Brandon Twice

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Ricky Deserves Better

[Rewriting history; muscle growth; powerlifters, bodybuilders]

Clyde was grabbing another IPA from the fridge when his 21-year old son Ricky’s car pulled into the driveway. He popped off the bottlecap and tossed it at the sink. His eyes narrowed when Ricky’s passenger door opened as well. He saw two men get out of the car, heard two sets of footsteps on the porch. Ricky’s with that damned sissy boyfriend again, he thought as he heard Ricky’s key in the lock. ...

Pull the Lever for a New You

[Muscle growth/loss, height gain/loss, weight gain/loss, straight-to-gay, top-to-bottom, puppification]

Evan finished signing the rest of the paperwork while Steve, the muscular spiky-haired college kid in the tight red Flexicon Fitness shirt, smiled over the desk at him. Evan only half-read the paperwork, eyes losing focus as they skimmed legalese, and then signed the base of each page.

“It’s all your standard gym commitment stuff,” Steve said with a smile. Evan ...

The Flexington Thanksgiving Day Parade

[muscle growth, inflation]

Craig Golias hadn’t questioned the offer to be Grand Martial of the Flexington Thanksgiving Parade when he first heard about it. The invitation came with a check for $500,000. His mind was made up immediately: “I’ll be there, brah!” he told the Mayor of Flexington immediately. His plane ticket showed up the next day. Craig wondered ho...

Butterball Bowl

[shrinking, weight gain, animal TF, inanimate TF]

[warning: this story features crushing, vore, and a more sadistic tone than my usual fare]

Lex Rogers was the last guy on my list. Wouldn’t you know it, he walked right into my bar just before closing time, saving me hours of trying to track him down. Was it the luck sigil I cast before I headed to work, or just random chance? I guess I would never know.

He looked around skeptically at the empty chairs and stools. He was pr...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Two posts tomorrow. Rest day for me today.

Eat food and take it easy!

The Twink-Vengers

[Twinkification, Muscle Growth]

[In this rendition of these characters, everyone is at least 18 years old.]

Peter knew the entire arena was composed of hard-light holograms and Starktech environmental-shaping nanobots, but his opponent, the Hulk, was very real. Peter felt the tingle behind his eyes--the unnerving flash that danger was on its way--and deftly backflipped to avoid a massive green fist plowing toward him.

“Man! That was freakin’ close!” Peter sa...

November Winds Down

Hello all!

I really hope you've all enjoyed this month of daily posts. Those of you who have been my loyal supporters for awhile have surely noticed inconsistencies to my updates in the past. That's a lot of what this month was about: paying back those of you who stuck around even when my own life kept me from updating as much as I should have.

Moving forward, things will change just a little bit. Starting December 1, I will be changing Patron benefits a little bit: $3 Patrons and...

"Can Alexey Go All 30 Days?"

Day 3

Alexey forgot to weigh himself before it all began. But on day 2, he weighed 268 pounds. That was about right; his weight fluctuated all the time. He looked at himself in the mirror: same big, bulky muscles; same protruding pecs; same rounded, bulging physique. He ran his hands over his distended abdomen. His abs were there (making it look a little like a turtle shell) but ...

Epilogues: Craig Morton

This story serves as an epilogue to this one.

Just when Craig thought he couldn’t take another moment of the stuffy, hot air inside the cramped pocked, huge fingers reached in, wrapped around him and yanked him out by the waist. He kicked his legs as he rose in the air to a sickening height. Everything was just a blur. He got a glimpse of his captor, Bennett’s sneering face before he was droppe...

Today's post

Don't stress that my post hasn't gone up yet. I forgot to put it in the queue and now I'm at work for a bit, and thus away from my laptop and unable to post.

It'll go up later tonight. Sorry for making you wait!

Epilogues: Jackson Gunn

[This should serve as an epilogue to this story. Enjoy!]

Carlos came back from the bathroom to see the Jackson Gunn doll tilted off the bed. The doll was face down, still posed the way Carlos had left him (his hands behind his head, making his huge arms into a set of handlebars Carlos could use while fucking big Jackson from behind). Carlos grabbed the spray-bottle of special cleaner they had deliv...

Dr. Titan

[Age Regression: 60 years to 20 years old; Mental change]

The big powerlifter filled up the doorway to Julian’s office. Julian wasn’t a stranger to large men (he was nicknamed “Dr. Titan” at Global gym, because of the way he turned out one 300 lb bodybuilder after another) but something about Ulrich made him seem more imposing than the usual superheavyweight giants Julian dealt with.

Ulrich was just an ape of man. He was in his early 60s now but he’d been competing as a ...

Jackson Gunn Is a Real Doll

A weaselly guy with a goatee greeted Jackson at the door. He introduced himself as Mikael. His beady eyes lit up at the sight of Jackson’s big body. Jackson wore joggers and a hoodie to the meeting. A guy his size looked massive even when he covered himself up.

Mikael slammed the heavy door shut behind him and slid two heavy bars in place, finally spinning a wheel (like on a bank vault) to seal th...

Craig Checks In

[shrinking]

Craig Morton noticed the guy behind the desk light up when he checked in. He was old with stringy hair, a dark grey front tooth and a hunch to his back. He looked old enough to be the manager but it turned out he was just the valet.

The younger man behind the desk checked Craig in. His nametag said Clark. “So it seems you’ll be here for the weekend. You here...

