"Coach," Evan blushed as he gestured at his muscletits, "that protein powder you gave me only seems to be helping my pecs grow. And not only that, but... um, they're really sensitive. Like really, REALLY sensitive."

Kings of the World: Europe's Protector

Dominic, for the most part, was what the gay community would consider average. He had some mass to him, though not much, and his junk was fairly average. He had light body hair and a short beard, though not enough to be considered an otter. Almost no one swiped him on any dating app, which did leave him feeling dejected. He was a top, though all of his few matches pegged him as a submissive bottom. Though, someday, he hoped that he would gain the strength he desired.

Alone in his apartment, Dominic was doomscrolling through Instagram, crying over pictures of happy men in love. It had been so long since his last hookup, let alone his last boyfriend, that he had become incredibly touch-starved. London's pool of gay men had been incredibly unkind to him.

KLUNK.

A single notification rang from Dominic's phone. A match! Dominic dove to his phone, and couldn't believe his eyes. An absolute stud of a man had decided to give Dominic his approval. His pecs and ass were perky and voluptuous, his dark skin accented his enormous muscles perfectly, and judging by his bulge, he was more hung than every other man Dominic had seen, combined. The crystal crown on his head, while a little tacky, only added to his allure. According to his profile, he was "King Leon."

That sure is a King of a man, all right. Dominic thought.

Soon, they began to chat.

King_Leon: Hey. I think you might have exactly what I'm looking for. Meet me at my place?

DomDom74: Absolutely! I'm on my way!

Dominic dashed to his car, and drove as fast as he could over to where King Leon said his address was. It was a tall apartment building, with an impressive view over Buckingham Palace.

King_Leon: Head to the Penthouse. I'll be waiting ;)

Not only is he immeasureably hot, but he's also rich? Dominic thought. This could not be going better.

Dominic sauntered up to the elevator, and hit the button for the Penthouse suite.

"Dom?" King Leon's Nigerian accent entered Dominic's ears like butter from the intercom. It was smoky and rhythmic, with a deep, rich melody that caused Dominic's cock to instantly harden.

"Y-yes?" Dominic stammered. He was already flustered, and he hadn't even met the man yet.

"I'm glad to see you could make it. I'll let you on up now." King Leon said.

Soon, the elevator opened into a lavish Penthouse suite, each room the size of Dominic's entire apartment. Relics and statues from every corner of the globe accented the space, though most were from Africa, where King Leon's throne resided.

King Leon himself was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a small towel. He was even hotter in person. His muscles, divine, his skin, glistening, his ass, superb, his incredible height and his enormous cock visible even through the towel.

"Dominic, it is so good to have you here." King Leon rumbled, his voice flowing over Dominic like a river, wearing down his inhibitions.

"S-same." Dominic stuttered. "You have to be the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

King Leon laughed. "Soon, you will be just as beautiful as I."

"What do you mean?" Dominic said.

King Leon smiled, and let the towel drop as he turned around, revealing his luscious, bouncy muscle ass.

"Why don't you come find out?" King Leon teased.

Salivating, Dominic ripped off his pants, and stuck his throbbing member into King Leon's hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt: King Leon's perfect ass seemed to be vibrating and massaging every square millimeter of his dick, creating pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his skull as he lost himself in the pleasure, firing orgasm after orgasm into King Leon's ass, each one longer than the last. A gold fluid began to leak from King Leon's hole as the most orgasmic experience of Dominic's life finally came to a close.

As he removed his pulsing member from the King's hole, Dominic almost screamed. His cock was... different.

It had swollen up like a balloon, until it matched King Leon's size, inch for inch, a full foot in length and as thick as a beer bottle. His balls had turned into massive grapefruits swinging between his legs, churning with his own kingly fluids. Most surprising of all, his cock was pale, with a red tip, surrounded by a fiery orange bush. No longer was it a brown twig, but a mighty birchwood weapon, capable of slaying any ass.

"Wha... what?" Dominic asked.

"A king needs a weapon, does he not?" King Leon said.

"How? Why? Why did you change me?"

"I saw greatness in you, Dominic. You could be the protector of this whole continent, if you wished. A king, a warrior, a protector... the most powerful Dom in this land."

Dominic considered this. Power, prestige, strength... The choice was obvious.

"I'll do it. Where do I start?" Dominic answered.

