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Terry Hollands Week--CALL FOR ARTISTS

Anybody remember when I wrote stories about a transformed Richie Incognito every day for a week awhile ago? I’ve chosen a new victim. This big slab of meat, Terry Hollands, is going to be the new subject of a series of transformation stories, in all of which he’s going to end up on the short end of the deal (very literally in some cases). Because I lack any sort of visual artistic skill, I’d love it if anyone could offer any sort of pic (no matter the medium, no matter the transformation) for me to write a story about.

I’m open to just about any scenario in which Terry is changed in a way that puts him lower on the food chain--shrinking, twinkification, muscle drain/theft, inanimate, animal transformation, muscle inflation/immobilization, trait swap, age regression/progression, blueberry transformation... Am I leaving anything out? If any of you talented deviant-minded folks could whip something up, that would be AMAZING. In the meantime I’m going to try to cobble out 7 or more stories where this big fella ends up losing his strongman status. Please please please shoot me a line if you’re interested in collaborating in any way (and if any writers have any ideas to pitch at me, speak up!).

Derek Hale and the Chocolate Factory

Derek Hale was not looking forward to wasting his Saturday touring some random chocolate factory. However, his boyfriend, Stiles, had somehow managed to come by one of the elusive Golden Tickets, and therefore, the alpha werewolf found himself being dragged around the semi-magical candy factory, surrounded by annoying children (and Stiles). Plus, Derek was never a fan of sweets.

The tour group followed the eccentric owner, Wonka, around the factory as he rambled on and on about stuff that Derek wasn't paying any attention to. "...and this is a prototype that we've been working on..." the older man ranted as he showed off what looked like a simple stick of gum.

When Derek got close to it, the werewolf huffed and popped the stick of gum into his mouth, figuring that it was yet another free sample on the tour that he'd get looks from Stiles for turning down again. Seriously, he'd had so much sugar already that he was getting a headache. But not wanting to upset his boyfriend, he chomped down on the gum, cocking his fuzzy eyebrow when the rest of the tour group gasped at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Der, it's a prototype," Stiles whispered to him, "we're not supposed to eat it."

Derek huffed. "We were literally asked to lick the damn walls earlier, and now you're telling me I can't chew gum?" The werewolf paused when the gum in his mouth seemed to take on a different flavor, but instead of being disgusted by the overtly sweet sensation, he actually enjoyed the taste of blueberry. "This... this is actually pretty good."

Stiles immediately forgot the indiscretion that was committed and happily grasped onto Derek's buff arm. "What's it taste like?" he asked.

Derek swished his tongue around, a faint smile finally appearing on his usually grumpy face. "Blueberry."

Wonka cleared his throat. "Um, I wouldn't do that if I were you. We usually have some troubles when the blueberry course happens..."

"What do you mean?" Derek asked, the blueberry flavor increasing in his mouth.

The rest of the group gasped loudly again, further confusing the werewolf.

Stiles, luckily, had no problem with blurting out loud what everyone else was witnessing. “Derek!” he exclaimed, sounding both worried and excited. “You’re face! It’s turning blue!”

“What do you mean…?” Derek’s voice trailed off when he looked down at his hands, his eyes widening when he saw his pale skin taking on a bluish hue. The cyanosis was subtle at first, but soon it deepened until his skin was flushed deep blue, almost violet. “What the fuck’s going on?”

Wonka, looking uninterested, shrugged before blowing some weird tune on some flute that he kept in his jacket lapel. “This always happens when it comes to blueberries,” he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment.

“What happens?” Stiles frantically asked.

Before the candyman could answer, a loud pop was heard.

Derek looked down, and would’ve blushed red if his blue skin would allow, at the sight of his pants button bursting from his inflating midsection. His formerly flat stomach steadily pushed outwards, rounding into a rotund gut that caused his blue t-shirt to stretch over it. In fact, Derek’s entire body was steadily inflating, the sweet taste of blueberries intensifying in his mouth as he grew.

