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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.”

I wish my best friend could stop being bullied for being a little runt. Would also be great to have a big sexy boyfriend out of him too

You whispered your wish under your breath when you and your best friend, Ethan, went to the beach. You felt a little bad for him when you saw that he refused to remove his t-shirt despite how hot it was.

“You gonna leave your shirt on?” you asked him, giving him the up-down.

He shrugged his slender shoulders. “Yeah,” he shyly admitted, taking a hesitant glance around the beach at the other guys who were there. They were all muscled up, looking like models straight out of a porno. then he held his slender arms up as if to illustrate his point.

Ethan had always been skinny, something that he was irritated with the older he got. He’d tried to bulk up and put on some muscle, but it never seemed to work. You’d taken him to the gym plenty of times too since you had a lot of muscle on your body, so you knew the exact workout plans and diets to follow; but no matter what the two of you did, Ethan remained skinny.

You moved to reassuringly pat your friend on the shoulder, however, the moment the two of you made contact, there was a little shock that you felt. You instinctively moved to recoil, but found you couldn’t. It was as if your hand was superglued to him.

You gritted your teeth as you tried with all of your might to pull away, but it was futile.

“Dude, what’s going on?” Ethan panicked.

Then the two of you noticed something else happening.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ethan’s body rapidly inflating. It was as if someone had attached an air hose to him, and started to pump him up with muscle. His traps inflated and started to slowly engulf his widening neck to the point where it looked like he lacked a neck at all. The growth traveled down to his arms which packed on meat and bulged like crazy, making his biceps look like the size of melons. His pecs ballooned out in front of him, completely obscuring his view of the lower part of his body.

“Holy shit!” Ethan gasped in shock.

“I know! You’re getting huge!” you breathed, unable to take your eyes off him.

“No,” Ethan shook his head as best as he could with his lack of a neck. “You’re getting smaller.”

“What?” you wondered, looking down at yourself before screaming. 

All of the hard-earned muscles in your body were deflating, becoming flat. Your biceps grew smaller and smaller until your arms were stick-thin and shapeless. Your pecs flattened against your chest and left your torso entirely undefined and slender. 

You fought hard to remove your hand from Ethan’s broadening frame when you realized that your friend wasn’t so much as growing, but he was stealing all of your muscles.

Ethan’s shirt exploded off his growing frame, exposing his thick roid gut and mountainous pecs that should’ve been yours. Your bathing suit fell to the ground the more muscle you lost, your thin legs looking tiny and unimpressive. With your free hand, you struggled to hold them up.

When you finally managed to pull your hand free, Ethan was left as a large over-muscled bodybuilder and you were a skinny twink.

“What the fuck happened?!” you panicked, looking down at your slender frame, figuring that you had to have lost at least sixty pounds, leaving you small and boyish. You were so busy freaking out that you barely noticed it when Ethan waddled over towards you.

“I dunno,” he said, staring down at you hungrily. “But I have to admit that you look really cute like that.” He wrapped his barely-flexible arms around you and shoved you into his massive muscletits that should have been on your body, not his.

Despite how freaked out you were, you couldn’t help but melt into the new muscle man’s bulky body. Your horniness clouded over your fear and you ran your slender fingers over Ethan’s massive pecs, enjoying how his bulky muscles twitched with want as you did so.

“So what now?” you asked him.

He smirked down at you. “Let’s go to my place and you can worship these big muscles of mine,” he laughed, literally throwing you over his broadened shoulder and carrying you to the parking lot.

Throw two alpha males into the same gym, and they’ll either become best friends or enemies.

Maybe if Derek wasn’t such an asshole, we’d have been best bros. But one time I was just finishing up my entire workout and I told him he couldn’t switch in, and he got all pissed about it. It was my last two sets, and then I had to run, he didn’t have to act like such a little bitch about it.