Julian's New Size

[Trait Swap: big bear, muscle twink]

Julian’s first thought that morning was of pancaked. He heard his big belly growling and glanced at the clock. It was 7 am. Maybe he should have the chef show up earlier? Or she could leave some in the fridge. What he really craved was a big stack of pancakes--covered in butter and syrup, with fluffy whipped cream on top. He thought about hi...

De-Witcher Part 3

[Muscle Growth, Cock Theft, some Animal TF]

Part 1 Here 

Part 2 Here 

The address in the folder led us to a pretty seedy dead-end sidestreet downtown. At the end, beneath a rusted out fire escape, was a dark little door. I knocked and a small panel slid aside. “Palumbo,” I said, grateful that Trey had inc...

Remembering High School Wrong

[Rewriting History; Forced Muscle Growth]

After the first boring hour of awkward interactions with former classmates he didn’t remember, Mike headed for the country club’s back deck to smoke a cigar and sip his bourbon in peace. On the way, he stopped by Luke--his old football buddy, and the only person he was looking forward to seeing at the reunion--to invite him along. Luke, as usual, was mobbed by women vying for his attention.

Mike flashed two fat Cubans and Lu...

Purely Ornamental

Jay Cutler turned down photographer Gus Stanville’s offers to do a photoshoot for months. “Sorry,” he said politely on Gus’ sixth call, pleading for the former Olympian to do just one 2-hour session with him. “I only do professional shoots. You lack the credentials.”

A month later, Gus doubled his offer. Then he doubled it again. When he offered 100 grand, Jay wondere...

The Mite-y Football Team

[shrinking, some midgetization and giant]

Chester’s Legacy

I was Chester’s roommate during our PhD programs. He wasn’t shy about his research with me, and although I thought it was a little kooky (and that Chester was more than a little kooky) it was all very sound. Chester was unstable but brilliant. He showed me all of his work and it was shocking but amazing.

That’s why they called me in to talk to detectives about what truly happened. ...

Halfway Point

Halfway through the month and I haven't missed a day.

How are you guys liking it? Loving it? Hating it? Any feedback would be great!

De-Witcher Part 2

Standing at Trey’s door, about to knock, all I could smell was old man.

Mothballs and antiseptic. Gauze--no, diapers. Stale urine. Acrid sweat. Some of it I smelled with my nose; the rest I sensed. There was residual energy from an active curse on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?” groaned a weak voice after I called through the door.

“Trey?” I said. “It’s Blaze. Can you open up please?”

I knew what to expect, but still, what I saw peeking throu...

Terry Heads Back to the Farm

Feist never got visitors, so the pounding on the door came as a shock. He was even more startled when he opened the door to see the massive man filling the frame. It took him a moment to recognize Terry; the big guy had changed so much since the last time they had met.

Terry forced his way in, clenching his fists. He kept opening his mouth to speak but then following silent. Over...

Vessels

Big Chris was excited to see me that morning. He gave me a high-five that echoed through the gym like thunder and hustled his enormous body upstairs to the gym’s posing room to show off his progress. He had no idea what I had in store for him. That’s the thing with mortals. They’re so sure they know everything there is to know, they’re completely defenseless when beings like me come along. I grabbed my own gym bag and slung it over my shoulder. Inside, glass bottles clinked against ea...

Milkbag Mise'l

Mise’l’s appointments became the highlight of my week. Unlike most guys, who wear baggy sweatsuits or a trenchcoat to cover up entirely, he struts in wearing his still-sweaty gym clothes. He knows he looks intimidatingly huge in his tight tank and high-cut shorts. He knows his pecs are way bigger, proportionately, than the rest of his body. He knows that with every twist of his waist, the sexy sway of his ov...

De-Witcher Part 1

I spent all Saturday crushing Elf bone in a mortar and mixing it with quicksilver.

That’s not a euphemism. They were actually the bones of elves, although they were dead a long time before I got my hands on them.

The solution I made was very delicate. I had to work slowly and meticulously to make sure the proportions were perfect. When finished, it was a glittery ivory-colored goop. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the mystical energy radiating from it.

Quicksilver ...

Links to Pics in my Stories?

When I write about real dudes, sometimes I include links to pics of the guy in the story.

Should I keep doing this?

Reverse Hulk Part 2

Antoine had been to PJ Braun’s house so many times that he didn’t need to wait to be let in. At the gate, he punched in the code and walked to the front door confidently. PJ greeted them in a dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar and loosened tie. He sipped from a glass of brown liquor and smiled at the two bodybuilders on his doorstep.

“Gentlmen! C’mon in. We’re still waiting for our guest of honor to arrive.” He motioned the two inside.

Antoine and Regan glanced at...

Reverse Hulk (part 1)

The woman at the Delta counter seemed sheepish as she informed Antoine that his flight has been cancelled. “I-I’m really sorry…” she said timidly in her Minnesotan accent. “But there won’t be another flight to Dallas until the m-morning…”

Antoine flashed a warm smile. Most people expected an angry caveman to growl and smash things when they saw a guy his size. He thought his sweater would make him look less threatening than a skin-tight v-neck, but as he glanced at his r...

NaNoWriMo--Or, "What's With All the Posts?"

Not that any of you are complaining, I'm sure, but you're probably wondering how I went from my formerly shabby update schedule to a new story every day this week.

Well, the short answer is NaNoWriMo--or, "National Novel Writing Month." The goal, fo rthose taking part in the challenge, is to write a brand new novel in a month. 50,000 words in 30 days is 1667 words a day.

I've done this challenge for years and failed, usually in the first 10 days. This year I'm going the distance.<...