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The Best Man
Even though I never met Erik I reluctantly agreed to let Tom’s best man stay with me. The guy was in the Army and had little money for lodging. As I understood it he even hitched a ride on an airplane from where he was stationed to get to the wedding. This was a weekend trip and he would be leaving Sunday night to catch a ride back so he could report for duty Monday morning. Erik arrived with a gym bag and in the bag were several pair of underwear. He arrived in his uniform with nothing to change into.
I picked Erik up outside the base on Friday evening and we went directly to the tuxedo rental store to get him fitted. Seeing him shirtless to try on the tux shirt had my cock rock hard. He tried on several jackets to accommodate his wide shoulders and huge chest. The tailor had to drastically take in the jacket to fit his taper. From the Tux place we went directly to the rehearsal and the dinner.
Erik asked to borrow some sweats so he could run and I pointed him to the drawer to find something that fit him while I took a shower. I only had four hours sleep in the last twenty four so I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I went to bed and Erik went out for a run. I didn’t know where he got his energy. I went to bed knowing he had a key.
That night I had the most erotic dreams of Erik. He got back and showered and then he got into bed with me. He demanded that I worship his muscles and suck his cock. He made me swallow his cum and then he painlessly fucked me and filled my ass with a couple loads of cum. He got up to get some water and then he made me suck more of his cum out of his cock.
I heard the door slam and I sat up in bed with a start. It was just before dawn and I remembered that Erik was here and wanted to go jogging. I checked the bed for evidence of wild man sex but there wasn’t any. The dreams seemed so real but the sheets were still clean. I felt a little sweaty so I started the shower but before I jumped in I went to start the coffee. I stopped dead in my tracks watching Erik stretch. He was wearing my thin flannel pajama bottoms as if they were a sweat pants and they hugged every inch of his ass and legs. I forgot that I was naked until I realized my cock was getting hard. Mortified, I retreated to the shower.
I was washing my hair when Erik stepped in behind me. I mean literally behind me. His arms came around me and his chest pressed into my back. Before I could rinse my head his cock had penetrated my ass and he was fucking me. Either his cock was long and narrow or my ass was stretched wide open because it didn’t hurt.
“Thank you for letting me fuck you so many times last night,” he said near my ear. “You have very tasty cum. I hope you enjoyed drinking mine as much as I enjoyed drinking yours.”
“Erik it is six in the morning!” I said struggling to pull away. He began to thrust which almost caused me to orgasm. “Erik…” I moaned as I pushed back into his thrusting cock.
“The wedding is at seven this evening so that gives me twelve hours of fuck time.” he growled.
He had two or three orgasms in the shower before he dragged me back into bed. I didn’t have a sip of coffee until noon and that was only because we had to pick up the tuxedos. We had a big steak for lunch and then the two man afternoon orgy began. We showered and dressed arriving at the church at the designated time. At the reception we acted like two studs on the prowl for a mate but when the bride and groom left we went home together.
At the bridal party brunch the next day we looked exhausted and hung over but I assure you that it was caused by lack of sleep and not too much to drink at the reception. The happy couple was off to the airport for a Hawaiian honeymoon as Erik pulled me back into bed.
That night after supper he changed into his uniform and I drove him back to the main gate of the base to catch his 9pm flight. He asked me to pull into a Mc Donald’s parking lot where he kissed me passionately. The main gate was a mile away and he couldn’t kiss me goodbye in front of the sentry’s.
Erik said he would contact me but he never did. Strangely over the next year I began to acquire a physique like Erik’s but that was almost expected because I was hitting the gym hard. I can’t explain it but I now train with focused intensity and it’s as if my body is fulfilling a need to produce a perfectly proportional physique.
My libido has gone through the roof and I have no problems attracting studs. Once I get them in bed I can shoot full loads of cum ten times a night if I choose. I don’t know if Erik triggered something in me or if he infected me with some kind of experimental super soldier virus but I’m sure he did this to me; what else could it be. Don’t get me wrong I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth but it sure would be nice to spend another wild weekend with Erik now that I can keep up with him.
Erik was truly the best man I ever met.
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This story comes from the great site metabods.com. It's unique in that the story is made up entirely of dialogue. I love how it works as the two jock bro's describe each other, with their awesome and sexy muscle-jock descriptions. Someday I may try to do a short story in this way as well.
