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September 2024 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2024-10-06 22:03:45 +0000 UTCSorry so late. Been hectic.
1) Beware of Leakage (XWG/Hairy/Slob/Mass Growth)
‘Your shipment from M.A.S.S. Inc was successfully delivered’
The message notification had haunted Mark throughout the three days he was stuck at home from college. The student had been hoping to get the Bear Bulk Spray before he had to go back home for the family reunion, or at least afterwards, instead Mark groaned when he got the message that he had just missed the arrival. His only solace was that his frat brothers had accepted the parcel before leaving it on the kitchen table.
The photo that his friend Clyde sent him was a relief, seeing the box resting atop the surface with the slim friend smiling in the selfie he took. Though Mark found the more he looked at the photo, the more he got concerned, noticing an odd discoloured patch on the cardboard. The anxiety added more and more when every time he tried to contact his friends the messages were at best vague or just left on read.
Mark’s fears were confirmed when he came to the frat house, opening up the front door and just barely noticing the cracks along the frame, before he was smacked in the face with a dense stench of musk. Letting out a curse as he coughed at the overpowering odour, Mark made his way towards the main room. His fogged mind trying to figure out why the usually clean most, at least compared to most frats, smelled like a locker room that hadn’t been cleaned for a month. The brief thought of a prank on the frat was thrown out once Mark came up to the main living room, the furniture crushed under the immense hairy men that now populated the room.
“Mark! You’re back,” One of the huge men called out, his voice rumbling out with a low base that Mark swore he felt his organs shift from the deep tone. Mark instead found himself holding onto one of the cracked doorways when the room began to shake as the large man stood up from the crushed couch he had been sitting on. Each heavy step the massive semi giant took shook the house along with the massive men’s fat bodies, each wobbling fat roll pulling Mark’s gaze as the large bear came up to the small student.
Looking up, Mark could recognise the impossible huge man as his friend Clyde, yet in the weekend Mark had been gone Clyde had gone from being a solid six foot to clearly a towering nine and a half. Clyde’s usually lean frame was now buried under what was easily eight hundred pounds of muscle and fat, his hairy pale skin exposed, showing off the bulging biceps and pecs that looked like they could crush a watermelon with a single flex, Clyde’s wobbling gut bouncing with every house shaking step the colossal freshman took. The once slim face was obscured by thick black hair, a dense beard that would make even the most seasoned lumberjack envious spilling down and mixing with the behemoth's forest of chest hair.
The burly mountain of muscle and flesh that was Clyde made it to Mark before wrapping him in a crushing hug, the thick stench of sweat and musk from his friend’s body nearly made Mark faint as he got a faceful. The enlarged frat brother’s breath was hot and heavy, practically steaming in the air. The fabric of Mark’s shirt soaking in the practical permanent sweat coming off Clyde. The air was thick with the smell, the scent that had to be the M.A.S.S. Inc’s Bear Bulk Spray having saturated everything, leaving an aromatic haze that clung to every surface, a constant reminder of the unbelievable transformation that had occurred in this house. Pulling his face from his enlarged friend's body, trying not to think how far his hands sunk into Clyde's fat, Mark looked at the bearded face of his friend.
“Clyde, what the Fuck happened?” Mark managed to squeak out. Clyde's friendly grin grew wider, his teeth looking like they could easily crack walnuts before carrying the small friend further into the musky room. Mark was unable to move, both by Clyde’s solid strength and by his friend’s heavy steps, before the bear sat him down onto one of the few remaining chairs. The wooden legs having already been bent under the weight of one of the other frat brothers with the crushed cushions soaked in the stale sweat. Mark tried not to think to hard on how the fabric felt under his touch.
“Well, buddy, it was like the best weekend ever!” Clyde boomed with enthusiasm, his rumbling voice shaking Mark, his cock twitching at the manly base. “It's like we all went to bed as boys and woke up as men! You really missed out as we just kept growing. And Growing,” Each word from Clyde’s mouth sent a puff of warm breath into Mark’s face, the hairy frat brother’s enthusiasm palpable even through his thick manly exterior. The once skinny student raising his arms and flexing, bouncing his pecs as he knew Mark couldn’t take his eyes off it. “We figured it must have been that stuff you ordered. But it was just so good outgrowing clothes and stuff.”
“You opened my mail?” Mark exclaimed, despite how aroused he was he couldn’t stand the thought his friends went through his mail.
"Course not man. No one's that cruel," Clyde said, holding up his thick palms to appease the smaller Mark. At least succeeding a bit with Mark couldn't help but think of the huge hands that could easily cover the smaller man's face. "We figured it was that stuff since the stuff was leaking out. Course, we didn't stop breathing it in and growing huger.”
