge of the situation. You like being in charge.’ Each of them came as different messages. Mr. Lewis was still reading a little bit through his anger. He didn’t like the attitude of whoever this was. ‘Don’t you?’

Mr. Lewis couldn’t help but nod at the question. Whoever this was seemed to know him at least a little bit. ‘Dalton must have said something about me...’ even though he never felt like too controlling of a father. He set boundaries but he also felt like they were reasonable. Mr. Lewis typed several messages but none of them seemed to get his point across. ‘All I want to know is what’s going on with my son.’ he settled with.

‘?’

Seeing that single question mark only made Mr. Lewis angrier. This guy had to know at least a little something. His moniker was xxx_musclewoshiper_xxx for Christ’s sake. “Fucking asshole. Don’t lie to me,” he cursed the stranger while trying to figure out what to type. 

‘lol don’t get mad.’

“Huh?” Mr. Lewis stared at the screen. “How’d he know I was mad?”

The three little dots pulsed at on his avatar. ‘Not hard to figure out XD’

“Can he see me?!” Mr. Lewis jumped from the computer and stood up. He looked at the camera on the side of the computer and saw that it was still off. “I’m just being paranoid.”

‘Nah. It looks like you kind of get it. More than most at least. Like I said you aren’t stupid.’

“Are you kidding me?” Mr. Lewis stepped outside of the screen. He looked around his son’s room and realized just how much else had changed. The math trophies that lined the walls were replaced by wrestling and rugby ones. The posters that were hung up weren’t filled with puns but of pro athletes. Mr. Lewis felt confused. This wasn’t his son’s room. “What’s going on?”

The ding of a message brought him back down. ‘Nothing you need to worry about. Come back over here.’ Before Mr. Lewis even realized it he’d obeyed the message. Once he was in front of the screen he tried to back off again. ‘Sit.’ He obeyed again.

“What’s going on?” he repeated. His confusion had turned to fear as he stared at the three dots rotating. It just made him even more uncomfortable watching them move.

‘You love your son. Don’t you?’

“Of course I do. I’m his father.” He sounded more defensive about the statement than he meant to.

‘Right. So you want what’s best for him.’ Mr. Lewis sat in the chair waiting for the next sentence. He didn’t know where this was going. ‘That’s why I turned him from that to something you can be proud of.’

“I am proud of him. I’d be proud for just about anything!”

‘lol Come on… Guys like you say that but you don’t really mean it. You wanted him to be big and strong. You love that he plays sports and flirts with girls.’

Suddenly he felt very odd about it. He meant it. He knew he meant what he said. But now those words almost seemed hallow. “I love my son,” he said again.

‘Course you do. Just like any good father. You were there the whole time teaching him how to be a man. You taught him how to play sports and was so happy when he wanted to join the wrestling team just like you.’

“Huh?” Mr. Lewis thought back to when his son had joined the wrestling team. He could remember being so proud of his son going the same direction he went. “But…” he tried to protest. The memories were there but there was a part of them that didn’t seem familiar. He could remember joining in college and being able to take the other guys down. His body twisted and turned while his muscles forced them down on their back.

‘But nothin!’ The message startled Mr. Lewis. ‘You were one of the best guys out there. You overpowered them and loved every second of it. Getting them to submit to you filled you with pride.’ Mr. Lewis grinned at the complements. The newer memories were overtaking his older ones. He couldn’t remember the old ones. Something like being interested in sports was nearly second nature now. He loved them. He couldn’t imagine his life without them. ‘You’re a real alpha. Dominant. Strong. In control. You work out so much to get rid of that extra energy but still sometimes it’s not enough.’

Mr. Lewis grinned at the complements. The rush of taking charge was starting to take over. He was consistently being promoted for his ability to lead the rest of the staff. There was no way he could get pushed around easily. He looked down at his body as it molded to the new reality. The large gut in front of him thinned while his chest pushed forward. It was hard for him to look over the massive pecs. His weak flabby arms tightened into tight biceps. He gripped the chair harder as his hands thickened out even more.

‘That’s where some of the interns come in. They’re naturally drawn to your masculine energy. The confidence is enough to let them know you’re in charge. And they will do anything you ask of them.’

“Yeah…” he growled. His dick was rock hard thinking about the younger staff he worked with. Each one had this positive can do attitude and were so much better at keeping secrets.

‘Especially the young gay guys. They nearly worship the ground you walk on. And you love it. They love everything about you that makes you male.’

Mr. Lewis paused for a second his hard dick was still distracting him. “I’m not…” he started out.

‘It’s not gay when you only top.’

“I like the way you think,” grinned Mr. Lewis.

‘I know ;D Now give me a big ole flex.’

#chat log #Muscle Growth

[jakelandry]

Update May 5, 2019

Hey so I finished some of the stories I’d started a long time ago that had just been sitting slightly unfinished. They mostly just needed a few paragraphs and I’d either lost interest or just didn’t know how to finish it. I’ve got a couple of them done now so I’ll at the very least post Thursday, Tuesday and then Thursday again and try to get a few more of them done so I can have at least some kind of schedule. 

While you wait I have started a second blog with short captions that I’d been working on with AmalianNetwork just for fun to try to think of idea. I’ve never been much interested in short captions but AmalianNetwork said I really need to post them so I guess I am now. I’m queuing them up right now to post twice a day between 7pm and 9pm central standard time. It might randomly update more than that over the next week as I accidentally hit post instead of queue....