Anonymous Asked: YOU! You ruined my life. A few months back I asked if you could fix my problem down there and you had to put one of your little twists on it and now I can't even wear pants because the tiniest bit of stimulation sets me off. I can't leave home anymore, I had to quit my job and I'm running out of money. Please take it back.
You can’t blame me because you can’t handle having a wrist thick subway sandwich horse cock……. You asked for a massive dick and big cum heavy balls, you asked to be able to fuck time and time again…. that means you’ll be popping boners every other minute.
I won’t take it back…. mainly because you asked in such a mean way and because I can’t be bothered to do so.
If you want to be able to leave your house again why not get on Grindr and get some deep throated twinks to milk those bull nuts every morning till you can’t shoot anymore, you might be able to return to your old life without ripping through your pants in the middle of a meeting.
Or get a camera and start doing some cam shows with that money maker…. you’ll be rolling in money in no time flat.
Anonymous Asked: Hi. I'm new in college and I don´t have any friends. Besides that, I'm really shy and kinda pudgy. Would love if you'd turn me into a popular, fit and hot jock, so I could really enjoy this new place.
I understand the want to fit in…..
So I’m going to gift you with what you ask for. Gone is that shy, pudgy boy who just started college and in his place is a god among men.
Even though the other jocks have years on you you’ll tower above them, you’ll lift heavier weights, you’ll make girls and boys swoon more than they do and you’ll be far better liked than they’ll ever be.
Every friendship group in your college will be open to you. If you feel like cramming your thick legs into some skinny jeans and making your eyes pop by putting on some eyeliner, then the goth group will be a nihilistic hang out spot for you. If you feel like playing some dungeons and dragons then go loom over some nerds and make them scared for their lives by your immense presence.
Literally any group you want to try out for a little while will happily take you in, thats just how popular you are now. You can use them and dump them…. they’ll even thank you for doing so, much like anyone you decide to fuck.
I don’t think I have to explain how hot a jock you are, you can go on a two hour long jog and barely break a sweat, you always look like you might of just come from a photo shoot for some sports drink, or it that bulge between your thick thighs is anything to go by, a porn shoot.
As you asked for, you’ll enjoy college… for a little while… you’re a huge hunky fish in a rapidly shrinking pond.
Have some hot fucks, win some games, drink some drinks and move on.
Hollywood, catwalks, football fields, countless beds… its all waiting for you big guy, so go get it.
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It's been a while since I last posted a story. Sure hope I didn't get rusty.
George had had a weird feeling about David lately. Even though George, or Big G, as his fellow jocks called him was the captain of the wrestling and football teams, infamous horndog and overall pretty much uncrowned king of the school, just glancing at David made shivers run down his spine. He didn’t even know why, after all David was still the same small size like he used to be, just like last week when George had taken the greatest pleasure in ridiculing and bullying the smaller man, but something about the nerd had changed. Maybe it was his new aura of confidence that he inexplicably had developed or the fact that he didn’t duck away from George when he walked through the halls. Or maybe it was the new shimmering ring that David was always toying with.
Whatever it was, all of George’s doubts and insecurities where blown away when the nerd bumped into him one day. He had just been chatting with Katie, one of the few girls in school he hadn’t yet scream at the top oof her lungs as she rode his massive 9 inch monster. He had been making casual hints about the girth of his cock and the size of the bottle in his hand when David bumped his bony shoulder into George’s muscular arm, causing the brute to spill drink all over the new tanktop he was wearing.
Katie started to giggle, but George’s handsome face turned red with anger. “Watch where you’re going, twerp!”, he yelled, grabbing skinny David by the shoulder and spinning him around. David was simply grinning, obviously pleased with the way he had angered the much bigger man. “Sorry, George, didn’t see you there.”, David replied sarcastically, “Besides you’re not so big that you could call someone twerp.” Katie had stopped giggling now, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. “I’ll show you just how big I am, twerp. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes, we’ll have a measuring contest. That will teach you ignoring these babies.”, the jock said, flexing a thick biceps for effect. “I’m gonna be the judge.”, Katie chimed in enthusiastically. David just nodded, his grin even wider than before.
A few minutes later Katie and George waited for the David in the school’s gym, the smell of iron and sweat heavy in the air. “I bet the nerd got too scared to embarass himself and ran home.”, the jock boasted, having changed into a sleeveless hoodie and black sweatpants for the contest. Katie giggled again. In that moment the door opened squeakingly and David stepped into the clearly unfamiliar environment. While he wore a long sleeved workout shirt and similar sweatpants to the ones George wore, he couldn’t have looked more out of place. The textile hung loose on his bony frame and the ring he was playing with didn’t help making him look better either. The tension was nearly palpable as the smaller man walked towards the pair and in an attempt to ease it a bit, Katie intervened. “Have you thought about the stakes yet?”
