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Overcast, ch. 24: Best In Town

Keaton sighed, making a show of rolling his eyes as he flexed his bare, sculpted torso. He tensed his plump pecs and braced his tapering abs, making sure to emphasize the thickness of his arm as he reached up and ran a hand through his wavy, caramel-colored hair. Posed in such a way, his tall, naked frame looked like it could have stepped out of a calendar or from an underwear ad, with his toned legs and perky rear perfectly complementing the impressive upper half. Exposed as he was, the h...

From the Archives: Double Negative

(This one was posted as a vignette earlier this year. Two weeks in a row where the random pull has been the same theme as a story that went up.)

“Dude! Where have you been?!”

Turner braced himself for impact, but Dan’s lengthy, well-muscled arms still succeeded in shoving him back against the wall. Even if the blonde hadn’t been caught in the middle of removing his shoes, the bigger man still would have sent him reeling. Turner thought the physical vertigo w...

Patreon Updates

Hi Everyone,

This won't impact current members, but apparently Patreon is being forced to make billing changes due to Apple IOS requirements. The short version is that we all have to switch over to a subscription billing cycle, meaning that people will be charged monthly on the day they join, not the 1st of the month like it is now.

Existing members will still get charged on the 1st of the month, but I know some folks drop off and come back. When you do that ...

Bloomer, pt. 1

(I know there have been some longer ones on here lately, but this one's only a two-parter.)

Tyson hoped he was still asleep. The sight of an aching, oozing club and hefty balls where his subpar package should have been was certainly a dream come true in the context of slumber, but it was closer to a nightmare in the waking world. Instead of a thin five inches, the girthy pole had at least doubled in both length and width, his churning balls now the size of large eggs. Tyson ...

From the Archives: On The Road

(I guess the universe wants to stick with that muscle theft theme this week. This was posted as a vignette back in 2018, but I don't think it ever went beyond that. I also didn't care for that "FTA" abbreviation experiment last week, so we're back to spelling it out.)

Dave shut off the meager stream of water, his broad frame scraping against the stained shower curtain. He wasn’t sure if he was cleaner or dirtier than when he started. Still, as disgusting as the crusty sho...

Borrowed (vignette)

Looking around the room at his naked friends, Simon once again cursed his luck. Out of the four of them, he’d been the one to pull the lowest numbered card. If he hadn’t insisted on going first he wouldn’t have been in his current, cock-less position, but he’d also known what he was getting into when he’d agreed to the trip and the spell in the first place. Now, the brunette pretty-boy was specifically focused on the others’ inflated, rigid cocks, feeling a confusing mix of lus...

That Time of the Month (full story)

 (I posted the start of this as a vignette a few weeks ago, and it now has an official ending.)

Luke’s soft, full lips lived up to their pouty description as the blonde hunk scowled out the window. His burly arms were folded over his firm stomach, his plump pecs spilling out of his tank-top as the forest whizzed by outside. He pumped his meaty thighs in frustration, the motion causing his stuffed bulge to vanish and reappear as his board short...

Overcast, ch. 23: Bullish

Jameson grunted, his impressive arms flexing as he fumbled with the knotted cord at the back of his wide neck. The pose perfectly emphasized his strapping physique, and the way his torso tapered inward below his broad shoulders. The thin blue t-shirt was stretched to capacity around his bulging biceps and hefty pecs, the seams on the sides threatening to split as his equally expansive back flexed. In addition to showing off tantalizing hints of the fit hunk’s deep pec cleavage, the shirt...

FTA: Make it a Double, ch. 7

Ben sat at the kitchen counter, still marveling at the changes to Logan’s apartment. He’d only seen it in passing, but the clean, well-appointed living room was nothing like the grungy bachelor pad it had been the night before. Stylish furniture, modern decorations, bright colors, framed pictures of naked men where sports memorabilia had been; it made Ben’s place feel straight by comparison.

“Sounded like you had a good time last night,” Ben called as Logan went through hi...

Hidden Passages: Get Excited

“Uh…dude? You good? I know this is super fuckin’ weird, but I kinda think I’m the one who should be more freaked out, here.”

Mark didn’t know how to respond. He kept thinking it all had to be a dream, that Todd couldn’t really be standing in his house wearing nothing but a teal muscle shirt, pink bikini briefs, and bright sneakers. But, if it really was a dream, it was the most realistic one the stunned stud had ever experienced. The details were crisp and clear, and...

From The Archives: The Wish

Travis yawned contentedly on his massive bed. He still wasn’t used to sleeping on something that felt large under his sizeable, 6’4” frame, but since he’d made his wish the muscular man was still getting used to a lot of things. He swung his meaty legs over the edge and stretched his powerful, naked body in the late morning light.

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said, scratching at the hairy patch on his abs as he walked over to the far wall and looked out over the city. The...

Adjustments (vignette)

(Playing around with the random story idea generator. I have a list of about 100 character/theme combinations it came up with, so I picked one at random. This time it was 3 characters, with the themes being "otter, hyper muscle, cock hands, contagious")

Kyle’s normally full, soft lips were drawn tight, his square-jawed features flushed with embarrassment. The pink hue contrasted against the chocolate stubble covering his sharp cheeks, the scruffy coating matching the short...

