Theres A Spell For That

There’s a Spell for That

As soon as I opened my apartment door, I knew the enchantment had worked.  A gentle sighing moan from the master bedroom could only mean that Fabio, the smoking hot contractor working on remodelling my kitchen, had taken the bait and was ready for me to play with.

I’d been looking forward to this moment all day.  Ever since he’d first come by to produce a quotation, I knew I had to have him.  Something about his latin good looks, muscular physique and the obvious disdain he had for ‘queers’ like me combined to make me weak at the knees.

Immediately, I decided that he would be mine and thinking how hot it would be to get the tattooed brute into (and then out of) one of my designer suits, I contrived a plan to make it happen.  The enchantment was simplicity itself once I’d discovered one of his dark pubes on the floor in the bathroom.  A few muttered words from one of my favourite spell books and all I had to do was slip the hair inside the pocket of the suit I’d selected for Fabio to model for me.

Having to be at work early, I left the suit hanging in my closet with the door and that of my room left invitingly open.  If the result last time I used this particular enchantment was anything to go by, Fabio couldn’t possibly last more than a few hours before becoming ensnared by the spell’s magic.  Of course, I’d lose a day on my remodelling project but it would be a small price to pay for an evening in the arms of a stud like Fabio.

Needless to say I didn’t get much work done at the office and several people asked if I was OK.  If only they knew!  My thoughts kept wandering back to my apartment.  I imagined the tattooed stud becoming increasingly distracted as he went about his work, drawn for some unknown reason to the closet in my room.  Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to resist anymore and would enter carefully so as not to disturb anything while looking around, searching the room for the source of his compulsion.

After a moment, his eyes would land on the rich dark material of my suit, hanging so innocently in the closet, and his fate would be sealed.  Lifting the hangar from the rail, I imagined the gasp of pleasure and bulge in his work pants as his cock swelled, pre-cum leaking freely into his underwear as the desire to slide into the expensive garment took hold.

Within moments, his normal work attire would be discarded forgotten along with his inhibitions as he began to dress again in my clothes.  What colour shirt would he select?  Would he pick a tie to match?  I had no idea but I couldn’t wait to find out.

He’d probably be wondering why he was dressing in his employer’s clothes but the nervous, erotic sensations would soon quell any lingering sense or propriety.  As each garment slips onto his firm, athletic body, the thrill and sensuous tingle of the expensive fabric would send shivers of excitement to his cock and when finally dressed, he would be captivated, entirely in thrall to the clothes and ready and waiting for his Master.

Walking quietly down the hallway, I peered around and then stood in the doorway to my bedroom and was greeted with a sight that went beyond even my wildest expectations.

Fabio was there, as of course I knew he would be, but what a transformation!  Gone was the uncouth, arrogant construction worker I’d hired last week and in his place, a suited stud lay with his pants around his ankles, reclining on my bed as he stroked his delicious looking cock with a smouldering look in his eyes.

I don’t know if he’d ever worn a suit before or whether the enchantment had helped him dress but whatever the case, he looked immaculate.  The dark suit was set off by a purple tie and the white pocket square neatly accented the crisp white shirt.  The tattoos visible on his hands were the only sign that this wasn’t a successful executive but a blue collar contractor.  The subtle, visible signs of his true personality made my cock twitch with excitement as I drank in the view.

It was clear that any lingering disgust for 'queers and fags’ had evidently been purged from the new and improved Fabio as his hungry eyes seemed to devour me in a most gratifying way.  He ran his tongue around his beard framed lips slowly and deliberately, glancing suggestively at his hardening member and asked me what I was waiting for.

Wasting no time to take up his invitation, I slipped off my suit jacket and shoes, loosened my tie and eased myself gently onto the bed next to him, our combined weight drawing us closer together as his rich, masculine scent enveloped me.  I savoured a brief moment gazing into the rich mocha pools of his eyes before our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss and I surrendered to his assertive hands as they eagerly explored my body.