George was the first to answer. “If I win, which I will, I want the nerd to come to my next match and apologize to me for being disrespectful and then kiss my feet.”, he said with a cruel smirk, sure the smaller man would chicken out. David didn’t seem fazed by the demand at all. “If I win I want Georgie to suck my cock.”, he replied, obviously enjoying calling the jock ‘Georgie’. Immediately the bigger man grabbed the man by the collar and effortlessly lifted him into the air. “No way in hell I’d ever suck your disgusting cock. And if you call me by that name again you better make sure the hospital has a puzzle enthusiast to get your parts back together.”, he said, his deep baritone filled with anger.
“But since there’s no way in hell you’ll win, why not. If you can beat me in even one category I’ll suck your cock once.”, the jock said in a generous tone. David just grinned cheekily. “And what if you lose to me in every category?”, he asked. “Haha, good joke twerp, but okay. If you beat me in each every category, which is not gonna happen in a million years, I’ll be your cumdump for an entire month.”, George laughed, earning him disgusted looks from Katie. “That‘s a deal then, Big G.”, David said and extended a hand. And while George was still a little annoyed by the nerd using his jock nickname but still shook the smaller man’s hand, sealing the deal.
“Let’s get started then.”, Katie said, clapping her hands. She still looked a little disgusted by the demands of the two men, but had regained some of her formerly cheerful demeanor. “How about starting with legs, big guy.”, George said in a joking fashion. He knew that his legs were his strongest part thanks to the sports he played and wanted to crush David’s confidence as soon as possible.
Faster than the human eye could see, George’s had stripped out of his sweatpants, leaving his marble statue like legs on full display. “Good thing I never leave out leg day.”, the jock thought as he flexed his impressive thighs and calves. “Let’s stick to measuring our upper legs. Don’t want to embarass yourself when measuring against these diamond calves.”, he boasted as Katie put the measuring tape around the bigger man’s immense thighs. “24 inches.”, she announced, trying hard to not squeal from being so close to the womanizer’s legendary cock. Even though it was soft, the thing made the black boxer shorts bulge immensely, while radiating a lot of heat. Just from the outline of it, Katie could tell that George had not been lying about it’s girth when trying to seduce her.
“Oh come on, Katie, you want me to believe that these chicken legs are 24 inches?”, David intervened and patted the muscle. George wanted to protest that he didn’t have chicken legs and how the nerd could dare touching his prided muscle, but as soon as David had touched him an intense pleasure flooded through his legs. The feeling was similar to cumming into a gorgeous girl, only several times stronger. The jock nearly moaned, but as quickly as the feeling started had it faded away. George looked down gain and was shocked by what he saw.
His prided legs were no longer the near bodybuilder size they had been before, but far smaller and while he still had some definition and muscle it was a far cry from the marble statue like size it had been before. Then the pleasure returned for a moment and George could feel something change in his mind. Gone were the memories of working his legs religiously and bragging to his friends about their size. Instead he now remembered always focussing on his upper body and arms, training his legs only to look somewhat proportionate. He had never been much of a legs guy, after all arms and chest were what got the girls going.
Katie looked just as confused as him for a moment and measured again. “17 inches.”, she announced, visibly confused. “Damn man, you really have chicken legs.”, Davd laughed and patted the smaller muscle again, “Guess it’s time for Katie to take my measurements.” WIth that he too dropped his pants and revealed the biggest pair of legs George had ever seen and considering how meaty the legs of some of his teammates were that meant a whole lot. Even David’s feet were massive size 18 ones by George’s estimation. Katie took the measuring tape and wrapped it around the massive muscle.
“30 inches.”, she announced and admired the huge quads some more. Even David’s calves looked like they belonged not to a high schooler but a bull, making George embarassed by his far smaller ones. “Guess that means you owe me a blowjob, chicken legs.”, David proudly announced, giving his legs another flex before pulling his pants up again. He visibly struggled with getting the clothing over the legs that looked completely out of place on this otherwise skiny man. “Choose the next category, big guy.”, the strong legged nerd said, sounding even more sarcastic than before. “Arms.”, George announced, gaining new confidence frrom the fact that the front of David’s underwear had been pretty flat.