Throb

“Please, Mr. Baker. I’m trying to explain this in the simplest terms. You’re not being changed, per se…you’re being overwritten. The ‘you’ that existed before the pulse will effectively cease to exist, replaced by the version that you become.” The unseen figure on the other side of the mirrored wall paused, their sigh audible over the speakers. “Sorry, that sounded more intense than it should have.”

“More intense?” Shawn scoffed, his embarrassment forgott...

Overcast, ch. 22: Voting Options

Option 1: A former jock who’s afraid of losing his physique buys an animal totem from a cheap caster online, becoming a little too much like the Bull spirit it’s supposed to represent. (muscle growth, cock growth, hairy)

Option 2: A smug, pretty-boy finds his perspective changing after he hooks up with the wrong Caster, swapping his role as a sculpted top for that of a short, thicc power-bottom (shrinking, butt growth)

Option 3: After the spell to give him a hulking muscular ...

Overcast, ch. 22: Consumed

(Voting options to come! Weekend's turning out be busier than anticipated.)

As hard as it was for John to imagine, things were getting worse. He was in a cramped, pitch black space that felt like it was moving, with muffled noises of a crowd filtering in around him. His shredded BMR uniform was still gone, though he could feel unfamiliar fabric stretched around his torso and waist. Whatever he wore, it wasn’t much, and he certainly didn’t like what the soft, silk...

From the Archives: A Walk in the Garden

Scott turned the ornate cylinder over in his hands, inspecting the delicate sleeve of stained glass with its interlacing strands of silver. The foot-long tube was capped on each end by swirling cones of the same polished metal, and Scott could see what looked like a scroll waiting for him inside.

He set it down, hesitating. He’d been waiting for it to arrive, but he hadn’t expected to find it sitting in the middle of his spacious penthouse apartment when he came home from the of...

WingMan: Epilogue

“Dude…Vinnie…hold still!” Aaron let out an exasperated laugh as he finished wiping the inside of the squat, squirming stud’s meaty thighs. “We can’t go until we get you cleaned up.”

The shorter man let out a frustrated grunt, caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. The sight of the brunette’s naked, towering frame made him quiver, as did the thoughts of what he’d just done with it. Vinnie had spent the better part of the morning impaled on the toned tech bro...

That Time of The Month (vignette)

(Work in progress! Hope to have the full thing done in a few weeks. Haven't decided on which direction I want the ending to go yet.)

Luke’s soft, full lips lived up to their pouty description as the blonde hunk scowled out the window. His burly arms were folded over his firm stomach, his plump pecs spilling out of his tank-top as the forest whizzed by outside. He pumped his meaty thighs in frustration, the motion causing his stuffed bulge to vanish and reappear as his board s...

WingMan, ch. 4

It took weeks of patience, each day passing at a torturous pace, before Vince finally had his chance. He’d put out feelers with everyone he trusted, asking them to keep an eye out for anyone who mentioned receiving an invitation to one of the WingMan parties. Plan A was to somehow take it off their hands and go in their stead, testing the non-transferrable element of the invite. Plan B was to flash his badge and some doctored paperwork. He knew it would get him in trouble, that it would...

Overcast, ch. 21: Some of My Best Work

Jay let out a long, contented sigh, his bare skin baking to an even deeper shade of bronze in the bright afternoon sun. The hue complemented the golden strands weaving their way through his cropped, chocolate mop, though his tan lines were made all the more apparent by the significantly skimpier swimwear. While the former jock routinely went without a shirt, his pale upper thighs were normally obscured by shorts or swim trunks. The aqua speedo he currently wore, however, didn’t provide n...

From the Archives: We've Got Good Chemistry

(Keeping the way back train rolling with another one that was posted in 2018, but probably started in 2013 or 2014? This one originally went up as a vignette.)

“Jake. Zip up your suit,” Tony said, his voice firm but friendly.

The smaller man motioned to the warehouse around them. “How do you work in here all the time, man? This place is roasting.” Jake made no effort to zip the front of his jump suit, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his lean chest.

“I�...

WingMan, ch. 3

“Oh fuck…Vince…fuuuuck…you feel, like, so good inside me…”

“Gui…Guillermo…I’m…I’m…” Vince groaned, his furry pecs heaving as he clung to his friend’s perky rear. The bronze-skinned beauty writhed on his lap, his toned frame tense and flexing while he rocked his trim hips and dragged his rigid log through the trail of hair on the detective’s firm, flat stomach. The squeaky voice chirping out from between the taller man’s plump lips was odd, as were th...

From the Archives: A Little Bigger

(Another oldie from 2017. )

This isn’t at all how I thought things would end up. This certainly isn’t how I wanted them to. All I wanted was to be a little bigger. Now I can’t even leave the house much anymore. It’s possible, but it’s a process that involves more than a little discomfort, and I never know how the people around me will react, so I save it for emergencies. Luckily Dan does most of the running, or if not him I can get Charlie. Or Myles. Or some of...

Summoning, ch. 3 (vignette)

(Dusting this off for its yearly installment. If you need a refresher, here are parts one and two which comprise the first "chapter", and here's chapter 2 from last yea...