It’s too bad this was just going to be for one night.  Unless…I pondered for a moment…there’s a spell for that.

The Potion Room

NOTE: This story was inspired by multiple different anonymous requests, so pay attention, as you might see yours in here ;)

Frank was dreading having to go to his grandma’s old house. Buried deep within the southern backwoods, the once tiny, charming mini-mansion had grown derelict over the years, and served only as a reminder of his grandmother’s lavish and secretive lifestyle. For years after her husband died, she had lived alone in the house, leading many of the local townspeople to suspect she’d turned to some form of witchcraft. Frank and his family never entertained this notion, of course, but truth be told, the never saw her often enough to know for sure what she did with her free time.

It had been just a few weeks since she “died.” Though a body was never found, the family could only assume something awful had happened. Perhaps she’d drowned herself in the same river as her late husband, or fell off a ledge on one of her long, early morning walks. Regardless, someone had to settle her estate, and Frank, being the eldest of her grandchildren, was saddled with the responsibility of driving down to that creepy old house to find the will.

It was almost dark as Frank pulled up, his headlights illuminating the dusty living room through a wide, antebellum-style window. The house, like grandma, was archaic yet oddly charming. He felt a tinge of both fear and comfort as he walked up the steps and opened the door. It was unlocked, leading him to suspect that burglars had already had their way with the property. As long as they didn’t take anything important, he thought as he began searching through the house.

Everything seemed eerily sanitized. The house was clean, save for a mountain of dirty pans in the kitchen. Had she been cooking something? Why would the door be unlocked? Why would the door to the basement be so open?

He’d never been in the basement as a child. It was one of the places he and his cousins were forbidden to enter, and he even felt the smallest inclination of guilt as he descended the stairs and turned on the light.

It appeared to be a wine cellar, only the wine bottles were smaller and were all clearly homemade. Grandma’s personal collection. On the table in the middle of the room was a note. Finally, Frank thought as he picked it up and read:

My dearest Frank,

To you I leave my most treasured collection. I implore you to read each label carefully before drinking, for if used right, this room could unlock your greatest potential. But if used incorrectly, it could unleash the monster in you.

Weird. Frank put down the note. He was disappointed. Out of everything she had, this was what she left him with? A dingy wine cellar?

Frustrated, Frank reached for one of the bottles. The label read: “Pinther” in her handwriting. Was it some special kind of brew? Frank didn’t even think. He popped the bottle off and began to drink, hoping to drown out the crushing disappointment that was growing heavier and heavier in his chest.

But it didn’t take like wine. Instead, it tasted like sugar water. It tingled and prickled his throat as it settled into his chest and began to expand. Oh shit, Frank thought, what did I just drink?

He didn’t have time to think because he was already falling backwards into a chair, his body seeming to suck itself in. His breaths became larger and deeper, and his body surged with an energy that he hadn’t felt since he ran track in high school.

His shirt was hanging loosely on his once bulky frame, and Frank tore it off to reveal a slim, runner’s body slowly beginning to chisel itself out of his fat.

“Holy shiiiiiiiooooooohhhhh fuck.” Frank shuttered as dopamine started to flood his system. He felt like he was on the brink of an orgasm, and his hands immediately started to feel up the hard new lines that decorated his body like a greek statue. He felt an immense attraction towards himself, and he stood up to admire his figure as the changes finished running their coarse.

“Fuck me man,” Frank said very literally as he admired his adonis body. He looked like a Calvin Kline model. Everything was perfectly proportioned, his skin perfectly toned and his muscles perfectly shaped. His jaw was chiseled and rough with stubble, and as he ran his hand over it and grinned, he could feel his dick growing ever more uncomfortable in his jeans.

He dropped them down to reveal a true beast of a cock, long and thin, with silvery pre-cum dripping from the tip. He had never been this turned on by his own physique, and the more and more he thought about touching his own body, the more his penis seemed to expand.