Again it was George’s turn to start. While his arms weren’t exactly his strong point and many of the guys on the football and wrestling teams were bigger than him, he was sure that he could beat David. The guy looked like someone had attached two sticks to his shoulders. Even with George’s more athletic than bulky arms beating the nerd would be a piece of cake. It took Katie a while to avert her eyes from the massive wheels that David had poured into his skintight sweatpants, but eventually she focussed on the task at hand.
With he delicate fingers she wrapped the tape around George’s biceps, gently rubbing the dense muscle and definitely enjoying it a lot. “That delicious biceps has 18 inches.”, Katie purred. George had suspected that she was an arms type of girl from the way she had rubbed his upper arm when they had flirted, but that reaction was pretty intense. Much to the jock’s contentment a sour look passed over the nerd’s face as David stepped forward. He grabbed George’s left arm squeezed the muscle . Naturally he didn’t even make a dent. “Not bad, Georgie, they’re pretty dense. But I don’t really think these arms are 18 inches.”, David commented and the intense pleasure from before overtook the jock’s mind once again.
Memories of being close to equal to his teammates when it came to arms were wiped from his head and new memories took their place. Being forced to arm wrestle against the football team’s linebacker and losing in a spectacular fashion. Being jokingly mocked for his weak throws at football practice. The memories of him being team captain to the wrestling and football teams faded too. He was just a normal player, not great not horrible, just average. A meaty thud pulled George back to reality.
David had pulled his right arm up into a flex and again patted it with a massive calloused mit. The sound kind of reminded George of when he rubbed his own biceps, just a couple dozen times meatier and harder. Again Katie measured the football player’s biceps, uttering “14 inches.” while she quickly pulled the tape away from George and went over to David, drawn to the huge muscle like a moth to the light.
She fought hard to suppress a moan as she rubbed the huge globe of muscle, tracing all the grooves and ridges of the humongous biceps. David just cleared his throat and chuckled: “While I really do enjoy it, I think we should really do the measurement first. You can feel it up afterwards all you want.” With that promise wrapped her measuring tape around the powerful muscle and proudly announced “Powerful, mouthwatering 22 inches.”, before going back to rubbing it.
George didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even knoe why he had called for this contest in the first place anymore. And another thing was troubling him. He could have sworn that David had been nearly a head shorter than him, but now they were eye level with one another, George just a centimeter or two taller than the guy with the largest arms and legs in school. “Guess we go for chest now.”, George stated the obvious. Katie on the other hand looked incredibly upset, since she had to stop caressing the huge arms of David for a while.
George stripped out of his sleeveless hoodie. He was confident that he’d finally beat David even if it was only one category. After all the other man, despite having some definition in his torso from having to move the giant arms and legs he owned, didn’t have a nearly as impressive chest as George did. As Katie placed the tape around his chest, George made sure to bounce his pecs for her, earning him a giggle from the cute girl. “42 inches.”, she said and gave his cut eightpack, which he was especially proud of, a rub, “Not bad.”
“Not bad indeed, Georgie. I bet it took you quite a while to build a chest like this, right? But let’s be honest 42 inches sounds a bit too much for a chest like this.”, David replied. I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but then he weighed one of my pecs in one of his calloused hands and another wave of pleasur shot through my body. Suddenly it felt like the weight David was playing with was a lot smaller, like there was less pec to weigh in his bear sized paw.
George tried bouncing it and there was definitely a lot less heft to it than he remembered. Another short spike of pleasure washed over him and he looked down. The jock wasn’t sure why he had thought he had a pair of big pecs. Sure, his were pretty tight and shredded, but not huge by any means. After all George had little trouble seeing his sixpack and size 10 feet. Even though he knew what was coming, the voice of Katie saying “34 inches.” after measuring again caught him a little off guard.
His confusion was interrupted by the giant mass of muscle that made up the chest of his contest opponent. George had no doubts that David was unable to look past his chest. The massive pair of brawny pecs looked like it was made to block his view downwards completely. George looked at Katie, who despite her own busty chest looked pretty jealous of the massive stud who had now begun bouncing the bulging mass of hard flesh to a little tune only he could hear. It almost seemed like an insult when the busty girl asked the even bustier guy to stop bouncing so she could measure. “That’s an even 50 inches.”, Katie said and put the measuring tape away.
