Brandon Twice
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Warlock Supplements
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 20:24:14 +0000 UTC[muscle growth, animal TF]
[In a tribute to "The Witches" (and Begeezes' amazing DA work), two bodybuilders take a supplement that turn them into tiny mice.]
Brandon and Travis Stearns were the epitome of muscle-bound arrogance. Both 25 years old, the brothers were barely 5’6” but packed to the brim with bulging, veiny muscle. Brandon, the blond one, had an obnoxious streak, always cracking jokes and making crude remarks, while Travis, the brunette, was a bit quieter, but just as cocky. They were the ultimate “bro” duo, constantly flexing and speaking in macho jargon about gains, pumps, and swole life.
Warlock Supplements had hired them as brand ambassadors, and the two brothers were thrilled. Free supplements AND exposure? Their bodybuilding careers were about to take off!
As they arrived at the sleek black building, both dressed in tight gym clothes, Brandon punched Travis’s shoulder with a grin. “Bro, you think we’re gonna be doin’ some epic lift for this debut? I bet they want us to bench like 405 for the camera. Gonna blow their minds.”
Travis laughed, flexing his biceps casually. “Bet they want us to pop a couple front double-biceps too. Show off these bad boys.”
The lobby of Warlock Supplements was eerily empty, and as the glass doors slid shut behind them, a tall, lanky figure emerged from a nearby doorway. His sharp, angular face contrasted with his spindly frame, and his dark eyes gleamed as if he were sizing the brothers up. His hair was slicked back unnaturally, and he moved with an unsettling grace.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” the man said in a soft, almost slippery voice. “My name is Rowan. I’ll be guiding you today.”
Brandon looked him up and down, snickering quietly. “Hey man, where’s the rest of the crew? Thought we’d be, uh, hitting the weights for some promotional stuff, ya know?”
Rowan’s thin lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not quite, my dear muscle-bound friends. You’re in for something far more… grand.”
Travis tilted his head, confused but still flexing his pecs under his hoodie. “Yeah, uh, we’re ready to flex for the camera. Maybe do a commercial shoot or something?”
Rowan gestured for them to follow, his long fingers sweeping through the air dramatically. “All in good time. First, we’ll get you suited up. You must wear the official Warlock Supplements attire.”
The brothers exchanged puzzled glances, but shrugged it off, following Rowan down a narrow hallway lined with strange artwork—mostly images of mythical creatures and swirling, dark magic. They reached a small room where two tank-tops and matching shorts were laid out. The tank-tops bore the Warlock Supplements logo, with the tagline "Unleash Your Power" scrawled across the chest in jagged, black letters.
“These are for you,” Rowan said, his smile now even wider. “They’ll fit perfectly. Try them on.”
Brandon picked up the tank top, inspecting it before slipping it on. It clung tightly to his body, highlighting his wide shoulders and carved pecs. “Bro, check me out,” he said to Travis, flexing a monstrous bicep. “I look like a freakin' beast.”
Travis chuckled as he pulled on his own set. “Hell yeah, bro. We’re about to blow their minds.”
Rowan led them through another door, this time into a large backstage area. The hum of conversation could be heard through a thick velvet curtain, and the brothers exchanged confused glances.
“Uh, what’s going on?” Travis asked, shifting his weight awkwardly. “Is this, like, some kinda event?”
Rowan nodded. “Indeed. Our most esteemed investors have gathered for a very special presentation. And you two… are the stars of the show.”
Brandon grinned, puffing up his chest and bouncing his pecs in the mirror. “Oh, hell yeah, bro! They’re here to see us. Bet they wanna see some epic poses.”
Before they could ask more questions, the curtain parted slightly, revealing a large theater filled with over a hundred old men, all dressed in expensive suits. The audience was unusually still, their eyes gleaming with something that felt… off. The air was thick with anticipation.
Travis blinked, stepping back slightly. “Uh, dude… what’s with all the old guys?”