But then he remembered what he was doing here. What other potions might grandma have had stored in her collection? After all, it was Frank’s now. He could do what he wanted with it; he could BE anyone he wanted.

He reached for a random bottle on the shelf. Filled with horny excitement, he didn’t even read the label as he popped the cap and took a swig. This one tasted more sour, like tequila, and it burned his throat as it made its way down to his stomach, where it landed like a brick.

“Woah,” Frank remarked. Suddenly he felt very full, like he’d consumed a hefty meal. When he looked down he saw that his gut was starting to come back, but just as disappointment started to set in, he was hit with a tsunami of pleasure.

Frank stumbled around, his vision blurring. A warmth engulfed his body that was very different from the sharp coolness of the previous drink. This one made him feel numb, hot, and much larger. Literally, as he looked down at himself through the haze, he could see not just his gut was expanding, but EVERYTHING was expanding. His arms, his pecs, his thighs, his feet. Even his dick started to gain some chub to it.

“Lo que la cogida?” Frank remarked, than clasped his mouth. He had never spoken a word of Spanish, and yet as the warmth continued to spread, he struggled to remember anything in English. Who was the potion turning him into? He looked down one more time to see a light dusting of dark hair cover his thick, bulky muscles, and send him into a strange state of satisfaction.

When the changes started to subside, Frank began to admire his new body. It was thick as all hell, with bulging packages of muscle that made him want to cum right then and there. His skin had gained a slightly darker shade, and the stubble around his neck had grown into a thick beard. He was a handsome Spanish hunk alright, with a cock that seemed almost alien in its thickness and girth. Frank clasped it in his rough, hard hand, and started to stroke.

He threw his head back. “Ay dios mio…” Nothing compared to the feeling of letting his meaty dick slide through his calloused finders, wet with per-cum. He liked the feeling of letting his wet hands caress his thick muscles, flicking his nipples and toying with his big cushon-y ass.

He could have been perfectly content walking out of that room in his new form, settling down with some sexy girl or guy who’d worship his body every night. But no, Frank wanted more…

Latin Frank sauntered over to the shelf and reached down to the very body. His skin caressed itself as his bulking muscles rubbed each other, and he had to close his eyes to stop himself from shooting his load. Not yet, he thought, and reached for the very last bottle on the shelf.

It was black, and the label had been scratched off. He felt hesitant, that was, until he popped the cap and took a wiff. This potion smelled like night, like cool, crisp evening air, like dark mist forming at the base of forest trees. He didn’t care that the bottle was unwelcoming, or that he might have been overdoing it with grandma’s gift. He simply drank it just like every potion before.

He realized immediately that he’d made a mistake. His body flared with pain, REAL pain, as the liquid, fiery hot and bitter, set his throat ablaze. He dropped the bottle on the ground and growled in agony as his entire body began to seer like it was being doused with gasoline. He’d never felt pain like this, he’d never felt such an aching, burning desire to tear at his skin.

Frank looked down at his hands. He could see the veins popping, the muscles tensing, and the previously dusty hair around his forearms grow thick and bushy. But the one thing he noticed were his fingernails, which were growing long and dark. Like claws.

“Aggggghhhhh!” Frank screamed. His face was starting to shift too, his skin contracting to form an angrier, more canine face. He felt his teeth sharpen and expand, and as the pickle of hair began to erupt from his face, he let out a genuine howl.

Then suddenly, the pain stopped. For a split second, Frank was left in a strange state of fluctuation, halfway between man and wolf, before his hornieness returned. This time with a vengeance.

Frank panted, with each breath his fur-covered muscles expanding and expanding until his massive werewolf body took up the entirety of the basement. His cock grew to colossal size, cum now starting to flow steadily as he became enslaved in a state of unending orgasm. Frank was prisoner to the insanely erotic pleasure of his body. He was a monster, wiped of all humanity, replaced with raw sexuality.