“What’s happening to me?” Derek panicked, looking over at Wonka with worry, fighting hard to prevent his alpha red eyes from flashing.

“You’re turning into a blueberry,”Wonka hummed, nodding at the little oompa loompas who entered the room. “We need to get you to the juicing room as soon as possible.”

“A blueberry?!” Derek roared, wincing when he looked down at his rounding body. His midsection had grown so much that even his upper torso and lower half were starting to round out, making him look like a giant blue ball. He had grown so large that his arms and legs had gotten so stumpy that they appeared to sink into his blueberry body, leaving him with flailing hands and unsteady feet. 

It was only a matter of seconds before Derek stood in the center of the room, colored dark blue and perfectly rotund, like a giant blueberry.

“You have to fix this-ssshhhh!” Derek demanded, but his voice was a bit cut off when he felt his cheeks starting to inflate, rounding out and making him look like a chipmunk with its mouth full of nuts. In his irritation, he tried to stomp his foot angrily. However, the massive amount of blueberry juice inside of him sloshed around too much and caused him to lose his balance off his stubby feet, making the round werewolf roll helplessly onto his back.

Derek tensed up at the feeling of the small oompa loompas walking up to him and literally rolling him away through large metal doors, like he was some oversized exercise ball. The juice in his round body sloshed noisily and he was getting dizzy from being rolled through the factory, beyond humiliated at his predicament…

— — —

“Shoot, I can’t believe there was secret contest to win the factory!” Stiles pouted as he and his boyfriend stomped through the parking lot towards his Jeep. “And we lost!”

“Yeah, sorry about that…” Derek growled, still trying to get used to the jiggling sensation from his gut every time he walked. 

The werewolf was still a dark blue color, feeling completely ridiculous. What was worse was that the juicing room had tried to empty him of as much blueberry juice as it could, but it couldn’t get all of it out, leaving Derek looking like he was stuck in some serious bulking phase. His t-shirt strained over his beefy, blue body, and his large (but much more manageable than before) gut protruded out the bottom of his shirt and loudly sloshed with every step. His butt was puffed up significantly, so the werewolf had to borrow a pair of sweatpants since his own jeans wouldn’t fit— and the sweatpants were still painted on over his new dump trunk. Derek figured that he must’ve kept at least sixty pounds from his blueberry fiasco. Even his face looked a bit round still, making him sneer whenever he caught his own reflection in one of the car mirrors.

Derek huffed as he struggled to settle into the passenger seat, his rotund booty making it difficult to get comfortable. And he had to stretch the seatbelt nearly to its limit in order to make it fit over his beefy body. He winced at the foreign sensation of his large gut resting on his lap, the blue mass clearly visible as it poked out into the open.

As soon as Stiles started up the vehicle, the radio blasted with “Blue” by Eiffel 65. “♪ I’m blue, da ba dee—” 

Stiles shut it off and blushed as he looked at his scowling, blue boyfriend. “My bad.”

Offseason time was over and Brad Rowe worked hard to get cut so that every contour of his massive muscles was visible, especially when he was on stage and posing for the judges. He basked in the awed glances that shot his way whenever he was shredded, showing off his large abs that covered his v-shaped waist.

He’d been spending nearly everyday in the gym, working out to cut down his body fat to get in peak physical condition, and his progress was clearly evident in the cut muscles bulging out on his shredded form that garnered envy from numerous fellow bodybuilders.

Brad finished up his workout late on Friday night, staying long after every other patron had left, and waddled out of the locker room with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He passed by the in-house juice bar, his stomach gurgling since he’d been on a strict diet that had practically eliminated carbs.

“Hey Brad!” the employee, a smaller guy named Vince, waved at him. “Have a good workout?”

“You know it,” Brad smiled back, flexing a massive bicep for the little guy. “Competition’s in a  couple weeks and I’m well on my way to winning.”

