A Cure for Twinks

This story came about because of a conversation I had with a patron named C. He called himself a "recovering twink," and I loved the thought of someone overcoming their smallness and turning into a giant muscle man. 

I hope you enjoy! 

“Thank you again for volunteering for the trial, Riley,” said Dr. Blake. “I think we’re on the brink of something big here, and you’re such a perfect test subject.”

Riley Peters looked over at the doctor – he was older, maybe around 50, with salt-and-pepper hair and the same color goatee. He had a medium-sized build and was dressed in a white button-down shirt, white lab coat, and black slacks. Blake looked like a doctor you might find at any medical clinic, but he was a very prominent immunologist who knew more about the human body than almost anyone else in the country.

Really? Me?” asked Riley.

“Most definitely,” replied Dr. Blake. “Given the general size and height of your parents and siblings, you’re relatively quite small and much thinner. That's exactly the type we've been looking for."

“And you really think it’s not good to be…well, someone like me?”

“Again, most definitely. Twinks – and pardon me if that is not a politically correct term – can very often be jeopardizing their overall health because they live in a state of suspended development. Whereas most folks continue to grow bigger, wider, and heavier even after puberty ends, gentlemen such as yourself who we believe are inflicted with twink-itis stay small and slim for decades. This might seem like an asset, but the delicateness created can often result in numerous injuries and long-term issues to your inner organs.”

“So it’s like a disease?” asked Riley. He had read all the information provided to him, but still didn’t quite understand.

“Well, it is a very long-lasting virus. Perhaps comparable to a case of the flu that just never goes away. It finds a hospitable host and does everything it can to keep you in this impoverished condition. The shot I’m going to give you today should rid you of the twink-itis and allow you to reach your full potential.”

“How big will it make me?” asked Riley. He was currently only about 5’5” tall and generally weighed from 120-125, which was much smaller than his brothers who were all at least 6 feet tall and weighed no less than 180. Additionally, Riley was 30 years old, but he was often mistaken for someone younger due to his fine blond hair and soft facial features.

“Everyone responds differently, but our theoretical models show you should end up around the same size as your brothers - although, I should add, people can respond differently. We need to get your measurements before we begin, so please disrobe,” said Dr. Blake, who grabbed a tape measure from his lab coat pocket.

Riley stripped down to reveal his frail, hairless physique. Dr. Blake had already recorded his height and weight, and so he measured the man’s arms (10 inches), chest (29 inches), waist (26 inches), and thighs (19 inches). He also noted that Riley’s penis was about 3 inches long when flaccid.

Today's test subject then took a seat on the exam table, and Dr. Blake pulled out a syringe filled with a yellow liquid. “Are you ready, Riley?”

“Yes,” the twink replied. He couldn’t believe he had been sick his whole adult life – “I don’t feel sick,” he kept telling himself – but this doctor seemed so confident that things would get better for him.

Dr. Blake injected the serum into Riley’s arm and disposed of the needle.

“Now what?” asked Riley.

“Just lean back,” said Dr. Blake. "It will start working right away to eliminate the virus in your system, and your body will respond with the changes it should have gone through if you had never been infected.”

“I think it’s starting. I feel warm, even with my clothes off,” said Riley, who looked like he was blushing all over.

“Your body will continue to heat up until you feel like you are taking a very hot shower. There will also be a little pain as your bones grow and rearrange and your skin elongates, but you shouldn’t be sorer than after a rigorous workout.”

Riley had never really worked out rigorously, since no amount of exercise had ever changed his body, but he just nodded as if he knew what the doctor meant.

The pain soon began down at Riley’s toes…it started with a tingling, and it slowly grew into a dull ache. Riley’s feet stretched and lengthened from a size 6 to a size 12, and then all the way up to size 16. His toes became longer and thicker, and his arches ascended higher. The little man couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his dainty feet expand into massive ski-like appendages.

“Holy shit, Dr. Blake! That’s freaky!” Riley said, and then covered his mouth as he was surprised that he swore – it was something he hardly ever did.