Short Caption Blog

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Chat Log: Bro Out

When Dalton downloaded the app he didn’t know what it was supposed to be. It was just supposed to let him talk to people all over the world. Several of his friends had downloaded it to use for gaming and staying in contact. They’d bragged about all kinds of features that other apps didn’t give them. It was supposed to be one of the best things on the market despite some of the mass media pundits saying otherwise. Dalton downloaded it regardless and added all his friends.

However there was one day he was home from college and no one seemed to be on. He figured this might be a good time to try out some of those features he’d heard were so much fun to use. It was something that allowed him to talk to a random stranger. His friends liked making people feel uncomfortable and tried to think of as many ways to embarrass other as they could. It would oftentimes lead them to doing embarrassing things but they were too busy laughing at the dumbfounded faces to care.

Dalton opened it up and was almost instantly connected to someone. ‘Hey.’ He started out.

‘Hey there bud. How’s it going?’

‘Pretty good. Nothing too exciting right now,’ Dalton wasn’t as good as his friends at doing this. They could always think of something funny or awkward to say while he just sat back and laughed.

‘Really? Big guy like you doesn’t have a date?’

‘Lol not today.’

‘Aww… That’s too bad. A big sexy jock like yourself should always have someone hanging under their shoulder.’

“What the…” Dalton felt like he wasn’t in the correct body anymore. He reread the last statement but couldn’t quite understand what it meant. He wasn’t some jock. And he barely knew anything about sports but right now it was all he could think about. His body was rapidly putting on more muscular weight but it was starting to get harder to think. All his thoughts blurred with watching football and wrestling.

Dalton jumped up from the desk. “Holy…” he couldn’t believe his new size. “This is…? This is real?!” His hands were running over his new body. Just feeling the dense muscle was getting him hard. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself. “I can’t believe this! Did he do this?”

‘lol looks like you really like showing off.’

“I mean yeah,” he was talking to himself showing off his new body. “Who wouldn’t?” His hands couldn’t keep themselves from running up and down his muscled pecs. Just the thought of what he was now was getting him a little hard.

‘Not many people lol. Bet you wanna show off to me. Why don’t you?’

Dalton felt a little strange. He didn’t know this guy or even how he’d see him. He paused wondering if his computer had been hacked or something. “I’m not sure that’s…”

‘C’mon handsome. You love it when people give you complements. Especially men. It’s like they’re telling you how much inferior to you they are.’

“Hehe,” Dalton laughed stupidly. “I guess… So you wanna see this?” He ran his hands over his thick abs as he flexed them. His muscles were tight and defined. Running his hands over his smooth muscles kind of turned him on. Seeing the kissy and heart eyed emojis fill his screen just goaded him even more. He pulled out another flex and gave the computer a bit of a wink. “I’ll get all the guys after me now,” he grinned.

‘Guys? You only date girls.’

“But you said…”

‘That you like men giving you complements? Yeah you love it. But you only date girls. But that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy the company of men from time to time. With a body like yours you’d make so much more showing it off to guys that dating them. Make them feel like total bitches.’

The thought ran through Dalton’s mind over and over again. He’d never felt this way before. His old mind was fighting to stay on but his new one was rapidly taking over. Just feeling the power in his body was enough to drive him mad. He wanted to show off. Be the biggest guy on the block. “Fuck,” he growled as he thought about other guys complementing him then taking their girlfriends him. It’d be an honor for them to allow him to do so.

#chat log #Muscle Growth #jock

[jakelandry]

Update April 16, 2019

I’m sick of waiting for the appeals to get the stories back up. I figured 4 months would be enough to actually be able to appeal but I guess not. If you want to know what stories are “too hot for tumblr” they’re:

Stronger : Reprogrammed, Muscle Growth, 142 notes

Friends With Benefits : Tyler, Muscle Growth, Hair Growth, 255 notes

Birthday Present : Jockstrap, Muscle Growth, Masturbation, 255 notes

Jock Juice : Muscle Growth, Dumber, Role Reversal, 238 notes

Snooze : Weight Gain, Hair, Beer, 154 notes

I know my update schedule has been really random. Sorry about that. Just working on a lot of stuff right now and can’t really keep up with what I was doing. I will try to post more often, I just don’t know when.

[jakelandry]

Growth Timer

“What the hell is this?” Chris demanded. He stared down at his roommate while holding the small device in his hand.

“You didn’t use it…” Mark took it from his roommate. “Did you?”

“What the hell kind of question is that! Look at me! I wanted to do a simple workout and now I’m the size of the fucking hulk!” Chris shouted. His deep voice resonated off the walls causing whatever was on them to shake. He clapped his hand to his forehead and tried to calm himself down. “What is this?” every word came out slowly, but there was clear anger behind each on.

“It’s a device to change your life. When you turn it to a number it’s like a timer, whatever you’re thinking about it changes your life closer to that ideal. So if you wanted to study something for like a year. You turn it to 1, and then start looking over your notes. During that time frame it’s like you’d been studying that for a year,” Mark replied. “What did you turn it to?” Chris grumbled a number under his breath. “What did you turn it to?”

“30…” Chris grumbled out.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re only 27!”

“How was I supposed to know!” Chris shouted back. Again the walls rumbled under even the sound of his voice. “How was I supposed to know,” he growled. His lowered voice only made him seem even more threatening.

Mark tried to calm his roommate down. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Whatever you changed can still be reversed. What were you thinking about during the timer?”

