Upon perusing the ads for the store on line, the young fashion designer and model had realized that this mysterious shop had just opened in his neighborhood. The animated ad specifically caught his eye, featuring animations of a thin male growing muscular, a heavy-set woman becoming thin and busty, and a muscular male becoming portly and plus-sized under the name of the shop. “Bod Mods,” it said in dark purple writing.
Looking out the window of his expensive apartment, Tom realized that this “Bod Mods” shop had opened a location directly across the street from his apartment. Seeing as though it appeared to be open, he decided that he might as well go in and look to see if they can help him gain some muscle mass quickly in order to keep his bookings as a model. Sliding his bare size nine feet into his black slides and putting on purple sunglasses, Tom then turned to look at his appearance in the mirror. A light lavender shirt covering up his flat, unimpressive upper body and short light blue shorts reaching only about halfway down his thigh leaving nothing hidden as his thin legs were on display. Even the bulge inside his shorts was nothing special, in fact, something he’d always been self-conscious about. Figuring he was ready to face the day, he got in the elevator down to the first floor and walked out of the apartment building, outside.
Another sunny day in beautiful California as Tom walked across the street to the new Bod Mods store, entering into it. Upon entrance, he looked around and saw a bunch of odd knickknacks and collectibles in glass cases with greenery placed around the store to give it a more comfortable, lively feel as people Tom didn’t care enough about roam around the store, looking at the various items on the shelves. It all just looked like random items like rocks and junk to him, but hey, if it works, it’ll get the job done, and if it doesn’t work, he makes enough that whatever the price is wouldn’t make a dent in the bank to worry about it.
After browsing around the store, a young blonde guy that looks to be about the same age and build as Tom approached him from behind the counter he was looking into. “Welcome to Body Mods, your one stop shop to solving body dysmorphia, how can we help you?,” the blonde asked nicely to a curious Tom. “Yeah, I’m looking for something that’s gonna make me grow just a little bit bigger,” Tom said, interested and feeling a need to grow.
The blonde was quick with a reply “Well, sure! We can do that here. What kind of growth are you looking for? Height? Muscle? Fat? We can do all kinds of growth here.” Tom was very invested in what the blonde male was showing him. “I’d like something that can give me just a little bit of a muscular frame. Nothing drastic, just a bit more size and toning. Like a cyclist,” he said, looking at the other male. “I think I have something perfect just for you,” the blonde said, opening one of the glass shelves and pulling a box off one of the shelves. He opened the white box and showed Tom what rested inside. An orange rock with a carving that looked like a red flame inside of the rock attached to a chain. Closing the box back up, the blonde looked at Tom. “This is the Burn Stone necklace. When you wear it, it will increase the size of whatever you are looking to grow. Just think of what you’re looking to grow while wearing it and you will slowly swell larger. The changes will be permanent after you take it off, however, if you’re tired of your new appearance, you can always come back here and alter it again,” the blonde explained to an invested Tom.
Tom nodded excitedly and used his card to purchase the necklace. However, before he walked out the door, the blonde gave him a warning. “Be careful, Thomas. Prolong usage will eventually double the effect and could lead to bad side effects.”
Not thinking it weird that the cashier he’d never met before had known his name, he just waved goodbye and walked out, back to his apartment building holding the white box containing his new necklace. Catching a ride in the elevator back up to his floor, he unlocked the door to his apartment and entered, kicking the slides off his bare feet. He promptly walked to the full length mirror in his living room that rested next to his dress forms, sewing tables, and mannequins. Opening the box and placing it on the nearest sewing table, he took the necklace in his hand and looked at the skinny twink staring back at him standing in the mirror. His eyes and smirk showed a fire inside of him that needed him to grow. He quickly put the necklace on and started to concentrate on growing. This is the moment of truth.
Staring at his reflection in mirror, he was in awe as he watched his thighs start to expand with hard, firm muscle. The feeling was absolutely incredible, he could feel himself becoming stronger as the growth moves down his legs, his calves swelling to the size of baseballs. His feet grew a small amount across the hardwood floor of his apartment to support his increasing mass. His legs had grown enough that his baggy short shorts now looked much more form fitting as his glutes swole larger, stuffing them in the back. Tom’s hands reached up and touches his chest as little mounds began to form and somewhat expanded larger, starting to fill his shirt. With a small bounce of his new pecs, his shoulders broadened, widening with pure muscle. The growth moved down to his arms as his biceps increases in size, veins forming over the new peaks as his shirt sleeves became tight. His hands slightly increasing in size to be proportionate to his new arms. Even his neck thickened a bit as he grew in the mirror.
Looking at his new body in the mirror, he started to pose and flex. Little tears formed on his sleeves as he flexed his biceps. Not quite happy with their size, he focused on them, and they grew a bit more, increasing the size of the tears appearing in his sleeves. Lifting up the base of his shirt, he looked as his flat stomach tightened and his waist size decreased as hard abs began to appear under his new pecs until there were six slabs resting beneath them. Running his hand over them, he was in ecstasy feeling how hard and strong they were, tracing over the deep crevices they left between each other on his stomach. Stripping his shirt off, he admired the new twunk body staring back in the mirror, continuing to pose and flex for his own amusement. He was in ecstasy until he looked at his shorts again. With his new muscle mass, he looked and probably was much stronger, however he still felt inadequate in one particular place. His bulge, or lack thereof. In the sea of new tight muscles, his manhood looked comically flat.
Focusing in on it, he released a moan as he could see it gradually increase in size until his bulge was much more pronounced. He then went back to posing in the mirror for his enjoyment.
He was quite content, but he thought…
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author