Dr. Blake put his hand on Riley’s shoulders to comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’m right here. This is perfectly normal,” he said.

But truthfully, the reaction was stronger than Dr. Blake had seen with the other test subjects – their feet had only grown a couple of sizes and nothing like Riley had experienced. “He must have been infected with a very serious case of twink-itis,” he thought.

The achy feeling then moved to Riley’s legs, where his calf, hamstring, and quad muscles stretched longer and longer and grew wider and wider. They went from the legs of a cross country runner to those of a baseball player....to a football player....and finally to a heavyweight wrestler in a matter of minutes. They were massive and powerful like cement towers, and ready to pump out hundreds of heavy squats and presses.

“I can’t for people to see these tree trunks,” Riley thought. His brain was suddenly craving information about exercises that would help his legs grow even more…and what shorts he should buy to really show them off. He hadn’t considered these concerns a few minutes earlier, but now he felt compelled to find the answers.

Beyond the pain he felt, Riley also noticed a pricking sensation in both his legs, as shafts of dark brown hair started to poke through the skin – it began near his ankles and moved upward. The hairs were fine at first, but thickened as they grew longer, and eventually became quite dense. Riley reached down to feel the hairs with his hands, marveling at how furry his lower half had become…how masculine it felt….how sexy it looked…and soon realized his penis had become hard.

“Ohhh, um, doc, is everything gonna get bigger?” asked Riley.

Dr. Blake smiled. “Yes, every inch of you should grow after the serum defeats your twink-it is.”

As Riley's cock rose up, it lengthened as well…5 inches….8 inches…11 inches….finally stopping at 14 inches hard and 8 inches around, and it was surrounded by a garden of thick, dark public hair that sprouted up. Riley was impressed and began to rub the shaft up and down, and then spent some time fondling its fat mushroom head. 

“It’s bigger than any guy I’ve ever seen,” he thought as pre-cum leaked all over his hands.

Riley’s balls also inflated as he explored his groin. At first no bigger than a pair of blueberries, they swelled up as he rubbed them…going from grapes to golf balls and then as big as his fists. “Jesus!” Riley thought as he cupped their heft. “They must have more cum in them now than I have shot out my entire life.”

On the back side, Riley’s gluteus muscles began to both enlarge and harden into the form of a jock’s bubble butt, and though he was tempted to just play with his front, he wanted to get a feel of his new ass as well. Riley stood up on his new legs, and after realizing he had already grown taller than Dr. Blake’s height of 6 feet, reached around to grope his thick, strong ass. 

“Fuck me, that feels good,” he said with a smile to Dr. Blake. Any embarrassment he had felt swearing in front of the doctor a few minutes earlier had disappeared.

“You ever see an ass this nice before, Doc? I mean, look at those fuckin' cheeks...as big and as hard as melons.”

Dr. Blake returned the smile and shook his head.

The achy feeling continued in Riley’s stomach, which started to reshape into a rock-hard 8-pack with crisply defined ab muscles. Riley pictured himself doing all different kinds of sit-ups and leg lifts, sometimes with huge weight plates, to make sure he had the very best midsection in the gym. Above his stomach, his chest started to inflate, transforming the flat surface into a bulging pair of powerful pecs capped with silver dollar-sized nipples. Riley’s hands immediately went to his new muscle tits, which he caressed for a good 30 seconds, and then began to bounce up and down.

“Fuckin’ A’,” he said. “My chest is perfect. I bet I could bench 600 pounds.”

Before he could continue, the prickling sensation he had felt on his legs began to spread across his chest and stomach, and soon shafts of dark brown hairs coated his new muscles. 

“I’m definitely going to be a very furry musclegod when the changes are complete,” he thought.

More hair spread across his arms, as they also began to change. Riley’s fingers grew longer, his hands became bigger and more calloused, and his arms swelled with thick, corded muscle. He so desperately wanted to get into a gym and do some curls with super heavy dumbbells and making all the other guys jealous with his incredible strength. 

"I just wanna show those fuckers who the Alpha Male really is," Riley thought as he pictured flexing his guns on front of a bunch of other lifters and laughing at how tiny their arms were in comparison. 