"Only a moment of submission, for a lifetime of lordship. Impale yourself upon my sword, and drink of my fluids." King Leon said, his voice having a playful air to it.

King Leon sat down upon a wide loveseat, his enormous Black horsecock reaching far past his abs. His pecs throbbed, and his nipples called to Dominic, just begging to be sucked.

Trancelike, Dominic walked over to King Leon, and lowered himself onto his cock.

It was like paradise: There was no blockage, no pain, just pure pleasure His cock filled up Dominic perfectly, despite its egregious size. Dominic's mouth latched onto King Leon's perfect dark nipple as the King began to slowly thrust.

Soon, the King's fluids took effect. As King Leon pumped load after load of kingly fluid into Dominic, his muscles expanded. His biceps, wrapped around one of King Leon's enormous arms, suddenly blew up to match the guns they worshipped. His hands, once small and insignificant, became enormous mitts, digging and massaging King Leon's equally huge arms. His back and lats wrenched themselves apart, creating a sea of perfect ridges. His abs repeatedly clenched and unclenched, growing stronger each time, until the eight blocks that made up his core were as solid as stone. His legs, once skinny, became almighty pillars of strength as they expanded to well over the size of tree trunks. His feet did the same, becoming bigger and wider, to support the royal mass they carried.

The more fluid Leon pumped, the lighter Dominic's skin became, until it settled on a lightly-tanned cream color. His hair became a fiery red, his beard changing to match. His brow narrowed, and his jaw became square. His voice deepened, and took on an Irish accent as he started gyrating his ass to properly milk King Leon's dick.

"Yeh, you like that, don't you?" Dom said, in between chugs from King Leon's chest.

"Oh, I do... Daddy." King Leon said with a smirk. While he normally preferred to be the dominant one, for his fellow King, he would make a rare exception.

"My arse is going to milk your cock like you wouldn't believe." Dom said. With each slam of his ass on King Leon's mammoth dick, it bounced and expanded just a little more, until it became an enormous Irish booty, leaking an emerald fluid, which mixed with King Leon's golden fluid perfectly.

"Now, I want you to suck my pecs like your life depends on it." Dom ordered.

"Anything for you, Daddy." King Leon placed his soft, supple lips on Dom's left nipple, as Dom moaned with pleasure. His chest began to puff up, going from muscular, to voluptouous, to absolutely obscene. His massive muscle tits were just as large as King Leon's!

Soon, Dom wrapped his arms around King Leon, and tried to wrestle him to the floor. King Leon obliged, and pulled Dom close, pressing their sensitive muscle tits together, releasing a moan from both behemoths. Dom continued to grow in height until he matched King Leon while they rolled on top of each other, each man fighting for dominance. Dom pressed his face firmly against King Leon's, locking him in a passionate kiss. They wrestled and fought and loved for hours, until the pleasure finally became too much for the both of them, and they came from all orifices at once. King Dom's transformation had completed.

Both Kings laid there, exhausted. Soon, there would be more of them, and they could lead the world into a brighter age

Your work is absolutely amazing!! I was wondering, is there anyway you could tf a nerdy skinny twink into a bubble-butted, airhead himbo, but like literally airheaded? Where like the twink gets filled with air, pumping up his pecs and butt and making him get stupider each time? And then the smarts get farted out of his amazing new bubble butt?

Jakob is a grade-A nerd: skinny, introverted, glasses. You know what I mean. He’s rather unpopular at school, only having a few close friends. His best friend, Ronnie and him have been friends for as long as they can remember.

One day after work, Ronnie comes over to Jakob’s house with a bag of snacks for their movie night. They plop down on his couch and put on The Princess Bride. Jakob pulls out a brown paper bag from the grocery pile.

“Uh… What’s this, Ronnie?” Jakob asks.

“Hm. I don’t know. What’s inside?”

Jakob opens the bag to find a large clump of pink cotton candy.

“Oh, it’s just cotton candy,” he says with a laugh. He picks up a chunk and eats it, the cotton candy immediately dissolving in his mouth. “Oh wow. That’s really good. You want some?”

“You know I don’t like sweet stuff,” Ronnie says as he fills his mouth with pretzels.

“Suit yourself.” Jakob continues eating the cotton candy. A strange tickling sensation overcoming his brain, an itch he can’t scratch. His body similarly itches internally, his pecs and glutes developing without his knowledge. Colorful tattoos appear on his skin underneath his baggy hoodie.