But now every time we’re in the gym at the same time, he’s gotta pull some kind of shit. He even has a couple admirers that do his fucking bidding- I saw some nerdy type trying to steal something from my gym bag, and when caught in the act, he just ran behind Derek like some kind of cowering puppy. Pathetic.

Not that I don’t have a couple of non-muscle types on my side. I’d been helping this kinda guy Shawn for a month by giving him some pointers, and he’d seen some small gains, and now he practically worships me. And honestly, I was proud of him- it’s the incentive to keep going to the gym and work- whatever genetics gave you- that mattered to me. Sure, he’d never weigh more than a buck fifty, but he wasn’t some asshole like Derek.

It was after Derek “tripped” one day and spilled my protein shake that I just got super pissed and ranted about him to Shawn.

“I can’t stand that asshole!” I growled, glowering from across the gym. “He thinks the whole fucking world revolves around him.”

Shawn tried to calm me down.

“Listen, Mark,” he said, helping me clean up my shake. “You’re a good guy, and you’ve been super nice to me. Maybe I could do something to help you out with Derek…”

“Like what?” I asked.

Shawn blushed.

“Well, uh… I’m kind of a hypnotist, and…” he cleared his throat. “I could maybe make this audio file that makes him listen to you…. follow your orders…”

“Are you for real?” I said. “That shit actually work?”

Shawn nodded and then continued.

“I could pretend to ask him for lifting help, act like we had a falling out, and then tell him that I had this great file that would help him out with his workouts….”

Holy shit. That sounded amazing.

“Shawn,” I said, clapping him on the back. “You’re fucking awesome, bro!”

And the rest of the week at the gym, it all went to plan. Shawn started following Derek around, praising his muscles and asking for help. Derek seemed only too happy to steal away an admirer of mine, and actually started parading Shawn in front of me, trying to piss me off.

But then I’d see him post workout, earbuds in, listening to something. Shawn saw me taking note and winked.

My phone buzzed. A text from Shawn.

“His trigger phrase is Muscle Slave,” it read.

I grinned. I couldn’t wait for just the right moment.

It came the next week. In the locker room, I saw Derek’s scrawny hero-worshipper kneeled over my gym bag, mumbling something. Derek probably sent him over to throw it in one of the showers or some juvenile prank like that.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little twerp?” I bellowed, and the little pipsqueak jumped into the air and took off. I looked in my bag. Nothing missing. I pulled out my muscle tank and a clean jock from the bag and threw them on with some shorts. This shit was gonna end today.

I made my way across the locker room to Derek, who had just finished working out.

“Your little dork was trying to get into my stuff again,” I growled.

Derek looked up from the bench he sat on.

“Christ, you’re an asshole,” he sneered. “Just ‘cause you’ve got some muscle, you think you’re in charge. Take that away and you’d be a nobody.”

“And you think everyone should just bend over at your every word. Can’t imagine a world that doesn’t revolve around you,” I spat back.

Strangely, he grinned.

“I can’t help it if little guys love me,” he flexed in his tight black undershirt. “If you were one, I bet you’d be all over this too. Or should I say, when you are one…”

I froze. What the fuck was this asshole talking about?

“I can’t believe it,” he continued. “That ‘little dork’ you were talking about actually did it.”

“Did what?” I cleared my throat. Something felt weird. I glared down at Derek. My hand went to my throat. “What the…?”

Derek’s eyes blazed as he actually started to laugh.

“Shit, you haven’t noticed? You’ve gotta be 30 pounds lighter by now!”

I looked down. My previously tight muscle tank was hanging off of me. My pecs! Gone! My biceps- gone! All of my hard earned gains at the gym were melting away!

I stared in horror at Derek. Fuck, was I getting shorter? He was sitting- I should be towering over him.

“That ‘little dork’ friend of mine does some magic in his spare time,” Derek chortled. “And he agreed with me that you should get taken down a peg or two.”

My shorts felt loose as I lost another inch. Two.