Riley instinctively hits a double bicep pose and turns to show Dr. Blake. His biceps rise high with two gloriously meaty peaks, so he gave one a quick kiss and said, “I feel like a fuckin’ powerhouse, Doc! I love the new me! Whoa…is that my voice now? It’s so much deeper than before.”

“The vocal cords are muscles, too, Riley. As they strengthen, your voice gets deeper.”

As the twink-itis continued to dissipate from Riley’s body, more changes began to occur. His back and shoulders widened, his neck thickened, and even his face changed a bit with a squarer jaw, higher cheekbones, and a slightly bigger to nose to fit his newly enlarged head. His fine blond hair transformed into a thick wavy lion’s mane of dark brown curls, a dense and dark mustache grew out to cover his upper lip, and sandpaper-like stubble sprouted along his chin.

Riley could hardly believe the changes as he looked into the mirror next to the exam table. There he stood, with the body of a super-gorgeous Hercules…covered in muscles and fur…sweating out a musk that smelled like pure sex…with a porn-star cock that was aching for action. He ran his hands over his body, caressing each bulge and marveling at how thick they all were. Riley knew the difference between a bodybuilder and a powerlifter, and he was definitely more like the latter...beefy and strong in all the right spots.

But deep down, it wasn’t just his looks that had changed. Riley’s attitude was different, too – he no longer had any reason to fear anyone or worry about what others thought. Those feelings would be for the losers who tried to cross him now – they would be the ones who would be scared…they would worry about what Riley thought. 

“I’m not gonna hold back anymore,” Riley said to himself. “I’m gonna demand whatever the fuck I want.”

Eventually, Dr. Blake broke the spell and asked Riley if he could get his measurements, and Riley of course agreed. He was dying to know his stats and was more than happy to flex and pose as Dr. Blake wrote down all the numbers:

• Height change: 5’5” to 6’7”
• Weight change: 123 to 352
• Arm change: 10” to 27”
• Chest change: 29” to 72”
• Waist change: 26” to 46”
• Thigh change: 19” to 37”
• Penis: 5” erect to 14” erect

“Wow,” said Dr. Blake. “You grew so much more than our models anticipated. I’m sure this must be a shock, Riley, but please know we will do everything we can to bring your size back down to a more manageable level.”

“You’re crazy, Doc. I don’t EVER want to get smaller. My body is fuckin’ amazing, and I only want to make it BIGGER! I want to be the biggest, baddest, strongest motherfucker on the planet.”

“OK, ok, big guy. I guess we should start by sending out my assistants to get you some clothes, right? I doubt we have anything here that will fit you.”

“Clothes will be needed eventually, Doc, but here's what you’re gonna do first: get those assistants of yours to get me some food, pronto. I’m fuckin’ starving. All this muscle needs some protein, so rustle up as many steaks as you can get. And don’t get the shitty stuff…I want premium filets. And while they’re at it, have them get me some protein shakes to wash down the steaks. And veggies, too. And fruit. Fuck it, get me whatever before I faint from hunger. While I’m eating, then have your assistants buy me the biggest fuckin’ condoms they can find….like 4XL or whatever will fit this newly massive cock of mine. I’m gonna need to fuck at least 10 or 12 people in the next few hours…I don’t care who they are or what they look like, just get me some fuck buddies. Take some photos of me on your phone to show them I’m real, and I'm sure you’ll have people raising their hand to volunteer in no time. And finally, I'm gonna need a gym to start lifting. Make sure it's got really heavy weights. Like serious iron, OK?"

Dr. Blake nodded and went over to an intercom, hit the buzzer, and relayed Riley's commands to his team. He then turned back to the thickly-muscled Adonis in the room and asked, "Anything else?"

"Yeah, I wanna meet every researcher at this institute. Today. If anyone else is working on any kind of growth formula, I want to be the one they test it on."

Dr. Blake nodded again, and hurried out the door to see what he could find out. Riley turned back to the mirror, hit a most muscular pose, and was truly happy to be cured of his twink-itis.