Before Mark could question it, he was lifted up by his massive friend, holding on to the dense body hair as they went further into the house. Reaching the kitchen, Mark blushed when he took in what he saw.
The kitchen was a mess, bottles of protein powder and canned food littered the cracked counters, a few had even been broken down by the larger than life frat brothers. The once gleaming white fridge was now a dull grey with handprint sized dents from where the huge men gripped to open it for their feasts. Seated on the kitchen table was the parcel, a discoloured patch on the wood from the spray had formed around the base. The cardboard was warped and stained, the spray had eaten through it in places leaving the M.A.S.S. Inc logo to be barely recognizable.
Mark knew from how the sagged box looked dry, that there was no more of his spray, and that he wasn’t going to join his brothers in growth.
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2) Costume Mix Up (Growth/Manly/Muscle/Weight Gain/Mini-Macro)
Robby expected his night to end calmly as he was closing up the store, having only sold three costumes to some guys heading to a party. Yet, looking over at the three huge men before him, the young man realised he might have fucked up as he recongnised the costumes. They were from the new M.A.S.S. Inc brand, their expansive effects clear as day.
Which was bad, since the costumes he sold today were meant to be normal.
"Okay... there seems to have been a mix up..." Robby said with a slight shaking voice, looking at the gigantic men that stared down at him.
“No Shit!” The glaring guy who had taken the pirate costume had muscles that bulged out, twitching as he stretched out the pre-torn jacket and pants. Hisexposed belly swollen out into a solid sphere,, almost certainly a drum with how tight it looked.
“Craig calm down, you don’t need to yell.” The offbrands superhero said, the once twig like guy having muscles that would have made the Hulk look puny. The shiny fabric stretched as the man brought a huge arm up to scratch the back of his head, the swollen bicep bulging out further as it rubbed against his handsome face.
“Ty, look at us! I look like I should audition for a pirate film, you look like a comic con wet dream. And Dylan there looks manlier than his dad and uncles combined,” Craig exclaimed, gesturing first to himself and Ty before pointing over to their remaining friend. The "Viking" seemed to blush as he tried to hide his body. Made hard with the once plastic armour looking more like proper metal and leather, stretched tight over the mounds of muscles and fat that made it clear the huge ginger haired giant could easily toss a car. “It’s bad enough we got kicked out for looking ‘too old’ but now we can’t drive back home cause we’re too big, and you guys don’t want to leap around.”
“If I can say?” Robby began to say, deciding to risk trying to calm the huge men before they fight, more than certain they could level a few blocks. “M.A.S.S. Inc has a service that could help.”
“The said their closed till next week,” Dylan said, his voice a rumbling deep that blew his friend’s louder tones out of the water.
“Ah,” Robby didn’t really know what to say there.
“So, since you screwed us. Maybe you could… help us,” Craig said as he stepped closer to Robby, his bulging crouch right at Robby’s face as the heavy scent of musk came off the large man.
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3) Ant-Man’s Muscle Mix Mix Up (Ant-Man/Micro/XWG/Blob/Failed Weight loss)
“Scott… is that you?”
Clint blinked as he took in what he saw. He expected quite a few things when he came to Lang’s apartment. The titular Ant-Man said he’d be doing some exercises at home after Tony made some snide comments to the size shifter’s apparent dad-bod. After a day of radio silence, Clint went to check in. Instead of seeing Scott passed out from working out, or having messed with the pym particles to lose fat, Clint was instead greeted to the sight of emptied out protein shake containers, and a blob resting on the creaking table.
Looking over the red toned blob, easily the size of a large doll house, Clint brought a hand over to the wobbling mass, feeling the heat coming off the fatty blob.
“Clint…” The blob, Scott, said. His fat voice deep as the mass shook. “I think that… shake was… bad… URRRRRPPPP!”
“Jesus,” Clint backed up, fanning his hand as the hot belch erupted out of the mini blob. Clint tried to piece what part of Scott was on the blob. Recognising the huge fat spheres that was Scott’s fat ass, taking up more than half of the table with the other half taken up by the enormous bean bag that was Scott’s wobbling belly. “You said you were gonna lose weight. How did shrink down turn you into… this?”
“I had the shake… then i ran around… the room,” Scott panted out, his slow words shaking his fat blobby body. “Then I… got so hungry… and ate and… ate and… this…”
“Well… maybe if we tried to grow you out and spread the fat?” Clint suggested, reaching into the fat blob rolls to find the manual control.
“Clint, wai-” Scott began to say, only to stop and let out a deep moan as he began to grow out. Swelling more and more, forcing Clint to step back in shock as though Scott grew taller, his fat wasn’t being distributed. He was actually getting fatter.
Clint could only hope he didn’t click the 100 foot setting as he rushed out the apartment, hearing the slamming crack of Scott breaking his table and keep growing.