“Uhm, Katie, I don’t think we’re finished yet.”, David rumbled as she turned to leave. Both the girl and George gave the stud a quizzical look, but the jock was the first to speak. “What do you mean? We did all the measurements and as expected you won every category.”, he said, still not entirely sure why he had challenged the much bigger man in the first place. Then it dawned him. he remembered bumping into David and being called “twerp” even though he wasn’t small by any means. Then George had bragged how much bigger his cock was than David’s knowing that the overall bigger guy only had about 3 inches of cock between his muscular thighs, a fact that reguarly caused mockery in the locker room.
Without much further explanation George and David dropped their pants. The smaller man was certain of success when he compared his own bulging boxer briefs with the flat front of David’s underwear. There was no way he’d lose that last category. With practiced ease Georger fished his 9 inch soft monster cock out of his struggling briefs. Katie’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she realized that the rumors about the size of that thing were actually true. She gulped as she held the ruler next to the quickly hardening tool, feeling the blood pulsing through George’s pride and joy. It only was a few moments before the cock was fully hard. “9.3 inches.”, Katie announced, still baffled by it’s size as George crammed it into his underwear again.
“Come on girl, you expect me to believe that?”, David asked in a tone of mild annoyance and rage. Without a warning he grabbed the sizable bulge of his opponent and kneaded the cock through the textile. An intense wave of bliss hit George, much stronger than the previous ones. He could have sworn that he could feel his cock getting smaller under the bigger man’s touch, until it was as if the behemoth was groping a cocktail sausage.
David reached into the smaller man’s underwear and pulled free the thin dick that George had grown accustomed to. Simultaneously the Behemoth freed his own massive dick, several times as long as George’s and thicker than the smaller man’s wrist. The angry veins running along the length of the huge dick were almost pencil thick and the purple cock head was probably bigger than George’s fist. With his strong grip David held the two cocks next to one another, his own completely dwarfing the other man‘s.
“As much as I’d love to hear the exact lengths of our cocks, I think measuring is a little redundant.”, David announced, “Also we all know that mine’s well over 10 inches longer. 11.4 the last time I measured.” George swallowed hard as an astonishing amount of pre was dripping from the massive cock head. “Looks like I won all the categories, Georgie.”, said David and a wide, almost sinister smile crossed his handsome face, “And you know what that means, little guy. Better get used to seeing that beast.” With these last words David placed a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and forced him down. Now that George was eye level with the beast he wondered if he’d be able to last for an entire month as cumdump for that farm animal sized junk.
As David forced him forward towards the angry looking purple mushroom head and he opened his mouth wide another thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would make it for a month, but what if he didn’t want to stop after that. After all he sure could get used to the delicious taste of Big David’s huge cock.
After another interesting after school study with one another, both Mr. Dorsey and his student Gabriel started secretly seeing each other. The young student has successfully been able to keep everything under wraps while Leland continues to experiment on himself. In some instances, the chemistry teacher has managed to keep some of his size, to which the students in each of his classes have been noticing and talking among themselves. Some think he is weird, while others, a lot of girls mostly, think he is one of the hottest guys they have ever seen. Dorsey would eventually come to work one day wearing one of his thicker plaid shirts in hopes of successfully making quick work of it.
He has successfully made another serum, and this one is supposed to be even stronger than the previous ones. Incredibly, no one has been suspicious of what Leland does after hours at the school. His young boyfriend has somehow kept this from his parents as well. He always explains to them that he is studying with Mr. Dorsey because he needs help understanding Chemistry a bit better before he ventures off to college. After this particular day ended, the two lovers lock the doors inside the classroom and Leland drinks the new concoction. The effects are immediate as Gabriel snaps a quick photo of his growing teacher as his back starts to explode in size and shred his shirt to pieces. He grows much larger and aggressively wants to keep going. The two lovers end up fucking and making out on Dorsey's desk for probably at least an hour before they leave for the day after Leland calms down and cleans up the mess he has made with his clothes. He had an oversized shirt and pants put away in case he needed them to wear afterwards.
Jacoby was always the butt of jokes in his hometown. Overweight and depressed, he always wondered why he even mattered at all since nobody really cared about his well-being, including his family. That would all change when he met a mysterious man hitchhiking on the side of the road after leaving his job one night in the rain. He pulled over to let the man into his truck and then started driving again. The man was extremely attractive, heavily bearded, and quite muscular. After chatting for a few minutes, the man tells him to pull into a gas station a couple of miles down the road so he could give him something. Knowing about a lot of those horror stories he heard about in the past, Jacoby was reluctant, but the man was freaking gorgeous and he was willing to take the risk of being mutilated to death.