“You bastard!” I yelled, and my voice cracked.

“So now you’re going to know what it feels like to be a scrawny little nerd, obsessed with big muscle guys.”

Oh god, even my dick was shrinking. I could feel the jock loosen around my balls. I should have been pissed, but… I just saw this behemoth in front of me, his thighs bulging in his dark green shorts. My now tinier dick was hard and getting harder. Fuck! I was getting horny looking at Derek!

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, sounding like some little bitch.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror to the side. I must be barely 5'4’’ now! I’d be lucky if I weighed 120!

Derek grinned at me.

“You want this, don’t you?” he said, and flexed his massive arms.

Fuck. I did. My shorts, now too baggy for my shrunken frame, fell down around my ankles. God, even my feet had shrunk! My size 13 sneakers made me feel like I was wearing clown shoes.

I stared at Derek, impossibly horny. God, I wanted him to fuck me. To pin me down with his massive bulk. He stood over me, a giant, seemingly impossibly tall after once being just an inch shorter than me. He pushed me to my new, skinny knees.

“Not giving orders anymore, are you, you horny little twink?” he laughed.

And then I saw the earbuds still in.

“Shut up, Muscle Slave,” I snapped.

Derek blinked. His jaw started to go slack.

“What…?” he trailed off. He looked wobbly.

“Sit down, Muscle Slave,” I said.

He did.

Fuck. I was horny. And now this massive muscle god was sitting in front of me, awaiting orders.

I wrapped my new smaller hand around my tiny, hard cock. My other hand moved its way to my ass. God, fuck, I was so small, and horny.

I needed to get fucked.

“You’re right,” I purred, tracing my hand down Derek’s massive shoulder. “I’m just a horny little twink boy.”

His eyes seemed glazed.

“And now you’re gonna fuck me like I’m the center of your reality.”

I saw his dick twitch in his green shorts.

“Fuck me, Muscle Slave,” I whispered.

He picked me up right out of my now massive shoes with one arm, and slid off the now comically large jockstrap down my now-hairless legs. He turned me around, and I felt his massive cock push against my ass.

“Yes, master,” he said.

I started to grind my perky little ass against his raging boner. I felt the sinew of his muscles gripping me, enveloping me. I wanted to worship every one of them.

Fuck.

I was a horny little muscle-obssed fuckboi.

I moaned in my higher voice.

And this muscle god was going to fuck me until I forgave him.

Don’t Drop the Weight

Adrian was so happy when he found this gym. He’d just moved to a bigger city to get away from everything he knew. They just didn’t get that he was going to make it big as a bodybuilder. Most of his family or the other guys at the gym said he was just dreaming too much and needed to find a more reliable job. But he said he was going to do it. He watched so many videos online of those big guys working out and emulated them as closely as possible. His favorite days were drop days. He’d just have to work out to a point of complete failure and the weights would drop out of his hands.

“Dude…” one of the guys working out next to him glared at him. “Don’t drop the weights. The manager hates it when guys do that. He doesn’t want us damaging the floor.”

Adrian was a bit taken aback by the comment. Just looking at this guy he was huge. Even compared to Adrian he had a really big physique. “Huh? But that’s what all the other guys do.”

“Not in this gym they don’t,” the guy shot back. He was still speaking in a hushed tone like he was trying not to get anyone’s attention. The music was blaring so Adrian couldn’t tell why he’d try to be so quiet. He gave the other guy a skeptical look. “Look, all I’m saying is watch out. The manager is in charge of the gym and he doesn’t like it when we don’t take care of it. He’s not a bad guy. Just don’t get on his bad side.” With that he headed away from the racks to another machine.

“Whatever,” Adrian scoffed, and then went back to his workout. He picked up the heavy dumbbells and started pumping out several bicep curls. He loved seeing his seventeen inch arms swell. Their solid round shape always got him so excited. Girls at the bar would always be all over him asking his size. He’d always say a couple inches bigger but they never said anything. By morning they would be so impressed by him a couple of inches would seem like nothing.