“OOOOWWWWWWWW” Frank howled. Cum rocketed from his monster dick and practically flooded the room, soaking his dark fur and the enormous muscles that pulsed beneath. As he panted, collapsing to his knees, he thought of only one thing: fucking. He needed to hunt, he needed to pound, he needed to empty his fresh load, already filling up his orange-sized balls, into the ass of some unsuspecting guy.

Frank the horny werewolf clawed his way out of his grandma’s basement. It didn’t mean anything to him anymore. All that mattered was fucking, howling, and growing bigger and bigger. As he ran outside into the light of the now full moon, he let out a terrifying howl. He’d become the monster he was warned about. 300 pounds of pure, animalistic passion. And it was only just the beginning…

Any other Muscle growth blogs you can recommend me to? Your stories are awesome by the way, upload more often ;)

I’ve been meaning to post of all the muscle growth Tumblrs that I’ve spotted. Lots of them have been sprouting up like crazy in the last few months. Some may not be active any more. I’m just dumping a lot of links in my follow list.

Also not all of them focus solely on muscle growth. There are lots of blogs out there that focus on body swap, body possession or a large range of male transformations.

Anyway, here I go (and not in any particular order):

@magusfan - Just started on Tumblr, but already an accomplished AP/MG writer. Check out his work at CYOC too: http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/user_1441.html

@amalianetwork and his @musclewriters blog too. He runs the weekly caption competitions that I sometimes enter. Also writes lots of hot captions himself.

@hughmichelsen Amazing writer. Terrific with the “reality change” genre. Also has a lot of muscle growth reality change ebooks to his name. Check him out in Amazon and other ebook retailers.

@absqrst Just one of the best MG caption writers out there. Unbelievably hot captions.

@lixpex Another of Tumblr’s must-go-to blogs. Ridiculously prolific poster. I have no idea how he keeps up the schedule.

@jhfic2 Hasn’t written any captions in a while but is a great MG caption writer. Also has a hot muscle photo blog at @jhfic1

@cfmusclelabs Another of the muscle growth caption greats.

@vorecaptions A very specific sub-genre here. Muscle and masculinity theft captions that feature men absorbing victims through massive cocks..

@thegreatstoryteller Loves to gather captions from all over Tumblr.

@bodyswappalace Body Swap Captions. (A genre that I’m really neglected in my own blog).

@stories1115 Just started up. Looks interesting.

@cannibal-chow Male transformation captions. Still quite new, but very good so far.

@theradicalscrivener Hot male transformation stories.

@bigdimbros Jock captions

@meatmasher Posts a lot of hot muscle pics and a few erotic captions

@smitch1981 and @2xskin - Tumblr reposts of the Male Transformation Blog

@coyote-r A really hot muscle growth caption writer who is just starting out.

@hearmenowu2 Muscle growth art

@faggot4muscle Another new muscle growth caption writer. Also really hot.

@jaxman52077 Captions mainly focused on dominant alpha males. Occasionally, he’ll post a muscle growth caption. Very hot.

@control567 M/M bodyswap stories

@tf-servant Male transformation captions

@muscletale Mainly posts really hot muscle pics, but writes the occasional MG caption and story. Amazing writer.

@m2mpst Male Possession and Swap captions.

@malemodification Again, mainly possession and swap captions

@roidedbro Ridiculously hot captions describing using steroids to get massive. Seriously hot writing.

@itsflyinglikeadragon Lots of captions about several sexual kinks. Including some muscle growth. Lots of transformation captions.

@musclelover4826 Likes to repost muscle captions from all over Tumblr.

@captaingrowth Another collection of Tumblr muscle growth captions.

@broodingmuscle Do you like quick captions of younger brothers completely dominating their “big” brothers? Then you’ll love this blog.

@bigbadblackooze Got a Venom symbiote fetish? Then go here.

@the-golden-opportunity Erick S’s hot body swap/body possession caps.