After parking to the side of the convenience store, the man leans over and lock lips on the stunned fat man. He can feel the man's tongue moving down his throat which scares him to death. He writhes in fear, but can't move away since he is frozen in place. After a minute or two, the man lets go of him and vanishes. It isn't long afterwards that Jacoby can feel himself physically changing. He moans as the fat quickly vanishes and feels his muscles expanding beneath his oversized clothing. After another minute passes, he starts his truck up again and drives home. He gets out of his truck and most of his clothes fall off except his tank top and briefs. He feels the rain soaking his heavily-muscled body and he laughs as he ventures inside his apartment. He quickly looks into his bathroom mirror and eyes his massive arms and well-developed pecs. To get a better look, he starts to peel away his tank to admire himself a bit more. What will people think of him now?
Alan has always had no issue attracting people from the opposite sex, he has even dated a few. He has, however, never felt that special spark that he has always craved from a partner. Oh, and something else he has kept hidden from people he knows, he has the ability to grow himself. He started being able to do so when he hit puberty in high school. His Eastern European heritage is steeped in this ability and his father even had it. He currently lives with his best friend Cameron, who he has known practically his entire life. The whole time they have spent time together, Alan has managed to compose himself and keep from revealing his secret. Normally he has an athletic body, but isn't massively thick like he knows he can achieve if he puts his mind to it. When they have free time on occasion, the two twentysomethings will play video games, go to a movie, or even play some football, you know, things friends do together. Interestingly enough, there has been a couple of instances where Alan and Cameron have gotten a bit sloshed and slept on top of each other. The hunky bearded Alan has awoken to see Cameron rubbing his chest lovingly and leaning his head against his neck or face. It made his cock leak a bit and lead him to think that maybe he should start getting more intimate with his best friend.
That day would come that he would reveal his secret to him. Wearing just a tank top and a pair of tight shorts, Alan tells Cameron to prepare himself for what he is about to do next. His friend smiles and leans in to slowly kiss him on his lips, not just a normal kiss, a very passionate one. The spark that Alan has been looking for was here all along. He grunts and growls feeling his entire body begin its metamorphosis. He leans forward, flexing his rapidly expanding traps, shoulders, biceps, triceps, and chest, already testing the limits of his tanks straps as they become twisted and are straining. Cameron quickly snaps a pic of him and moans deeply seeing his friend grow into a muscle mountain. The straps rip off revealing all of the caverns of deeply carved granite on his body. His aroused roommate drops his phone to the ground and leans in again to rub Alan's massive chest the same way he did those days they were together on the floor or on the couch in the tv room. They embrace as the rest of Alan's clothing is reduced to nothing and his massive cock emerges shooting thick gobs of precum everywhere. It is as if Cameron always knew that Alan was special and that someday this would happen.
Louis was told about a store a couple of months back that sold clothing made of a special fabric. The material is made with a chemical that could induce muscle growth in the right guys. Not everyone is so lucky, but then there are those that are. He decided to visit this store one day and tried on one of their dress shirts. Within just a minute or two, he was swelling with more muscle than he could ever imagine having on his frame. The store clerk snapped a pic of him after he went through his growth spurt and gave him the photo. The results were permanent and he would have to buy a whole new wardrobe.
Samuel has a problem, or a gift, depending on who you talk to. He used to date a practicing wizard who was into different types of muscle growth. When they broke up a few weeks prior to when these photos were taken, his ex put a hex on him that prevented him from wearing most shirts for very long because his pectoral muscles would grow so enormous that the fabric would tear open, revealing his thick pec meat and well-shaped nipples. The left pec would always grow first, as witnessed in these photos, before the right one would inflate. His magical partner had previously played a trick on him before this as well, making his arms permanently larger than the rest of his body.
