Matthew's Problem

Matthew is a relatively famous Instagram model who loves to post his shirtless selfies for his litany of fans. He was extremely happy with how his body turned out too, considering before he started learning how to get ripped he was the textbook-definition of a “twink.” Before, he barely had any definition to his skinny frame, and the main reason why he was able to get modeling gigs before was from his extremely attractive face. However, with his newly-improved physique, he was suddenly getting so many jobs left and right. He even was able to put out his own calendars with nothing but pictures of him strutting and posing in skimpy briefs. With the state of his body, he knew that he had the right amount of size and definition needed to keep the photographers and agents coming to him and giving him steady work.

That all changed drastically one day during a photoshoot he had on the beach. There was no telling what was in the water that day, but nobody knew that it was there, so the photographer sent Matt into the surf so he could get a shot of him dripping wet as he emerged from the water. Matt didn’t really argue with him, and the day was incredibly hot so he welcomed it. He bounded into the water, his butt bouncing in the drawstring shorts he wore. He dove straight into a wave and felt the blissful coolness of the ocean wash over him. He did feel something else though. He didn’t have the words to describe it, but the best way he could illustrate the sensation in his lithe physique was by saying that he felt drunk without all the terrible side effects. In fact, he felt incredibly confident and on top of the world. Whatever was in the water was seeping through the pores of his skin, giving him this feeling. Still, he felt nothing other than that intense euphoria and pseudo-drunkeness.

Matt came out of the water sopping wet, and was completely ready to exhibit himself for the camera. The photographer was awestruck at the sudden confidence he had and gladly snapped as many pictures as he could to take advantage of the extreme definition and muscularity Mat was giving the camera at that moment. Matt happily gave the camera everything he could as well, posing and flexing his muscles in every manner that he deemed as sexy. The funny thing was though that he still felt the weird drunk feeling he had while he was swimming the water. In fact, the feeling had exponentially increased ever since he got out of the water. He was constantly flexing his muscles not just for the camera, but for his desire to watch the fibers rippled under the skin and pump up even more.

To his excitement, that pump under his skin was getting more and more intense, and gave the illusion that his muscles were enlarging and becoming stronger. After a while, he started to notice that the illusion was actually real. The photographer was incredibly giddy over what he thought he eyes were showing him, being that his model Matt was growing right in front of him! Matt’s chest was the first to balloon outwards and create a distinctive shelf that jutted out three inches beyond his original size. His arms engorged as well, making his biceps and triceps turn into huge mounds under the skin. He mindlessly flexed to show them off, and that reverie made him unaware of the growth occurring with his lower torso, legs, and midsection. Now the abs were being pushed out from the flat plane of his abdomen to make them even more defined than before, and also adding another row of the muscles below his belly button. He now had the fabled eight-pack abs he always dreamed of acquiring, but knew that it was going to be a long road before he was able to reach that milestone. Too bad he took the inadvertent shortcut that gave him that sexy aspect in the span of two minutes. 

His legs were growing as well, ballooning out to make his quads resemble prized hams and his calves the size needed to make them jut out beyond his shins at least three inches. His glutes were also growing, giving him a bubble butt that would make any girl, or guy, want to see it without a scrap of clothing covering it. Matt moaned at the thought of having a massive butt that would make him the lustful target of anyone who made the mistake of looking at him. Still, he knew that his sexiness was going to increase even more, being that the bulge in the front of his shorts was also engorging at a startling rate. With the tightness of his crotch increasing, Matt gave out another, even louder, moan at the feelings in his pants. 

The photographer took all the photographs he could in order to take advantage of this incredibly strange and sexy experience. However, the experience wasn’t going to last long. Before he was able to reach the size of a bodybuilder, Matt instantly felt himself gettin smaller like he was deflating, much to his disappointment. Fortunately for him, the photographer had been able to get the photos needed to prove that he had, in fact, inflated to a size that was had for him to achieve on his own. Whatever was in the water that day must’ve caused only a temporary change to this physiology. Still, the amazing photographer was able to capture his extraordinary growth. For all he knew, Matt was going to become an instant star over night because of his extraordinary physique and unprecedented physique. There was no one on Earth who was going to come and rival his incredible changes. 

Still, he felt incredibly disappointed after his period of deflation. That feeling was much easier to describe compared to when he was growing: deflated. He saw his body as a piece of rubber that was previously stretched to its limit, but now he craved to have that feeling back and regain that size. Once the photoshoot was over, the photographer sent Matt on his way and packed up his equipment. Before he left though, he thanked Matt for his work and gave him his card saying that he would be very happy if he could model again. Matt had a feeling he would definitely do that.

