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voyeager · 9 months

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In the months since his father’s company had gone bust in the middle of a huge financial controversy, Parker had lost absolutely everything. He had been raised as the kid who got everything he ever wanted and never had to work for anything in his life. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been academically gifted because as soon as he finished high school he had a job at his father’s company and over the years his responsibilities and paycheck continued to increase, even though he had done little to prove his worth to those around him. It was as clear as day that nepotism was running wild in the company but nobody could have suspected the scam that Parker’s father was running with a number of known criminals. Not even Parker himself had known; he was as shocked as everybody else when his father had been escorted off the premises in handcuffs!

With no real qualifications to his name and only the experience of working for his father to go off, Parker struggled to find himself a new place of employment once it was clear that his company would soon be crumbling, its assets being sold off to the competitors it had ruled over for the better part of twenty years. Parker himself had been the public face of the company, speaking at all of its corporate events and even doing interviews with news stations when the situation had called for it. Having a lean body and a classically handsome face had been the key factors in putting him forward for that position but the downside was, as he was soon discovering in his conversations with potential employers, he was far too heavily associated with his disgraced father’s company and nobody wanted the bad publicity that would surely come with hiring him. He had been blacklisted from the business world!

Over the space of three months Parker had been helpless to watch as all the privileges he had known for his whole life were stripped away one by one: his numerous sports cars, his expensive tuxedos, even his penthouse apartment in a New York City high-rise. He was living in a tiny box apartment with his remaining funds dwindling as he struggled to curb his heavy-spending habits. Nights were lost to bottles of champagne and he refused to quit his membership to the exclusive gym he had been a member of since his sixteenth birthday, even if it was costing him five-hundred dollars a month and the guys he had once been friendly with weren’t quite as open with him anymore. Tabloids had been predicting that Parker was in on his father’s scam all along but had gotten away with it because there wasn’t enough evidence. Even though Parker fiercely denied it nobody seemed to believe it. Simply put: things were miserable.

His last hope came in the form of Cameron Fenhurst, a so-called “professional re-hirer”. His services weren’t cheap but his webpage had over a hundred recommendation reviews from people he had helped find new careers, even some who had been at rock bottom. Parker had contacted the man over the phone and upon establishing who he was talking to, Fenhurst had the gall to raise the fee Parker had seen on the webpage by a whole two-thousand dollars. Just a few months ago Parker wouldn’t have thought twice about spending that much on something trivial but given recent events, he found himself hesitating. The impatient clucking of the man’s tongue on the other end of the line hurried him into his decision though and despite the price hike, he agreed to meet with Fenhurst the following day to go over the details he’d be putting on his curriculum vitae and any other changes he’d have to make for his upcoming applications.

Upon arriving at their initial meeting Parker’s first thought was to note just how handsome Cameron was. He looked like he’d stepped right off of a runway or belonged on the front cover of a men's fashion magazine but here he was simply running what was effectively a career agency, even if it was a high-end one. The man gave Parker a thin smile as he inspected him but his features sharpened when Parker settled into his most flirtatious smirk as he seated himself across from the other man. “Don’t even try it, pretty boy,” Cameron remarked stiffly.

“So you think I’m pretty, huh?” Parker asked, unable to help himself. Gorgeous men always sent him into a bit of a tizzy; he had a reputation for being something of a manwhore thanks to his portrayal in the tabloids but he preferred to think himself as a connoisseur of the male body. “You’re not too bad yourself, darlin’.”

It was rare for someone to be so unaffected by his charm but Cameron's dark look made it clear that he had no time for Parker's flirting. Instead of responding he opened his ringbinder and began flicking through several pages until finally settling on one. As he scanned the page closely Parker inquired as to what had caught the other's attention. Cameron merely raised a finger and the former business manager found himself prompted into silence. He wasn’t sure why, he just felt compelled to remain silent until Cameron told him otherwise. Being bossed around by a gorgeous guy? Heck, that’s pretty hot.