@fantasyvessels Mainly body swaps and possessions.

@malebodyswitch Like the title says, mainly body swaps.

@tzeiner7 Seems to be abandoned. Posted three hot muscle growth captions before he stopped.

@theoldfamiliar Body Swap captions (again!) :)

@bodyswapper Guess what this blog is all about?!

@bodriversblog A variety of transformation stories, including Muscle Growth.

@harvzilla and his other blog @orangehares Various male transformation stories and a lot of reblogs from other transformation blogs.

@playernumber37 A great collection of jock transformation captions.

@bodybuildersbeforeandafter Not a muscle growth caption blog, but what fan of muscle growth does not wank off to before/after pictures of bodybuilders?

@malebodyswaps Another collection of body swap captions.

@thebodyswapclique More body-swapping shenanigans!

@malechanges Sadly, hasn’t been updated in a long time.

@musclecomics Had a promising start but was quickly abandoned.

His Cousin’s Hat

The second Jake put on the hat, he could tell something was up. He had snuck into his step-cousin Matt’s room while he was out at the firing range with his dad and uncle. Jake had always had a bit of a crush on hot, red-neck Matt, though he dared not tell his family, and he snuck into his room to see if he could try on any of his clothes. A bright orange baseball cap caught his eye, and he instinctively reached for it and tried it on.

And that’s when the changes started happening. First, he felt himself start to get taller, if only slightly. Part of him thought it was all in his mind, when he felt a sudden soreness in his chest. He looked down to see his pecs inflating outwards, stretching out his t-shirt as his lower abdomen began to suck in.

“Fuck,” Jake whispered, pulling the now tight t-shirt over his head. Abs were beginning to pertrude  where his small belly once was. In addition, two cum-gutters were forming just above his waistline, pointing down towards his legs, which were starting to fill up his jeans.

Next were the arms. Jake felt them stretching, getting heavier and brushing up against his inflating lats. He rushed into Matt’s bathroom to look in the mirror. Sure enough, two massive peaks were forming on his biceps, his shoulder growing broader and his traps snaking up towards his neck.

On his face, his features were subtly shifting, growing smaller and more defined. Facial hair began to lightly pepper his face as Jake let out a satisfied grunt. Wait, he thought, is that my voice?

“Is that my voice?” he asked the ever inflating reflection. It was a deep, husky voice, a bit of a sexy southern drawl peppered in for good measure. “God damn,” he said, continuing to admire the new body, “God da— oooohhh…”

He let out a pleasured groan as the final step of the transformation started to occur. He felt a powerful heat emit from his crotch, and he grabbed for it in shock. And that’s when he started to feel it: his dick, inflating and growing in his grip. He could feel his massive ball sack churning out hot man juice and pumping it throughout his body, which was now starting to look like that of a young muscle model.

When the pumping finally subsided, he unzipped his now uncomfortably tight jeans and let all twelve inches of his thick new cock spill out onto Matt’s bathroom countertop.

Jake looked back up in the mirror at the new man standing before him. His body was perfectly sculpted, every new muscle glistening with hot, post-transformation stress. He flexed his bicep, and his dick jumped up from the counter. He was getting turned on by his own body!

With his free hand, he stroked his new big dick while flexing his bicep. “Aw yeah man,” he started to dirty talk to his reflection in that deep southern voice, “fuck yeah man, look at me. Fuckin’ massive. Aw yeah, I’m gonna make me cum…”

He felt his whole body grow hotter as his dick tensed in anticipation. Every muscle tensed, and Jake felt a wave of pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He let out a big, manly moan as he shot spurt after spurt of hot silvery man juice onto Matt’s mirror. It felt like he was standing there for hours, cuming over and over, testosterone shooting through his veins as he embraced his newfound man-hood.