He excuses himself and goes to the bathroom, desperately needing to relieve the itching all over his body.

He steps foot in the bathroom and immediately removes his hoodie. He stares in disbelief at his newly developed, plush muscles. His gawking session is quickly becoming an aggressive scratching at his hair. The tingling in his brain gets so bad it becomes his sole thought. He closes his eyes and massages his skull, the aggravating itching becoming a pleasurable tingle. He lets out quiet moans as he rubs his head, feeling so empty, so thoughtless.

His muscles swell to be more full, more plush. He feels a bloating in his stomach until a large fart comes out. It smells rich and sweet just like the cotton candy. The cloudy feeling in his mind only intensifies. He opens his eyes to see pink. Just pink. Everywhere he looks is pink, as if there’s a pink filter over his eyes. I fart more and more, each one filling my mind more and filling up my muscles with the cotton candy that triggered my transformation.

Jay was a cam boy and he had a lot of fans, but there was always one in particular that was always present for him. Pecboi: hey handsome, hows your day? Jay was always happy to see Pecboi because of their mutual love for a mans chest. Jay absolutely loved playing with his pecs, and when others would call them breasts. Pecboi: you storing milk in those breasts baby? Jay nodded with a wicked smile as he groped his left tit and gave it a small jiggle. Pecboi: you want someone to latch onto those bad boys and suckle you dry? Jay, once again, nodded as he wrapped his other hand around his throbbing dick and started jerking it off. Pecboi: let's try something, if you don't mind Jay was curious to see what Pecboi meant. Soon, his live public video went into Private Session and it was only him and Pecboi. Pecboi: Let's get started, give me a good show Jay smiled, raising his arms and flexing his biceps. He moved his mouth to his right bi and started to lick it with his long tongue, kissing it and suckling on it til it left a red mark, pure lust reflected in his eyes. Jey leaned back and used his other hand to start stroking his dick. Tips were coming in at small numbers - money spent to support and show love to creators. Jay had a butt plug in his ass between his thick bubbly cheeks vibrating every time a tip came in. From a single tip, it would vibrate for a second, but Pecboi was doing them intermittently as to hit Jay repeatedly. Ding! Moan. Ding! Moan. Jay was slowly thrusting his dick through a tightly gripped hand, his moans becoming louder each time. It was bareable, and it wasn't going to make him cum too quickly. Pecboi seemed to have other ideas and, soon enough, started tipping larger amounts. The larger amounts made the vibrations last longer; this time for about ten seconds. Jay was surprised at first and rocked his hips harder, moving his free hand to his tits and tweaking a nipple, his moans increasing. Pecboi: You want more baby? You love those tits, don't you? Jay moaned in agreement, desperation and lust shot through the camera with white hot piercing hazel eyes. Pecboi smiled. Pecboi: Well how about we make them the star of the show? Jay was confused, but was greeted with more tipping, but now a much larger increased sum that made vibrations last for a minute. Yet, this time, Pecboi made sure to send a few in succession so that once one of the vibration sessions finished, another one started immediately. Jay felt it hit and his voice hitched. It was a strange feeling, the vibrations shooting from his ass, through his body and into his pecs and, instead of one hand on tit and one one dick, he moved both of his hands to his nipples. Vibration after vibration came through and Jay was thrusting his hips up into the air, a sheet of sweat covering his body, but his hands were busy teasing his nipples and, soon, groping his chest, the sensitivity seemingly increasing with each grab. Pecboi: That's right, show me what I'm investing in baby. Pecboi increased the tip amount once more; this time it had added intensity to the vibration and, for what felt like continuous vibrating turned into vibrating much more intense. It was wrecking Jay as his moans became much more wanton and needy, sweat pouring from his skin as he continued to grope his pecs and twist his nipples. Soon enough, a build up of energy had reached its apex, but it wasn't flowing over. In his hands, he felt his pecs get much bigger. It was like he was inflating. Slowly, his pecs ballooned out, and their sensitivity was shot up to eleven. He couldn't stop groping them as more and more of his hands were getting full of the muscle. Soon enough, they were spilling out of his grip, and started to jiggle before firming up a little. Jay looked down and couldn't see past them except for between the deep valley. He grabbed two fingers, placed them in the valley and squished his pecs together and started to move his fingers in a thrusting motion. It was pure sex as his other hand went to his nipple and started to flick and twist and tweak as he fucked his ballooning tits. They continued to grow, and the electricity that zapped through him had stored and pooled into his chest. The energy was growing and growing until suddenly, it felt like it was moving towards is nipples. Jay was breathing heavily, his room smelling like sex and lust as sweat poured off of his skin making him look like a bronzed medal. He was humping the air, begging for release, and then it happened. The feeling of energy shot to his nipples like pins and needles and Jay yelled as his hands grabbed both of his tits and squeezed. White liquid shot from each nipple, getting all over his body and some onto his face. His rock-hard dick was cumming buckets and his ass clenched tightly onto the vibrator that it made the sensations more orgasmic. He continued to moan as spurt after spurt came from his dick and nipples and, as it finally calmed down, he took a finger and dipped it into the nipple cum, and brought it to his mouth. He looked at the camera, knowing full well Pecboi was pleased, and suckled on the finger as seductively as he could. After a minute or so, Pecboi finished the private session. The camera switched back to Public and messages flooded in. Holy shit, his pecs are so big! Look at them jiggle every time he moves! Fuck I wanna suckle on those tits! Is that cum or is he leaking?? Fuck I want that hard dick to breed me! Such a hot body, I want him to ruin my hole!

