Streamer Donations

[Bicep108]

(Inspired by a prompt in Fantasy and Story Ideas by Mixedbag)

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“Hey, everyone! CaptainDiamond here again with yet another Minecraft stream. Today I’ll be continuing my work on the library tower, so take a seat, grab something to drink, and let’s get building!”

A lone teen, who couldn’t be older than eighteen, sat comfortably in his gaming chair as he began his daily stream, wearing a pair of fashionable headphones. His room could be seen in the background; a normal bedroom that any kid would have, with personal decorations and items such as posters, school books or action figures. The room was dimly lit, though. That made it hard to really see the background in detail.

The gamer himself, however, was perfectly illuminated by a lamp and his monitor. He was definitely still in high school. His dark hair was cut short, but several bangs fell down his forehead.

“So, what we’re going to do next is finish building the roof. Let’s make sure we use the right bricks this time around. Last stream I messed up by picking the wrong blocks, which really doesn’t flatter the aesthetics. Totally not my fault, though. Blame the developers for making them so similar.” Said the young man.

Several viewers were steadily popping in, eager to witness the project being completed. James had been working on it for over a week now. Most of the time he also explained several tips and tricks to the audience, carefully going over what to do if they wanted to build something similarly in the virtual world. Even now he went into a small lecture about utilizing his resources efficiently, and how to easily get more.

Within minutes there were a hundred people watching the stream. CaptainDiamond was a small streaming channel for the most part, but James had put a lot of effort into gathering his own fanbase. All of that was beginning to pay off, apparently.

“XXFireDemonXX asks: how do you come up with all of these designs?” Read James aloud as he glanced at the chat. “Honestly, it just takes some imagination. Try to picture the kind of building that you want to make inside your mind. What does it look; what is its function; how big do you want it to be? Work out as many details by brainstorming. Sometimes inspiration strikes you at random moments, so write those ideas down somewhere.”

On the screen, his avatar jumped up and down, placing the right stone bricks on top of those that formed the fourth wall. Once he finished that one, he could finally move on to the ceiling and get closer to completion. The inner decorations would come afterward. He’d already gathered the majority of materials, but would need to find the others first. Maybe that would be for the next stream? James figured he should just wait and see.

He kept answering more and more questions, speaking in a jovial and friendly manner. People often said he had a calm voice that was pleasant to listen to. Luckily, that helped him out during streams, since he doubted viewers would stay otherwise if they were forced to listen to a nasally, screechy voice.

*Ding!*

James’ eyes lit up. “Oh! Thank you, KobaldBlue, for donating one kilogram of muscle. Much appreciated!”

His first muscle donation! Awesome!

James felt a pleasant thrill as his body tingled, muscles aching in a non-painful manner. It almost felt like an invisible massage. Weird, but not unwelcome. He hoped he would quickly get used to it. Preferably by receiving more donations. Another viewer joined in by giving away the same amount of muscle. James thanked him without delay, and flashed a grateful smile at the camera.

Looking down at the hem of his shirt, the young teenager noticed that his chest muscles were just the tiniest amount more defined. He’d only received two kilograms of muscle as of yet, but since he wasn’t all that big to begin with, the small gifts stood out on his shorter-than-average frame.

“Hope you guys will keep enjoying the stream. Oh, and like always, I’m taking on viewer suggestions on what to build next in Minecraft. So leave your comments in the chat and I’ll look over them later.”

Body donations were a relatively new feature in the world of streaming. In fact, the technology to carry out such a transfer had been installed only a few days ago, which is why James hadn’t used it before. There was still a user agreement that you had to – kind of, but not really – read beforehand. People could essentially donate body features rather than actual money nowadays. The invention was definitely groundbreaking; almost every streamer had turned on the transfer system to try it out.

To put it simply, a viewer could choose what and how much of it to donate to a streamer. And the selection was quite diverse, too. The most prominent attribute to donate was muscle. A person could give away a specific amount of muscle mass – along with the natural strength that came with it – to anyone they wished to be on the receiving end. But there was also height! Which meant that short people could become taller, or skinny runts could gain muscle without working out for it.

There were two more features that could be donated. However, they were for adult audiences only, meaning that James was barred from enabling those donations. He’d been surprised to hear that dick and breast size, for males and females respectively, could also be transferred. It certainly sounded interesting. Yet James wasn’t bothered with those. Honestly, his focus lied on muscle and height. He’d often wondered what it’s like to be buff and tall.

And he got his wish quickly. Because not a minute later, someone else also made a donation.

“Unicorn_Lives_Matter, thank you so much for the five-kilogram donation! You’re the best!”

This time, the transformation was more noticeable. James’ arms quickly toned up, as his triceps and biceps became defined with sinewy strength. The donation was equally distributed all over his body. His shoulders grew a tad wider, followed by his delts toughening up. James enjoyed the way his body felt stronger while growing bigger. His shorts were no longer as baggy, either. Both of his thighs became thicker; not to the point of being all that muscular, but definitely firmer than your average teenage boy’s legs. James’ calves did swell considerably larger, though.

People were donating more freely once several others already made donations of their own. It was like a domino effect.

James grew several kilograms larger in the span of several minutes. His shirt tightened around his upper body, and the sleeves hugged his athletic arms. The gamer sported firm, shapely biceps now. They were the size of small baseballs. Considering his arms used to be rather thin, the transformation was all too apparent. Underneath the shirt, four blocks of sinew had formed to protect his tummy. Every laugh that escaped James’ mouth caused them to harden in response.

He tried not to focus too much on his changing physique, though. This was fun and all, but the purpose of the stream was to have a good time with his chat by playing games, not to steal their muscles. He could always check himself out later that evening.