Rowan placed a hand on each of their broad shoulders. “They’re here for the debut of our new product. And you two are here to… demonstrate.”
“Demonstrate?” Brandon asked, his usual bravado faltering for a moment.
Rowan leaned in, his voice a whisper that dripped with something dark and sinister. “Yes. The new supplement is unlike anything we’ve ever released. Excuse me a moment.” Rowan marched out the door they’d walked in, leaving the two of them alone there.
Brandon and Travis stood backstage, still trying to shake off the unsettling feeling Rowan had left them with, when the door creaked open, and in walked the biggest man they had ever seen.
Towering over them both was a hulking mass of muscle and beard, a man so absurdly large that even their own well-earned physiques seemed inadequate by comparison. He had dark, wavy hair and a thick beard that matched the mountain of muscle beneath it. His tank-top looked like it was struggling to contain his colossal chest, and his arms, easily as big around as their legs, flexed casually as he crossed them over his chest.
"Yo, what’s up. I’m Brick," the massive man said with a wide grin. “You two guys here for the same reason I am?” He bounced his pecs. Each of the brothers’ eyes went wide.
"Brick?" Travis muttered under his breath. "More like a freakin' brick wall."
Brick’s eyes drifted over the brothers, his face unreadable at first. Then, he let out a low scoff. "YOU GUYS are the other 'ambassadors'?” His voice was deep and slow, just like his demeanor. "Huh. Thought you'd be bigger."
Brandon’s cocky smile faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, puffing up his chest. "Hey, bro, we’re huge. Ain’t nobody gonna outlift us today."
Travis, who was usually the quieter of the two, couldn’t help but stare at Brick’s ridiculous size. "Dude... how’d you get so big?"
Brick glanced at him, clearly unimpressed. "Doin’ what you should be doin'. Eatin’ more. Liftin’ heavier. That’s all it takes, if you’ve got what I’ve got."
The comment stung more than Travis would have liked to admit. As much as he wanted to fire back with something snarky, he couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that was creeping in. Standing next to this mammoth, he suddenly felt like a kid at his first day in the gym. Brandon, meanwhile, was trying to maintain his bravado but seemed equally intimidated.
Before either brother could respond, Rowan returned to them, clapping his hands together. "Perfect, perfect! Now that the three of you are here, it’s time to get this show on the road."
The trio was led to the stage. They could hear the murmur of the crowd, and the energy was palpable. Brandon leaned over to Travis, whispering, "Yo, what’s up with this crowd? Don’t look like no athletes out there."
Travis shrugged, though he felt uneasy. "Probably investors or some rich old dudes, bro. We're the ones they wanna see."
The curtain rose, and the applause was instantaneous, thundering from the hundred or so well-dressed men seated in the audience. Brandon and Travis blinked under the stage lights, trying to process the intensity of the applause. Brick stood between them, as massive as ever, and the crowd seemed especially excited at the sight of him.
Rowan stepped forward, gesturing grandly to the three men. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce our three incredible specimens! Behold Brandon and Travis Stearns—brothers whose dedication to muscle and strength is unparalleled. And, of course, Brick—our absolute juggernaut of power!”
The applause grew louder, and Brandon couldn’t help but flex. Travis followed suit, though his eyes kept darting toward Brick, who stood still, arms crossed, smirking down at them.
“Today, you’re here to witness the debut of our latest supplement. A formula unlike anything before it,” Rowan continued, his voice dripping with excitement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of glowing green liquid. “This, my friends, is Warlock Supplements’ new Formula 120.”
Brandon nudged Travis. "Bro, this is it. They’re gonna give us the secret to gettin’ huge.”
Rowan unscrewed the vial and carefully dropped a single glowing drop into three protein shakes. The eerie glow swirled in the cups as he handed them to the bodybuilders. “One drop is all it takes.”
Brick grabbed his drink without hesitation, downing it in a single gulp. The brothers exchanged a quick glance before following suit. The liquid was cold and thick, sliding down their throats like molten syrup. For a moment, nothing seemed different, but they trusted the process.