“What does it look like I was thinking about,” Chris kept his voice at a lower volume but it still was intimidating. Mark seemed completely confused. “Are you joking?”

“No? Whatever is changed is like it’s always been. Didn’t you feel that happening while you were changing?”

Chris thought back to the sensation. It was still a little crazy to think about. He hadn’t really realized it. He’d gotten the timer to time a workout, spun it around and then started looking up some guys for inspiration. Recently he’d been looking at a bunch of guys online, ‘real big muthafuckers’, and he was getting jealous of them. He just hadn’t realized how much time he was spending looking at their strong muscular bodies. His eyes just drifted from picture to picture taking in the massive size each one of them had. Their broad round shoulders, pecs that strained every shirt they wore, arms looking like they could burst out of their sleeves at any second, legs that were molded to their legs. Chris wanted it all.

He’d found himself touching himself more as he looked at each picture. It was like his entire body had become incredibly sensitive to the idea of being bigger. However he didn’t notice the growth. Too distracted by his own jealousy to be bigger he just kept growing. Every minute was like another year trying to get that big. His chest pushed against the superhero shirt he was wearing. The sleeves couldn’t contain his growing arms and split up the sides. A solid six pack pushed out from his skin. Every part of his looked solid, imposing, giant.

“Fuck…” Chris had groaned still wanting to be bigger. 15 minutes of growth had past and he still wanted to be bigger. It was like he’d been bodybuilding for 15 years of his life but it still wasn’t enough. His body just kept inflating even larger. Veins bulged out of his body pumping blood faster to the enlarging muscles. He could feel the power but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted more. It was getting harder to move. The size and density of his muscles were far too thick to give him the same mobility he’d had. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the power.

Then he came too. His entire room had changed around him. Large posters of bodybuilders lined the walls instead of anime characters. There was a heavy weight set in front of a mirror and he could see the different colored posers sticking out of his dresser. A quick glance to the mirror let him know something was wrong. But he couldn’t help but give himself a few poses before realizing that the ‘timer’ he’d picked up actually wasn’t a timer.

“Well??” Chris demanded an answer.

“I thought about bodybuilding…” then he looked down at his giant body again. Chris flexed his arm seeing the giant bicep bulge with unbelievable power. He’d never seen one so thick. It all made since why guys would want to do this, feel that certain power. That’s why he spun the dial again.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Mark demanded.

“Gonna get bigger,” he grunted.

“No don’t!” Mark tried to stop his roommate but one big hand easily held him back. And there was no way he could do anything about it. Before he knew what was going on that growth happened all over again. He was suddenly looking up at his giant of a roommate wondering how someone could want to be so big. But there was a small inkling in the back of his head that once he got his device back he might see what it feels like.

#Muscle Growth #Muscle

[jakelandry]

Lucky

There was just something different about Patrick. I just couldn’t quite place it. All of a sudden he just seemed to be so lucky in everything that he did. Somehow he kept getting A’s on tests he never studied for. Or winning giveaways that he didn’t even know he participated in. Or when we went to the casino and were asked to leave because he was winning too often. Nor when the bouncer gave him his phone number as we were escorted out. And just to make matters worse, he called it out each time. He would just say, “I’m going to get his phone number when we leave,” and then it happened. I couldn’t believe it.

“You’ve got to tell me how you’re doing this,” I finally snapped as he won another giveaway online. He just saw it on the last day you could participate, pulled out his phone, and in two days got the email to verify his winnings.

“Doing what?” he smiled innocently.

“You know what,” I frowned. “How do you keep winning at everything? I mean it’s just insane! You barely even try and you still come out on top.”

“Just natural talent,” he flipped onto his back, still playing with his phone. I just rolled my eyes. “What? Not a good enough answer? What if I said I was Irish? Got the ole luck of de Irish down in me.” Pat’s accent was terrible but it was still able to pull a bit of a smile out of me.

“Well, whatever it is you got to let me in on the secret sometime,” I pressured the conversation.

“Oh?” he turned to his side taunting me. I couldn’t him like this. “You wanna know? How about if you out drink me then I’ll let you know.”

“Out drink you…” my face flat lined. “I’m not exactly a drinker…” I’d never even gone to one of the parties on campus. It just didn’t feel right. I’d be so far out of my element and then I’d have to make friends with people I didn’t know. It sounded like an awful time.

“C’mon…” Patrick goaded. “Celebrate that Irish ancestry.” I paused for a second. There was a bit of a discrepancy in my head as he said it. For some reason I thought I was German, Polish and French but that didn’t make any sense all of a sudden. There was clearly a bit of British and mostly Irish. “That’s why you got that flaming red hair; ain’t it?”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “I guess… But still I don’t drink all that often.”

“Well… Holiday’s a great time to start,” he pulled out a couple of shot glasses with a giant bottle of flavored vodka next to him. I couldn’t believe the size of the thing.

“Where’d you get that!?”

“The store?” he said casually pouring us each a shot. “Go on. You’ll like it. I know you like beer more but let’s start with this.”

“Right…” I muttered, not sure if that’s what I meant. Alcohol wasn’t meant to be stored in the dorms but I guess that didn’t really matter. It’s not like I was about to rat him out just cause he had some. I looked at the small glass.

