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En mi familia la lucha libre está en nuestras venas. Desde mi bisabuelo, todos han sido luchadores, abuelos, tíos, primos, todos, incluido mi papá.
Mi papá era "La bestia" uno de los mejores luchadores y la promesa hecha carne del legado de mi bisabuelo. El junto con su compañero, "La fiera", era el mejor duo que pudiera existir en todo el mundo de la lucha libre, nada los podía detener.
Se ganaron el respeto de muchos y consiguieron grandes victorias juntos.
Muchos atribuían su éxito a él fuerte lazo fraternal que tenían, había mil rumores al respecto que trataban de justificar el éxito de mi padre y su compañero, pero siendo honestos, ellos eran mucho más que sólo compañeros.
Lastimosamente, su éxito no fue eterno
Papá dice que por un malentendido La Bestia y La Fiera tuvieron que separarse. Pero por lo que habia escuchado una vez, Fiera una vez atrapó a papá con otro luchador dentro de su camerino y el pensó en lo peor, cuando en realidad no había sucedido nada.
Después de eso, ambos nunca volvieron a verse. Cuando Fiera se fue, se llevó con el la pasión de papá por la lucha, dejándolo solo y con un corazón roto. Papá trató de seguir solo, pero fue decayendo poco a poco. Formó una nueva vida, decidió retirarse y dedicarse a cuidarme a mi.
En algún momento a papá se le ocurrió que yo podía continuar con su legado, pero eso no sucedió.
Papá aún habiéndose retirado y con su edad, aún conserva el buen físico que le dio sus años de lucha. Ahora tiene menos definición y una pequeña barriga, pero se ve muy bien para su edad. En cambio yo, era delgado y enclenque, ni siquiera pareciera que era el hijo de mi padre.
Por algún tiempo me entrenó, me enseño muchas maniobras y otras cosas más. Pero yo no podia con nada.
No podía levantar ni una pesa, mantenerle el ritmo a mi padre cuando hacíamos ejercicio y mucho menos lograba hacer algún salto o maniobra.
Papá se dio por vencido y comprendió que lo mio no era la lucha libre. El problema era que a mi si me apasionaba la lucha libre, yo quería subir al ring y montar un espectáculo, ser el mejor de todos, dominar el deporte, tener más fama que cualquier otro luchador, más fama de la que tuvo mi padre.
No tenía ninguna esperanza de poder tener éxito en la lucha libre, hasta que se presentó una grandiosa oportunidad.
Estaba ayudando a mi padre a limpiar un estante donde tiene todo lo relacionado con la lucha libre: mascaras, fotografías, cinturones y otras cosas más. Mientras papá acomodaba algunas cosas, yo estaba desenpolvando el viejo estante, hats que por accidente tire un libro viejo. Cuando cayó se abrió un poco y pude notar que dentro tenía un pequeño compartimento con algo adentro. Tomé el libro y lo abri para ver que tenía adentro.
Era una máscara de color celeste con detalles dorados, estaba un poco sucia pero se encontraba en muy buen estado.
Se la mostré a papá para ver si sabía algo de ella...
-: No puede ser... ¡La encontraste! -.
Papá tomó la máscara y la analizó minuciosamente.
-: Esta era la máscara de tu bisabuelo: El gran Tlachikauatl, creo que significa musculo en nahuatl o algo así... El era el luchador más grande que el cuadrilatero haya visto, derrotó a todos sus contrincantes sin soltar una gota de sudor por su enorme fuerza.
Se decía que la máscara le fue entregada a el por los mismos dioses que decidieron darle su fuerza y poder. Por eso muchos luchadores, como El santo o Blue Demon, trataron infinidad de veces en vencerlo para poder quitarle la máscara y tener su poder... Pero todo eso eran rumores y mitos que la gente creaba para atraer más gente a las luchas -.
-: ¿Y que sucedió con el ? -.
-: Nadie sabe, según tu abuelo el desapareció sin dejar ningún rastro, algunos dicen que los dioses se lo llevaron y se llevó la mascara con el. Pero como decía... Todo eran rumores, aquí esta la máscara. Me alegra que este aquí y no abandonada en algún basurero -.
Papá se llevó la máscara para lavarla mientras yo seguia limpiando. Después de un rato comencé a sentir una extraña sensación, era como si... Como si la máscara me estuviera llamando. Me extraño mucho, era una máscara solamente y solo la había visto una sola vez...
-: Creo que ya quedó -.
Papá llegó con la máscara como nueva.
-: Creo que esta hará una buena reliquia aquí en el estan...-.
-: ¿Papá puedo quedarme con la máscara? -. Me sorprendí al momento que mi boca soltó esas palabras involuntariamente, ni siquiera había pasado por mi cabeza, solo sucedió. Papá se quedó ahí pensando
-: Por favor -. Otra vez volvieron a brotar palabras en contra de mi voluntad.
-: Sabe que... Si, tu quedatela. Creo que le vendría mejor estar en tu cuarto -.
Papá me dio la máscara y yo subí con ella a mi cuarto, en realidad no sabía por que, pero sentía cierta satisfacción de poder haberme quedado con la máscara.
La puse en el escritorio de mi cuarto y me fui a dormir.
Estaba en un cuadrilátero, el público gritaba de emoción, una sensación extraña comenzó a reocorrer mi cuerpo, empecé a sentirme pesado, había gente conmigo en el cuadrilátero, varios luchadores... mi papá. Todos comenzaron a volverse pequeños... No... Yo me comenzaba a volver más alto.
De repente un hombre enorme aparece frente mi, con sus ojos al mismo nivel que el mío, traía puesta la máscara de Tlachikauatl. ¿Era mi bisabuelo?
Llevo sus manos detrás de la máscara y comenzó a quitársela. Aunque se descubrió la cara, su rostro era borroso e irreconocible. Tomó la máscara y me la puso.
Todo comenzó a volverse más ruidoso. Sentí un fuerte dolor y todo era demasiado brillante...
Desperte de golpe, sudando a montones y mi corazón palpitando como loco. No sabía que había sucedido, levante mis sabanas y me di cuenta que me había venido en mi sueño... Mi sueño... No podía recordar bien que había soñado. Mis músculos por alguna razón se sentían adoloridos, como si hubiera entrenado como loco. Mi cuarto estaba oscuro, revise la hora en mi teléfono, eran las dos de la mañana...
Prendi una lámpara para iluminarme un poco, todas mis sábanas estaban empapadas en sudor, así que las hice a un lado. Pero en cuanto las quite me di cuenta que la mascara estaba a un lado mio en la cama. ¡¿Como demonios había llegado eso ahí?!
Tomé la máscara para regresarla al escritorio, pero al tomarla, fue como si mis brazos tomaron mente propia y comenzaron a llevar la masacara a mi cara. No tenía ni idea de cómo estaba sucediendo, cuando la máscara cubrió toda mi cabeza pude sentir una extraña calidez hemanar desde la máscara, tome los cordones de detrás de la máscara y los amarre.
Con la máscara ya puesta me sentía... Me sentía... Ufgghhh... Bien... Todo mi cuerpo de pronto se paralizó. Quería asustarme pero había una sensación tan placentera recorriendo todo mi cuerpo que no me permitía sentirme nervioso.
Mi cuerpo se sentía caliente, comencé a sudar... Cada parte de mi cuerpo se sentía... Diferente....
-: Aghhhhhh -. Gemi. No sabía que estába sucediendo hasta que baje mis manos a mi pene para disfrutar más el momento. Pero la sorpresa que me lleve cuando me di cuenta de que mi pene se sentía más... Grande...
Me baje los boxers y vi como una anaconda salía de mi entre pierna, era enorme y parecía que con cada palpitar se estaba volviendo más grande. Sorprendido y anonadado con mi nuevo y enorme miembro baje una mano hacia el para masturbarme, pero al bajar mi mano note como las venas de mi antebrazo se notaban y palpitaban con fuerza... De hecho mi antebrazo se veía mucho más grande, subí mi mirada y vi un bicep que probablemente le pertenecía a un levantador de pesas profesional.
¡Era imposible! ¡De verdad ese brazo era mío! La sensación de la sangre circulando por las venas de mis brazos y volviéndose más y más grandes con cada palpitar me tenía en un completo estado de extasis.
La sensación subió y alcanzó mis hombros y en ese momento...
-: AGGHHHHHHH -.Y como una explosión, mis hombros se inflaron como globos, globos llenos de musculo hecho roca.
Al expandirse mis hombros, se extendió mi espalda y al extenderse mi espalda, le abrió paso a mi pecho para desarrollar unos enormes pectorales que jamás había visto en cualquier otro hombre. Con cada palpitar se volvía más grande, se volvía más pesado y me comenzó a impedir ver debajo de ellos. Era doloroso, pero era un dolor que me resultaba bastante placentero. Con una mano aun masajeando mi verga, pude sentir como mis bolas pasaron de ser pequeñas uvas a enormes pelota de béisbol. Realmente necesitaba vaciarlas.
Mientras con mi otra mano seguí recorriendo mi estómago, no podía ver debido a mis musculosos pectorales, pero pida sentir 4...6... ¡8! Perfectas abdominales del tamaño de mi palma... O bueno del tamaño de una palma de la mano de una persona normal.
Mientras me encontraba perdido tocando mi abdomen, ignore por completo el proceso de crecimiento de mis piernas. Me habia perdido el momento en el que los delgado fideos que tenía pasaron a ser gruesos pilares que podrían ser capaces de aplastar el metal sólido.
Lleve mi mano a mi culo para ver que tanto había creció... Y vaya que había crecido, creo que esta vez sería le envidia de todos, dos esferas redondas y fuertes de puro musculo me daban un trasero digno de los dioses.
Habia ganado algo de vello en todo el cuerpo, lo que sinceramente me hacía más ardiente.
Cuando el crecimiento comenzó a parar, unas últimas palpitaciones recorrieron mi cuerpo, cada una más satisfactoria que la anterior. Ya no lo podía evitar. Los músculos, el tamaño, la fuerza... Todo era... Era...
-: ¡¡GRRRRRRHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! -.
Gemk con fuerza mientras mi verga liberaba litros y litros de semen, con una eyaculacion tan potente que alcanzó al tro lado de la habitación.
Cai al suelo, rendido, cansado... Y satisfecho. Mi enorme cuerpo creo un estruendo que yo creo que se oyó en toda la cuadra.
Oi pasos correr hacia mi puerta. Mi papá entró preocupado, preguntándose que había sucedido y se sorprendió a un más al verme ahí tirado, con un cuerpo musculoso, digno de los dioses.
Papá me quito la máscara y me levanto. Le costó mucho ya que era muchísimo más pesado de lo que era antes, también era muchísimo más alto. Si mi papá era un hombre alto y ahora el me llegaba al pecho, se veía gracioso, se veía muy pequeño.
Mi papá comenzó a preguntarme cosas, pero yo solo oía murmullos, mi mente seguía en otro lado.
Hoy era mi...Mmmhh... Ya no recuerdo cuantas luchas llevo invicto la verdad.
Papá se volvió mi representante y conecte a participar en muchas luchas en todo el país. Ahora era "El hijo deTlachikauatl". No había encontrado a alguien que fuera lo suficientemente fuerte como para derrotarme, pero eso no me preocupaba, también disfrutaba de los gritos y aplausos del público.
De vez en cuando le echaba un ojo a algún chico en el publico para darle un pequeño momento de fan. Y vaya que tenía muchos fans... No sabía lo bueno que era en el sexo... Quiero decir con mi enorme verga y mi culo, todos quedaban fascinados, era imposible resistirse. Podía aguantar por horas y horas y no poder cansarme.
Por las noches papá me entrenaba y después de entrenar me daba un masaje que para "relajar los músculos" decia el, aunque creo que en realidad lo hace por que le gusta mi nuevo cuerpo... No lo voy a negar a mi también me fascina mi nuevo cuerpo... Probablemente también me gusta mi papá...