When he was finally done, Jake ran his sticky hands over his sweat-drenched muscles, feeling the deep, warm crevices of every singe one of them. He loved his new body, he was just going to have a lot of explaining to do when his step-cousin got back from the range. And a lot of cleaning to do as well…

Before David left to go to the beach, he sat down and pulled up his Chronivac app. Fiddling around the weight, muscle, and colors bars, David’s body underwent physical transformations instantaneously. Flipping down the weight bar caused his big beer belly to shrink along with the movement of his finger. Abs suddenly appeared, albeit “skinny abs.” Satisfied, David then reached for the muscle tab and increased it to about 40% the maximum. His body started inflating with muscle. His skinny abs popped up and formed a nice cobblestone path to down to his cock. Surprising David, his cock grew along with his muscles. Guess the cock is a muscle too. He then went to the colors bar, which were filled with different shades and different sets corresponding to body hair and skin. His pale skin instantly came to life with a variety of colors. David got hard as he explore all his possibilities, popping a boner somewhere in between Nubian black and Egyptian olive. He settled on Mediterranean yellow. He wanted to tan and not burn, so this shade allowed him to get gold and vibrant. Checking over his body, David was proud and flexed a bit. He sent a couple pics to his best friend Larry. They were gonna have some fun on the beach today.

Gay yard sales are one of my favorite things. You never know what you’ll find- some campy tchotchkes, or old Tom of Finland drawings, costume jewelry…

Well, this last month, I happened on this big old Victorian house having an estate sale, and it was clear that it had been some old queen. Vintage clothes, black and white photos of two men in rather scandalous poses, some really great furniture, all kinds of good queer stuff.

But I saw this book, and flipping through it, it just stuck with me. It was new, but had pictures of various men in different locations and different times. Patrick, Dublin, 1997. Omar, NYC, 2006. Haruto, Tokyo, 1978. None of them professional models per se, but sexy, confident… *real.* The book had no publisher listed and was probably just some private vanity project.

It was ten bucks, and I thought it would make the perfect coffee table book, so I slapped down two fives and went on my way. That night when horny, instead of visiting my typical sites, I flipped casually through the book. I happened upon this gorgeous Czech man in Prague, from 1985, Bovza- dark features, intense eyes, hairy chest. I started stroking myself, unable to tear my eyes from the page, and soon, I was shooting all over my chest.

I grabbed a towel next to my bed to wipe off and then, rubbing, I was shocked to see hair on my normally smooth chest.

“What the-?” I said, and then stopped. My voice seemed deeper, and had some kind of European accent. My skin was darker, my hands rough… I ran to a mirror and stared in shock as the intense gaze of Bovza stared back. I ran back to the book- I was a dead ringer for the sexy Czech man, from head to toe.

After a healthy amount of self-exploration, I spent the rest of the day as Bovza, barely fitting into my old clothes. It was strange- I was still myself, with all of my old memories, but some parts of Bovza’s personality kept seeping through. He was quieter, more intense. And at the bar that night, I found myself skipping my normal rum and coke for a Pilsner.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, back in my old body. Flipping through the book, I saw a new page that hadn’t been there before- Joey, Boston, 2017. And there I was, wearing the same thing I’d been wearing the day before when I first found the book!

I’ve spent the last month figuring out the rules of the book and as far as I can tell, when I jerk off to a picture of one of the guys, I find myself in their body until I next go to sleep. Sometimes their personalities are a bit stronger than others- one guy was bi, and I even found myself fucking a woman for the first time in 15 years! It’s been a non-stop string of adventures since- Vlad, Moscow, 1954. Alfredo, Rome, 1967. Billy, Houston, 2012.

But today, as you can see, is Jose. I grinned as I felt his bushy mustache grow above my lip and hair dusted my legs as my frame grew slimmer, toned. Christ, I’d kill for a cigarette right now, I thought, even though I didn’t smoke.

Maybe some day, I’ll have to give up the book to someone else, let it continue its journey. And then, someone else may be taking my body out for a night.

But that’s the future. And for me- Jose- today’s adventure is just getting underway.