“Bottom’s up,” he smiled as he handed me the small cup. I took the shot. It burned all the way down. I could feel my face scrunch as it went into my belly. Patrick gave me a quick slap to the back. “Good job,” he complemented. “That probably won’t be the only time you hear that tonight.” His eyebrow cocked as if to taunt me. I ignored it. “C’mon big guy. Don’t be like that…”

Suddenly my entire body felt warm. It was an odd feeling. For just a second I felt like none of my clothes fit right. Like they were a few sizes too small. I stretch my heavy arms to the sky and felt my shirt fit more snuggly over my round belly. Even if that usually did show it off, it was better than being uncomfortable. I gave him a grunt. Patrick knew I didn’t like it when he called me big guy. I gained a lot more weight over my first couple of semesters than I thought I would have. For all the cafeteria’s ‘healthy choices’ most of them were still loaded with salt and fat.

“Not what I meant…” he muttered to himself. He poured us each another drink. “You’ve been working out a lot since you started here.”

“Huh..?” I questioned as I downed it. The sudden warm feeling washed over me again. Of course I’d been working out for a while. If I was going to gain weight I wanted it to mostly be muscle. I flexed my arm almost out of impulse at what I assumed was a complement. He always mentioned when I was looking good. I may not be gay but that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the complement every now and then.

“I mean you’ve always been such a jock. So I guess it makes sense,” we took another shot.

“Dude, why you bein so weird all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being weird,” he laughed. Not weird for him maybe. “Why don’t you flex for me? It’ll make you feel better.”

I held up my right arm and gave it a nice flex. It bulged under my sleeve. In the other hand I took another shot. He wasn’t wrong. It did make me feel a bit better. I wasn’t sure why though.  “What are we still doing here?” I asked, realizing we were in our dorm by ourselves.

“Just a little pregame. But it seems like you’re going pretty hard,” he laughed. “You feeling alright? You look pretty wasted already.”

“I ain’t swasted,” I slurred. My balance was off. I could feel myself stagger even just standing there. “Well… Maybe a little…”

“I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere tonight. But then again you did challenge me to a drinking contest…”

“I did?”

“C’mon dummy,” he mocked. “You don’t remember. Do you..?”

“Uhh… Guess not… Slipped my mind…”

“You’re lucky you’re so handsome. And have a friend like me who helps you out. I know you’re grades really started to improve since you told me you were failing,” it felt like he was mocking me.

“I’m not that dumb…” I retorted. For some reason I could feel like he was right. School was difficult. I’d much rather just be partying with the guys at the frat house than studying the night away. It was far more freeing and liberating that being stuffed behind some computer.

“I know… I know…” Patrick smiled. He drew himself closer to my body running his hands up and down my arm. “You try your best. That’s all anyone can ask for.” I suddenly felt the urge to pull away but Patrick just tightened his grip. “What’s wrong? You like it when I touch you.”

“Huh?” I realized what I’d done. “Dunno…” I muttered. I could feel myself getting hard all of a sudden. He put more of his weight on me. It felt nice. I fell down onto my bed. He squirmed his way up my body, groping each muscle as he did so.

“That’s more like it,” he smiled as he kissed my neck. I figured he wasn’t the only lucky one tonight.

#holiday #Muscle Growth #dumber

[jakelandry]

Idle Games

John didn’t know what he was doing. He joined the stupid dating website on a whim and planned a date on Valentine’s Day. It was completely out of his character but apparently he found someone just as desperate and quickly jumped on the idea of going on a date with him. Now he just had to fight off the nerves. Then he felt his phone vibrate. “Oh God…” all his nerves shot up as he looked at the name on the text.

‘Sorry I’m going to be a little late,’ he read the text.

“Great… I’m going to be stood up…” he looked over the pictures of the girl who he’d asked out. There was no way someone as attractive as her would ever like his dopey, doughy ass. If she was a real person then it had to be a catfish or something. More thoughts like that shot through his head as he took himself down several more pegs than the few the idea of going on a date had brought him up. Just looking down at how uneven his clothes fit or how even though he tried to make himself look better he ended up still looking disheveled. “I’m just gonna go home…” he stood up but another text stopped him.

‘I normally don’t do this. I just got carried away with something stupid. Maybe you’ll have as much fun as I did,’ she added a winky face and link to some kind of website. John didn’t know what to expect but he would have never thought it would have been one of those idle games. The website read ‘Dream Date’ in fancy bubble letters. ‘Those games are so addictive. Why don’t you try it while you wait? Again really sorry!’

John paused as he looked over the stupid time waster. He was already out in public, and she said it’d only be a few minutes. “I’ll give it a shot…” he said reluctantly and sat back down. It was obvious just how much time it’d take to get through the game as each ‘level’ gained would then need an exponential amount of clicks to get to the next one. However, if he was going to wait he might as well do his best to bide his time.

‘Are you a boy or a girl?’ the first question read. John clicked the male icon and watched a generic generated character slouch on the screen. If he knew any better it almost kind of looked like him. It had the same sloppy hairstyle and rounding belly that he’d grown to hate. But it looked like a silly drawing that anyone could do. He started tapping the character watching the points go up. The number in the top left of the screen went up with every click. He just watched it keep going up. Then he unlocked the first perk; confidence.

‘Confidence: automatically clicks 0.4 times per second.’ He clicked the upgrade and watched his number start to tally up just a little bit slower. He kept clicking and then adding another upgrade each time it was available. Then he read the next one. ‘Charisma: automatically clicks 1 times per second, synergizes with confidence.’

“That’s odd…” John thought to himself. He looked for some kind of multiplier but it didn’t have one. “Must still be in beta…” he reasoned, “No reason to release a game that doesn’t have one.” It didn’t stop him from clicking though. His finger just kept lifting up and down on the button watching the character change a little bit. Instead of being slouched over his back started to straighten up and stand tall. It was weird. But then he was surprised when two new attributes were added at the same time. “Don’t they usually try to sparse these out? And why are they so cheap?”