As they finished the drinks, more men wheeled out weightlifting equipment onto the stage—benches, barbells, dumbbells. Brandon raised an eyebrow. “Wait… we’re just gonna work out on stage?”
Rowan smiled. “That’s right. Show them what the Formula can do.”
Brick was already moving, grabbing the nearest barbell and loading it with an impressive amount of weight. With an effortless grunt, he lifted it overhead, his massive muscles bulging as he pressed the weight with ease. The audience erupted into applause, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Not wanting to be outdone, Brandon and Travis joined in, each grabbing weights and getting to work. Brandon benched an impressive load, his muscles swelling with every rep. Travis curled heavy dumbbells, focusing on getting a good pump. But as they worked out, something began to change.
At first, it was subtle—a warmth spreading through their bodies, a tingling sensation in their muscles. But then, as their hearts pumped harder, they both felt a sudden surge of power. Their muscles, already pumped from the lifting, seemed to swell even more. They looked at each other, eyes wide, realizing the same thing.
“Bro… you feelin’ this?” Brandon muttered between reps, his biceps looking freakishly big.
Travis nodded, his chest swelling with each breath. “Dude, I feel like I’m gettin’ bigger.”
Indeed, as they continued to lift, their bodies seemed to grow. The veins on their arms and legs bulged even more, and their tank-tops felt tighter by the second. But it wasn’t just them. Brick, who was already monstrous, was expanding even further, his muscles swelling out in all directions. He grunted with pleasure as his massive arms and chest seemed to inflate before their eyes.
The audience was on their feet now, clapping and cheering as the three bodybuilders grew larger by the second. Rowan’s voice cut through the noise, narrating the transformation with gleeful precision. “You see, gentlemen, this is the power of Formula 120. A supplement that not only amplifies your strength but your very essence. Look at them grow! Witness the perfection of muscle!”
Brandon and Travis were too caught up in the moment to think about what was happening. They were growing, bigger than ever, their bodies surpassing their wildest dreams. They flexed for the audience, their muscles rippling as they soaked in the applause. Brick, now a behemoth, continued to lift, his body bulging to inhuman proportions.
The brothers couldn’t stop. They were consumed by the thrill of getting bigger, of feeling stronger, as the audience cheered them on. But deep down, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.
As Rowan's voice echoed through the theater, the brothers’ eyes widened in disbelief at his words.
"Brick was given the stronger formula, one designed to act more quickly," Rowan announced, smiling at the audience. The audience roared in approval as Brick, still flexing like a man possessed, lumbered across the stage. His footfalls were so heavy that the stage seemed to quake beneath him, each step reverberating through the floorboards.
Brandon clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “Bro, we shoulda gotten that stuff,” he muttered bitterly to Travis, his gaze locked on the massive, almost grotesquely muscled figure of Brick. Travis, his jaw tight with frustration, gave a quick nod. "No kidding. Dude’s already a freakin' tank. Why does he need ‘the strong stuff’?"
Brick, completely lost in his own world, grinned wildly as he struck a most muscular pose, his enormous muscles seeming to swell even further. His massive pecs bulged out like two barrels, and his thick veins crisscrossed his biceps and forearms. The applause of the audience only fueled his vanity, and he began to pose even harder, as though he were sculpting himself into some monstrous version of perfection.
Rowan started counting down ominously. “Ten… nine… eight…”
Brick, too obsessed with his newfound size, kept flexing, his eyes wide with pleasure at how incredibly massive he had become. He didn’t notice the subtle changes creeping across his body.
“…seven… six… five…”
The brothers watched in awe and growing resentment, feeling like they were being shoved into the background. The audience’s attention was solely on Brick, and despite their impressive physiques, they felt utterly small compared to him now.