Adrian finished his sixth rep and the weights slipped out of his hands. “Fuck yeah,” he grinned in the mirror. ‘One more than last time…’

“HEY!” a deep voice shouted across the gym at him. It echoed through the people, the weights clanking and even the music playing around him. What’s worse Adrian knew it was directed at him. He paused for a second. A primal fear made his body unable to move. But he wasn’t some fucking pussy. He stood up from the bench and spun around. “Da fuck’s yer problem?” he cursed at the person now standing in front of him.

The man just looked down over his massive chest. He was bigger than Adrian could have ever imagined. At 6’2” Adrian didn’t have to look up to many guys but this guy was absolutely massive. He stared down over his meaty pecs glaring at Adrian. “You’re dropping my weights.”

Adrian could hear the threat behind his words. He stumbled backwards trying to regain his footing. “Yeah? So? I’m just trying to get big.” He was trying to defend what he was doing but this was one of the first times he’d been intimidated by another man. Adrian held his ground trying his best to stay confident. He’d seen other guys do it so why couldn’t he?

“Because you’re going to ruin my floor. I don’t want to buy a new floor so I made it a rule that no one drops weights in here. Got it?”

“So you’re the manager?” Adrian asked.

“I am,” he glared back. The manager crossed his arms over his chest making his already large form that much more intimidating. “Whatever I say here happens here.”

A chill went down Adrian’s spine. He was going to hold his ground though. “I ain’t no pussy. You may be big but I don’t go down easy.”

The manager laughed. “You’d go down the second any guy asked you to.”

“The fuck you say?!” he got closer to the manager poking him in the chest. “You callin me a faggot?”

“Well you aren’t straight. You don’t ever think about girls. Only men.”

Adrian’s finger rested on the chest in front of him. His mind started to wander about the man standing in front of him. He could feel blood flowing down to his dick. It was a little hard. “I ain’t gay!” he shouted. The manager just laughed at him again. Adrian tried pushing the massive gut but he didn’t move.

“You know you’re not as strong as you think you are,” the manager grinned.

“Huh?” Adrian tried pushing him again but it felt like he was trying to move a concrete wall. A powerful, sexy concrete wall. As his dick hardened thinking about the man in front of him he pulled back afraid of the new thought. He was using all his strength and the guy wasn’t moving. The harder he pushed the more he thought about how strong he much be. How powerful each of those muscles were. How tightly he could be held at night.

Adrian stopped pushing and jumped back. “I’m not gay,” he said unprompted. The manager laughed again. It just pissed Adrian off even more. He balled his fist ready to strike.

“You know you’re not as big as you think you are.” In that moment he could feel something around his body change. The shirt he was wearing didn’t quite fit him the same way. His attention turned to the mirror as he looked up and down his body. His muscles dwindled to a size he hadn’t seen since he started high school. Each second he was losing another inch around his arms and his chest wasn’t as thick as it had been. He held onto his pants as they almost fell down over his nearly flat butt. Looking up at the manager he seemed even tall than before. Adrian barely came up to his chest.

“What’s wrong with you!?” he shouted. Out of instinct he threw a punch at the man in front of him. The manager didn’t even bother dodging. It just bounced off his body. “Oww…” Adrian whined. The manager reached behind him and picked him up by the collar. He could feel his feet lift off the ground. His body froze knowing that any movement would have just made his situation worse.

“Hurt didn’t it? Maybe if you spent more time working out instead of watching the other guys work out you could be a little stronger.” The manager carried him over to the front door and tossed him out onto the sidewalk. “Come back tomorrow with a better attitude and maybe I’ll say something different.”

Adrian looked down over his weaker body. He stared at the back of the manager watching him walk away. Part of him was a little horrified at what had just happened but another part was too aroused to be upset. He’d just have to come back tomorrow to find out.