Cuando duermo, me dejó puesta la máscara con la esperanza de que Tlachikauatl me bendiga con más músculos... Creo que siento la sensación de calor recorrer mi cuerpo otra vez...
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Synopsis: After going to a bar for Spring Break, he drinks something that he isn't positive what it is, yet all his fantasies start coming true. Now he's stuck in his classroom with all the hot jocks he'd been pining after from his previous classes. There's plenty of muscle growth, transformation and reality change, and sex in this 13,000 word book.
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I just finished another book if you're interested in reading more. I going to continue with the Running Interference book next, I just needed to step away from Chronivac stuff for a bit because I was working on a few others series with a similar themes.
If you're just looking for some free stories I also have my wordpress with a lot more stories than I've posted on here. [Link to Wordpress]
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Hello friends - been a while, hasn't it?
At the urging of @Muscleace I've started up this little sub-blog to promote my (still active!) Tumblr - they haven't shut me down since I don't have porno pics on there, though I like to think it's still plenty hot.
My latest story is called The Broadcast Boys, which is a companion piece to my previous story, The Broadcast. We got all the classic Aardvark tropes in here, so I hope you'll check it out and let me know what you think.
I'll be sure to post whenever I put up a new story, but for the time being, you can check out my Story Index to see what all I've been up to. Be sure to toss likes and reblogs to your favorites, pretty please!
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I've been wanting to post this for a while, but I could NOT find the story. I posited the question in the story forum and thankfully @musclelover1996 remembered the story's title. With that info I was able to quickly find it.
What's fun about particular story is that it's told entire from the perspective of an inanimate object, a t-shirt. The shirt is bought by a college student who takes up bodybuilding. The shirt become it's wearer's favorite as the college boy grows. It's an incredibly fun and VERY creative story. I never thought I could be turned on by an inanimate object, but this story accomplished the task. Give it a read!
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I went to the cove ostensibly to join my cousin and her new husband while they snorkeled. I was truly hoping to catch Adam (her husband of two days) in a bathing suit. I arrived for the wedding and meeting her man I was blown away by his handsome face and athletic body. I could tell his clothes were expensive and tailored. He didn’t wear skin tight clothes or shirts a size too small like some bodybuilders do. Adam was intelligent and witty and just as my cousin Lori predicted Adam and I were fast becoming friends.
I had been busy shuttling people to the airport after the five day weekend wedding celebration and that morning the last of them left. Adam and Lori were here for two weeks of honeymooning and I was planning to catch a cruise ship that would island hop for the next ten days.
Grabbing my square cut swimsuit I stretched it over my narrow hips so I could join them at the beach. I pause and looked in the full length mirror to see how the suit accentuated my gymnast physique. I reached in to adjust my junk smiling at the fact that there were no tan lines. I had worked on my tan for months so I wouldn’t burn on my island hopping adventure where I planned to be wearing revealing thongs to attract the studs. This was the most conservative suit I owned not counting the workout shorts that could double as a swimsuit.
I walked the beach with mask and fins in a dive bag not seeing the newlyweds. Lori told me to look for a bright yellow flag she would plant at their spot on the beach they would be claiming for the day. I was about to give up when I spotted the flag that had been blown over by the breeze. The sand was so dry it didn’t hold the skinny pole. I looked toward the water and saw a man on his back in the shallow water. Fins, snorkel, and mask were above him on the dry sand and I figured it was Adam taking a break. I left my bag, towel, and sunglasses just inside their well anchored pop up tent and walked to the water’s edge. I called his name.
When Adam leaned up on his elbow and faced me, I saw how muscular he actually was. My face reddened and my cock stretched the Lycra in an obscene way. Now I wished I had worn the workout shorts and a jock.
“Lori is relentless. She refused to take a break,” Adam said as he patted the water inviting me to sit beside him. “That is some hardware you’re packing there stud. You either love the beach or you like what you see,” he laughed. He moved his hand away from his red shorts and I saw that he had a log stretching his own suit. “Tom, I certainly am turned on by what I see. I have been since we shook hands the first time.”
“What are you saying Adam?” He looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. “I wouldn’t mind sampling your hot body,” he said very calmly as he looked over the water for Lori.
“What the fuck! You just got married to my cousin!”
“Yeah, I married into the family and incest is best!” he laughed.
“I wouldn’t do that to Lori,” I protested.
“That boner says you lie,” he chuckled. “I reserved a room for you in the motel across the road from the condo we are renting. Don’t get on the cruise ship and I guarantee you the best sex of your life. I hope you are versatile because I need some fucking too. Leave on the cruise and nothing will ever happen even in the future. It’s now or never!”
“As in no second chances? Does that mean this is a onetime fling?” I asked.
“Stay and I’ll be perpetually available. Go and you’ll never touch me intimately. Ah, here comes my lovely bride,” he smiled and returned her wave. Lori was waist deep in the water and she was rushing to get to Adam. His boner was gone as she threw her body over his and kissed him passionately.
“Honey, mmmmm is that a gun in your suit or are you glad to see me?” Lori moaned. She looked at me. “Tommy, after last night I didn’t think I would be able to walk today. I slept like a log. But this morning was… even better,” she said with a sexy moan.
“TMI,” I yelled and covered my ears.
She lost it in hysterical laughter. He rolled her to her back and kissed her so passionately I felt his lust hit me like a shock wave. She wrapped her legs around him and I expected him to fuck her right there in the water. Lori actually had an orgasm. In her throes of passion she had her eyes closed and Adam looked at me. His eyes told me he was going to do the same thing to me.
“I should pack and check in… I mean out so I can check in for the cruise… I mean leave you two love birds to… honeymoon or make babies or something.
The three of us walked to their spot and I wrapped my towel around me. I packed my dive bag and saw the card key Adam tossed in the bag when he handed it to me. Two hours later Adam drove me to the big boat. He took my cruise ticket and handed it to a guy about my height and weight. So someone looking like me will be on the cruise while we play. He dropped me and my luggage off at the 1950′s Art Deco motel.
I moved into room 108 and was pleasantly surprised the suite was so nice. It had a kitchenette with an apartment size refrigerator and a bathroom with a hot tub and a shower enclosure big enough for four. The outside of the motel was stuck in the 1950′s but the inside was nicer than the condo that I just vacated across the street. I showered and ate some food that Adam left for me in the refrigerator. I was naked on the private patio sipping on a Corona when I heard the sliding glass door open.
Adam stood there naked and I could see what he was giving Lori. His cock was impressive soft or hard. And damn his physique was incredible.
“Hey,” I said to break the ice.
“Can I sit down?” I nodded my head.
The lounge chair I was in was like a big platform with plenty of room. It could probably hold two couples shoulder to shoulder but it would be tight. Adam didn’t only sit down, he jumped up behind me folding his hard body against my back as his legs and arms wrapped around me. Feeling my body jump, I heard a low growl then a kiss on my shoulder.
“This is your fault you know.” It was said conversationally with a little wry humor.
“Why is that?” I asked coming out a little rough and nervous.
“Do you understand what is happening?”
“Uh Adam… I think I do. Lori isn’t enough. I never doubted how you and Lori felt about each other. Man you two kissing was like fireworks exploding on the 4th of July. It wasn’t only the sexual attraction that was obvious, but man you two scorch the earth when you look at each other. And that happens every time I see you two together.
“And here’s Adam Hays who is about to get married and he gets tasered by Cousin Tommy when they shake hands for the first time.”
“Uh… sorry?” I heard a low chuckle next to my ear.
“Never be sorry,” he said as he tightened his grip around my chest. “I’ve made and lost a few fortunes in my short life but I never truly fell in love. And the closest I’ve gotten so far is… ”
“Yeah. Then you came along and I knew I made a mistake. Well not a mistake but I should have waited to find you.”
I pulled away, turned and moved in with my legs over his so we were face to face and our arms rested on the other shoulders.
“Without Lori you would have never met me. But you already committed to the union. She loves you man, it is so cool and fun to watch those smoldering looks between the two of you.”
“Then Tom arrived and shook my hand. Nice, good looking guy and there was this instant lust that swept over me like a raging forest fire.”
“I’m sorry,” I said and Adam heaved a heavy sigh.
“Never be sorry!” he barked and then his face softened. “I truly love Lori and I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Oh?” I almost whispered.
“You know the only way to not get hurt… ”
“Yeah, yeah Lori says that all the time… The only way to not get hurt is to not love in the first place. You’re a smart man Adam Hays,” hearing him chuckle. “So I need to ask you a question.”
“What’s that?” Adam smiled.
“Is this make-up sex?” I asked and he looked puzzled. Then my question earned a bark of laughter. “I feel like we had sex on the beach before my cousin came out of the water.” Adam grinned while shaking his head. Looking down we both chuckled since both our big dicks were hard and dripping pre-cum.
“When we have sex you’ll know it,” Adam whispered. Our hands began sliding across the other’s muscular frame. We started out slow with a tentative kiss that went a little longer. Both of us taking our time to explore but soon Adam planted an earth shattering kiss similar to the one he gave Lori on the beach. The moans grew louder with the touching more frantic. Adam dumped lube on both our cocks and stroked them as one. I pushed up from the platform and moved chest to chest straddling him before lowering my ass slowly down onto Adam’s cock until his huge shaft filled me completely.
“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned as I bottomed out on his cock. Adam was inches away from my chest and heaving pecs. Closing in he sucked one of my nipples before moving to the other as I slid up and down.
“I need it hard,” I moaned and before long I was flat on my back as he pounded my hungry chute. My ass tightened around his huge shaft forcing him to spray my insides with his cream as I fought to keep my cum in my balls. He fucked his way through the orgasm lubricating my hole so he could pound me even harder as my moans made it clear to him that this is exactly what I wanted.
Finally dumping more cum, he pulled out, tumbling over and rolling on his back. I got up on my knees and lifting Adam’s legs sliding my hard tool into his more than willing well-lubed butt. It seemed like it only took a couple thrusts for me to orgasm. I tried to fuck through it but my cock was just too sensitive. Adam grabbed my ass to make me thrust into his cum fill tunnel and I was in ecstasy. Exhausted I gasped for breath as his arms came around me pulling my face to his awesome chest. My tongue lapped at his sweat and I tasted some cum on his skin.
“Will Lori miss you?” I asked.
“Nothing awakens your cousin once she is asleep,” Adam chuckled. “Let’s shower.”
Soaping and washing his body was almost as sensuous as fucking. When he washed me his rod entered my ass the second time… or was that the third time and he deposited even more cum.
For the next ten days he pounded my ass as Lori worked on her tan, when Lori went shopping, or when she went to the spa or gym. I would guess I fucked him once for every five times he dropped his cum in my ass.
When he wasn’t here during the day I was out in the sun working on my tan. On the day the boat came back I took a taxi to the dock with my packed bags. Adam and Lori picked me up and I told her my cruise stories all the way back to the condo. This wasn’t my first cruise so true stories came easily. Lori was the happiest she had ever been in her life
“Adam and I have a bet and I think I know you better than him so I’ll win,” she said.
“Okkkkk… a bet about me?” I asked cautiously. I began to wonder if Adam told her everything.
“Yes. I want Adam to offer you a job. He says you are established and wouldn’t move from Chicago.”
“Lori, do you know how much I hate winter in Chicago?” I snickered. “I would consider a move but the right conditions would have to warrant relocation.”
“See!” she said to her smirking husband. “I told you so!”
I caught Adam’s eyes in the mirror. He was an evil, evil man.
Lori ran up to the condo to use the facilities while Adam and I rode up on the next available elevator with his hand on my ass. I began to think that maybe I should have gone on the cruise. Then I thought what life would be like without Adam and I knew I made the right decision.
“Adam the day she stops giving you those smoldering looks is the day it is over between us,” I explained. “I will cut you off so fast it will make your head spin!”