However, his attention inevitably shifted to the donation system several times. It was simply unavoidable; not only did he have to thank the viewers for their generosity, but the weird yet funny sensation of his muscles growing instantaneously distracted the teenager. James shuffled in his seat. He essentially could feel the tendons and fibers undergoing a metamorphosis.

And of course, there was no controlling the chat.

“Whoa! Dozu88, thank you for the ten kilograms!” Said James loudly, thoroughly surprised by the amount of muscle that would be transferred to him. “That’s insane, dude. I hope you can spare all of that weight.”

The wave of growth that struck him soon after was predictably intense. One or two kilograms of muscle didn’t make for a big difference when given sporadically. This was different. James soaked up a whopping ten kilograms of pure, solid muscle that went to his whole frame.

James’ camera easily caught his chest inflating rapidly, pecs pushing outward and shoulders going sideways. Lines of separation appeared on his delts like small ravines. Similarly, the streamer’s arms became more defined, and his triceps quickly turned into cable-like cords of sturdy muscle. They rippled as he typed on the keyboard. His biceps went beyond baseball size, and actually gained some serious mass. They were on the cusp of attaining bodybuilder status. The increasing definition of his build was not limited to his upper body, though.

Underneath the desk, his quadriceps began to display impressive striations. The muscles bulged as they grew larger, becoming denser in the process. The anonymous viewer’s gift was steadily turning James into one of the buffest boys in school. Only the jocks came close to his new physique. James couldn’t help but release a soft moan; feeling his glutes swell bigger was a sensation that he wouldn’t forget any time soon. Speaking of which, his shorts were really starting to strain around his expanded lower half.

James sighed. “Whew! What a rush. I’m telling you guys: this new system is really something. Feels like I just did a bunch of workouts without getting tired.”

It didn’t stop there – of course. The chat was having a great time watching him grow in return. Honestly, a few of these people were clearly here to see his muscles get bigger, but James figured he shouldn’t stress the details.

Others also gave away their own strength, but they were all donating a single kilogram. Thus there was no rush like before. Nevertheless, James’ body was nothing to scoff at by now. His clothes, which suited him fine half an hour ago, were clinging ridiculously tightly to his ripped muscles. The outline of his pectorals was as clear as day. Two slabs of young beef jutting out from his chest, with a small line in between each pec. Even his burgeoning six-pack could be seen through the thin layer of clothing.

Then there were his sleeves, which were downright uncomfortable. They seemingly tried to strangle his arms to death. James could hear the fabric straining whenever he moved his arms. This wouldn’t last much longer.

“What it feels like to grow? Honestly, I’m not sure. There aren’t really any words that can describe it. The growth doesn’t feel bad, though.” James said, in response to a question in the chat. His eyes trailed the long list of comments. “Flex my biceps? No way! I don’t think my sleeves will survive. It already feels like I’m being hugged by a boa constrictor. Donate more so that my sleeves will be ruined anyway? Now hang on–“

But it was too late. The viewer and his compatriots were one step ahead, each giving away a fraction of their physiques.

James already knew what was going to happen as another growth spurt occurred. The total amount of muscle mass handed over to the teen was average in comparison to the big donation form earlier, but seeing as his shirt was already on the brink of annihilation, that didn’t matter; it was more than enough.

He involuntarily flexed his growing biceps and triceps, causing the burgeoning sinews to tear through the fabric of his clothes. Threads were undone by the solid, hard muscle. Several rips appeared all over the length of his upper arms. Naked flesh became exposed. James sighed. Oh, whatever. It was too late anyway.

The young man committed to the flex as he posed both of his arms. This time, the sleeves practically exploded like confetti. Biceps the size of oranges popped up while his forearms thickened by a fair margin. His upper muscles looked incredible. These were the gains you’d expect from an amateur bodybuilder, not a eighteen-years-old gamer who streamed every day. It wasn’t just size that mattered, though. James’ arms were amazingly defined, and showed great detail in how his biceps and triceps were seemingly carved from marble. Even his veins were visible.

Of course, the growth also affected the rest of his body. His calves and thighs once again expanded, conquering more territory as they grew larger. James’ socks tightened around the hard, firm beef. One could say they looked as if they’d been painted onto his calf muscles. Underneath his pants, James felt his underwear shift uncomfortably due to how round his glutes were becoming.

He let out a deep breath, which made the recently grown pectorals on his chest jut out another inch. A small tear in the hem of his shirt showcased the small crevice that had formed in between the slabs of manly meat. All those additional kilograms had propelled him into bodybuilder territory!

Predictably, the chat went wild.

“You guys are real pranksters, you know that?” Said James wryly, diving back into the game.

[ScottishBodybuilder92]

Oh really enjoyed this!

 

[Pecslover21]

That was great! I wonder how his day-to-day life will go now with that new super teen body? 

[KidIcarus]

Very fun idea! Maybe a part 2?

[Pecslover21]

2 hours ago, KidIcarus said:

Very fun idea! Maybe a part 2?

Seconded! I hope the gains are just permanent and he gets to strut around with that new, perfect teen super body! It would be even more fun too if he was totally casual about his transformation, not making a big deal about being one of the most powerful, perfectly sculpted teenagers on earth!

[Orca]

4 hours ago, Pecslover21 said:

Seconded! I hope the gains are just permanent and he gets to strut around with that new, perfect teen super body! It would be even more fun too if he was totally casual about his transformation, not making a big deal about being one of the most powerful, perfectly sculpted teenagers on earth!

IDK what word to use if Seconded was the previous word, but I definitely Third(ed?) this idea!!