A New Sponsor

Hyde gawked at the posters lining the wall at his local mall. The posters were all of bodybuilders promoting various products for the grocery store at the end of the hallway. Hydi always had a hard-on for big and strong men so it was like heaven.

"It wouldn't hurt if I grabbed one right?" But before Hyde could get his hands on one a poster fell onto him making him collapse to the ground. After Hyde regained his bearings he took a look at the poster that "attacked" him.

"Hadi choopan... never heard of this guy before. I don't think this poster is for me though," Hydi somewhat put the poster back on the wall and sighed. Hyde came to the mall to buy groceries and other items so he had no time to just stare at pieces of paper and went inside the store.

The beginning of his escapade getting his items wasn't too interesting. Although a nagging feeling started to grow within Hyde as people inside the store seemed to stare at him more than usual. One person even went up to Hyde and said that their outfit was a bold one. What's so bold about a t-shirt and shorts Hydi though to himself, but he finally get everything he wanted and dashed to the nearest checkout lane.

"Oh hey Hydi! It's so nice to see you back so soon!" The cashier spoke like they knew Hyde for a long time. Hyde gave a bit of confused look at the cashier for calling him Hydi. That definitely wasn't his name.

"Umm it's not Hydi it's..." Hyde paused. He felt like his name was Hyde yet being called Hydi felt more right and correct so he must've just had a dazed moment.

"Ah... sorry you're right it is Hydi," Hydi put more items on the conveyer belt and engaged in some small talk with the cashier.

"So I see you still walk around in nothing but your blue posers huh," The cashier gave a quick laugh. Now that really perplexed Hydi. He for sure put on a full set of clothes, but to his surprise when Hydi looked down at his body he was really just wearing a shiny blue poser and nothing else. Hydi recalled the things he did today and he could now clearly remember putting just the posers on and doing the same thing the day before. Hydi did really love the freedom after all how could he forget?

"It's okay I understand why you do that. I would do the same thing if I were a big guy like you..." The cashier laughed again

"Me a big guy? I'm as skinny as a branch!" Hydi argued back.

"Aw don't sell yourself short Hydi. You're the biggest guy in the store!" That's when like a switch hit, Hydi's muscle instantly bulked up. Biceps as strong as old tree branches, big juicy and poppable pecs, solid six pack abs, a big ass, sausage-size fingers, tree trunk thighs, and big feet were the many things he now had. Not to mention some visible veins.

"Yea... you're right I am the biggest guy here!" prompting Hydi to give a good bicep flex to the cashier as his voice lowered with every grunt.

"That's the spirit! Let's not forget the persian features and sexy beard that compliment those big muscles~" the cashier said with an interesting implication.

Like clockwork Hydi instantly gained a manly beard and his white features were replaced with more persian ones. A brownish color of skin seeping and taking over his former white as his hair slicked back. Hydi didn't seem to notice the changes as he continued to flex for the cashier.

"Alright enough of that Hadi here's your bag. Goodluck on the photoshoot!" The cashier smiled as they handed the bag to Hadi as he stopped flexing.

