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AI Muscle Growth and Inflation
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Every notice that the richer people are, the smaller the balls they play with?
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I'm gonna start posting the story images by themselves the day after the story drops. As well as some bonus pics that didn't make the story.
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Felix, a svelte and cunning man, strolled along the sunlit shore with his usual impeccable style: designer sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose and a mustache groomed to precision. Despite the tranquil setting, Felix's mind buzzed with mischief.
Nearby, a family basked in the leisure of their seaside vacation. The parents, a husband and wife, had surrendered to the soporific effects of the warm sun, dozing off on their loungers. Their children, giggling and splashing, were a lively contrast, occupied with the ocean’s playful waves.
With a surreptitious glance ensuring no eyes were upon him, Felix approached the slumbering couple. He produced a small vial from his pocket—the contents glinting ominously. This was no ordinary substance; it was Miracle Grow, a potent concoction designed to induce rapid, immense muscle growth. Felix, with a stealthy flick of his wrist, emptied the vial into the husband’s half-drunk cocktail.
The sun continued its lazy arc across the sky as Felix retreated, a smirk curling his mustache. Moments later, the husband stirred, his hand reaching for his drink in a habitual quest for hydration. He took a hearty gulp, oblivious to the transformation that awaited.
Initially, nothing seemed amiss. But as seconds ticked by, a peculiar sensation began to ripple across his body. It started at his shoulders and arms, which twitched and pulsed under his skin as if small creatures were wriggling within. The muscles began to swell, fibers knitting and expanding with supernatural rapidity. His biceps ballooned, stretching his skin.
His chest followed suit, muscles blossoming outward and upward like rising dough, each breath he took seeming to inflate him further, his pecs becoming pronounced and hard as armor. The husband’s eyes widened in astonishment, his gaze traveling down to his transforming physique. His abdominal muscles, previously modest, now etched themselves into a stark, undulating landscape of peaks and valleys.
Amidst the growth, the sensation was exhilarating—a symphony of stretching and filling that resonated through his frame. He stood up, feeling his newly augmented weight and strength, a look of bewildered exhilaration painted across his face. His wife awoke to the sight of a husband transformed, her expression a mix of shock and awe.
As the husband took another sip from his cocktail, a strange warmth began to spread through his veins, pulsating with every heartbeat. Confusion clouded his face as his arms began to expand, muscles bulging and sinews stretching. Instinctively, he flexed, his growing biceps forming solid peaks of muscle. With every flex, his astonishment grew; it was as if he was sculpting himself with each movement.
His wife, stirred by the commotion, blinked her eyes open and sat up straight. Her voice, filled with concern and bewilderment, cut through the salty air. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed, watching her husband’s physique swell beyond the bounds of normalcy.
"I—I don't know!" he replied, his voice a mixture of panic and awe. "I can't stop growing!" Just as he uttered those words, another surge of growth rippled through him.
He stood over her, towering and increasingly massive, his frame expanding with each second. His swim trunks strained against his enlarging thighs, the fabric stretching to its limits.
As another wave of growth hit, a deep groan escaped his lips; he closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. The experience was beyond physical—it was almost euphoric, an intense rush that filled him with a profound, overwhelming pleasure. His body continued to expand, muscles piling on top of muscles, each layer more defined and impressive than the last.
The sensation was all-consuming, and despite the initial shock and confusion, he found himself not wanting it to stop. Every fiber of his being was alive, buzzing with an energy that was both powerful and exhilarating. His wife, now fully awake, watched in a mixture of fear and fascination, unsure of whether to call for help or marvel at the spectacle of her husband transforming into something akin to a mythic titan.
As Felix observed from a distance, the corners of his mouth turned up in a satisfied grin. The experiment had succeeded beyond his wildest imaginations, turning an ordinary beach day into a scene straight out of a superhero transformation.