First Transformation

. . .

A week later, Matthew was getting ready for another photoshoot his agent had booked for him, and based off how his workouts and diet were helping him maintain the body he needed, he knew he was going to be up to shape for the camera. However, after his little episode on the beach, he was going to the gym way more often than before and was adding so much more protein and supplements to his diet. He was effectively trying to bulk up to reach that desirable size he had experienced. The only problem was that nothing he did helped him get any bigger. He remained at the same size no matter how much work he put into his physique. He was still really hot and beautiful at his current size, but he craved more

He tried to get those desires and goals out of his head when he went to this new photoshoot, knowing that if he wasn’t in the right headspace he wasn’t going to give the camera what it needed. He met up with the team of people at a local art museum with lots of grand staircases and amazing galleries to make the shots look more fabulous than they actually were. The photographer was a young woman wearing a beret, whose girlfriend was sitting off to the side in a chair. She looked like she was reading a magazine of some sort. The photographer, a short brunette named Priscilla, had Matt wrap a huge, thick, and fuzzy robe over his entire body. Other than his head, hands, and feet, not a speck of skin could be seen. It was a shame though, because under the furriness of the garb, all he wore was a tight black pair of briefs. He hoped that he was going to remove the blanket at some point. Even if he wasn’t the same size as that last photoshoot, he still had this innate desire to show off the results of his hard work at the weight bench.

Without so much as a “howdy-doo,” they immediately set up shop in the lobby to get a few shots to experiment with the lighting. All the while, Matt was still covered up by the blanket. He desperately wanted to take the thing off not just because he wanted to show off, but because it was getting extremely hot working under all those lights and not letting any of his body heat escape. To be honest though, it kind of felt like he was overheating more and more as the shoot went on. Still, he didn’t say anything to Priscilla. He had been working in the industry for a while now, so Matt knew that unless he was on the verge of dying, talking to the photographer was not a good idea unless spoken too. 

To his relief though, the shoot moved on into one the galleries they were permitted to take pictures in. Matt was happy about the change of scenery, which meant better air flow and fewer harsh lights to protect the paintings. The downside to the move was that he had to walk through the halls with the blanket still on, making him get hotter and sweatier under the plush material. Now though, Priscilla was allowing him to expose the top part of his torso. What he revealed consisted of his muscular neck and the top of the line between his two pecs. He instantly started feeling more confident and went into several impromptu poses that made his face and body the center of attention. 

Out of the corner his eye, Matt noticed Priscilla’s girlfriend fidgeting in her chair, like something was turning her on. He was confused at though, based off how she was introduced by Priscilla as being her girlfriend in a lesbian relationship. So why was she giving him furtive glances and moving around in her seat so much? An idea popped into his head then, and he took a quick look at himself under the blanket. Much to his joy, he saw that his muscles were pulsing up and down in tune to his heartbeat, distributing massive amounts of oxygen to his growing body. Maybe that was a trigger: arousal.

But that couldn’t be true, Matt was firmly and absolutely gay, having had many relationships with guys in the past. Why would a lesbian fidgeting in her seat make him horny? He then realized that it wasn’t Priscilla’s girlfriend who was making him aroused, it was the whole experience under the spotlight and being the total center of attention with everyone on set. He felt powerful. He felt amazing. He felt sexy. As for the question of why the woman with the magazine was fidgeting in her seat, he found a reason for that too. While he was inspecting his inflating muscles, his nostrils were exposed to a distinctive aroma he hadn’t been able to find before when he was in the water. It was musky, heavy, and alluring. Based off how bored she looked before, it was no wonder she was intrigued and excited by this new batch of pheromones emanating from this guy her girlfriend was photographing. 

Some other people on the crew, both guys and girls, were beginning to take effect to the pheromones as well, constantly shifting their weight as they stood or trying to look away to make sure nobody got the wrong idea. The only person who wasn’t affected by this was Priscilla, but that was because she too focused on the work she was doing. She was very pleased by the shots she was getting, and her head was very clear in an effort to ensure her client would get the best possible photographs. Now she decided it was time to move the shoot, and she knew exactly where.

They all moved through the gallery until they came to a grand staircase leading up to the second level of the building. Once Matt stood on the staircase, Priscilla told him to start removing the blanket. He was more than happy to do that, slowly stripping blanket off his shoulders and opening it up to reveal his torso. Now with it out in the open, he could visibly see his body growing as the photoshoot went on. Also with his body exposed to the open air, the alluring scent coming from his skin increased in intensity, making everyone affected have their overdrive go into overdrive. His physique was well past the size it was before, but now he felt the growth start to taper off. 