“Understood,” he said as the elevator doors opened.
There was enough of Adam to go around, keeping us both very, very happy. He was true to his word and Lori had that sparkle in her eyes until the day she died from ovarian cancer. Adam was devastated losing Lori. He came to me one night to tell me it was over between us but I knew he didn’t mean a word of what he was saying. I lifted his chin and looked into his tear filled eyes.
“I miss her so,” he sobbed. I held him and listened to all his reasons for ending our relationship. He fell asleep in my arms after I told him how much I loved him. After an hour I led him to my bed. We spooned fully clothed on top of the covers. There was no sex as Adam grieved but then one night months later when I was lost in thought watching a spectacular sunset he wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed the back of my neck.
“You must be terribly horney… I know I am and I have been neglecting you,” he growled in my ear. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as he held me and seduced me as passionately as he did on his honeymoon. “I realized that I will always love both of you… Lori is gone but you are here and I’ve shut you out. Let me show you how much I love you.”
And boy did he ever!
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‘Damn this is quite the storm. I don’t remember it ever being this bad before.’
Cooper stares out his window at the trees whipping around ferociously against the strong winds. He can see debris starting to whip up from around the neighborhood. He quickly decides to move away from the windows and get into a nearby doorway in case something happens to his apartment.
He looks down at the text message that pops up on his screen from his close friend Aaron.
‘Yeah dude, I know. This is crazy, the power is about to go out here I think.’
*lights go out*
‘Well speak of the devil…..’
*phone loses reception*
‘DAMNIT! This sucks ass, I can’t understand how the meteorologists could get this so wrong. I really wanted to go on that trip.’
He can feel his building starting to shake as he holds on to the sides of the doorway. The wind outside howls as it begins to shake the windows in his living room. Without a second thought, they shatter as the room begins to crumble. Cooper falls to the ground and lies unconscious as he is hit with rubble.
Several hours later, Cooper wakes up and feels extremely groggy. He pushes enough of the trash away to get up and start moving around. The endless amount of destruction can be seen for miles as he stands there where his apartment was in complete shock. He looks down and notices that his clothes are slightly ripped, but it is the least of his worries.
He turns to look at the nearby mountain and sees that a rainbow has appeared over the horizon. The sheer size of it is what draws him in as he starts to walk towards it. It must be about two miles from where his apartment is but at this point he doesn’t care since for some reason it is summoning him to go to it. Along the way he notices he isn’t alone as other men from surrounding residential complexes are also being drawn to the rainbow.
When he finally gets to the edge of it, he begins to wonder why he ever went there in the first place considering the catastrophe that just occurred in the city. The men that were trailing beside him appear to have already traveled up the rainbow and over across the mountain range. He turns around to take another look at the city behind him and wonders if things will ever be the same again before he hears a voice coming from above.
‘Aye there Cooper, I do believe you are next. Why don’t you step up on this here lift and I will take you across.’
Cooper turns and sees a short muscled man dressed in a green suit with a hat that matches it. He seems a bit surprised that such a small man could be built so incredibly well.
‘Uhh…..why is this rainbow here and what is going on? I don’t understand what has happened here and why are all of these men going across the rainbow anyway?’
The little man laughs a little as he gets to the bottom of the rainbow. He grabs Cooper’s hand before leading him on to the lift with him.
‘I know what has happened to you is tragic Cooper which is why I am here. You see I am here to help you rebuild your city, but certain things have to be done first to ensure that it is done correctly.’
As the little man sits down with Cooper, the lift starts moving up the rainbow slowly.
‘Ahh yes, I forgot to tell you…..my name is Padraig, of course me mates call me Paddy.’
‘Oh so it isn’t Patrick, as in St. Patrick.’ *Cooper sort of chuckles a little as they move up the rainbow*
Paddy turns to punch Cooper in the arm which shocks the bigger man.
‘Holy shit man, you are freaking strong. I have never seen a guy of your stature with such incredibly thick muscles.’
Paddy laughs a little as he bounces his pecs before making his biceps jump.
‘Aye I am not that short mate. It could surprise you what your body can accomplish if it is just pushed hard enough.’
‘So…..what exactly am I doing on this lift on this rainbow with what I am guessing is an incredibly well-built Irishman?’
Paddy smiles and takes his hat off to show off his red hair and hands it to Cooper.
‘Aye Cooper…..you are one of the fortunate few that survived this horrific storm that just went through your land. I or I should say we are here to help you rebuild your city but you will have to complete an important quest first before I can help you.’
The confused young man stares at the little Irish muscle guy for about a minute before he says something else.
‘Uhh what would you have me do Paddy? I am curious as to what you mean by a quest?’
Paddy shows Cooper that they are approaching the other end of the rainbow. He smiles and tells him to just relax until they get to the bottom. When the lift finally stops moving, the little man prompts Cooper to get off.
‘Here we are Cooper. Somewhere in this here nearby forest is something or someone that will have a connection to you in some way. Once you retrieve it or them from that spot, then you will come back to this area mate and present it to me. Do note though, there will be some kind of obstacle in your way and you will have to figure out how to get around it whether physically or mentally. That will be up to you of course. This is the time for me to say good luck and safe journey.’
The muscled Irish man pulls a gold coin from his pocket and puts it into Cooper’s right pants pocket.
‘I have given you a charm to help you along the way Cooper. I hope you succeed at seeking out the treasure. Good day to you my big lad.’
Paddy turns to walk down a black road and vanishes practically into thin air. Cooper stares astonishingly as he does disappear and sighs. He pulls the coin out from his pocket and examines it. To his surprise, it is indeed real and made of solid gold. He doesn’t recognize the language on it since it doesn’t seem to be anything he has seen before. After a minute or two, he puts it back in his pocket and starts to walk into the nearby forest wondering what he will find.
On his way inside, he encounters two men sitting on stone slabs at the intersection of two paths. He stops to look at both of them before he sees them get up. They both smile at him and mimic each other’s body language. Cooper finds this rather strange and begins to ponder which direction he will choose. As he moves to the right path, they both jump down from the rocks and pull him back to where he was standing.
The one on the right side starts to speak.
‘I don’t think you want to go that way just yet Cooper, you may want to think this through some more.’
The one from the left rock stands behind him.
‘He is right you know. You need to make a selection I know, but think it through first.’
They are both of different statures too. The guy from the left side is small and lean, but quite ripped. He looks like he has been to a gym quite a bit. The guy from the right side is big and bulky, like he is going through an offseason of bulking for some show. His muscles are thick and massive. Both of the men are wearing the same clothes however, just in their appropriate sizes.
Cooper does think it through for a few moments, but wonders if there is a right direction to take. Both men go back to their original positions on their rocks once Cooper makes his choice. As he walks down the path, he stops to second guess himself before treading along again. He hears someone’s voice at the end of the trail and moves a little faster. When he arrives there, he sees another small muscled man this time in a while suit and white hat.
‘Aye there Cooper glad to see that you made your way to my camp. Why don’t you take a seat here and let me examine you for a minute.’
Cooper sits down while the little man makes his way around him studying his body like he is about to pounce or something. The confused larger man gives him a weird look which draws a few laughs from the muscled short man.
‘Hehe, it’s alright lad. Paddy is just one of many in this clan. I am Ciaran, one of four wizards in the clan that are responsible for developing the armies for reconstruction. You made your choice of the path you want to take with your life and now I am going to make that a reality for you.’
Cooper seems a bit nervous about what he is saying and moves away from him slowly by crawling backwards.
‘Uhh I just picked a direction actually…..i didn’t know which direction to take I just chose one.’
‘Well Cooper, there is no turning back now lad, I am responsible for transforming you into your final form. This won’t hurt too much I promise…..’
‘NO NO! I DON’T WANT WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE ME? PLEASE DON’T…..’
Ciaran grabs his staff lying beside him and chants what seems to be some kind of spell before pointing it directly into Cooper’s direction. The scared man is still trying to crawl away before he feels some kind of heavy force entering his body. He yells in fright as he senses something happening to him. Ciaran rushes behind a nearby tree to peek over the other side to watch what happens next.
Cooper grips the ground beneath him as he feels his body changing rapidly. The muscles in his legs and arms stretch and pop growing wildly as they double up on each other. His clothes quickly shred making way for the additional size that is forming. His chest expands so much he feels himself rising off the ground as his back makes quick work of his shirt. His thick shoulders and delts push his arms further out in front of him as his lats form into giant wings. His immense quads and ass explode through his pants and underwear leaving him completely nude. He groans as he feels everything go numb unaware that he has grown to nearly twice his size.
He finally passes out from the sheer carnage. Ciaran walks over to him and checks to see if he still has a pulse. Three other small muscled men appear out of thin air and cover Cooper in a furry blanket before picking him up and carrying him to a nearby lift. He is placed in a bed on the lift as the machine carries him away from the camp. In less than two minutes, the lift stops moving and he is carried by other small men into a sleeping area.
He awakens a few hours later and doesn’t remember what has happened to him. Paddy sits nearby and gets up to walk over to Cooper still lying in the bed.
‘Well lad, I do believe you made a reasonable choice. Not every man chooses to become the strongman type, but you will be vital in carrying out the hard labor through your reconstruction.’
Cooper seems a bit disoriented, but sits up anyway in his bed. His huge heaving pecs and bulky arms bounce involuntarily. He sees them and yells a little in shock. Paddy laughs and gets up on the bed at the very end beside the strongman. He uncovers Cooper to reveal his massive tree trunks and swollen calves. Cooper flexes them making the striations show through the skin. Paddy punches them making them react. Cooper groans as he does it.
‘OW! Damn that kind of hurt Paddy…..*looks all over his body feeling and flexing* wait is this me? I’m so huge…..i can’t remember what happened to me exactly? Am I supposed to be like this?’
Paddy shakes his head and smiles.
‘You chose this path for yourself mate. You deep down must have wanted to be big and strong because that is the path you took. Those two men you saw in the forest were representations of you. You either wanted to be ripped which would have made you a breeder or you wanted to be enormous which would make you a builder. You chose to be a builder which I admire a lot. Breeders are tricky especially when they are not interested in women.’
Cooper still seems dumbfounded and rubs his pecs with his huge arms. Paddy gets back down off the bed and goes over to get an outfit for the huge man. It is a green suit like his only in Cooper’s immense size.
‘Here you go lad, put it on. I think you are ready to start your new life back on planet Earth. You will know your path once you get back down there. It will all become clearer to you once you get back. As for me, my work is done with you for now. Go now and fulfill your destiny. It was a pleasure meeting you Cooper and I promise we will meet again lad.’
Paddy leaves the sleeping area and vanishes. Cooper puts the suit on and walks out into the open air. He sees the lift come down from the top of the nearby rainbow and stop for him. He gets in it as it takes him back over to the other side. Once he gets off, the lift disappears. As Paddy predicted, Cooper begins to feel things clearing up in his mind. He smiles as he puts on his green hat and waddles his way down the street back into the city. Instead of feeling sadness for the destruction, he feels like there is hope for redemption. Only time will tell if the city will be rebuilt or not.
I had just said good-bye to Reggie and the left the lockerroom when you came in. I made a joke about you being done already while I headed out to go work my arms. Reggie was dressed in a black tank top that hung off of his body and some gray basketball shorts. The only real pop of color on him was his bright red workout shoes, a present from his parents for fighting his eating disorder. While he had beaten anorexia, he was starting to develop anaerobic bulimia, meaning he burned as many calories as he ate, not realizing he was doing it.
"Hey Reggie," Kyle said, placing his gym bag down on the bench. Reggie gave him a confused look, wondering how this guy knew his name. Kyle saw Reggie's puzzled expression. "Oh, I'm Lewis' roommate, he told be all about you." Kyle, of course, had been looking at Reggie through the Chronivac. It might've looked odd if he was just standing around the locker room, so Kyle pretended to change, hiking up his cutoff and tugging his shorts down a bit.