“So I might have something for you,” he announced after a minute of silent reading. He removed the page from her folder and slid it across the table for Parker to read. Cameron's expression was completely neutral but there was the smallest glint of something in his eye. Parker cursed that he had never been good at reading people.

What he could read though was the job title at the top of the page: Manual Labourer. A laugh escaped his lips before he could help himself. “Are you serious? Me? Manual labour?” he gasped, his words interspersed with continued laughter. “Yeah, that’s going to be a big old no from me, babe. What else you got? Maybe something that pays a little better and is less, you know, regular people work.” He was convinced the other man was playing a joke on him because who in their right mind would honestly think someone of Parker's standing would lower himself to such a degree? His family name might have been disgraced but he was still a notable person and becoming a manual labourer would completely destroy his image, not to mention he’d barely be on a tenth of the salary he had earned when working for his father!

“You hired me to get you a job. That’s what I just did,” Cameron replied curtly, closing his folder and returning it to the bag beside his chair. “I suggest you look over the contract. That’s about as good as it’s going to get for you, I’m afraid. It might not be the… quality of work you were expecting, but in your situation you don’t have much choice.”

Parker’s eyes moved back down to the paper and he began to scan through the text, each progressive word making him more irritable. Forty hour work week, minimum hourly wage, not even a managerial position. He was expected to be just another grunt laying bricks and carting around wheelbarrows of mud? It was downright offensive to even consider! A few lines further down was a detail that made him perk up though and a wave of triumph surged inside of him as he highlighted it to Cameron: “They’re looking for guys over two-forty. I’m barely two-ten. Looks like I’m not suitable for the position.”

Certain that he had won the verbal tussle he had engaged Cameron in, Parker took the glass of wine from in front of him and took a long sip. He savoured the taste of apples in his mouth before swallowing it down and taking another gulp. For the first time in several minutes Cameron began to smile. “That won’t be much of an issue, I assure you,” he advised in as calm a tone as ever. “They’re also not looking for an egotistical man-child with a criminal father either so I made sure that was taken care of too. I pride myself on running a business where all my clients are satisfied, after all, but sometimes that requires taking a few shortcuts.”

As the man spoke Parker began experiencing a hot flush and had to loosen a couple more buttons on his shirt in an attempt to cool off. Soon though it was clear that having a hot flush was the least of his issues as his shirt suddenly became incredibly constricting. His muscles had begun expanding, pushing their fabric confinements to the very limit until they began to split at the seams and expose the taut tanned skin underneath. Parker attempted to exclaim in shock at what was happening to him but was only capable of letting out a few grunts, each one coming out deeper than the last.

Within moments he barely fit in his chair: his waist was still slim but his thighs were the size of watermelons and his calves were footballs in their own right. Meanwhile his pecs had ballooned to such an extent that he was probably better endowed in the chest area than some of the women Parker had taken to bed previously. Mountainous traps had formed, sloping down from the top of his thick neck to his broadened shoulders from which hung the two strong branches of his arms. His hands were calloused and rough as if he’d been in a physical trade for his whole adult life and even his forearms were well defined to compliment the rest of his jacked up body!

Even as Parker felt certain that his physical changes had stopped a strange sensation began to travel across his face. It felt as if thousands of tiny needles were being pressed against every inch of his features, pinching areas while pulling at others. His nose and lips thinned, jawline squared out even further, and brow became a little more pronounced. He was still handsome, just a little less striking than he had been prior to his meeting with Cameron. Rather than looking like a refined gentleman he appeared to be just another jock who had continued training rigorously even though there was no chance of them ever going pro in their sport of choice. He even had the dimwitted expression to match as he stared at the contract and realized he could no longer understand half of the longer words written there!

“If you’ll just sign your name on the line at the bottom of the page, I’ll get the paperwork filed and you can start in the position as soon as tomorrow!” Cameron advised him. The hulking brute was quick to trust the beautiful man and, accepting the pen he handed to him, signed his name in distinctive red ink. A shiver rushed through his huge body as the pen parted from the paper, almost as if he’d signed his entire life away, but he didn’t even have enough brain capacity to consider if it had any deeper meaning. He knew that all he was good for was lifting heavy equipment and laying bricks. He’d leave the business and maths stuff to folks who knew what they were doing!