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What if Freddie was a muscle daddy?? I'm over here answering questions no one asked... don't judge lol
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In Vault 279, where the echo of footsteps down long, dimly lit corridors marked the passage of time, Eliot had always found a peculiar solace. He was a young man of twenty-three, with keen eyes that seemed to capture the faded glow of the artificial lights and a mind that wandered beyond the steel-reinforced walls of his subterranean world. But on the day the selection panel called his name, that quiet solitude shattered, replaced by a heavy sense of destiny that clung to him like the damp, recycled air.
Eliot’s initial reaction was disbelief, followed swiftly by an enveloping dread. The honor of being chosen as a broodfather, his father had often said, was a burden no one should eagerly bear. As he walked to the medical wing, his steps resonated with the weight of the all-male community’s hopes and his own creeping fears. The procedure, explained in sterilized terms, did little to comfort him. It was an alien concept, his body transformed into something nature had never intended.
The impregnation process was steeped in tradition and genetic strategy, designed to prevent inbreeding and ensure the healthiest possible progeny. For Eliot, the procedure was both intimate and clinical, carried out in the sterile environment of the medical wing but involving a personal connection that was deeply traditional.
The Vault's geneticists had developed a meticulous system where predetermined men, selected for their genetic diversity and health profiles, were involved in the natural breeding process. This was to maximize genetic variation and vitality in each new generation. The encounters were scheduled and managed with precision, each participant aware of their role in this critical aspect of vault life. The experience was profoundly personal yet underscored by its communal significance, each session contributing to the continuity and survival of their isolated society.
The first few weeks after the impregnation were marked by an uneasy anticipation. Eliot watched, almost disbelieving, as his abdomen began to swell. It was subtle at first, his flat stomach gradually rounding, the skin stretching tight and shiny like a drum. The sensation was foreign—a tightness that tugged with each movement, a constant, dull pressure that reminded him of his new reality.
As the months wore on, his belly grew exponentially. It became a pronounced curve, protruding boldly as if he were smuggling a large, hidden object beneath his clothes. The weight of it altered his posture, forced him to waddle slightly as he walked. It was not just a physical change but an emotional metamorphosis as well. Each flutter and kick from the growing life inside him was a jolt of connection mixed with an acute reminder of his purpose.
The growth of his belly was both fascinating and frightening. It was soft yet firm, growing heavier by the day. His skin, stretched and glossy, bore silvery streaks that mapped his expanding girth. Eliot often found himself standing before the mirror in his quarters, tracing the lines with a mixture of awe and sorrow. It was as if with each passing day, as his belly burgeoned, the person he had once been was being erased, replaced by this singular role.
His interactions with others in the vault shifted; conversations often centered on the progress of his pregnancy. He felt himself becoming an object of curiosity, a walking symbol of life’s persistence. Yet, within him, there was a tumult of emotions—pride in his sacrifice tangled with a longing for his lost anonymity and a fear of the impending birth.
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Am I tripping or is the DJ growing?? I mean, I AM tripping, but you know..
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Bro... who's feeding the DJ?
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Some people don't take the PPE seriously on the work site..
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Beach belly
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At the vibrant city fair, the air buzzed with energy and excitement. Dr. Felix Morveau’s booth, an eccentric collection of gadgets and gizmos, stood out even amidst the colorful chaos. Here, Jacques, a skeptical journalist known for his critical eye, approached the booth with a blend of curiosity and disbelief.
Dr. Morveau, spotting an ideal subject in Jacques, greeted him with a confident, almost mischievous smile. "Monsieur Jacques, your reputation for skepticism is well-known. Allow me the opportunity to challenge your doubts with my latest invention, the Morpho Modulator." His tone was inviting, yet there was an undercurrent of challenge that piqued Jacques' interest despite his reservations.
With a skeptical raise of his eyebrow, Jacques agreed to participate. "Alright, Dr. Morveau, demonstrate your so-called breakthrough. I’m here to see real science, not tricks," he declared, standing firmly on the small stage.
Dr. Morveau adjusted the settings on the Morpho Modulator, a device with a gleaming array of dials and pulsing lights. "Observe the elasticity of human physiology at work!" he announced, then activated the device, directing its energy towards Jacques.