Vince nodded. “Wanna post-workout shake?” he offered. “We got this new flavor and I was told to hand out samples.” He shuffled around with something under the counter before setting a styrofoam cup down onto it.

At first Brad was going to politely decline so he could stay within his caloric limits, but the gurgling in his flat, cobblestone-esque stomach resulted in him heading towards the counter. He picked up the cup and peeked inside at the dark blue, almost violet, mixture.

“What’s in it?” he wondered, frowning when he couldn’t see a nutrition label on the plain cup.

Vince scratched the back of his neck. “Um,” he paused, “if I remember the brochure correctly, it has a lot of potassium in it. Oh, and antioxidants since it’s blueberry-based.”

Brad cocked his eyebrow at the shake, continuing to study it.

“It’s low-calorie,” Vince hurriedly added.

The bodybuilder shrugged his broad shoulders and brought the cup to his lips, drinking the smoothie. It was sweet and the flavor of ripe blueberries seemed to overpower any other sort of flavor, but overall it was the most delicious shake he’d ever had. So much so that he’d finished the entire cup in under a few seconds.

“That was pretty good,” Brad mused, tossing the empty styrofoam cup into the nearby trashcan. “I might have to make that my regular.”

“Glad to hear that,” Vince grinned widely as he wiped down the counter.

Brad moved to wave goodbye to the smaller man when he paused and furrowed his brow in confusion. Upon closer inspection of his own beefy hand, his fingernails looked as if they’d been painted blue or a really deep purple.

“What the hell?” he wondered aloud in his deep, booming voice. Surely the muscle man would’ve remembered painting his fingernails such a deep and noticeable color, hence why he was frozen in spot as confusion flooded his senses.

“Everything okay, Big Guy?” Vince asked, covering his mouth as he tried to stifle a laugh.

Brad had to clear his throat twice in order to regain his voice as he struggled to comprehend what was happening, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and horror as he saw the blue-violet pigment of his fingers rapidly spreading down his fingers, to his hands, and up towards his torso until both of his chiseled arms were the purplish color. His heart racing in his chest, the purple bodybuilder looked over at Vince, wanting to ask for help when he spotted his reflection in the mirror behind the small man.

Brad’s stomach dropped when he stared at himself, his entire body from head to toe tinged a deep violet. “What the fuck just happened?!” he cried out, unable to break eye contact with his violet reflection. The sweet taste of blueberries still dominated his mouth and he swore that could still feel some of the juices left over from the fruit shake still on his tongue.

Brad started to feel funny, like there was some pressure building up inside of him. He put his hands on his stomach to ease the weird sensation, gasping loudly when he felt them get pushed further away from him as his gut expanded outwards.

“Fuck!” he roared out in shock as he watched his abs push out into a large, round roidgut-looking mass from his stomach. His shirt rode up his new gut, still feeling as if it were getting tighter and tighter by the second as his chest continued the inflation, his pecs rounding out as they pushed forward.

Vince watched the whole process, even propping his elbows on the counters as he watched the bodybuilder fill up with berry juice before him.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?!?” Brad panicked as he saw his body inflate so an obscene, round shape. His arms followed suit, feeling heavier by the moment as they packed on size. There was a loud rip as his bubble butt expanded and burst through the confines of his shorts, the purple globes rounding and filling up with so much juice that the bodybuilder stumbled a little bit as he tried to maintain balance. Brad felt uneasy on his inflating legs, noting the sloshing noises that he could hear inside his expanding gut as he moved, sounding like he was filled to the brim with sweet, blueberry juice.

His shirt finally gave way and the purple, naked bodybuilder gained an uninterrupted view of his expanding body. His gut and chest had pushed out and rounded so much that they gave him an almost spherical appearance. His arms and legs packed on so much weight that he stumbled backwards, landing on his back. Instead of staying flat, the new shape of his growing body caused Brad to rock back and forth, the sloshing noises echoing out throughout the gym as he moved.