His finger drifted over the two new features. ‘Intelligence: Know everything to impress your date.’ ‘Workout: Have the body you always dreamed of.’ However since both only cost a few clicks he purchased them both. Apparently intelligence synergized with charisma and workout with confidence. “Makes sense…” he told himself as he bought a few of each of them. The numbers on the game just kept rising even faster. However he did find himself clicking on the workout button more often than the intelligence one. Even though he had enough to buy a few levels of intelligence he still went more for workout option. For some reason it was just calling to him more. He couldn’t seem to stop buying those upgrades.

However what he didn’t notice was with each upgrade he was starting to grow. It was adding more and more workouts to his life, making him bigger. The clothes he was wearing started to fit him differently. They laid better over his developing muscles. Each time he upgraded the workout feature was like he added another workout he’d done that year. Not to mention the permanent multipliers; ‘healthy eating’, ‘cardio’, ‘with a friend’ and ‘trainer’. Each feature added a plus 2 to the multiplier of how effective the bonus each upgrade to working out was. So the hundred levels he’d put into working out had a multiplier of 8 giving him 800 workouts over the past few years. His shoulders grew wider. He had to separate his legs even more to give room. The bench he was sitting on could barely fit on it anymore.

“Fuck little dude, you’re gonna be so swole,” he complemented the animated character. “But maybe I should put a bit more in that one…” His finger hovered over the intelligence button but paused as he thought about it. Based off the multipliers he could have easily afforded 40 or 50 levels but he still hesitated. Then another feature unlocked; ‘dressed for the occasion: adds a +5 bonus to each feature.’ “Fuck yeah! You’re gonna look so good!” he celebrated as he watched the shabby clothes disappear and a handsome vest and pants that matched. His clothes fit him perfectly, rolling around each muscle. It was tight enough to show off with a light flex but loose enough to move around easily in. The long unkempt hair quickly shortened into something easy to maintain.

John looked over the game again. He hated seeing how much less the intelligence setting was than every other one but once he saw the next locked one he wasn’t going to waste any more points. ‘Bigger dick for the bigger guy.’ He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of multipliers could be added to that one.

“John?” a female voice called over to him.

He looked up from his phone and saw his beautiful date walking closer to him. “Hey there babe,” John wrapped his thick arms around her pulling her into a tight hug. “That game you sent me sure was addictive… I’ll forgive you for being late.” He kissed her on the neck feeling her body.

She leaned into it. “I know… I just couldn’t stop playing but I didn’t want to miss our date either.”

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll make sure I’m a bit more fun than it…”

#holiday #Muscle Growth

[jakelandry]

Nathan couldn’t help himself whenever he saw Evan around him. The jock had gotten so used to picking on the nerd that even after they graduated he still found time to pester and annoy the other guy. And now he was going to the same gym as Nathan. It was perfect. He stopped his workout and started walking over to Evan. However someone bumped into him.

“Sorry man, didn’t see you there,” the guy said.

“The fuck you didn’t,” Nathan tried to ignore him but realized that Evan had moved on somewhere else and he didn’t know where he was. “Dumbass faggot little piece of shit…” he scoured the gym looking for the nerd again.

“Excuse me?” the guy he’d bumped into seemed to still be around. His deep voice would have been intimidating but Nathan wasn’t someone who was easily pushed around. Even after he was rejected from the college football team he still continued to workout hard to get as big as he possibly could.

Nathan turned around. “I said dumbass fa… got… piece…” his voice stopped as he realized just how big of a guy this was. Nathan had always been fairly large, a good 6’3” with densely packed muscle that he worked on growing during his four years of high school and after. But this guy was absolutely massive! He couldn’t remember seeing someone so large in his life before. Even at as tall as he was, Nathan had to tilt his head pretty far back to look the other man in eyes. “I mean…” he stammered over his words but couldn’t help but feel like something was off. It was like he was getting taller. Nathan tilted his head back even further.

The man let out a grunt. “Still haven’t noticed?” he smirked.

“Huh...?” Nathan asked as he was coming out of his daze. The man in front of him was getting taller. “What the?!” Nathan started looking over his body realizing all that dense muscle he’d worked so hard for was starting to disappear. Little by little he could feel it draining from his body. He was getting smaller. Muscles pulled in on themselves. The large round globes he’d considered his arms were nearly thin enough to see the bone. The chest he’d always bragged about shrinking away, giving the tight sleeveless shirt so much room than it ever had before. “What’s going on!” he shouted but any authority in his voice seemed to be draining from him as well. He balled his hand into a fist and tried to assert his dominance.

However throwing the punch only seemed to make the big guy mad. His smirk quickly flipped. “You think you’re still a tough guy?” the man’s voice was quiet but sent a shiver down Nathan’s spine. He took a step towards Nathan making the former jock shrink back. Instinct had taken over that he couldn’t do a single thing to the giant. His face barely came up to his chest and his arms were well over twice the size of the thickest part on his weak body. “Huh?” the big guy thrust his head forward causing Nathan to shrink down in even more fear. “Huh?” he pushed Nathan lightly. Nathan didn’t move. He just wanted it to all be over. “Thought so,” he grunted.