The device hummed softly, then with increasing intensity, as Jacques began to feel a peculiar warmth spreading across his midsection. Initially, it was a mild sensation, but as his belly started to expand, the feeling intensified into a bizarre mixture of pressure and tingling. The fabric of his shirt pulled taut, each button straining against the sudden growth.
"Dr. Morveau, this is enough," Jacques said, his voice edged with anxiety as he felt his belly swell beyond normal bounds. It was a strange, foreign feeling—his skin stretching uncomfortably yet accompanied by a novel, almost electrifying sensation that coursed through his body.
"Patience, Jacques! We are just beginning to see the potential," Dr. Morveau replied, his eyes fixed on the expanding belly as he tweaked the device to push it further. He seemed oblivious to Jacques’ discomfort, captivated by his scientific pursuit.
Jacques’ belly continued to grow, each moment more surreal than the last. His shirt gave way, the buttons popping off and flying into the crowd, which reacted with a mix of awe and concern. "Stop this now! It's too much. It feels like I’m being stretched from the inside out!" Jacques pleaded, his hands grasping at his enormous belly, which now jutted out massively, shiny and taut as a drum.
"Nonsense, we are on the cusp of a breakthrough!" Dr. Morveau insisted, his attention riveted on his readings. Jacques felt as if he was carrying a heavy, cumbersome load that was not only stretching his skin but also altering his center of gravity, making each breath a challenge.
As Jacques pleaded again, the device surged, and his belly expanded to an almost impossible size, creating an overwhelming sense of fullness and strain that bordered on pain yet was tinged with an inexplicable thrill. "It's too much... please," Jacques gasped, overwhelmed by the relentless growth.
Finally, with a sharp crack and a burst of sparks, the Morpho Modulator malfunctioned and ceased operating. Dr. Morveau, suddenly snapped out of his scientific reverie, hurriedly applied emergency measures. He used a secondary device to reverse the effects, and Jacques’ belly gradually returned to normal, leaving him exhausted and disoriented by the intense experience.
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In the shadowed corners of a bustling science convention, Dr. Felix Morveau adjusted his glasses, eyeing his next unwitting participant. He had set up a modest booth, misleadingly titled “The Future of Physical Fitness,” where his device, the Morpho Modulator, was hidden beneath a table draped in velvet. The device resembled a vintage radio, complete with dials and a large antenna, but its purpose was far from simple communication.
As the crowd thinned, a young scholar named Ethan approached, drawn by curiosity. He was slender, his body more accustomed to the rigors of academic marathons than physical ones. “What’s this about then?” Ethan asked, skepticism laced in his tone.
“Oh, just a small demonstration of potential,” Dr. Morveau replied with a sly smile. “Would you care to volunteer? It’s completely harmless, I assure you.”
Ethan hesitated but nodded, intrigued despite himself. Dr. Morveau gestured for him to stand on a marked spot in front of the device. “Just relax,” Felix advised as he adjusted the dials, the machine humming to life with a soft, electric purr.
Ethan felt a light tingling that seemed harmless, even ticklish. But as the machine's hum deepened, that tingling escalated into a potent, all-consuming buzz that coursed through his body. The sensation was both unsettling and enthralling. His muscles began to respond—first tightening, then expanding, growing visibly with each passing second. As the transformation gained momentum, Ethan’s discomfort mingled with an unexpected rush of exhilaration. “I—I think that’s enough,” he stammered, but his voice was drowned out by the escalating whir of the machine.
Dr. Morveau, his eyes alight with the thrill of experimentation, barely nodded at Ethan’s concern. “Just a bit more, let’s push the boundaries,” he murmured to himself more than to Ethan, and with that, he turned the dial up dramatically.
The effect was instantaneous. Ethan felt a powerful surge within him as his muscles expanded at an even faster rate. His biceps swelled, stretching the fabric of his sleeves to a near breaking point. His chest broadened, each new muscle fiber knitting together with astonishing speed and definition.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, Ethan closed his eyes, a deep moan escaping him as he surrendered to the transformation. The growth was rapid, each second adding layers of muscle that Ethan had never possessed nor imagined. His back widened, shoulders ballooning as they packed on mass. The euphoria of the transformation, fueled by the sudden acceleration, was profound—his body was not just growing, it was being sculpted into something formidable, powerful beyond his wildest understanding.