“Help!” he yelled, flailing his heavy arms and legs as best as he could, quickly finding that they were virtually immobile due to their extreme girth and they way they kept colliding into his round torso. He began to fear that he’d pop, his purple skin feeling taut as he kept expanding.

“Relax, Blueberry Brad,” Vince tried to reassure him. “You won’t pop, but we will juice you so that we can create more blueberry shakes to sell at gyms around the area.”

Like a water balloon being filled, Brad watched his gut continue to push upwards as he rocked on his back, surprised that he was still growing. His torso expanded so much that it swallowed his neck, his inflated purple pecs firmly holding his chin in place and preventing him from turning his head. His arms were slowly getting engulfed by his girth, followed by his legs. Ultimately, it didn’t take long before Brad was lying on the gym floor, looking like his head was attached on a giant muscled blueberry. The muscle contours of his former body were visible if one squinted hard enough, but other than that, he was perfectly spherical.

He tried to wiggle his feet so he could try to run and get help, but his immense weight from the excess juice in him and the fact that his legs had been virtually consumed by his immense gut rendered the act useless. The taste of blueberries was still strong on his tongue and despite everything, Brad craved more of the sweet fruit, his stomach gurgling at the though of downing another shake.

Vince walked out from behind the counter and circled around the helpless bodybuilder. “Well, it looks like you’re just about done,” he commented, poking Brad’s hyperbolas gut, taking joy in the way it seemed like he was poking an over-inflated waterbed. “Let’s go juice you.”

He placed both of his hands on the over-inflated lat and pushed with all of his might, giving a small grunt as he shoved against the blueberry bodybuilder.

It wasn’t obvious under his purple pigment, but Brad furiously blushed as he felt himself being rolled across the gym floor like a gigantic yoga ball. As he rolled, he could hear the sloshing of the berry juices inside of him that had turned him into this humongous purple ball. He just hoped and prayed that after he got juiced, he would be back to normal.

[3 Weeks Later]

Brad stood at his locker in the locker room, changing into his workout clothes.

His friend, Ryan, entered the locker room and clapped a hand on Brad’s broad shoulder. “Hey Bro,” he said, “how’d your competition go the other day?”

Brad grimaced and rolled his eyes, shooting a glare at the other man. “How do you think it went?” he muttered under his breath.

A sheepish look crossed Ryan’s face and he looked away. “Sorry, Bro,” he murmured. “I, uh, I’ll see you later.”

Brad just grunted as he gave up on trying to pull his tank top on over his still deep purple skin, just tossing it into the trash. Even after he’d been juiced by Vince a few weeks ago, the bodybuilder was pissed to discover that his skin was stuck being a deep violet color. But that wasn’t as bad as the massive permanent roidgut he now possessed.

Despite being squeezed dry of any blueberry juice, apparently a side effect besides staying purple was being forced to keep a large muscle gut that stuck out far from the torso. Brad frowned as he looked at his side profile and saw that it looked like his gut was defying gravity with how round and how far it reached out. Driving was difficult with the huge thing in front of him, and he always had to lie down on his back now since the thing made lying on his front a thing of the past. Plus, his prominent gut stretching out preventing him from being able to wear a workout shirt since they never managed to fit over the huge mass. His large pecs rested on it and every so often, he would freeze in fear at the smallest sound of gushing juice, fearful that he was expanding again. But each and every time he’d look down, he’d be greeted with that distended purple ball that was his stomach, staying its same obscene size.

But the taste of blueberries would fill Brad’s mouth every so often and he’d have to force himself to not waddle over towards the juice bar to order another blueberry shake…

Kristofer Weston talking about blueberry kink on Watts the Safeword.

My answer: Very much so.

This hunky jock tries out his gym's new blueberry flavored protein shake. But instead of his entire body inflating, just his butt gets rounder and much, much bigger...