"Cool. Nice to meet you. I'm Reggie," He said quietly as he took off his shirt, revealing his gaunt form. It wasn't as bad as when he was anorexic, but you could still see a few ribs. He stepped over to the old style scale and began to check his weight. He finished it at 145lbs. "Alright another pound," he said to himself. Then, he returned to his locker to grab a black t-shirt and slip it on. It appears he is done with his workout and planning on leaving.
Kyle realized he'd have to keep Reggie in the locker room if he wanted to change him. "Hey Reggie--" he called out. Reggie was reaching for his shirt, paused, and turned toward Kyle. "I uh..." Kyle bit his lip. "I just wanted to say, you're making good progress man. Lewis says you're really bulking up. Keep at it." Reggie smiled meekly, "Oh. Thanks." His weight was going up, but Reggie felt his progress was so slow, he still needed a lot to gain to reach a normal weight. He looked at Kyle, a bit enviously, then back down at his sunken chest.
His chest had started to gain a bit of mass, but the conditioning in his brain ignored it and said it looked as sunken as always. "Thanks dude," he half-heartedly smiled. He didn't know how to accept compliments too well either. Once he put the shirt over his head, his chest had some more mass to it. They just lightly pressed against the shirt, but weren't too noticeable to the untrained eye. He sighed again and reached for his backpack with his bony fingers.
Recovering from his eating disorder, Reggie had begun to notice the size guys like Kyle and Lewis held, and strove to put on muscle mass as he gained weight. But his old habits didn't die easily, he was beginning to feel the opposite. Now being small made him feel weak, it made him feel vulnerable. Reggie sighed, why couldn't he be satisfied with himself? He gently grasped the strap of his backpack. "Wait, Reggie..." He turned again to Kyle. Reggie was getting impatient, even if he wouldn't show it. What did Kyle want from him? "Did you take a shower after your worked out? If you were just exercising, you should probably hop in for a second. Y'know, get yourself cleaned up before you leave..."
Reggie paused for a moment to think. "Didn't I just shower?" He thought to himself. His skin felt moist still, but suddenly it became sweat. "Yes I guess so," he said as he put his bag back into his locker and pulled out an extra set of clothes and his now dry towel. He silently went past the open showers into one with a stall and began to strip, showing his bony physique, save for his fuller chest.
Reggie twisted the shower knob a bit. First came a cold pelting of water, and he shivered, but then a warm mist covered him. Reggie closed his eyes and tried to relax under the warm stream of water. Kyle noticed the warm steam seeping out from under the stall and decided to take the stall neighboring Reggie's. Kyle got undressed in record time, pushing down his shorts and discarding his tank behind him so he dash into the stall. Kyle let the warm water trickle down him and leaned on the stall wall bordering Reggie's. Kyle's voice cut through Reggie's relaxation. "You know Reg, Lewis is always talking about how big you're getting. I think he finds it kind of hot." Reggie's face was turning red, but it might have just been the steam poking his cheeks. Kyle had to have seen how self-conscious he was, was he making fun of him?
Even though he was in his own isolated stall, he tried to cover himself with his gangely limbs. Well borderline gangely, because as they moved under the hot water, they began to fill out slightly to match his meager chest. Water ran in the slight divot between them. "R-r-really...?" He hesitantly asked, his voice shaking. He always felt nervous in the gym showers, but talking with someone in them was never something he had done before.
"Yeah, man..." Kyle purred. "We all see how much of a beast you are in the gym. And those sounds you make when you're lifting, they're so fucking hot." Was it the workout, or were Kyle's words making his heart thump? As his breath sped up, Reggie's little chest began to rise and fall, building a bit more with every intake of air, like a pump. The mass at the top of his chest grew, pushing his nipples down a bit. Then they grew on the sides, out towards Reggie's arm and then inwards, next to each other.
Reggie turned away from the sound of Kyle's voice. "I make n-noises...?" He sounded extremely self-conscious. He didn't like the idea of bringing attention to himself, or his body for that matter. He got some soap from the dispenser and started to furiously rub his hair, trying to get clean quickly. Suds formed and fell onto his more plump chest and washed over his thin stomach. He didn't notice his arms bumping into his pecs more due to their increasing size.
"Oh yeah. Those grunts are a real turn on. It's like you're sceaming, 'Come and fuck me!' Gets all the guys really horned up." The suds on Reggie's body began to rise as his chest developed sharp new contours. They no longer belonged to a thin young man, they were swelling to monstrous sizes, about as big as Reggie's head. His chest stretched far out from Reggie's body and made a sharp drop off. At the bottom of the drop was where Reggie's nipples hung, twice the size they were before and much more sensitive. "Hey bro, you must be pretty swole from that workout. It's getting kind of lonely over here. Mind if I come over and see those sick gains of yours?"
The thought scared Reggie to the core. He was building his self confidence, but he was no where near being comfortable with someone seeing him without a shirt for more than five seconds. Instinctively, he held an arm over his pecs like a girl would trying to hide her boobs. "N-n-no! I'm fine. Please don't come in." His voice sounded very high pitched. He mistakenly brushed against a nipple and felt a moan rise in his throat, but he pushed it back down into his chest.
"Don't... ugh..." Reggie caught an erect nipple between his index and middle finger, and like flipping a switch, Reggie's cock sprang to life. "Wuh-wuh--" he screeched. Reggie's endowment was only average before, at this point, he couldn't even see it over his chest, but his shaft was beginning to pull away from his body, out even further than his chest. His chest! Reggie struggled to keep himself upright, but his pecs were like sandbags weighing down in him. He had to bend over to relieve the weight. As Reggie knelt forward he stared face-down into his enormous cock looking right up at him, and watched wide-eyed as the head of his dick began to grow.
The veins along the sides of his cock pumped as his dick grew thicker. The head of his cock was red and pulsing with his heartbeat. It was wet, but not because of the water running down it. Pre was leaking from the slit in a smooth, shiny stream. It traveled down the entire length before meeting with his balls. Balls that looked swollen than what they normally were. They were the size of larger eggs and stretched his scrotum lower. The prostate in his ass had grown bigger to accommodate all the pre he would produce.
Reggie slowly began to lift himself. His shoulders and upper back were thickening up to accommodate the weight of his chest. Shoulders, traps, and delts flared upwards in tandem, working together to chisel out Reggie's new physique. His thin little stomach, ribcage still exposed, contrasted wildly with the V-shape his upper body created, starting with the oversized lat muscles peeking out on either side of his back and broading up and up and up to a bullish neck and shoulders of heroic proportions. Reggie planted his legs further apart in a wider stance to prepare for the huge muscles building in his thighs and calves, to support his new upper body. He could feel the surge in energy building in his feet and traveling up his thighs, which were swollen so large that, even in Reggie's shoulder-width stance, they rubbed up against each other.
Reggie's feet crack and grew larger, taking up more and more of the shower floor tiles. Veins shot up from the strengthening base of his body. His calves surged in size, there didn't have the diamond shape anymore, but they were probably as hard as diamonds. His quads could put oak trees to shame with their girth. His hips had to widen a bit to make room for his thighs, but that didn't mean he was losing the six pack he was forming. His muscles radiated power from every sinew.
Reg grit his teeth. His face, once shallow and pale, was beginning to look a little more radiant. Malnutrition had made Reg's skin kind of pasty, but now it had a healthy glow to it, fitting for the beautiful golden color it took on. His face, bony and weak, was beginning to look like an oval and more like a square. He swept back his stringy brown hair, and it turned a glossy black. A widow's peak dipped down into his wide forehead. He kept the high cheekbones, prominent from before when he was battling an eating disorder. With his heavy set eyes, pronounced brow, and rough stubble, Greg's intense new features began to swallow Reggie's sunken ones.
A large hand wrapped around his beer can-thick cock as he moaned. "FuuuUUUck. Get in here," he growled sexually. His voice was deep and rumbling, it dripped with confidence and authority. He needed to get off now. He stroked his cock with fevor as he waited for you to come into the stall. Greg was a man of confidence now and loved to be seen naked. He was a sexual beast.
The stall door jumped a little, and Kyle slid in. "You sure? I'm not sure I'll be able to fit in here with all of you." He looked Greg up from head to toe. The meek, bony boy from before was gone without a trace, and in his place was a stunning young man who radiated power all over. Greg swelled with pride as he noticed Kyle scanning every nook and crevice of the muscle that was packed onto his body.
Greg smirked cockily and raised his left bicep into a flex that cause some of the water to jump off of it. Grinning he spoke, "I think you'll find a way to fit. Like what you see?" He brought his other arm up into a flex, causing his lats to flare out. "100% prime beef right here." His cock jutted forward and away from his body, his pre mixing with the water. "And it's juicy."
This is where the RP ends. We may pick it up again sometime, but we are working on another RP now. Hope you enjoyed
“Naw really dude! This game has changed my life, it really does make you healthier!”
“Ok ok I get it, I’ll give it a try. You do sound pretty different… You’ve only been at it for like 3 months, how much have you been playing?”
“Like literally nonstop! I played it so much the company even sent me a promotional t-shirt, it’s awesome, I’m wearing it right now!”
“Oh… Wow you were like what, 140 lbs soaking wet before you left for school… after all that walking you must be a twig.”
“What? 140!? Are you nuts? I haven’t weighed that since like middle school.”
“Middle School? No offense, but you’ve always been like one of the scrawniest guys I know.”
“Dude I’m taking a selfie right now, does this look scrawny?”
“What the hell happened to you, you’re huge!”
“What are you talking about? I’ve only put on like 4 more pounds since moving up here.”
“…Oh… …Where did you say you got that shirt from again?”
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you are a special man because you were born small, so small that you look like a bug, you are not the only one in this world because people like you are called minuses, and all minuses have the same thing in common, they are as small as a bug but they have the capacity not to die because their body is designed to be crushed, flattened etc even if it hurts them, it reform and cannot be dead or cut from blood.
at the age of 18 is when have become alone, the state sent a man to help you in life, he calls him the help to the minus, are role and to help the minus in all the day because the minus does not have a house or a bed made to measure so the help and to help the minus go to his bed but also for all other tasks, normally the help is 24/24 with the minus even in the toilet, help can sleep in the minus bed with him, it all depends on what you planned.
to have the right to this assistance he makes fill a request but also you could choose in a catagolgue your assistance.
you are called quentin, you had a fetish on the muscular man more particularly on their biceps, you had therefore the conditions to have a help, you go on the web site to make the request with evil but the site was well designed because you just needed to type on the keyboard,
the site says "to get help that suits you we need you to answer some questions"
first question "should your helper be?"
choice1: kind is attentive to you
option3: brutal, dominant, who can be mean to you and can hurt you.
you were surprised that he offers the choice 3 puts you like the idea of having a man who takes himself for a god and you a little insignificant thing and that he can even hurt you so you press the 3.
then the site offers some man you can choose with that description
you choose the three too, his name is david, he is very muscular, he cares more about these muscles than anything else, he likes to do a lot of bodybuilding does not know the shower, has armpits full of hair, very domineering, love to grind things in it's mega biceps and other muscles
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He noticed right away the tea his brother had given him tasted weird. The taste was familiar, yet he couldn't exactly tell where he had tasted it before. Then his little brother entered the room, his scrawny body completely on display and tiny cock still leaking droplets of cum, and the hunk realized where he had tasted this peculiar aroma before. The potion he had used to drain the sports team captains of their muscle, height and masculinity had tasted almost the same, only now there was the slightly salty aftertaste of cum lingering in his tea. As he felt himself shrink the hunk realized that he wouldn't be the man of the house any longer, that he'd never be the big guy again. His brother walked over to him, already rubbing his growing cock and sneered at him. "You really shouldn't leave a spell book lieing around in the open, big bro, especially when you share your room with someone."