"Thank you for luck... Sorry my english isn't good..." A thick persian accent quickly plopped itself into Hadi's speaking ability. Hadi quickly walked out of the grocery store as he strut with his massive ass.

When Hadi made it to the entrance a quick thought hit him. He was always the legendary Hadi Choopan right? It was a weird question to ask but it just seemed to be something that bothered Hadi. Hadi had to eventually shrug it off as he had a photo shoot to attend to. Hadi was still in just his posers as he walked to his car and drove.

"Ah Hadi you just arrived in time! I see you brought a good prop for the shoot" the director looked down at Hadi's groceries which turned into a evogen promotional bag.

"Alright now pose with those big muscles of yours and... Click!"

Hadi wasn't smiling in the photo but he very much enjoyed what was going on.

"Perfect! Alright I need one without the bag now. Just show us your stuff okay?" The director pointed to where Hadi could put the bag and then immediately went into position.

"*Click*"

"Great! Perfect! Amazing! Alright just one and I need you to smile for this one. Think of your loyal fans and sponsors and... pose!"

All the thoughts of his fans, family, and supporters really meant the world to Hadi. That's what he always was. The big persian wolf that loved to build his body about to give the smile of a lifetime with a strong thumbs up

“Do you think they put something in the coffee…?”

Kings of the World: Caribbean Waves

Kai knew he was far above the rest. Born into money and power, he got everything he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. Women, cars, planes, food... all at the drop of a dime. He dressed in designer suits, which he constantly bragged about the price of. He wanted the whole world to bow to him, and worship the very ground he walked on.

This leads to Kai's 22nd birthday party, taking place in the Bahamas. He had invited five of his wealthiest friends, the only people he deemed worthy of associating with. They had spent the entire month on Kai's father's dime with women, watersports, booze, and dice, all leading up to one final drinking night on Kai's actual day of birth aboard his luxury yacht, moored to a private island. The party was too much: strippers dotted the decks, fireworks went off every half hour, loud music floated about, and poker chips poured like honey. Kai himself sat at the head table with his five rich friends.

"Here's to one more year of life!" Kai cheered, his voice slurring.

"Hear, hear!" His friends replied, and they all chugged down their liquor like it was water.

"Alright, guys, I've got the next round coming!" Kai shouted, as he dashed back to the bar... only something was amiss.

The scantily-dressed barwoman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an absolute giant of an irishman stood behind the bar, dancing to the beat of the music. He wore no shirt, just a bowtie with a nametag reading "Dom," and short shorts, accentuating his enormous muscles. An easy smile sat on his face, accented by the enormous emerald earring in his right ear. Just by being in the room with the man, Kai felt a need to compete with him.

"Where's Chrissy?" Kai asked, a simmer of anger in his voice.

"Ach, she was feeling a tad ill, so she came to fetch me." The bartender replied in a soothing Irish accent. "Watcha looking for tonight?"

"Something powerful and special." Kai said. "You'd know a thing or two about that."

The bartender's smile twitched. "I think I got just the thing for a birthday boy like you. Little something from back home, you aught to enjoy it."

The bartender turned around, and started pouring a variety of liquors into a shaker, then dancing to mix it all up. Kai couldn't stop looking at his ass: while Kai was incredibly straight, he could easily tell that this man had a great, bouncy bubble butt. His pecs too were incredible, the girls should be all over him-- why weren't they?

The bartender brought the shaker right up to his enormous left pec, opened it up, and dumped something in it that Kai couldn't see. He then presented the drink into a tall tankard. It was a sparkling emerald green, unlike any drink Kai had seen before.

"What is this shit?" Kai groaned.

"Special recipe of mine. You'll learn to make it yourself, someday."

"As if. People make my drinks, not the other way around."

Kai took a big swing of the emerald drink, chugging it all in one go. Instantly, he could feel his insides bubbling.

"Did you poison me?!" Kai screamed, but was inaudible over the clamor of the party.

"Nope." The bartender said. "Enjoy." And with that, he vanished.

Kai ran to the restroom as his muscles began burning and pulsing with new strength. He could barely make it to the bathroom before he began to shake, shiver, moan, and grow.

As Kai grew, a single thought entered his head.

My behavior is not suited for a King.

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Kai's friends were starting to wonder where their leader had gone, when suddenly, a single text appeared on their phones.

Kai: Everyone, come down to the island. There's someone you need to meet.