Rodrigo liked to think that he was a badass. For years, during his youth, he terrorized people on the streets of Brasilia, taking things he wanted and even liked to hurt those that couldn't defend themselves. He was fairly big for his age which didn't help either. He eventually got caught by the police and was sent to prison for a few years. He matured a bit while he was locked up and was released. For most of the guys that come out though, they end up going back to doing what they did before. He wanted to avoid that lifestyle again so he decided that he would move to another country. He ended up settling on the west coast of the US because he knew that he could start over and pursue a part of himself that he had suppressed for years. Rodrigo was a gay man with a rare gift. He could grow his muscles at twice the rate of a regular bodybuilder. He learned this while he was in prison when he worked out in the yard. After just a few days, he was already turning heads after moving to Oregon. He met a young cutie named Graham and they started dating. His boyfriend admitted that he was quite obsessed with how big and tattooed he was and wanted to date a Brazilian really bad. Rodrigo, who has a big ego anyway, couldn't resist dating a man that was considerably smaller than him and would likely stay close to him if he wanted him to be.
On their fifth date, the big Portuguese stud admitted that he worked his body over really good in the gym earlier in the day so they could have one hell of a night together. He was starting to have very strong feelings for Graham and wanted him to experience him growing at the same time he was experiencing it. After having some fun playing futbol/soccer and eating a hearty meal, Rodrigo takes Graham back to his place and has him sit beside him. The growth was already starting because his green shirt he was wearing was so tight, it looked like it was painted on. He snaps a picture really quick to show off the massive beef before it is too much for the fabric. He grabs Graham's head afterwards and shoves his head in between his swelling pecs. He moans deeply feeling his boyfriend massaging his mammoth arms and shoulders feeling the seams explode. Graham is running his tongue along Rodrigo's engorged pecs as they rip his shirt apart. It isn't long before the rest of his clothes give way to his incredible growth cycle. They both fall onto the floor as the swelling Brazilian tears his lover's clothes off to enter him and promised to give him the night that he always wanted.
Mickey was always suppressing his other self because he didn't want to hurt anyone. He managed to keep 'him' under his skin until he couldn't take it anymore and just let the beast out after having a lot of anguish at work and in his personal life. The above photo was taken by webcam after he decided to let his fans see him transform into a werebear. His shirt was in tatters within just a few seconds after his muscles began inflating and the fur on his body started to thicken. He had previously spoke of his financial hardships, but after this went viral, he received an astronomical amount of donations since it was pretty much expected that the beast he unleashed from within would do a great deal of damage to his house.
Curtis spent years dealing with a persistent weight problem. He tried dieting in his twenties, which didn't work, so he hired a personal trainer and a nutritionist in his mid-thirties to help him lose weight. This plan did work because he lost about 60 pounds over a span of about three years. By the time he hit 39, he was at a reasonable weight, but was still not completely satisfied with his progress. He wanted big muscles and was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to get them. He consulted with the people that got him this far and wanted to know if they knew anyone that could give him that extra boost. Interestingly enough, his PT recommended his spiritualist to Curtis and said that this person actually helped him grow his body further than what supplements could do.
After a couple of visits from this person, he was blessed by them and told that he would be feeling something happen to him after they left his apartment. Incredibly, the instant the spiritualist closed the door, Curtis could feel his body starting to swell. He managed to set his camera down on a table and have it snap a picture of him as he flexed his right bicep. The tight shirt would not last long as his sleeve instantly burst open and his shirt exploded from his body. He was growing quickly and would be bigger than Jay Cutler within seconds. The spell that was cast on him was much stronger than anticipated and would result in him being unable to leave his apartment for days. He had to order a completely new wardrobe which was only a small annoyance since he finally obtained the body of his dreams.
Every time Massimo would visit the Cursed Museum, he could feel a presence calling out to him. It would say, "TAKE ME! It is your destiny to unite with me! Nobody will ever be able to force you to return me to this place." It was strange because for the longest time, for months, he couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from until he passed an enclosure that had a white and black mask in it. He could feel the energy radiating from it and it even vibrated when he put his hand up to it. It would finally say, "YES! You are my master...I will make you more powerful than you ever imagined." Knowing that most museums put alarms in their displays, he started looking for it. The mask quickly says, "I have disarmed it. They won't know." Massimo quickly opens the enclosure and snaps it up, putting it underneath his dress shirt and he quickly leaves the area. Amazingly, nobody notices what he did.
He arrives home and pulls the mask out from underneath his shirt. The feeling of it against his body was enough to prompt him to feel horny. The mask speaks again, "You know what you need to do. Put me on and I will make you a god." Without hesitation, Massimo slides it over top his head and feels an incredible rush of adrenaline flow through him. He resists at first, but he is quickly overpowered by the mask as it begins to transform his body. Glancing into his bedroom mirror, he looks on as his muscles quickly fill in every crack and crevice of his clothes. His tie rips off as his chest and arms burst free of their confines as he continues to swell in size. The mask laughs hysterically saying, "YES...YYEESS!!!! Grow into the monster you were always destined to become. Now cum for me..." As Massimo's thick purple cock is unleashed, it sprays a fountain of white jam all over his apartment. He is now bigger than every human on the planet and doesn't appear to be stopping any time soon.