“But…” Nathan was trying to find his courage but seemed to lose it again once he made eye contact again. Nathan’s eyes dropped to the floor. “But what’s going to happen to me?” He gripped his shorts tighter, making sure they didn’t fall to the ground. The straps on his sleeveless shirt were already threatening to fall completely off his thin shoulders. He still kept his eyes to the floor as he kicked his feet around the size 15 shoes. There was so much room in there that it was near impossible not to move them around.

“What’s going to happen to you?” the guy scoffed. “You’re gonna be a dumbass faggot little piece of shit. See I don’t like guys like you in my gym. In here I get to decide who’s big.” Nathan’s eyes rose up for a second but seeing the ferocity in the other man’s just made him past him. As his eyes hit the front door, they went wide as he saw his girlfriend entering into the gym. “Right on time,” the guy grinned as he started taking off his hoodie. “Here you can have this as a consolation prize. Gettin too small for me anyways.”

It hit Nathan in the face. He couldn’t help but smell the sweaty scent dripping off the fabric. Nathan took in a deep breath feeling the other man’s masculine smell flow through him. It took him a good 20 seconds before he realized what he was doing. He forced the fabric from his face and looked over to where his girlfriend was. “Shit!” he thought. “She never looks at me that way…” he could see her ogling every muscle on his body. She tried to play it cool but it was obvious just how into him she was. A soft delicate finger ran up the swell of his bicep as she leaned more weight against his body. Even with all the facial hair he could see the grin on his face. “She hates facial hair…” Nathan told himself again. But not him.

He stared as she acted like she didn’t want to go but was actively moving closer to the door, underneath his large arm. Nathan couldn’t help but feel jealous. He was everything he wasn’t. Big, strong, confident, masculine. How could he be anything but jealous? All he could think about was that large man on top of him. His giant mitt of a hand holding his body down against the mattress while his hips bucked into his back. All he could think about was how big that dick must be based solely off of how large every other part of him was. Then everything stopped. His hips bucked.

Nathan paused realizing what he’d just down. The grip he had on his shorts loosened and they fell to the floor. Instantly he covered himself up with the jacket the other guy had given him. He could feel his face growing red but no one seemed to be looking at him.

“Hey there bud,” he heard someone come from behind him. Nathan could feel the warm grasp of the other man pull him in tightly. “Hopefully you aren’t starting anything without me…” the guy taunted. He could feel the soft lips kissing the side of his neck. Nathan let out a moan.

‘Evan…’ he smiled as the other man wrapped more of his large body around his. Just feeling that dick against his ass cheeks was enough to get him hard again. Then Nathan started to struggle under Evan’s lithe muscular frame. “We’re in public,” he blushed again. That’s not what he meant to say but somehow it still came out. And seeing just how much bigger Evan was than he had been even seconds before, sent another wave of blood to his dick. The weak nerd had grown to be the size of a normal kind of jock. Not too big and bulky but he clearly worked out. Smooth dense muscles pushed out his sleeveless shirt. Nathan grabbed the shorts pooled around his legs and pulled them back up. He didn’t want Evan to see his boner again.

“That never stopped us before…” Evan teased. His finger held Nathan’s chin up as he tried to stare at the floor again. He knew Nathan knew what he was talking about. All the times they’d even down it in the locker room right here in the gym. Nathan’s ass tightened. “Thought so… But the way you were looking at Doug maybe I’m starting to get a little jealous.”

Nathan could see through the teasing smirk that Evan was still a bit serious. He looked up and down the man standing in front of him. Sure he wasn’t wide or thick but he was clearly taking care of his body. His chest may not have been as heavy but Nathan couldn’t help but find his face wanting to bury itself deep into the crevice between them. He found himself drifting underneath the armpit to fill the small space caused by his lats.

Evan smiled as he wrapped his arm tighter around his boyfriend. “Guess not… Maybe you’ll get to meet him when I start training with him.”

“You’re going to start training with him!?”

“Of course,” Evan laughed. “He actually approached me about it. Said he had a special program to get me just as big almost as him. Can you imagine that?”

#muscle theft #muscle loss

[jakelandry]

Fantasy Football

When Richie saw that his school had a fantasy football team, he’d gotten really excited. He hadn’t expected a school to have one but the idea of someone actually setting up a set of rules for everyone to follow, peaked his interest. He’d always loved doing them at home with his friends but that was near impossible when he moved away to college. So he went to sign up. However just like every other college event there didn’t seem to be too many people interested in it. Only the coach to the football team was sitting there with a stack of papers in front of him.

“Is this..?”

“Fantasy football league?” the coach interrupted him. He seemed to put a lot of emphasis on the word fantasy. “Sure is. Go ahead and start filling out the paperwork.”

“Am I…?”

“Nope. There’s still plenty who have signed up. Just finish the paperwork and then we’ll really start playing,” the coach said.

Richie was a bit confused but found a seat and started filling it out. ‘Player’s name:’ Richie laughed at the idea. Sure it was a bit silly to add a role playing bit to the game but it wasn’t his game to decide. ‘Might as well play along…’ he smiled as he filled out his name, date of birth, favorite number, etc. But then he came across position. ‘Top,’ he laughed to himself again. But obviously it meant where would he play. Not being too big of a guy, Richie had never even played football. Besides gym class where he’d still be competitive but compared to the guys actually on the team he didn’t stand much of a chance.

Didn’t make him love the sport any less but he still didn’t know what he’d play. ‘It’s a game so I can be whatever,’ he reasoned with himself. ‘Offensive line,’ he wrote in. Then he saw height and weight listed right after it. ‘Fuck it. 290. 6’4”.” He added. ‘Not like it matters,’ he smiled to himself as he turned the paperwork back into the coach.