“…four… three… two…”
Brick suddenly froze mid-flex, his eyes going wide. A thunderous belch erupted from his mouth, louder than anything they’d expected. He doubled over, clutching his stomach as if something inside him had twisted violently. The audience gasped in surprise, the cheering turning into murmurs of confusion.
A thick plume of green smoke began billowing out of Brick’s mouth. He tried to clamp his lips shut, but the smoke kept pouring out, seeping through his nose and even puffing through his clenched teeth. His massive arms twitched as he reached for his mouth, but his biceps were so bloated that they couldn’t even reach his face.
Brandon blinked. “What the hell’s happenin’ to him?”
Travis stared, slack-jawed. “I don’t know, bro, but it’s… it’s weird.”
Brick’s ears twitched unnaturally. Slowly, they began to grow, ballooning out of his head. His large, rounded ears expanded until they resembled the large, cartoonish ears of a mouse. Brick’s hands, still grasping at his face, shook uncontrollably as he felt the strange new appendages. Panic began to set in.
“What’s… what’s happenin’ to me!?” Brick’s voice was hoarse and shaky, his usually deep baritone cracking with fear.
He twitched violently again, his whole body convulsing as a long, thin tail burst out from his tailbone. It lashed wildly behind him, flapping and whipping the air as though it had a mind of its own. Brick stumbled, his massive form wobbling from side to side as he clutched at the wriggling tail, his powerful fingers closing around it in shock.
Fur started to sprout across his ripped abdomen, a coarse, grey coat that covered his once-shredded six-pack. His rock-hard stomach, once a testament to his godlike physique, began to soften and bloat. His abs disappeared beneath a layer of sagging flab that jiggled awkwardly as he tried to stand up straight. The fur spread rapidly across his skin, covering his now-distorted body in a thick, grey pelt.
The brothers stood frozen in disbelief as they watched Brick’s transformation unfold before their eyes.
"Bro, he's... he's turning into a freakin' mouse," Brandon whispered, his voice a mixture of shock and disgust.
Brick’s face started to elongate, his nose and mouth stretching forward into a pronounced snout. His lips trembled as whiskers sprouted from his cheeks, twitching involuntarily as he let out a panicked squeak. His once-mighty arms, swollen with muscle, began to shrink as the fur overtook them. His deltoids sagged, and his biceps, though still large, now looked out of place next to his round, flabby gut.
His feet twisted and cracked, bones reshaping themselves into clawed paws. His toes fused and sharpened into small, mouse-like claws, scraping the stage floor as he stumbled backward, his massive size dwindling more and more with every passing second.
Brick's body, once a monument to human strength, was now rapidly shrinking. His thick arms and legs deflated, leaving behind soft, chubby flesh covered in grey fur. His once-mighty back, sculpted with thick slabs of muscle, softened into rolls of fat as the fur spread up his neck and over his bulging traps.
The audience erupted into gleeful applause, cheering and laughing as Brick continued to shrink before their eyes. His transformation had become a spectacle, a horrifying yet mesmerizing display of the power of the formula. Rowan’s voice was filled with glee as he narrated Brick’s changes, describing his muscle loss and the strange new proportions of his mouse-like body.
“Behold!” he said proudly as the audience cheered. “The TRUE power of Formula 120–to eliminate the scourge of these overgrown narcissists once and for all!”
Brick stumbled forward, grabbing at his shorts, which were now far too large to stay up. His thick thighs had shrunk so dramatically that the waistband of the shorts slid down his legs, leaving him standing in just his fur-covered skin. As he approached Brandon and Travis, he looked up at them, his eyes wide with panic.
He was barely waist-high to them now.
"Help me! I—" Brick opened his mouth, but instead of words, a high-pitched mouse squeak escaped his lips.
The brothers stared down at him in horror as Brick continued to dwindle, his body warping further into that of a giant, chubby mouse. His thick chest fur spread down his arms, which had now shrunk to the size of a child’s. His massive thighs were now pudgy, mouse-like limbs, and his belly had grown round and soft, covered in grey fur. His face, now entirely that of a mouse, twitched as he looked up at the brothers with pleading, beady eyes.
