Craft Beer
Added 2024-11-26 12:10:58 +0000 UTCDan and Marcus leaned back on the couch, clinking their beers together. It was Marcus’s idea to try the new "Titan Brew" he’d picked up from a shady little shop downtown. The label boasted, “For the man who wants more.” Neither of them thought much of it—it was beer, after all.
“Not bad,” Dan said, taking a swig.
Marcus nodded. “Yeah, kinda… warm? Spicy?”
As they drank, a strange heat spread through their bodies. Marcus shifted uncomfortably, his thighs pressing harder against each other. Dan noticed first. “Uh, dude… your arm’s looking… bigger?”
Marcus looked down just as his biceps swelled, stretching the sleeves of his shirt to their limit. Before he could respond, Dan groaned, gripping his own chest as his pecs surged forward, snapping the seams of his shirt.
“What the hell’s in this stuff?” Dan gasped, watching his thighs thicken and spread wider on the couch.
Marcus grinned through the confusion, his body surging with power. “Whatever it is… I’m not complaining!” His traps rose higher, and his quads pushed against Dan’s growing legs.
By the time the bottles were empty, both men were unrecognizable—towering mountains of muscle, their clothes shredded, their bodies impossibly huge. Marcus flexed his arm with a laugh. “Best beer ever.”
Dan smirked, his voice deeper now. “Round two?”
Marcus tossed him another bottle. “Only if you can handle it, big guy.”