The coach looked it over. “Offensive line?” he questioned. “Don’t have too many guys excited to play that. Everyone wants to be QB…”

Richie laughed with him. “That’s just a glory position. Plus I want to know when I’m about to get tackled. Don’t know how comfortable I’d feel under another guy.”

“True…” the coach smiled. “Well you’re uniform’s in there. Go ahead and try it on.”

Coach pointed to a door and Richie walked in. As he walked through the door he realized that he didn’t know what Coach meant by uniform. He brushed it off and looked for the locker with his name on it. “Here we go,” he said happily.  Seeing the full set of football gear started to make more sense. There was a jersey, compression pants, pads, and a stained jock for him to wear. He held up the jock and questioned it. “What the…” a smell drifted from the jock. It should have been revolting but somehow Richie found it familiar. He took another whiff and shrugged his shoulders. The weirdness of everything seemed to run off him as he pulled it up his legs. He did the same with the rest of the uniform but wasn’t sure why it felt so weird on him.

The XXL jersey seemed to be a little too big on him but as he moved around it started to become more comfortable. He held up his compression pants but after a few steps they didn’t feel as large as they once did. It was like they had sealed against his massive legs, growing tighter against his frame. Feeling the fabric compressing around his round muscular ass was always nice. It was hard for him to turn around and see but this kind of fabric always showed it off so much better than everything else. Just the number of glances he’d gotten was enough to tell him that.

He started walking deeper into the locker room. Each step the size 16 wide cleats felt like they fit his foot even better. Maybe even a little small. Seconds passed and his clothes started to feel like they wrapped tighter to each and every muscle on his body. He ran his hand over his belly. Just seeing it in the mirror he was a bit jealous of what some of the other guys looked like but then he flexed his arm. The thick bicep easily filled the jersey. Even without pads on his shoulders were far broader than many others on his team. He may not have had the cut jaw of the QB but his rounder face had a different kind of handsomeness that still attracted enough ladies.

‘Probably my size too,’ he mused to himself flexing. His hand brushed up against his dick. ‘Definitely my size,’ he smiled. He grabbed his gloves and helmet and met with coach outside.

“Ready to go?” Coach asked. Richie looked up, a glare in his eyes. “I like that look. Makes you look serious,” Coach laughed.

#football player tf #holiday

[jakelandry]

hello? have you gone from tumblr completely?

So my week has been really busy with school and I haven’t been able to make very much recently. Also apparently I was one of the blogs flagged so that apparently meant that the only way i can see messages is by directly clicking on the messages. I’ll try to stay on but they still haven’t said anything about the appeals i made even after I deleted the pictures off the ones that were flagged. So idk....

[jakelandry]

Chaperoning the Prom

Chaperoning the prom was always annoying. I’d been to enough of them and each year it was exactly the same, a lot of 18 year olds dancing to loud music that would be forgotten in just a few years’ time. I’d gotten used to it. Just dress up in something that’s fairly nice and make sure none of the students sneak off and try to have sex on campus. It was a lot harder job than it seems. With about 200 students there was a lot to look out for.

However, about halfway through the dance, I saw some two of the students leaving the gym. Well leaving might be a bit of a nice way to put it. One of the students was dragging another student out of the gym. I put on my teacher hat and followed. It didn’t look like something that would be good. I saw the door outside close and the student threw the other student against the wall.

“Hey!” I shouted out the door. “What do you think you’re doing?” Two guys looked like they were about to get into a fight but one obvious didn’t want to be part of it. They stopped and I realized it was Scott Bradshaw and Carter. “Really Scotty? Can’t you just leave him alone?”

“No fucking way! This faggot’s been staring at me all night!” Scott was getting heated. He always had trouble staying calm whenever something he didn’t like what was going on. And this wasn’t the first time he’d complained about Carter. I had ignored it over the years, figuring it was just a phase, but obviously it had gotten a lot worse.

“So?” I questioned. “You ready to get expelled on senior year cause someone thinks you’re hot?” He winced at the idea. Obviously he only liked it when the girls looked at him. Someone like Carter was out of the question. I knew he hated it but I needed a way to make it sound less appalling to him.

Scott weighed his options. He knew his dad would beat the shit out of him if he found out Scott had gotten into a fight. “No…” Scott lowered his head in shame. “But he better stop cause I’m fucking sick of it! He’s…”

“Go inside,” I used my coach’s voice. He lowered his head as he passed me.

“Fucking pussy ass piece of shit… Dumbass fucking coach… Can’t fucking do a god damn thing,” Scott muttered as he went inside.

I turned my attention back to Carter as the door closed. Scott wasn’t worth the time and he was going to be pissed whether I’d stopped him or not. “You alright?” I tried to sound friendly but I didn’t know much about the kid. He was quiet, shy and didn’t like people paying attention to him. He’d always stayed in the back of class during gym and didn’t do any sports.