Brick let out another squeak as he shrank even further, his once-massive form now reduced to the size of a small mouse. His oversized shorts collapsed around him, leaving him naked and trembling on the stage floor. He wriggled out from under the heap of fabric, scurrying around in a panic, his long tail whipping behind him as he tried to make sense of his new body.
The audience was in an uproar, laughing and clapping as they watched the once-gigantic bodybuilder scramble around like a frightened rodent. Brick, now fully transformed into a mouse, squeaked frantically, his chubby mouse body wobbling as he darted in every direction, searching for a way out. His tiny claws scratched at the floor, but his once-godlike strength was now utterly gone. He was nothing more than a four-inch-long mouse, the rest of the world towering over him.
Rowan, with a wicked grin on his face, pulled on a pair of gloves and began stalking after the little creature. Brick screeched and tried to dart away, but Rowan moved swiftly, plucking him up by the tail with ease. The tiny mouse kicked and squeaked helplessly as Rowan held him up for the audience to see, his thick body wriggling in midair.
"Brick, ladies and gentlemen," Rowan said with a chuckle, as an employee approached with a small cage. Rowan casually dropped the struggling mouse inside, closing the door with a click.
The brothers stood in stunned silence, staring at the tiny, squeaking mouse that had once been a hulking monster of a man.
Then, without warning, Travis clutched his stomach, letting out a loud belch. Brandon groaned, grabbing at his ears as they began to tingle.
"Bro... somethin’s happening to us!" Brandon gasped, as green smoke started to billow from their mouths.
Travis's front teeth suddenly jutted out from his mouth with an audible snap, transforming into thick, buck teeth that immediately felt alien in his mouth. He touched his face in horror, his fingers brushing against the elongating skin of his nose. His nostrils twitched wildly as the familiar scent of the stage was suddenly amplified a thousandfold.
"Bro… what’s happenin' to my face?" Travis gasped, his voice trembling as long whiskers sprouted on either side of his muzzle, twitching and moving as if they had a mind of their own.
Brandon’s hands clutched his lower back as an agonizing pressure built in his tailbone. With a sickening pop, a long, ropey mouse tail burst out, swishing wildly behind him. He doubled over, groaning as the transformation took hold.
The audience, utterly delighted by the brothers’ plight, burst into riotous laughter and applause, their cheers echoing through the theater. The brothers’ once-proud and muscular bodies were now warping into something grotesque—something small, furry, and rodent-like.
Brandon and Travis staggered to their feet, their bodies hunched over in shock as they stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Bro! You got ears!" Travis exclaimed, pointing at Brandon’s head, where two enormous, round mouse ears now twitched involuntarily.
"Me? Dude, you got freakin' buck teeth!" Brandon retorted, his voice filled with disbelief as he pointed at his brother’s growing snout.
Realization hit them both as they took stock of their bodies, feeling the fur spreading down their arms and chests. They were shrinking. Rapidly. But they didn't have time to process the changes. Rowan’s voice cackled behind them as he strode through Brick’s discarded clothing, kicking it aside casually as if it were nothing more than trash.
The brothers didn’t wait. They shot each other a desperate look and made a break for the door, their feet pounding against the floor as they bolted from the stage.
Rowan’s laughter echoed behind them. “Run all you like, little mice!”
The brothers were no longer the towering bodybuilders they once were. By the time they reached the theater doors, they were at least six inches shorter, their once-ripped torsos now sporting pudgy bellies covered in fur. Their tank tops hung awkwardly off their shrinking frames, almost slipping off completely as they charged through the men blocking the exits. With a combined burst of their remaining strength, they barreled through the guards, their shorts and shoes slipping off in the process, left abandoned on the floor as they stumbled into the hallway beyond.