The group stumbled to the beach, where a single man awaited them, carrying four drinks with him. He was enormous, seven feet tall, and was a stunning example of peak masculinity. He was clearly from the islands around here: his beautiful, dark skin reflected the setting sun perfectly, while saltwater trickled through his tight curls, mustache, and goatee. His gigantic, bouncy, fuckable pecs sat atop a tight muscle gut, indented with the turtle-shell pattern of abs. His biceps outsized his head, and were crisscrossed with a pattern of veins showing his strength. His legs would have been incredibly oversized on any other man, but on him, they were glorious, perfect cylinders striated with pure strength, able to cut through water with ease. His ass was a perfect breeding site for any cock able to work its way past his thick muscle cheeks. An inviting aroma of saltwater and musk wafted from him, beckoning the boys over. It assaulted their nostrils, the scent unimpeded by clothes, for this beach hunk wore only a speedo and a necklace of purest silver. It smelled divine, and although these boys were straight before, this musk was worth far more than any feeble heterosexuality. They almost climbed over each other to get closer to the man.

"Now, now," The beach hunk said. "We can take me in some other time; I'm not the important one here. What is important, is you."

"What do you mean?" One of the rich boys asked. "You're perfect!"

"And you can be too." The beach hunk replied. "You boys want a drink?"

"Yes?" Another rich boy said.

"I made them myself," The beach hunk said, gesturing to the drinks in his hands. They gleamed a pure silver, like liquid mercury.

"From this big boy down here." He continued, patting the massive cock straining to break free of his speedo.

By this point, every single boy had a raging-hard on. They needed to know what this man tasted like. They dashed over to the beach hunk, and each grabbed a glass from the man's enormous hands, and drank the whole thing in one gulp each.

Instantly, their bodies expanded. Their thighs grew from twigs to tree trunks, laced with power. Their arms mirrored their King's, bursting with strength the size of coconuts. Their abs, one by one, popped into existence, forming tight eight-packs on all of their cores.

Soon, one boy started noticing how hot his neighbor was getting. While the beach hunk was a true being of masculinity, his friend was definitely becoming capable of rivaling him. He reached over to his friend's chest, and touched his nipple--

And suddenly, his friend's chest ballooned past almost every letter of the alphabet with mass, growing larger and darker and more sensitive, until his pecs were just as bouncy and voluptuous as his King's.

"B-bro..." He moaned. "I... I need you to touch them..."

His fellow transformee showed no slowness as he latched his rapidly-expanding hands onto his friend's enormous muscle tits, pawing and kneading the muscle and nipple. His friend moaned with pleasure. How could his chest feel so good?

The other two had noticed what their friends were doing, and immediately joined in. One began worshipping another's ass, while the final one began giving his friend a blowjob. Soon, their asses and dicks had all expanded into pillars and beautiful mounds of dark flesh, sensitive and plush, perfect for kneading. The friends grew closer and closer together, their hair darkening and tightening as they went, until they had all become a massive literal clusterfuck. Each man was sucking a nipple, taking a dick, fucking an ass, all in the most intense pleasure any of them had ever felt in their life.

Though, eventually, it was all too much. They felt their load coming right from their new enormous bull balls... and they just couldn't hold it any longer. In a burst of cum, they all released each other, panting on the sand in their beautiful new forms.

King Kai knew his new boys would make great citizens of his kingdom, but there was still much work to be done. He would go about this subtly, with his own line of drinks laced with kingly fluid. Soon, the islands would be peaceful, and everyone would live freely and without strife.

ReBuild Your Current Boyfriend.

That's what the link said. I was intrigued, so i clicked it. An older style screen appeared.

INSTRUCTIONS:

Upload current picture of boyfriend.

Fill out the questionnaire

How Tall would you like: 6'2"

What kind of physique do you want: bodybuilder

How old do you want: 25

What's his orientation: Gay

What's his ethnic heritage: Chilean

What does he do for work: Trust Fund

What does he like to do in his spare time: Reading/Working out/cooking

New boyfriend well be generated based on your feedback. Enjoy!

my chest is really coming in

For Christmas I got my guy a month's supply of that new XXXLMuscle Supplement. I couldn't wait to give it to him so we started on December 1st. Only 10 days in and we are loving the growth, he's about twice his original size. Can't wait to see how big he is by Christmas Day

(Shhh don't tell him, but I got him another month's supply so we can start the new year with a lot of GROWTH)