“Marvelous! Look at the definition, the symmetry!” Dr. Morveau exclaimed, utterly captivated by the sight. He observed every detail with the fascination of a scientist witnessing a great discovery, oblivious to the ethical boundaries he was overstepping.
Ethan, still with eyes closed, felt every fiber of his being stretched and expanded. The growth was exhilarating, a primal joy in gaining strength so rapidly, yet it was also terrifying—his own body becoming unfamiliar under the relentless expansion of muscle.
With a loud crack and a burst of sparks, the Morpho Modulator exploded, smoke billowing around Felix. The transformation halted abruptly, leaving Ethan massively muscled and towering, stuck in a state of shock and disbelief.
Felix, face blackened with soot but unharmed, looked at the remnants of his machine, then at Ethan, and finally at the shocked audience. "It appears we've discovered his limit," he remarked dryly.
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In the dim glow of the old-fashioned poker room, four middle-aged friends gathered around a sturdy oak table for their weekly game of poker. But tonight, they introduced a peculiar twist to their usual stakes: Growth Poker.
As the first hand was dealt, the tension was palpable. Chips clinked and cards flicked with each fold and raise. Logan lost the first round, a full house falling short to Ethan's four-of-a-kind. Instantly, Logan felt his waistband tighten uncomfortably as his belly bulged outward, his shirt straining at the buttons.
Next, it was Ethan who tossed his cards down in defeat, his eyes widening as his belly noticeably grew, pushing against the edge of the table, forcing him to lean back in his chair. The transformation brought a mix of horror and laughter from his friends, a bizarre sight indeed.
Noah lost the third hand, and as the cards hit the table, his chest began to expand under his shirt, initially causing him to gasp as he felt his balance shift. Each breath seemed to inflate him slightly more, much to the amusement and astonishment of the others.
But James, whose stakes were high and adrenaline higher, remained undefeated. Each hand he played with precision and a cool head, watching his friends grow in their unique ways. James, however, felt a surge of power with each win, his arms bulging, shoulders broadening, and chest heaving with newfound muscle. His physical growth seemed to mirror his confidence, towering now in both stature and presence.
As the final hand approached, it was clear James was on the brink of victory. The chips overwhelmingly piled in his corner of the table, and his bodybuilder physique was a stark contrast to the beginning of the night. Logan, Ethan, and Noah, each dealing with their new, exaggerated forms, could only watch as James laid down a royal flush, the indisputable champion.
The room erupted in laughter and clapping, despite the awkward adjustments to their new bodies. James, with a booming laugh that matched his Herculean form, declared the night unforgettable.
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As Marcus began his climb early one crisp morning, there was a palpable energy in the air, as if the mountain itself was alive with ancient power. With each segment of the climb, something remarkable started to happen. His muscles began to swell, subtly at first, but with increasing prominence as he progressed. The physical demands of the climb acted as a catalyst, triggering a metamorphosis that Marcus could both see and feel.
With every ledge he pulled himself over and every boulder he maneuvered around, his shoulders broadened and his chest expanded. His arms, initially struggling to find grip on the rocky surface, grew thicker and more powerful with each hour that passed. The sensation was surreal—like feeling a slow pump that never ebbed away, each muscle fiber tingling with growth and energy.
Halfway up the mountain, Marcus's transformation was undeniable. His climbing gear strained against his enlarging physique, the fabric stretching over his rapidly expanding chest and arms. He felt a surge of strength that was exhilarating; each movement was more powerful than the last. His once-average body now resembled that of a seasoned bodybuilder, each new muscle sharply defined against the mountainous backdrop.
As he neared the summit, Marcus's growth reached a staggering climax. His silhouette against the sky was Herculean, his muscles now gargantuan. His lats flared like the wings of an eagle, his arms and chest so pronounced that they seemed sculpted from the mountain itself. Climbing had become almost effortless, as if his body was made for this, for turning the impossible into the achievable.