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Paul,” the refined businessman announced, accepting the pen from him again and then extending his other hand as he rose from her chair. “I’ll email through a copy of the contract for you tonight with the address you should report to tomorrow morning. They’ll answer any questions you have there. Do you have anything else for me, big guy?”

The newly christened Paul rose from his seat and gave Cameron a once over before adopting a dopey grin. “Oh I got something for ya,” he declared, groping at the bulge in his pants. Cameron chuckled and shook his head, before starting to reconsider.

“Ah, what the hell. I suppose you’re at least more tolerable now,” he huffed before indicating that Parker should follow him to somewhere more private. Cameron didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with the men who hired him but he’d always had a thing for big meatheads like Paul and it wasn’t like the other man had the brainpower left over to write his own review for the site. He’d have to write one for him and post it up later, knowing that it would eventually sucker in another man at wit’s end looking for a new career and unaware of what they were getting themselves into...

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voyeager · 10 months

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Taking over my son was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. See, him and his friends were always playing pranks around the neighborhood. So as a punshiment, I possessed his body with the charm an old witch gave me. Call me evil, sure, but it was amazing to feel young again! I couldn’t believe I had abs again, as they morphed into a beer belly a long time ago.

Youth was amazing at first, but then I began to notice some problems. When I was around my troublesome friends, my cock would instantly get hard and start to throb. I know what you’re thinking, maybe I’m gay now, but this was way different. I didn’t feel like I wanted to fuck them, it felt like I wanted to...consume them. And one day, I did.

We were just playing around in my garage, and my old body was stashed in my room for no one to ever find. My wife- err mother, was on a business trip so I had a month to myself. It took so much energy to restrain my leaking boner, even my friends started to notice it too. And the second they mentioned it, my cock grew to a massive size, bursting through my blue jeans and plaid-cumstained boxers. It was almost the height of my shortest friend, and it was dripping with semen. They were all astonished, and I was panting heavily. Jake, the friend who mentioned my boner, adjusted his blue cap and took one step towards the giant cock and it instantly lashed out. In an instant, my cock swallowed Jake up, and it felt amazing to me. I could feel the cells in his body turn to pure protein for me and my cock to devour. He was fighting it, I could tell, but I was moaning so loudly I drowned out his screams.

It wasn’t long before my cock swallowed the rest of my friends alive. Each other fueling my former son’s meatless body, building muscle. It was the start of an addiction, the taste of pure protein, the sensation of swallowing someone with my massive fuckmeat, and the bodily changes that came with it. After I swallowed all of them, my balls inflated to the size of beach balls. I could feel their DNA mix into my semen, and they would eventually be reborn as my children, or cummed into a sock.

My cock and balls eventually shrunk, turning back into a somewhat-regular 11 inch size, but my body was not the same. I looked down at myself, I wasn’t wearing this shirt before right? I was now bulging with muscle and meat. My son’s old skinny body was completely gone, I guess protein and teenage boy DNA bode well together. I ran my hands over my face and body, and felt a beard and hairy chest. Feeling the hair, I instantly lifted my pits, and to my disappointment there wasn’t hair. Thankfully, there was still that amazing musky scent I loved back in the gym. Damn I wouldn’t even be mad to spend the rest of my life like this, but sadly I know my cocks gonna need more bodies to swallow soon.

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Years of training had given David a good starting point. An average face with a nice average body gave him a ticket in the bodybuilding show. Although he might be disqualified but his determination makes him able join the competition. He was so excited to see the other male bodybuilder competitors. As he got near the entrance a stranger gave him a can of tanned paint, which smell like a perfume. He told David about he looked like a nice guy and could use this and left. He looked at the color and it was perfect tanned. As he paint himself with it and continued to walk behind the stage and wait to be calling. Other contestants keep teasing because of his average body while this competition were made for the contestants that were above 90kg categories.