With a sigh, he decided that this was as good as it was going to get, so now he took careful stock of the changes he went through. Just like before, his abs were extremely defined, and his pecs had grown to bulbous masses of beef. As he turned slightly with every pose, they jiggled with the movement. After noticing how everyone was suddenly more heavily and trying to conceal their desire to see more of his physique, Matt decided it would be a funny idea to tease them as much as he could, just to see what would happen. Without any discernible provocation, Matt bounced his pecs and flexed them to show off their extensive striations. Priscilla’s girlfriend in the back let out a soft moan and tilted her head back, her eyes closed. Some of the guys working the lights were also shuddering while they stood, their knees shaking at the display of pure masculinity. Even Priscilla had beads of sweat crawling down her forehead and chest. 

Feeling empowered, Matt took off more of the blanket, revealing one of his arms, the rest of his upper torso, his legs, a side glimpse of his ass, and even showing off his newly-grown package. That was the trigger that sent literally everyone off. Within seconds, everyone was on the floor is orgasmic fury. It didn’t matter what gender everyone was, whoever someone could grab onto was the person you started making out with. The only one with any sense was Priscilla, who ran over to the woman in the back and started to violently strip off her clothing and kiss every inch of sweaty skin. Matt smirked and did a few more poses, causing everyone in the room to orgasm again and send them all into a pile of writhing bodies. With the orgy under way, Matt prepared to leap headfirst into the fray, but the only issue was that he felt himself deflating again!

What the worst of luck! However, he did rationalize that his growth ended for the same it had started. With the lack of attention from everyone else thanks to their uncontrollable aphrodisia, Matt no longer had that arousal from being the centerpiece of everyone focus. The only arousal he felt was the kind that was making him crave to between their bodies and rip off all of their clothes for the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. Sadly, with the feeling of deflation coming in stronger force now, he no longer had the drive to that. He threw the blanket over himself in a hurry to keep from anybody in the room attacking him and trying to have sex with him, and promptly ran out of the room. He was confident Priscilla had gotten everything she needed for the shoot, or at least he hoped so. There was no way he would be able to ask while she was buck-naked on the floor with her girlfriend and some of her male underlings. As he put on his jacket though, the card from the photographer before fell out of his pocket. Matt had an idea.

Second Transformation

. . .

Later the next day, Matt called up the guy, asking if they could do another photoshoot. The guy wholeheartedly agreed, and asked if there was any place he had in mind for the shoot. Matt asked if they could do at the same place again. The photographer was a little confused by this, but considering the success of his last photoshoot, there was no way he could refuse. Matt couldn’t wait for the shoot, his dreams that night flooded with images of himself growing over a city and causing everyone to climax at the sight of his monstrous physique and hefty member. He dreamt that his dick was rock-hard, and was lovingly stroking with every ounce of considerable strength he had. He could feel the electric sensations running up and down his spine, sending him into a fury of moans and strokes. It al culminated in a massive explosion of cum, flooding the streets below in a torrent, making everyone wash away as they came themselves. When he woke up the next morning, he saw that he climax hadn’t just been in his dreams. He must’ve came like a firehose all over his sheets. Must’ve been another side effect of whatever was in that water. 

The photographer had asked him to come to the beach in the late afternoon. He felt like the lighting would be better for his model to show off his extraordinary physique and showcase his inherent sexiness. Matt didn’t mind, so long as he was able to swim in the water again and feel the man’s attention focused only on him. He found the guy set up on the beach, close to the surf. Matt ran over into the water without a thought of taking off his cut-off jeans, button up shirt, or even his sunglasses, and started splashing around in the waves. The photographer did the best he could to capture Matt’s aquatic frolic, getting shots of water being tossed into the air high above the model’s head, diving head-first into a wave, and jumping out of the sea with his shirt completely soaked through. At that point, the fabric was nearly see-through, showing off the deep crevasses his muscles made all over his body. 

After hearing the shutter-click of the camera for so long, Matt now felt that arousal come back in full force, albeit intensified 100 times now. With increased exposure to the chemicals and pollutants in the water, the mutations to his body were becoming even pronounced and accelerating to where he felt the buttons of his shirt strain from the mass underneath. Based off the sensations racing through his head and musculature, he knew that there was something different about this transformation. He felt even more powerful than ever, and could see that he dick was getting harder and harder in his trousers, So much so, he guessed that even that was growing bigger than before. Every part of clothing was straining: the buttons down the front of his shirt, the seams of sleeves as the muscles in his arms expanded, the stitching of his jeans starting to pop, and the zipper of his fly refusing to hold up with his growing phallus and testicles. 