“Yeah…” he said. His attention seemed to be a little distracted though. Carter was looking all over my body trying to drink it in. I knew he had a thing for me too but just figured it was a passing phase. The number of times I’d seen him stare at me like this was far too many to count. “I was just going to try this on Scotty but…”

For some reason I couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence. He just kept talking but I couldn’t understand it. He just kept going but I had no idea what he was saying. Suddenly I felt really dizzy. I leaned against the wall. My vision blurred and my mind just didn’t know what was going on. I tried to keep myself up but it was getting harder to do. The nausea was taking over and I felt like I was about to fall over. Carter seemed to be saying something to me but I still couldn’t understand him. He just kept talking but it all came as a garbled mess. Another dizzy spell. It was getting harder to think. I felt like I was going to throw up. All of my weight shifted forward as I tried to heave but nothing came up. Then it all stopped. I could still feel bits of that sickness in my stomach but it was starting to go away.

“Are you okay Adam?” Carter asked me. I looked down at his concerned face. Why did he call me by my first name though? He shouldn’t know that… I felt the dizziness come back and ignored it.

“Yeah… I think so,” I muttered. Something seemed wrong about everything.

“You sure?” Carter asked. “Tell me how old you are?”

“I’m…” The first thought I had was 53 but that wasn’t right. I couldn’t be 53 yet. That was still a few years away. A few years? A few?! No it was like 10! Fuck it was so hard to think. I ran my hand across my salt and pepper stubble. It was getting hard to think again. But I felt like I could feel it changing texture. The hair was turning for sharp pricks to a softer texture. The wrinkles around my eyes and the fat around my chin seemed to tighten up. But that didn’t make sense why I’d have any of that! I wasn’t even 40 yet! There wasn’t any white in my beard. It was almost pitch black.

“Ok,” Carter had a smile on his face. Even though I didn’t answer it didn’t stop him. He seemed to be enjoying what was going on. “What do you do?”

“I coach…” I trailed off again not knowing if that was right. What did I coach? It didn’t sound right. I know my wife was a teacher here too but couldn’t remember. My mind grew hazier. I looked down at my hands seeing the gold band around my finger disappear. I was trying to remember something but didn’t know what it was. For some reason I thought of Mrs. Bradshaw but didn’t know why. I was too distracted by the roughness of my hands starting to change. They’d grown rough over the years but I couldn’t tell what was changing about them. It was like the callouses and deep cuts in my hands were softening up. It was like when I was back in my 20’s. But at the same time my skin pulled tightly against my muscles. Even when I wasn’t flexing my bicep still looked toned.

I tried to fight off the dizzying headache. “I’m 18…” I finally realized. Why that was so hard to think of I don’t know. “I’m a personal trainer at the gym…” I added. The second question came a lot easier. I shifted my weight to the wall and leaned back against it. The dizzy spell was starting to go away. Carter wrapped around me and I could feel his soft lips against mine.

“Feeling better?” he asked, deepening the kiss. I think my grunts were enough of a yes as I pulled him into my strong body. His little body grinded up and down my side and I could feel his hard dick pulling up and down my leg through our black pants. I flipped around so he was against the wall and I was on top of him again. He paused and looked up at me with those big brown eyes. “Yeah. I think you’re feeling better,” he grinned.

It was an odd grin. I wasn’t going to read too much into it though. My boyfriend pulled back into my mouth and I could feel he was even more ready to go as he unbuttoned my pants. His smaller hands wrapped around my dick giving it a bit of a tug. “Fuck dude…” I moaned. “This why you wanted me out here?”

“Course big guy,” he wrapped around me even tighter. Whenever he was horny he loved putting almost all his weight on me. His hand didn’t stop though. He meticulously worked around my shaft only playing with the head a little bit. I leaned in closing the small gap between us and using the wall to help support some of his weight. I may have been strong but my knees were going weak as he worked me over.

Carter knew how to push all my buttons. He knew that this kiss was only a distraction. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted this to last. But he denied my kiss, almost taunting me. I could see it in that slick little grin of his. I let out a grunt. I couldn’t help it. My body fell against the wall. I tried gripping something. Trying to hold back. It was so hard. His hands, so soft. “Fuck.” I grunted as I felt my resistance break. My body thrust on its own, forcing globs of cum onto the concrete below me. Carter had gotten good about not getting it on us. And with what we were wearing it would have been a problem. Not to mention some of the black lights used on the dance floor.

“I’m glad you came to see if I’m alright,” Carter leaned in for that kiss that he denied. I leaned back into the wall as my body regained its composure.

The door opened distracting us. “HEY! What are you kids doing out here?!” Coach Bradshaw stood in the doorway. Carter broke the kiss and helped put my dick back in my pants.

“Nothing sir,” I said turning around. I was a few inches taller than the coach. But he was a bit wider. It was only because of the fat that he’d garnered over the years from not taking care of his body. If he wasn’t so stubborn I would have happily given him some lessons and plans but he always held that he was the one who should do the teaching.

“Nothing…?” he grit his teeth. “Well why don’t you boys go do nothing on the dance floor?”

Carter just grinned. “I’d happy do ‘nothing’ with Adam anywhere.” He bumped into me and I couldn’t help but crack a bit of a grin at the lude reference. “Would you like to go do ‘nothing’ on the dance floor?”

“Of course,” I rounded him up underneath my arm. He fit so snuggly. “We’ll go do nothing on the dance floor,” I mocked as was passed Coach Bradshaw. Even though I stared him down as we entered the gym I couldn’t help but notice Coach Bradshaw still staring us down. But at the same time my eyes lowered and I could have sworn I saw a bit of a bulge in his dress pants.

#Muscle Growth #AR

[jakelandry]

Maybe I’ll have to check it out. After all who doesn’t love a good hard cucumber inside of them?

Why not move to cumblr once it's done?

because I don’t know what that is……. So I guess the follow up statement is, “What is cumblr?”