As the show began he was a little bit nervous being watched by many audience. The judges ask him and other competitors to do their poses. Hunk after hunk show their skills and beautiful muscle on the stage. A few minutes later the paint aromas started attract those other competitors to come close to David. When they got closer to him, instead of doing their poses as they were supposed to do they fixed on him. Eyes right to David as they kept watching.

As the first guy got close enough to touch David, and when he did his whole body merged into David own. He had no time to respond as the second guy came and melted into him. The sensation was feeling was like an orgasm. All the bodybuilders in the stage were merging with him whenever one merged into David, his body grew bigger. David became bigger and bigger as the testosterone was going through the roof. As the last one dived into your expanding mass of muscle, there's another more came to him from behind the stage. As all the competitors were completely merged into him, he stood up. Every step he took was difficult as he was so much heavier than before. He has become one man a combination of 35 bodybuilders that gave him eternal youth, The strength of 35 men, and un unlimited supply of seed. David were so ready to face the audience as they walk toward him and ready to become apart of him. As everyone have already merged with David, he stood there and embrace how big have him become as muscle and muscle keep growing buried his head underneath his own muscle. He could hear all the people praised of how they become part of him from the inside.

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Summer holidays

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What a powerhouse! Erik Janicki

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MUSCLE / HEIGHT / SIZE DIFFERENCES AND WORSHIP :3

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voyeager · 11 months

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He hasn’t been able to pull himself away from the morphed image of himself in his phone for the past 15 minutes. Endlessly tweaking here and there all the while growing it bigger and bigger and bigger.

He’s sculpted a decent figure for himself, but he always fantasied of more. When this app started popping up on his usual haunts, he decided to give it a try after seeing some of the photos people have been posting with it.

So amazed by the realistic image his phone his able to create, he neglects to notice that it’s more than just a technological trick, with every change having a very real effect on his body.

Not until he feels something brush his ear, what he would shortly come to realize being his swollen trap, is he snapped back into reality. In his shock and clumsiness due to his sudden mass, he drops his phone, but the sound of it shattering as it hit the ground was the least of his worries.

In the mirror ahead he comes to grips with his unwitting enhancements. He had imagined the feeling of such swollen muscles as he pumped them up in the app, but the real deal is something else. Bulging all over, it’s all so hot, and fuck wouldn’t more be even hotter? but no… it’s… way, way too much, right? how is he supposed to do anything normal as a lumbering muscle beast like this.

With a grunt he bends over to pick up what’s left of his phone, noting as he does of how much less he can bend due to his thick abs and quads. Through the shards of pixels still managing to display a picture he frantically taps around hoping in vain to land on a setting to dial back the changes.

He sees himself growing in the mirror again and in frustration brings up his other hand to reinforce his grip and refocus on the task, but when it’s stopped short inches from the phone by his colliding pecs, biceps, and forearms, his phone once again goes tumbling down, this time across the locker room floor.

He rushes over to grab it once again, or at least he means to, but the growth has shifted into overdrive and his swelling quads are limiting him to the slowest waddle. Each step is more difficult than the last as he covers less and less ground between them. Despite his dwindling field of vision over his pecs and his arms getting pinned in the air further by the second, he’s still holding out hope that he can do something to make it stop… until, *crunch*

The growth stops at the sound, the phone was toast. His frantic thoughts give way to a wave of acceptance, at least for the moment, as he calms down enough to take in just how much more he had grown in the last few seconds. He’s shocked, bewildered, and aroused. In the mirror was a muscular starfish of a man, so bulging with muscle that he could do little more than wiggle his hands and feet. A size he had only fantasized about now oh so real after the series of bizarre events.

Having not planned to blow up into an immobile muscle blob today, all he could do now is wait for someone to find him and see what happens from there. As he passes the time by inspecting his heaving muscle frame he hopes that app had backed up to the cloud, cuz there’s a few more areas that could use some more tweaking now that he’s fully taken himself in.

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