"Come on man, can't you go faster than that?", the bodybuilder with the ballcap urged the scrawny driver. "I know you wanna go to the gym, but with 800 pounds of muscle squeezed into this car, this is as fast as we get.", the driver said and focussed on the street. "No need to be so angry man.", the guy with the sunglasses on his head replied and watched the hand of one of his friends disappear into his backpack, muttering a few words, "After all the little guy is just a bit hungry." As if on command their driver's stomach rumbled and he pulled over to a nearby gas station. The sunglassed hunk had already started jerking his 11 inch cock, prepared to dump a coupple of loads down the smaller man's gullet before letting the other guys' have their turn. Maybe after today's ride they would use the wishing stone to also welcome the last of their group into their ckub of horsehung nudist bodybuilders. Then again, having a willing cumdump might not be the worst option either.
"It's probably gonna be even bigger than this, babe. We'll have so much fun tonight.", Earl's twunky roommate giggled, obviously excited. The guy was weird, always calling the straight Earl "babe" aand making bad jokes about muscle and sex. If not for the article he had read yesterday Earl would have been worried. But now that he knew there was a special kind of fertilizer that was used in this area whole lot of stuff made more sense. Like how there only seemed to be couples of extremely muscular and handsome gay men around. Or why his breakfast had tasted so weird. Or why his clothes felt like they were getting tighter by the second. Or why Earl had the urge to fuck the twunk's sexy bubble butt raw.
"Dude, it's like my finger is getting crushed between two rocks.", the debate team captain said, admiring the insanely huge chest of his friend, that was adorned by a network of fire hose like veins, "But at least my guns are far bigger than yours." With that the debate team captain threw his arms up itno a double biceps pose and flexed hard, making the peaks jump and easily pushing them past 20 inches. "Come on dudes, stop that. You know we still have to do our contest.", the chess team captain stopped his two friends, still absentmindedly rubbing his chiseled eightpack through the fabric of his tanktop. Finally the Dungeonmaster of their DnD group stopped flexing his pecs and threw his pals a grin. "Yeah, let's see who can dump the most loads into the quarterback's sexy bubble butt.", he cheered and followed his friends in the direction of the locker room where the twinky football player was already greedily waiting for his hungry hole to be filled.
"You'll have to wait until tomorrow to get one of these.", Grandma Robinson scolded her grandchildren, her powerful forearm becoming a bulging mass of veins and muscle as she gripped the rolling pin harder. Her grandchildren just pouted, but they knew it was no use trying to argue with their grandma. It had been futile to try and do that ever since she but that new spice from her quirky friend, the very spice that made a 25-year-old hunk out of the retiree. Sure, it was pretty cool having someone as huge as her around to keep bullies away, but the seemingly endless stream of twinks that she basically drilled into the mattress everyday had gotten annoying pretty fast. That's why the hunk's grandchildren desperately wanted a cookie too. Something that looked a lot like the hunkification spice had been used in their making after all.
"Holy shit Sarah, is that Matt?"
"Yeah Judy, who else would it be. Unlike him I don't cheat on my partner."
"But isn't Matt more of a crossfit guy? There's no way this huge bull is him."
"Trust me he is. I just decided to use a little something I found on his phone to make a few ... adjustments."
"You don't mean that jerk had a Chronivac on his phone, do you? These things are so amazing."
"Hell yeah he had. And he didn't even try to hide it. And there are so many options for changes too. Just look at him, he's so fucking sexy now. Finally I can make him as huge as I like."
"Oh Sarah, you were always a size queen but I didn't know you were into bulls. On a side note, is there any way I could borrow that things? Paul could really need a little upgrade himself."
"There's no way I'll ever give that thing away, but I'll see what I can do for Paul after riding my totally faithful fiance another time."
The hunk chuckled as he read through all the messages that he had received on his Instagram account and took anothe sip of the magic potion that would let him continue his life as the pornstar he was now. His monstercock already got hard again below the laptop, even though he just had one of his personal twinks drain him some minutes ago. He grinned at the astonishing amount of nude pics that had been sent as well as the hundreds of messages asking him for a private session. The hunk downed the rest of the potion and felt reality steady itself. In the last week he had felt a few facades of his old life as a pathetic virgin nerd resurface, but now all the world remembered again was the undisputed porn king he was. Just then another message popped up on his computer, it was from his agent and told him the date of the next film shoot. The hunk just laid the laptop aside and called the nearest twink from the garden. the thought of his old life and his new hunky form had him really horny and if he wanted to be on time for the award ceremony in a couple of hours he really should start getting drained now.
I know I haven't been around much, this is a little something... very little something, just an idea I had rolling around in my head.
The last few years had been pretty difficult for Santa up in the cold dark North Pole, his real-estate was melting away and mega corporations with their super fast delivery were cutting into his profit margins.
He needed something to give him an edge, he’d been selectively breeding flying reindeer for centuries and he wasn’t gonna get any new mileage out of that. His sleigh had also been rocket powered since the 60s, so no faster deliveries from that.
The workshop was top of the line, cutting edge technology everywhere. Santa has always been an innovator, the second robotic assembly lines were a thing he’s got a few set up in his shop, when warehouse drones started to pop up Santa went and got himself a fleet to speed up the ferrying of toys around the workshop.
Then Santa had his eureka moment. It was his workforce that needed a change, that needed innovation. The elves needed an update.
He first thought about longer working days and shorter lunch breaks, but the elves had surprisingly iron clad contracts and vicious union. Santa couldn’t touch the contracts.
Maybe it was magic that was the answer.
Santa always used magic to speed himself up, maybe he could do the same to elves, get a stronger, hardier workforce. Maybe even have them pick up some of the delivery jobs on his behalf. Santa felt that he could use a little rest after the last few centuries, sending a couple.. or couple dozen magically enhanced elves out.
The results went beyond Santa’s wildest dreams. Within days of unleashing his magic on the elves they’d begun to change, some got taller, some got heavier.
But by the end of the week with Christmas fast approaching Santa had several dozen elves who looked nothing like elves.
Some like Gumdrop were a towering 6’7 with muscles unrivalled by anything in the world beyond, or they were like Sugarplum and were only 6’3 but had a dick like the fattest sugarcane at the North Pole. Santa didn’t know why some elves were more affected by the magic, but he wasn't arguing with the results.
For many of the elves they now found themselves too big for their world, their giant wide feet would hang out the end of their small bunk bed, annoying the smaller elf trapped in the bunk below. Doorways and ceilings in the elf building were too short for many elves now, and their clothes were struggling to contain their enhanced muscles and stretched out heights.
Santa got them to work, while using his magic on any and all elves who wanted the change. Many were signing up, but some were worried about the change.
They didn’t like having to lookup at their fellow elves, especially ones like Sweetpea who’d grown massive hairy concrete slab like pecs which his enlarged elf clothes couldn’t hold back.
Santa didn’t pay any attention to the naysayers. Even when some of the smaller elves started getting used to relieve the swollen bull nuts of their larger fellows.
Some elves were relishing their new size, they even created a gym in one of the old reindeer stables, lifting heavy sets of Christmas presents to work their magically bulging muscles.
When Christmas arrived Santa just sat back in his gingerbread house and drank some sherry while his workforce of beastly muscle bound elves flew around the world delivering presents. Santa was the boss after all, so why would he be doing the grunt work.
A few elves didn't actually go out and do their jobs, they just stayed in their bunks seeing how many gooey loads their smaller fellows could swallow.
The next day when the world was busy opening presents Santa went to check out how his elves did.
The results weren’t quite what he expected.
Some elves had had a bit too much fun while out in the world for the first time.
Cotton and his brother Candy had ended up raiding a frat row for hunky boys to bring back, they’d returned hours late having left an entire frat full of Christmas cheer.
One elf even brought a very happy Australian surfer boy back to the North Pole and was keeping him warm by letting his hulking brothers gang bang the cute blond hunk’s eager mouth and ass.
Some elves hadn’t even come back at all.
Tom Holland was growing more famous by the day, and his current bodyguard just couldn't keep up with keeping him safe. It was unfortunate but he had to be fired. his bodyguard, Bill, wasn't happy to hear this, but still remained professional about it. His management was in search of a new one when they were approached by some scientists. The scientists told Tom and his manager that they were doing genetic research and could develop the ideal man to protect Tom, so that he would never need a new bodyguard. The idea seemed cool and very helpful to Tom. He still liked Bill so he called him up, telling him the opportunity. When Bill heard the idea, he happily agreed, Tom oblivious to his ulterior motives. You see, Bill was gay, and had always thought Tom was cute, the ideal twink. But he never acted on it as he knew Tom was straight. But now, he still wanted Tom, and wanted revenge, so he saw this as an opportunity for both.
Bill was not shabby by any means, having still been a bodyguard. He was tall, standing around 6'4", good looking, muscular, and decently hung. But it apparently wasn't good enough for Tom. Bill couldn't wait to see what the little twink would think of his new body once he was transformed. Bill had a meeting with the researchers and realized that Tom had left them to do all the decision making for how he would look and how big he would be. Bill explained to them that he wanted to be as big as possible, to which they were eager to comply as that would give them more data. During the meeting, Bill found that they were all incredibly attractive, being studs. They said that it was all a result of the procedure. After some planning, Bill was happy with the final result of what was soon to be him, something that would easily make him the biggest, strongest man on earth.
Bill woke up from the procedure to find that he was in rather comfortable bed. A researcher asked him how he was feeling, he was monitoring him to make sure he was awake. He felt amazing, energy coursing trough every fiber of his being. He got up to find that he now towered over the researcher, who he used to be the same height as. The small man barley made it up to his abs. The researcher seemed dazed, but Bill just ignored it and looked at the massive mirror on the wall.
He was beautiful, the results were amazing. The first thing he noticed was that his skin was now much darker. Previously being quite pale, he was now a mocha brown. He was shocked to see this as it wasn't something that he had decided on with the researchers, but he loved it. Also, despite being muscular before his transformation, he was now absolutely jacked, his muscles were huge. Every part of his body now screamed alpha.
He turned to the researcher and noted again that he was quite dazed. "Hey bud, whats wrong?" Bill asked. The researcher looked at him and clearly had to gather his thoughts to say "Your musk, we amplified the amount of musk you produce and its effects, and it's making it hard to concentrate" he answered. Bill just chuckled, the fools turned him into the perfect alpha male, a man built for sex. Speaking of which, Bill was only wearing some incredibly stretched out underwear. He reached into them and heaved out a huge cock. It was by far the largest cock that Bill had seen, easily passing the 16" mark and only being soft. He looked back at the researcher and noticed that he was staring at his cock. "You want this?" Bill asked shaking his cock, his now grapefruit sized balls feeling rather full. The researcher just nodded and dropped to his knees.
After what was about 6 hours of non-stop fucking, every single researcher in the facility was passed out with thick cum leaking out of their big muscle asses. Bill now looked at the white board that the head researcher wanted him to look at before Bill fucked him senseless. It was a list of exercises that they wanted him to do for data. Bill was happy to test his new strength, so he put on a jockstrap that barley contained his massive cock and proceeded to go through tons of workouts which demonstrated his extraordinary strength. Once he was done he grabbed his phone and put on a tank top and some sweatpants that did little to hide his obscene bulge. He kept the same jock on, now stained with sweat and precum, because he had plans for it later. He then texted Tom that he was ready to resume being his bodyguard, learning that it has been about a week since he first went under for the procedure.
Tom replied almost instantly telling Bill that the first thing that he needed him to do was to come to the hotel suite that he was staying at so that he could start his job again. Tom also said that he was completely alone at the suite, which Bill laughed at thinking about how perfect the situation is for his plan. Bill went to the hotel that Tom told him to arrive at and knocked on the door, noting that his eyes were at the top of the door frame.