Matt let out a moan in response to these changes, ripping apart the front of his shirt a flurry mindless strength and popped buttons. Now his skin was in direct with the tainted, and with the sound of the photographer’s staggered breathing amidst a constant barrage of shutter-clicks, Matt’s body starting growing at an exponential rate, quickly surpassing what he thought would be possible in a single surge of growth. At that, the photographer collapsed on the beach and cried out as his climax reached untold levels of pleasure. A dark spot started to form in his shorts, and Matt was pleased. The guy’s eyes were still transfixed on the model as the muscles welled and increased in strength. Matt continued parading himself in the water despite the lack of a camera capturing his glorious transformation. He flexed and posed for an audience of one, who had now stripped off his clothes and was jacking it as he lay there in the sand. 

Matt didn’t smile as this happened though. He wanted the man to see him as all-powerful, who could never be affected by such a thing as sexual arousal. His face was stone-cold, and any emotions that could be seen in his eyes were blocked by his sunglasses, giving a mysterious and tantalizing appearance. Still, that did nothing to hide the hardening monster in his jeans. Now there was a ramrod-straight bulge distorting the stitching of jeans, while his massive balls swelled to produce as much seed as they could. It was amazing how it hadn’t burst from the teeth of zipper or up beyond the waistband by that point. Although he knew that wasn’t going to be the case for long. He frantically took off all of his clothes, proudly naked in the surf, his cock pointing straight at the photographer. He didn’t move though. He knew that the longer he stayed in the water, the more he would be able to grow. He wanted to have that dream he had come to fruition. 

He must’ve been getting taller too, because now he saw shadow lengthen over the photographer’s writhing figure at a speed that was too fast for a setting sun to make. He couldn’t hold back any longer, allowing himself the pleasure of stroking his gargantuan man meat to his heart’s content. His head tilted back as he moaned and panted with the effort. The thing had to be at least a foot and half long by that point, stretching further out over the sand and slowing rising upwards past his navel. Even though the sensations running through would’ve driven a normal man to climax in seconds, Matt held it back with an inhuman force of will, allowing himself more time for his hands to explore and caress his muscles and cock. The photographer watched this flex show unfold with rapt attention, although that attention went away whenever he came again, which by then tallied three times. 

At last, Matt felt something start in his testicles. He felt rumble and roil in his balls before traveling up his shaft like mercury in a thermometer. As it did that, an angry network of veins slowly worked up the length, making the skin even more sensitive and responsive to his frantic strokes. He grunted from the battle of holding back his orgasm, which he was still winning, but he knew it wasn’t going to be for long. The veins continued up his throbbing organ, which he was stroking even faster now thanks to the sweat beading up on every square inch of skin. At last, the rumbling finally reached the head, which was the size of a peach by now. Matt took his dick in both hands and pistoned them heavily up and down, even allowing his hips to grind into the air. From what the photographer told him afterwards, he had only done this for maybe thirty seconds before the massive volume of cum erupted from his dick. Matt though, thought it had gone on for an hour. 

With a roar, Matt let himself finally climax. The torrent of cum shot out of the head of his dick, sailing over the moaning photographer. The next couple of shots did the same, crashing into the sand to make small ponds of white jizzum. The shots then weakened, although in strength, not in volume. They were able to reach the other man, effectively coating in a couple of volleys. Everything in Matt’s mind was erupting in a shower of sparks and fireworks, knowing that he was going to be huge for as long as he wanted. While he was still cumming, another idea managed to pierce through the veil of euphoria as he looked down into the water. As his dick still sent out his seed over the beach, he reached down with a cupped and scooped up at least half a liter of seawater. He knew that drinking salt water was bad for him, but a little couldn’t hurt him that much. Right?

Later that night with the stars and moon shining brightly above, the photographer woke up covered in sticky white goo. He must’ve dozed off during Matt’s transformation, or passed out from the sheer amount of sexual bliss he had experienced. He looked into the surf and saw that his muscle god was gone. He sighed in disappointment, but perked up again when he turned his head to the right and saw his camera sitting in the sand. It looked like it had been spared from Matt’s climax, being that there was no splooge that would’ve destroyed it’s electronics. He grabbed it and examined some of the pictures, being especially proud of the ones he took in quick succession to chart his growth. He looked up from the display as he heard a loud roar come from the distance. It was then he noticed the foot-shaped craters leading out of the water and leaving huge divots in the asphalt of the parking lot. A telephone had been ripped out of the ground, and his car was smashed to bits. The car was in one of those giant’s footsteps. 

Final (Recorded) Transformation

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