Reaching the summit, Marcus stood in awe—not just of the view, but of himself. He raised his arms above his head in a victorious flex, muscles rippling, a living monument to human potential. The experience was transformative, both physically and spiritually. He felt as though he had tapped into a raw, primal force, a secret of the mountain that gave him strength beyond measure.
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In the quirky town of Bumbleton, where every day is a day for mischief, two friends, Tom and Jerry (not the cat and mouse, of course), stumbled upon an odd-looking contraption while cleaning out an old attic. It resembled an antique bicycle pump, complete with a whimsical array of tubes and dials.
Jerry, always the prankster, hooked up the dusty pump to Tom, who was reluctantly curious. "This better not be one of your pranks, Jerry," Tom warned, but his caution was met with Jerry's mischievous grin.
With a dramatic flourish, Jerry started pumping. Tom's belly began to inflate, growing rounder and tighter with each pump. "Hey! What's happening? Jerry, stop!" Tom pleaded, his voice wobbling as his belly expanded like a giant balloon at a summer fair. The sensation was bizarre, like being a human drum that someone kept beating.
The inflated belly shone tautly under the attic light, reflecting Tom's bewildered expression. It was so round and shiny that it could have been a giant crystal ball, revealing unfortunate futures with each stretch.
"Jerry, enough!" Tom cried out, his words muffled by the sound of his own taut belly drumming with the eerie echo of a hollow cave. But Jerry, caught up in the spectacle, couldn't resist giving a few more pumps. Tom's belly grew so large and tight that it started to gleam in the dim light, resembling a bizarre, living piece of modern art.
Finally, with a ceremonial bow, Jerry ceased his antics, leaving Tom to waddle around, balancing his newly enormous, bobbing belly. "You look like you swallowed a beach ball," Jerry laughed, dodging as Tom, now a human balloon, chased him down the attic stairs, both laughing despite the absurdity of the situation.
As the evening rolled in, the belly slowly deflated back to its usual size, but the memory of that bizarre inflation remained, a funny tale for the storybooks of Bumbleton.
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In the heart of a bustling city, Tom, a mild-mannered accountant known more for his love of spreadsheets than sports, stumbled upon a peculiar sight: a tiny, almost hidden deli with an aged sign that read "Gains & Grains." Intrigued by the promise of the best grilled cheese in town, he pushed open the door, letting the aroma of melted cheese and toasted bread envelop him.
The deli was run by an eccentric old chef who claimed his recipes had "magical effects." Tom, a skeptic of all things unscientific, chuckled and ordered the grilled cheese. The chef, with a wink, served him a golden, crispy sandwich, saying, "This one's on the house, but beware—it's not for the faint of heart."
As Tom took his first bite, the taste was unlike any other: rich, creamy, and inexplicably invigorating. Finishing his meal, he felt a strange surge of energy. Shrugging it off, he returned to his office. But as he sat at his desk, something extraordinary began to happen. His arms began to swell, his shirt tightening around rapidly growing biceps. His thin frame filled out with muscles bulging in places he didn't know muscles could bulge.
Panicked, Tom rushed back to the deli, finding the old chef chuckling behind the counter. "What was in that sandwich?" Tom demanded.
"Ah," the chef said, his eyes twinkling. "A little something I like to call 'Growth Griller.' It's designed to bring out the inner strength hidden within. Looks like it worked a bit too well on you, eh?"
Tom was aghast. "How do I stop this?" he asked, as his suit seams began to strain.
"With great power comes great responsibility—and great appetite," the chef advised. "You'll need to learn to control your new strength, and maybe switch to stretchier clothes."
Over the next few weeks, Tom learned to adapt to his new, muscular physique. He found joy in activities he'd never imagined enjoying, like rock climbing and weightlifting. People around him marveled at the change, and Tom, embracing his new self, finally felt at home in his body.
And as for the deli? It became his regular haunt, not just for the magical sandwiches, but for the old chef's wise cracks and witticisms. Tom had learned that sometimes, the smallest bites could lead to the biggest changes.
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