When Tom opened the door, he was greeted with Bill's massive bulge, Tom's already short height only coming up to Bill's now huge cock. Tom just looked up having to almost lean back to look at Bill's face and squeaked "H-hey Bill." Bill just let out a loud booming laugh "Hey there squirt, think I can protect you now?" He said this as he walked into the suite, slapping Tom's bubble butt on the way in, soliciting a small yelp. Once he closed the door, Tom was already struggling to think clearly, the musk clearly having an effect on him. Bill just went and sat on a couch near Tom, man spreading and taking up the entire couch, "Sit here, lets catch up" Bill commanded, slapping one of his big legs to indicate where he should sit. Tom just meekly replied "I can sit on the other couch" and started to walk to it. Bill just grabbed Tom's thin waist with his big hands and pulled him into his lap, his big cock pressing into Tom's back. "So kid, what do you think of my new size?" Bill asked. Tom struggled out the response "It's g-great", the musk clearly melting his mind slowly now that hes smelling even more of it. "L-look Bill, it's late, can I sleep?" Tom asked, barley aware that he's asking his employee for permission to do something so simple as going to sleep. As Tom got up, Bill gave his ass another slap, watching it jiggle as Tom slightly limped away, his ass stinging.
After about 30 minutes, Bill entered Tom's room naked. From years of working with him, he knew that Tom was a heavy sleeper, so he wasn't afraid to get to work. He was quick with tying Tom to the bed, spreading his legs and arms. At this point, Tom woke up, he looked at Bill with a look of shock and fear, but before he could say anything, Bill gagged him with the jockstrap that he was wearing and covered it with a cup.
Tom struggled in the restraints, trying and failing to escape. He was trying to say things but they were just coming out as muffled moans. Bill just laughed, "This is what you get for firing me, but if it makes you feel better, you're going to make a great cock sleeve." With this Bill left the room. He laid in bed in the other bedroom listening to Tom's moans and groans slowly die down as the musk took away any urge to escape, both of them falling asleep.
Bill woke up the next morning and went into Tom's to find that he was awake and hard. He went up to Tom's face and whispered into his ear "Do you want to be my slut, do you want to worship every part of my body, do you want to be my slave that is good for nothing other than emptying my balls into, do you finally want to be the thing you were born for, servicing my big black cock?" to which everything Tom eagerly nodded yes to, his mind clearly rid of any thought of being straight or dominant. "Good boy" Bill grunted as he untied Tom and took off the cup. He just put his cock up to Tom's mouth and he began to eagerly suck. He was clearly a virgin when it came to men. He probably would've struggled with a normal cock, but he could barley handle Bill's massive one. Bill just kept on working and working, eventually getting about 5'" of cock in his ass and mouth. It was a pretty big achievement considering how thick it was and that Tom was a virgin. He worked with what he could manage in the first of many fuck sessions and fucked Tom's ass with only 5" and dumped a massive load into his ass. With this, Tom was overwhelmed with pleasure and passed out, his ass up, hole gaping, with gallons of cum pouring out. Bill knew that he still had a far way to go with the slut, but couldn't do it here. So, he grabbed Tom and managed to secretly carry him out of the hotel and put him in his car and drive away.
By now a month had passed. Everyone in the world was searching for Tom Holland, the young star that dissipated. Bill had Tom in his basement on a bed waiting for him patiently, like the obedient slave that he is. Bill just made sure that all the cameras were working before finally hitting start, staring the stream. It was an online stream where currently the only image was Tom patiently waiting on the big bed. The world started to freak out, hoping that nothing bad was going to happen to Tom. Little did they know that he was living his dream. Once there were over 1 million people watching the stream, Bill told Tom to start. He looked at one of the cameras and just said "Hi world, I'm Tom Holland, and I am now a sex slave for my master Bill. This is completely consensual and is all I want in life. I want no one to search for me as this is the only place where I want to be." After that he looked at Bill in the eyes and begged "Okay sir, now please use me, It's already been at least 12 hours since you've fucked me." Bill just chuckled and walked on screen getting on the bed, his massive cock in view. He started to use Tom for hours, he fucked his throat and ass several times, filling him with more and more cum as Tom just kept mindlessly begging for more. The training that Tom had went through was evident as he could now easily take all of Bill's massive fuck stick. Finally after many loads, Bill pulled out, Tom's hole gaping, overflowing with cum. Bill just turned to the screen while Tom laid ass up, satisfied. Bill spoke "See world, all it takes is a nice big black dick for your idols to fall, but I think he's happy" He said looking at Tom, who moaned happily in agreement. He continued "If any other celebrities want to be like little Tom here, just send me a message, this will be a 24-hour stream, but I'm going to take a little break" He said as he got up and left. Bill was already a millionaire, making tons of money as people donated to watch Tom get fucked. As Bill left he looked at his phone, chuckling to see that there were already several messages from other celebrities that messaged him begging to be used.
As I worked up a sweat on the treadmill at the gym I couldn't help but gaze longingly at the big beefy muscle dudes grunting and heaving those really heavy weights in the free weight section. As they high fived each other after their heavy lifts and felt each others muscles, I secretly longed to take one of them home.
But I already had a boyfriend, Jae, a cute Asian twink who made me a very happy guy except for his definiate lack of muscle and adversion to going to the gym with me. It's not like I am a big muscle bro myself either. I am slightly overweight and just look like an average middle aged guy with blond hair and glasses. I mean, if you look up “high school history teacher” in the dictionary you’d find a picture of a guy like me. I just fit the mold of my chosen profession I guess. But I really find muscle guys attractive. I mean, a big hulking muscle brute is such a turn on. But no such guy would ever be interested in me. We are in completely different social categories, different worlds. So I feel lucky to have my cute twink boyfriend. I mean, I could be alone, right? I tried to get Jae to come to the gym with me, tried to get him to drink some protein shakes and bulk up, but he just wasn't interested. Lately, he would just get pissed off when I asked him to come work out with me saying "why can't you just love me for who I am?" I told him that I did love him but he would look so hot with a little bit of muscle on him. To which he would always reply "Well, if you like muscle so much why don't you work on getting bigger yoursef?" Truth is, I've tried. I watch what I eat and work out regularly but I do like my morning donut and and am more of a cardio guy than a free weights guy anyway. So I would just have to be content with gazing at the muscle dude eye candy at the gym.
As I was getting off the treadmill I bumped into my friend Drew. He was all to familar with my woes and struggles with my boyfriend Jae. Maybe I shouldn't have vented to him so much, but I needed someone to talk to about it. Talking to Jae was pointless. Drew was a cute guy, mousy brown hair, decent build. "Hey, Jeff! Just the guy I've been looking for!" Drew had an air of excitement about him today. "What's up Drew?” “I found the solution for your problem with Jae!" "Look, there is no 'problem' with Jae ok?" I muttered exasperated. "Oh sure... I mean...well, you know what I mean!" Drew sheepishly mumbled. "Anyway, see that guy over there in the white tank top?" Drew motioned toward the free weight area of the gym. My eyes practically bulged out of my head. In the free weight area was a massive bodybuilder in a white tank top and white compression pants that hugged his powerhouse quads and glutes. His tank top was stretched to the limit by his boulder shoulders and massive jutting pecs. He was so wide and bulky. How had I missed him when I was on the treadmill. He had a decent face but it was no comparison to his gorgeous, almost over muscled, body. "Holy shit" I muttered under my breath. "Yeah, him!" Drew grinned and smacked me on the shoulder. "Anyway, you go talk to him. He's got a solution to your Jae problem." "What the hell are you talking about? I don't want Jae beat up!” I replied confusedly. Drew just laughed, "he's not going to beat him up! He's got some stuff that can help make Jae bigger -- whether he wants to be or not!" Drew winked mischeviously and sauntered off. I stood there for a minute trying to process what he had just said. Then I looked over at the big muscle guy again and saw him looking at me. To my surprise he was motioning me over. I looked around assuming he was looking at someone else. But he was actually motioning to me. I took a big gulp of air and cautiously walked toward the muscle hulk.
"Are you Jeff?" the big guy purred in a deep bass. Jesus! he was even bigger up close.
I had never been this close to a big bodybuilder like this and my eyes didn't know where to look. It was more than I could mentally process. This guy was totally jacked with striated, veiny, rock-hard muscle. J...Jeff...um...yeah...that's me" I stammered like an idiot. The big guy broke into a huge grin and laughed in his deep bass. I think the entire gym could feel the rumble. "I'm Lance. Drew told me everything, come with me", he turned and waddled toward the locker room. As I followed his massive legs that rolled around each other as he walked; I sucked in a deep breath at the sight of his huge basketball sized glutes straining the flimsy fabric of his lycra leggings. The locker room was empty as we both entered it and my mind briefly shifted to annoyance. I would have to bitch out Drew for telling this complete stranger about the problems Jae & I were having. Lance opened his locker and started fishing around in his gym bag with a big meaty paw. "Here is is!" he grinned and handed me a small test tube of clear liquid. "What is it?" I asked as I rolled it around in my hand and held it up to the light. "It's the juice bro! Muscle grow juice" the guy grinned and flexed a huge bicep in my face. "Get your boyfriend to drink this and he definately won't be such a tiny twink anymore". My mouth went dry as I struggled to understand. "Is this real...?” I stammered stupidly. "Does this look real to you?" Lance took my hand and placed it on his rock hard huge chest. I could feel the warm, hard, striated muscle. I could feel myself getting hard. "Oh shit..." I started to moan, as I grabbed at the thick pec meat. “You really like big muscles don't ya, cutie-pie?" Lance grinned. "Did he just say I was cute?!". My mind was reeling as I struggled for something to say. "Um...are there any side effects?" I stammered. "Well, it affects each guy differently but everyone experiences extreme muscle growth. Some guys lose some intelligence, or experience cock growth or shrinking. It just depends. How badly do you want your boyfriend to look like me?" "So badly!" I groaned almost shooting my load in my pants at just the thought of Jae being a huge muscle guy. "You better get home to that guy of yours" Lance grinned. "He is one lucky dude to have a guy like you". Lance leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek before he sauntered off leaving me totally at a loss for words.
I don't think I drove very carefully all the way home. I was way too distracted. Once I got home I saw that Jae wasn't home from work at his interior design job yet. I carefully made him his favorite post work cocktail and made myself one as well. Then I emptied the glass vial of clear liquid into his drink and stirred it around. If this muscle growth formula worked I was definiately going to need a drink too, I thought to myself as an evil smile crossed my face. Then I ordered a pizza for dinner. Jae got home from work a few minutes later and was in an especially foul mood. "Hey babe! I made you a cocktail" I handed him the laced drink as I kissed his cheek. "Work was awful today!" Jae ranted. "I'm sorry babe. I think this evening will get much better". Jae stared at me suspciously. Just then the doorbell rang and I put my drink on the table to get the pizza from the delivery boy. When I came back Jae was already sitting at the table sipping his drink. My heart was racing! "What's the matter with you today? You're so freaking jumpy" Jae glared at me through his thick black rimmed glasses. "I must just still be hyped up from my workout" I muttered as I took a big gulp from my own cocktail. Jae and I ate our pizza I near silence. I guess I hadn't realized how strained our relationship had become. As I ate I looked at Jae for any sign on muscle growth. I didn't notice a thing. I had forgot to ask how long it would take to work (if it worked at all). As I finished my cocktail and munched my pizza I started to feel a little dizzy and warm. "You ok?" Jae looked up at me. "Yeah. Why?" I asked gasping for breath, I took off my glasses and wiped my forehead. “Well for one thing you are sweating through your shirt" Jae rolled his eyes, "it's digusting". I looked down and saw that indeed the armpits of my t-shirt were soaked with sweat. My arm looked strange too, thicker somehow. I felt so strange. "Wh...what's happening?" I whimpered. “What's happening is that Drew called me from the gym and told me about your sick plan to drug me up!" Jae sneered with distain in his voice. "So, when you went to get the pizza I switched my drink with yours". I stared at Jae trying to comprehend what he was saying but my head was feeling cloudy. “Wha...Jae...switch?” I managed to mumble.