Barely four feet tall now, their muscular bodies were a distorted mix of human and mouse features. Their ears were enormous and round, twitching as they tried to navigate the unfamiliar sensory overload. Their whiskers flicked nervously, brushing the air as their tails swished behind them, adding an extra layer of discomfort to their panic.
Panting, they sprinted down the hall, the massive tank tops hanging loosely on their increasingly misshapen forms. Travis looked down at his furry belly, which jiggled awkwardly as they ran. “Bro, we’re gettin’ smaller!”
“I know!” Brandon shouted, his voice high-pitched with fear. “But we gotta get outta here!”
The two finally burst through the exit door and stumbled out into an alley. Just as they were about to catch their breath, a scrawny alley cat, its eyes glowing in the shadows, hissed at them from the darkness.
The moment the brothers locked eyes with the cat, an overwhelming wave of primal fear took over. They knew they still had some muscle—they were still built, in a way—but the sight of the predator, even though it was small and scrappy, sent terror surging through their veins.
“Run!” Brandon squeaked, his voice cracking.
The brothers scrambled, their feet slipping and sliding beneath them as they bolted in the opposite direction. The cat wasn’t even chasing them, but the instinct to flee was too powerful to resist. They didn’t stop running until they spotted Brandon’s car parked nearby.
Brandon fumbled with the car door, pulling it open with shaky hands. “Get in!” he squeaked.
Travis, still trembling from the encounter with the cat, leaped inside. Brandon reached into the glove compartment and grabbed the spare keys. He jumped into the driver’s seat, but both of them were so small now that they could barely reach the pedals or see over the steering wheel.
Travis slid down into the footwell. “I’ll push the pedals. You steer.”
Brandon nodded, gripping the steering wheel with his now-tiny hands. His body had shrunk so much that even with his muscles, he struggled to get a grip. They managed to drive for a few blocks, but the situation quickly became worse. Travis’s legs weakened with every moment, his muscles seemingly deflating as his arms grew flabby. He strained to push the pedals.
“Bro… I can’t… I can’t press it anymore,” Travis squeaked, his voice now high-pitched and broken by mouse-like squeaks.
Brandon looked down in horror. His once-bulging biceps were now little more than furry, fat-covered limbs. “I can’t steer, bro… I’m too small!” he squeaked back, his hands barely able to grip the wheel.
The car came to a stop, and the two brothers, now barely larger than toddlers, tumbled out onto the pavement. They found themselves in front of a gym, its lights glowing warmly. Desperate for help, they made a break for the entrance.
But as they stumbled toward the door, their bodies shrank even further. By the time they reached the front door, they were no longer men at all. Their once-proud muscles had withered away entirely, replaced by pudgy, mouse-like bodies covered in fur. Their tank tops slipped off completely, left behind on the sidewalk as they squeaked helplessly.
Massively muscular bodybuilders emerged from the gym, stomping past them without a second glance. The two tiny mice—barely four inches long now—squeaked wildly, desperate for attention, but no one noticed. The bodybuilders’ heavy footsteps shook the ground around them, each step a reminder of the size and power they had lost.
Travis looked up at the men, his beady eyes filled with despair. He squeaked frantically, stung by envy as he watched the muscular men leave the gym, their massive physiques towering above the tiny creatures.
The brothers were overcome with jealousy as they watched the bodybuilders' huge, muscular bodies, wishing desperately that they could be strong men again. But all they could do was squeak, small and powerless, as the world of human strength passed them by.
“Who the fuck left this car here?” said one of the gym employees, a muscular man named Tyler. He sighed, shaking his head. “Fucking assholes.” He recoiled when he saw two squeaking mice at his feet, kicking at them until they scurried down the sidewalk, into the safety of a nearby storm drain. “And tanktops too?” he said. He picked up the sweaty garments and read them. “Warlock supplements? Never heard of them.”
Rowan suddenly appeared, a sly grin on his face. “Never heard of Warlock Supplements? That’s about to change, my friend. We’re looking for brand ambassadors and you fit the bill…”