I felt so heavy and bulky. I looked down and realized that I couldn't see over my pecs. Holy shit! I had pecs?!! There was this big shelf of flesh blocking my view. Just then I heard my shirt tearing and my pecs flopped out, thick nipples pointing toward the floor as my massive chest swelled into two thick pillows of beef. “Help...me!” I moaned as I could feel my shoulders swell and my crack as it flared wider as well. “Oh fuck! Look at you! You overgrown roided out pig. You wanted to do this to me?! How does it feel, freak?" Jae laughed. I looked down at my bulging body in confusion. With the growth in muscle, my intellect had definately shrunk. I flexed my swelling arms and watched the corded muscle bulge and saw the thick purple veins snaking under my skin. I felt slow and dumb. "Drew and I have been secretly seeing each other for months now, dumbass!" Jae sneered. "This was the perfect way to get back at you for always being on me about working out! You like big muscles! Well, you’ve got em!” As I tried to stand up I could feel my pants tearing open, freeing my enormous quads. I was unsteady on my feet as I tried to adjust to my added bulk. How big was I anyway? “Now I'm going to dump you, you overgrown moron." "J...Jae... and Drew...a couple?!" I stammered foolishly as Jae grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "I can't believe I dated you for so long! Your muscle fetish is disgusting! See ya, freak!” Jae slammed the door as he left. I made a fist and watched the veins snake across my forearm. It actually felt really good as I flexed by powerful arms and watched the hard, straited muscle bulge. I cupped my thick pec and it was bigger than my hand. I shivered in pleasure as I touched my big, sensitive nipple”. “Oh fuck! Feels so good!" I heard myself mumble in a deep, slightly dumb voice. "Big, swole, muscle bro!". My thick cock started leaking pre cum as it swelled up out of my remaining tattered underwear. "Big, fat, muscle dick too" I moaned as I grabbed my thick shaft and started to jerk my meat mindlessly. “Fuuucccckk!” I moaned loudly as what felt like a gallon of cum sprayed out of my monster cock. I rubbed the cum on my hand across my huge pecs and ran my finger into my mouth, tasting my own salty muscle spunk.
Just then there was a loud knock on the door. I looked up, embarrassed at my nakedness and enormous size. “Jae must have come back” I muttered as I crossed to the door. As I opened the door, it wasn’t Jae on the threshold but Lance, the huge hunky bodybuilder from the gym. “Well, holy fuck!” Lance growled as he grabbed his swelling dick in his tight white shorts, “look at you!” I blushed in embarrassment and mumbled stupidly “I...I got bigger...”. “Yeah, no shit hot stuff!” Lance smirked. “I decided to follow you home. When I saw your little boyfriend leave, I figured something must not have gone according to plan”. “Jae...tricked me...thinks...I’m...” I swallowed back the lump in my throat “...I’m a disgusting freak”. Lance placed his hand on my thick shoulder and leaned in placing a passionate wet kiss on my lips. As I gave in to the emotions I was feeling, I felt my muscular pecs and abs smash against Lance’s. I moaned softly as Lance’s tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I felt his strong hands cup my ample bubble butt. I hugged his wide powerful lats lowering my hands to slap his big muscle ass. As we pulled away from each other Lance smiled and held my hand. “Damn boy! This is truly and unexpected pleasure! You are hot as fuck muscle daddy!” As I panted and pulled Lance in to me I purred “so are you, my muscle stud”. I grabbed Lance and pulled him to the sofa where we went to town exploring each other’s muscles and fucking each other like men possessed. “I hope Jae doesn’t come back” Lance grinned. “Who’s Jae?” I asked with a confused smirk before talking Lance’s thick cock into my mouth.
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"And you are sure that's a good idea Tyler? You know what this stuff can do!" Mike said eyeing the small flask with the slightly milky substance inside.
Tyler just sighed. "We've been over this, who cares if we are gay afterwards? It's not like that is a big deal anymore! Besides, this is our opportunity to finally put that asshole in his place! Or do you want to hide your bruises from your family for the foreseeable future?"
Mike winced, holding his arm and remembering for a short moment how Kai had come close to breaking it. Neither he nor Tyler knew what that guys deal was. Kai and his gang had just one day chosen both of them as their favorite target for their bullying, seemingly at random. Perhaps it had something to do with Mike being latino or Tyler being nerdy, who knew. Kai didn't even throw any explanatory slurs at them, he just beat them up (especially Mike, leaving Tyler for his buddies), ruined any homework they happened to take with them at that moment and threatened them to not tell their parents or he would make their lifes even more of a living hell. And since Kai's parents were the richest people in town, with considerable influence over the high school, Tyler and Mike didn't even feel safe telling their teachers. Tyler, having been bullied for much of his life until meeting and befriending the much more popular Mike was especially shaken by all of this. The memories were still too fresh and only the extremely close friendship that the two had developed over the years had slowly begun to heal those old wounds. That was, until now.
They felt powerless, seeing as Kai, the star quarterback of the school, was also considerably bigger and stronger than both of them. At least until they heard about supersteroids. They were all over the news lately. The stuff spread like a wildfire and even quarantines didn't help much. Too many people were willing to ignore the side effects in favor of what the substance promised: Incredible virility, gigantic muscles and nearly inhuman endowment. Tyler and Mike mostly cared for the strength and power it would give both of them though. And it wasn't exactly hard getting a sample of it. Especially when, like in Mike's case, your father is a biologist trying to study it. Sure, the samples were tightly locked in his dads lab, but why would his father expect that a small visit by his son had ulterior motives?
Now that they got it Mike felt unsure about the whole thing. "Of course not, but I also want them to recognize me afterwards! Who knows what exactly it will do to my body or my mind, they said the changes were always severe and sometimes random. And... quite frankly I don't know whether we are doing the right thing here..."
Tyler took the flask in a swift motion, put it at his mouth and drank most of the contents in one go. "Suit yourself, I want this fucker to pay! Here, once you come to your senses you can drink the rest and join me." Mike was speechless, Tyler had always been the more care- and thoughtful one of them. Such impulsive actions were totally out of character for him... or perhaps he just had never noticed this side of his friend's personality before. He just looked on as Tyler first became very quiet, then began to moan and quiver. His clothes started to fit him better, then worse again as his muscles expanded inside of them. What had been a very thin neck seemingly barely capable of holding up his head filled with brawn, his nearly non-existant chest suddenly pulsing outward, ripping of most of his shirt, with his new cannonball-like deltoids undoing the rest. His back pushed his perfect new biceps to the side, widening his frame to thrice the width it had before. He constantly had to adjust his stance because of his massively developing wheels and the horse cock and melon-sized balls that were both slowly growing towards his knees.
"Fuck, this is so good Mike, you have to try it!" Tyler exclaimed, not even surprised by his voice dropping by at least two octaves. His face shifted, his skin was clearing, his hair becoming shorter and his jaw stronger. A small alteration of his brows and forehead caused his glasses to fall off of him, and Tyler gladly crushed them beneath his still growing and already huge feet. He didn't need them anymore anyway. As the compound flooded his mind his whole demeanor changed, gone was the apparently shy and cowardly nerd, replaced not by something strange and alien, but by the Tyler that he had always wanted to be: Strong, in control, assertive. Dominant. He couldn't, he didn't want to hold back any longer. With a loud roar he came, shooting buckets of cum all around him.
When it was finally over the new Tyler stood in a puddle of his own cum, broken glass and destroyed clothing, panting heavily. He took the previously prepared red bandana that had miraculously survived the torrent and put it on. Then he looked at his friend Mike, covered in his cum. He had clearly swallowed at least some of it by accident, his body already starting to tremble in preparation for his transformation. Tyler looked on with approval. Seemed like his friend didn't need to be convinced of taking the stuff after all. He watched Mike's body expanding while clenching his fist and palming it with his other hand. That fucker Kai would soon learn his lesson...
Kai was sitting on his computer when he heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. Strange, he thought, no one should be here right now except for me... He wasn't even able to react before the door to his room was violently ripped open, revealing a fantastically handsome musclebound guy with a massive, barely concealed cock. Kai was so shocked that Tyler had no problem grabbing him by his throat, then sucker punching him into his (admittedly quite hard) stomach, before throwing him onto the ground. Kai tried to get up and flee, but a second, hooded figure appeared directly in front of him, even bigger than the first one and threw him back on the ground.
Before he could even comprehend what he was seeing Tyler was already on top of him, punching him in his face, with the first strike breaking the previously immaculate nose of the quarterback, and the second breaking of a small piece of teeth.
"Doesn't feel so good, being powerless, right?" Tyler asked, reveling in his testosterone-fueled rage and the feeling of his new body's incredible strength. Blood, snot and tears ran down Kais broken face, but he couldn't answer, Tyler's weight on top of him prohibited him from breathing. "Remember to bully someone your own size next time!" Tyler said, starting to throw the final punch... before being stopped mid-air by Mike.
"Let me go. He deserves this!" Tyler growled, trying to free his thick arms from Mike's steel-like grip. "No. This isn't right Tyler. He's already down. Let. Him. Go." Mike's new voice was soothing and powerful at the same time, finally calming his friend down a bit. Tyler stood up, his hands still covered in blood. "This should be a lesson for..." He didn't continue, instead staring at Kai's computer, which was still clearly playing some kind of gay porn. Now that his anger was quenched a bit his enhanced libido took over again and he felt his cock getting harder at this sight. But that wasn't even what was primarily on his mind. "You are gay?" he asked Kai, who just whimpered a little, then nodded. Tyler felt his anger flare up again. "Don't fucking tell me that's the reason you were bullying us! I know how macho the football team is, if they knew that their star player was gay... so you just beat up random people weaker than you to put up a facade? Is that it? You are unbelievable!"
"Not random... couldn't tell... my parents..." Kai mumbled, out of breath and not quite coherent. "I just wanted... what you guys have... my parents would disown me if they knew. My football friends... they would abandon me. I just felt so angry about all of this... and..."
Even with his bloodied face it was clear that Kai was blushing. "... I... would never be able to tell you how I feel... about you Tyler..."
For a short moment even the supersteroid induced changes couldn't stop the old and shy Tyler from resurfacing. Kai, the massive quarterback, who had bullied and threatened them... had feelings for little, unsure, nerdy Tyler? Trying to get through a haze of conflicting feelings Tyler asked: "W-Why did you attack us if you feel that way? It doesn't make sense!"
"Because he thought we were together." Mike suddenly stated very matter-of-fact. "He saw us hanging out all the time and became so frustrated with his situation that he let out his anger on us. That's why he only beat me up, not you. He feared that his group would question him sparing you, so he let them beat you up. Am I right?"
Kai teared up again and tried to look away ashamed, but nodded slightly. The sight of someone so obviously broken was enough to finally calm Tyler's fury. He looked at his blood-tainted hands, then to Mike, who just sighed, letting his massive pecs bounce slightly. "I told you that this didn't feel right. We wanted to take revenge on him by becoming stronger than him and then showing him how it feels like to be powerless and hurt. Seems to me that he was already in that situation. And seeing him beaten like that... doesn't feel as satisfactory as I imagined. Feels more like we just did to him what he did to us. I don't really feel great about that. He is an idiot, and needs a wake up call, but the real problem lies elsewhere. Isn't there any way we can use all of this...," he flexed his enormous pecs and arms, "to actually help all of us?"
Tyler looked down at Kai, then slowly reached out to him with his thick hands. Kai at first shied away, but then noticed that Tyler was just trying to clean the blood from his face and let it happen. "You are right. It's hard for me to say that, but... I'm sorry Kai. You are definitely a moron for doing what you did... but so was I. Let's patch you up and then we'll help you get through your issues." Kai nodded as enthusiastically as he could in his condition and whispered "Thank you". "I think I already have an idea how we could do this actually!" Mike said, looking at the gay porn and feeling his cock stirring. He stepped towards Tyler and whispered something in his ear. Tyler began to grin, then nod.
"Don't thank us yet!" Mike said with a mischievous grin. Both he and Tyler fished out their footlong cocks, pointing them at the flabbergasted Kai. "This will be a long night for you as well. But believe us: It will be worth going through everything before for this!"
"Wow, what kind of stuff did that guy take?" "Must be one of these faggot supersteroid freaks, those degenerates are all over the news." "You shouldn't trust everything on the news. Definitely looks like one of those older queer gym bunnies though. Probably all puffed up muscle with nothing behind it." "Probably here to perv on some real men. We should probably teach him a lesson." "Not while coach is here. Perhaps after the training. Let's ignore him for now." "By the way, where is our QB? Probably wants in on that action later on as well!" "Haven't seen him in days, coach is threatening to replace him already. Probably just slacking off knowing that his parent's money will keep him in the team." The football players finished rehydrating and went back onto the field.
Kai was mildly surprised that no one was recognizing him. Granted, the 200 pounds of pure muscle mass that had been added to his body and the extreme masculinisation of his face had definitely changed his appearance considerably. And he did look older now, for whatever reason. But all in all his broad face had remained the same. Perhaps it was the fact that he wore a suit today. Even with all his enhanced features he was nervous and excited at the same time, and somehow wearing a very form-fitting suit was calming his nerves considerably. Someone tapped his incredibly large shoulders. He looked up to Tyler's own huge body and immediately felt a pleasant jolt going through his cock. "Hey big guy. How is the plan going?" Tyler asked, grabbing his own expanding bulge. "Well, they all drank the water. They seemed to be so distracted by me sitting here that they probably didn't even notice anything strange." Kai grinned, looking at the players on the field. "Probably takes a few minutes for the effects to be noticeable. Mike is already at the water tower, and I'm pretty sure his balls looked even bigger than before. Let's see how long it takes until the whole town will feel a bit... different."
"And what about your parents? I think we can't wait until that happens before you tell them, they are already organizing search partys for you!" "I must admit, I'm still a bit afraid to face them... I mean, look at me, now I'm a real muscle bull and I'm still too much of a chicken shit to tell my parents. I really am a moron." Tyler looked Kai deep in the eyes. "Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time."
Kai couldn't stop himself and gave Tyler a short kiss. "Thank you! For nearly everything!" he said smiling, scratching the small scar on his nose that the supersteroid-filled cum hadn't been able to repair. "Let's have some fun later on again, once Mike is back." "You mean like the fun we had for the last 48 hours?" Tyler laughed. Kai laughed too, hugging him and observing the football players slowly growing out of their clothes.
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Welcome to Packing Heat! The game of bluffing in the buff.
Today we have two contestents, Mark!
You know the rules, it's their job to convince us who has the bigger man is. They'll use everything to their advantage, their swagger, their exploits and that big dick energy.
Once they're done with their peacocking, you'll vote for who you think is packing heat. We'll tally up the votes and the actual measurements and decide who comes out on top.
Are you ready?
Gary talked up a big game but his muscles didn't have you convinced. Mark's swagger had you swayed with the overwhelming vote. So let's see who's really packing.
Mark can talk the talk and walk the walk.
And Gary doesn't quite measure up.
Looks like we have a resounding winner tonight here folks. Sorry Gary, looks like you're losing it all tonight. As we all know, winner takes home the prize and the loser walks away half the man he used to be.
Tune in next week for another exciting installment of Packing Heat!
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Who says the only sportsperson has the right to improve health. Athletes are healthy because they select to live a good lifestyle. Keeping a healthy lifestyle and a healthy heart is, after all, related to a person’s well being. Exercise can help you increase your immunity, muscle growth, gain strength and elasticity. But did you know it can good for the heart too? Let us have a look at some good exercises boost your heart health:
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The pool may be the right area to relax around. But did you know, swimming not just fortifies your muscle tissues, but it also contributes oodles to your efforts of keeping a good heart health? Swimming exercise or even water sports provide multi-directional resistance. Swimming is above all other exercises recommended also the most secure substitute if you are affected by joint pain which walking or running etc. may worsen.
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ALL THE WAY HOME
I was at a conference and medical equipment show in New Orleans and while down at the pool for an early morning swim I met a man in his mid 20’s that looked to be of Russian descent. His name was Dennis. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a very buff, big muscular body that was totally shaved from the neck down. He was about 6’2” and had an amazing ass.
We had a fairly short chat about sports and exchanged info before we agreed to meet for a drink in the late evening. After a long day of presentations I showered and had supper. I was flipping through TV channels when Dennis called asked if he could come over. Of course I said yes and he showed up at my door about 10 minutes later. The guy wasn’t really dressed like I expected, but I found him quite hot. Literally! He was just coming from the gym so he was dressed in sweats still dripping with sweat and man musk which filled the room when I closed the door. He lifted off his shirts and his physique was really pumped. I offered him something to drink and he asked for water.
He asked to take a shower as he stuffed his wet smelly clothes into a plastic laundry bag. He sat and took off his shoes and then lowered the sweatpants adding them to the bag. I ran my hands over his arms and pecs as he flexed for me. I expected a stud like him to be a real alpha but he told me he was a total bottom and thought all day about being fucked by me. This was definitely my kind of guy!
He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed after I assured him he would get the fucking of his life. He stripped naked and then he went in and took a quick shower. I got on the bed wearing just my boxer briefs with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He came out of the bathroom naked and I focused on his big juicy 8-inch cock. His dick was getting bigger, harder, and longer as he walked toward me. He crawled up on the bed and started licking my cock through my briefs.
“I thought you’d be naked,” he said before he ripped them off.
He sucked my cock for a while and then we kissed while I worshiped his huge physique. I fingered his ass and realized he was already lubed. He grabbed a condom and put it on me. He lubed my cock and he guided my cock to the target before he sat down on it taking all seven inches at once.
His cock was hard as he rode my dick. I ran my hands over is body and he moaned, begging for more as I thrust up into him. When he was close to cumming he would lean down to kiss me.
Then we switched positions, he got on his back and I started fucking him missionary style. I started kissing him and he wanted me to fuck him harder and by then I was drenched in sweat and so was he. We switched again, and I took him doggie style, fucking him hard until I filled the condom with cum.
Then we lay on the bed for the longest time talking and stroking each other’s body. My cock never quite went soft and neither did his. After a time he started stroking my meat again and he got me totally hard. He finally grabbed another condom and put it on me, lubed me up, and got back on top to ride me, again taking my cock up his ass in one swift movement. I grabbed some lube and greased up his big cock, jacking him while he rode me until he sprayed cum all over my chest.
We lay together talking and then he led me to the shower to get cleaned up. Soaping up his body was almost like sex for me. I watched as he got dressed in clean clothes from his gym bag and he seemed reluctant to go. He lingered to kiss me and tell me how hot I was.
Every day we exchanged vague brief texts all during the ten day conference and show. Every night Dennis was in my room or I was in his for hot sex. We often lay in bed talking about our dreams and goals. We talked about being together and possibilities for the future.
After I got home I tried to text him and even call him but my calls went directly to voice mail. I left messages as if I was following up on a sales lead but they went unanswered. Then when the mailbox was full I couldn’t even do that. Eventually there was a ‘this number is no longer in service’ message when I called.
The phone may have been lost or maybe something happened to him on the way home. Surely Dennis would replace the phone if he was alive. Weeks went by and life went on. I was flying all over the county getting signed contracts from leads I got at the show. It looked like I would be the top salesman in the company but the victory was hollow because I realized I had fallen in love and life was empty.
It took all the strength I had to act enthusiastic at the company awards banquet. As top salesman I gave a rousing thank you speech about never giving up knowing I was getting on a plane in a few hours to go look for Dennis in California.
Before dawn the next morning I was closing my carry-on bag when my phone rang. It was a (601) area code followed by a number I didn’t know. I had been getting calls about lowering my interest rate on my credit cards and I had asked them to remove me from their call list. It was time they took me off the call list so I answered.
“This is Dennis,” he said and I fell to my knees. “I am using a borrowed cell phone. I’m still in New Orleans… Hello? Mark?”
“I’m here,” I croaked out.
“Mark, my boss called me to the restaurant in the Hilton and fired me after you left. They took my phone, company credit cards, rental car, and even my plane ticket. I was mugged and shot at the edge of the French Quarter. Now I don’t even have an ID or personal credit cards. I have been in the hospital and this guy let me use his phone. I didn’t know who else to call…” his voice trailed off.
“Get to the airport and go to Southwest airlines. There will be a ticket in your name… Spell your last name. Go to the Hilton where we were staying and get the shuttle to the airport.” My mind was going faster than I could talk. “Dennis? I love you.” I said. I heard a sob. “I’ll be at the airport waiting for you,” I told him.
“I’ll get him to the airport,” a strange voice said. “He’s really messed up,” the guy said quietly.
“Take him to Southwest Airlines and I’ll have a ticket waiting for him.”
“You are a good brother. My brother wouldn’t do this for me,” he said. I began to wonder what Dennis told the man so he would let Dennis make the call.
“I wish I could reward you,” I offered.
“No reward needed,” he said and we said goodbye.
I went to Midway Airport as soon as I bought the ticket. There were flights arriving almost every hour and if I was lucky he would be here by noon but I had no way to know what flight he was on since he didn’t have a phone. I waited outside of the TSA checkpoint. I got worried when the 5:40 pm flight arrived and he wasn’t on the plane. I was eating a sandwich when my phone rang.
“Is this Mr. Mark Hanson?” the voice asked.
“We have a gentleman trying to claim a ticket you purchased but he has no identification. We can’t let him on the plane without ID.”
“How many people named Dennis Selikoff do you think there are in the United States? (There was only one) Look up his facebook page for picture ID. Look he was mugged and his wallet was taken. I sent him a ticket to Chicago. He was shot and mugged,” I said with a steady but angry voice.
“I’ll take this to my supervisor but chances are not good,” and the guy hung up. I couldn’t even beg him to call me back with news one way or the other. My stomach flipped and I couldn’t eat anymore. The last flight until six in the morning came in at 12:15 am and as the stragglers headed for baggage claim I turned to leave. Did I have to send him a fake ID? Did I have to charter a jet to go get him? Drive to New Orleans to pick him up?
“MARK!” I heard. I swiveled and almost lost my balance. Dennis was handcuffed to a wheelchair and he looked like shit warmed over.
“Can you identify this man?” the cop asked.
“His name is Dennis Selikoff. Are handcuffs necessary?” I asked as I showed them pictures of Dennis and me together in New Orleans. The cop removed the handcuffs. The porter brought Dennis to my car. I handed him a $50 dollar bill for his service.
“I had to get a photo copy of my driver’s license from the DMV in California. TSA still treated me like a criminal,” he said softly.
I sat behind the wheel and started the car. Before I could put it in gear the tears began to flow and I wept. His hand gently touched my back and when we tried to hug the seatbelts wouldn’t let us. He started to laugh and I smiled through my tears. He kissed my forehead because that was all he could reach without being in pain. I released my belt and kissed him properly and tenderly.
“I’d go through this all again to be here with you at this moment,” he said as he touched my face.
“I should have just chartered a jet to go get you,” I said.
“You wouldn’t do that!” he mocked.
“I thought about it,” I admitted. I didn’t tell him I thought about it at 7pm last night and again at midnight when he didn’t show up.
“You did too much…” he choked up.
“I’d do it all again and more to have you here with me right now,” I said before I kissed him again. “Now to your new home,” I said as I clicked the seatbelt in place. I smiled and held his hand almost all the way home.