Virgil is the IT technician at Thom's company. Whenever he has any kind of issue with his department server, computer systems, or software problems, he calls him in. Virgil certainly isn't the biggest looker, but Thom has always suspected something is different about him. He looks like the type of guy you would suspect would be working in this type of position. He has the glasses, the white shirts, and always carries electronic equipment around with him everywhere; however, he has an air of confidence. The conversations they have with each other are relaxing and they both seem to like each other a lot. Normally Thom dates guys with a bit of meat on their bones, but Virgil doesn't look like he has been in the gym hardly at all. So why does Thom find him so attractive?
Well, after a few months of light flirting, Thom finally decides to ask Virgil out. The IT cutie accepts immediately and says that he will meet him at the local coffeehouse for a quick drink. Once they finish there, they decide to stop at Virgil's place so he can change into something a bit more comfortable. When they venture inside his apartment, Virgil says that he has something to show Thom. He stands in front of his hallway wall and gets an intense look on his face. He grabs his shirt and grips it as he grunts a few times. Thom can hear his date's muscles stretching and growing from beneath the fabric. It isn't long before Virgil pulls his shirt apart, revealing the growing slabs of beef from within. His pecs and abs are perfectly shaped and his face is becoming more defined and firm. Thom is floored by what he is seeing and grabs his phone to snap two pictures of his date. Virgil is one of the sexiest men he has ever seen in his life. It doesn't take long before the two men are busy exploring each other under the sheets.
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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here are some info before you start
everything is fake of course except for the name age and the picture of me.
everyone added video photos and text but do not forget that it's about muscular men who come to crush me and you play me
quentin 30 years old
I was locked in a building with the impossibility of escaping or dying. unfortunately you have been locked up so that different muscular men come to play with their muscle and their strength on you, some even have super-power and super-strength.
“…You called who?”
“Listen Eric, you need to talk to people about your powers and these people will understand. I bet they can even help you use your abilities to do good things for the world.”
Eric’s eyes narrowed. “I /am/ doing good things for the world, I don’t need you or them telling me what I should or shouldn’t be doing.” He stood up from his desk slowly. “What did you tell them Matt?”
Matt backed up half a step. “I know I know, but it’ll be good to talk to someone in a similar situation right? A lot of people on their team have abilities too, they’ll understand; I mean they’re heroes after all.”
Eric slid his chair out of the way. “What. did. you. tell. them. Matt?”
“N-Not everything! Just a little so they’d send someone who could talk to you–”
“Someone who could /talk/ to m–”
Eric spun around and looked downstairs then back to Matt.
“I suppose that’s them then. You. Stay. Here.” Eric turned and went down the steps towards the front door, Matt tried to go after him but couldn’t move past the door frame. He just leaned out, looking down.
Eric approached the door and peered out the peephole, then stepped back and burst out laughing, the sound made Matt’s blood run cold…
Eric opened the door and–
Matt tried to let out a wailing shout but he seemed unable to speak as well. Why’d they send him?! He thought. What were they thinking?!
Eric smiled innocently. “Hello…? Can I help you Mr…?”
“It’s Captain actually.” The red, white and blue hero replied. “We received a call to come check out a possible human with abilities… It sounded like a crank call but I was in the area anyway… Are you the young man that placed the call?”
“…I am, my friend is upstairs.” Matt screamed inside, trying to tell the superhero to run or call for help, instead he found himself turning around and laying on Eric’s bed and closing his eyes, feigning sleep.
Eric escorted the hero upstairs and spoke in a low voice, though Matt could hear perfectly.
“Don’t wake him up, he’s very dangerous. He has the ability to control reality at will.” The handsome hero turned to Eric and looked at him more than a little unconvinced.
“Mmhmm… That’s what you said on the call.” He pulled some sort of device off his belt. “They sent me with this, it’ll scan him and tell us what his deal is… if anything.” He pressed a few buttons then set the device on the nightstand pointed at Matt. “It’ll just take a few minutes.” Matt was able to crack his eyes open slightly as the hero leaned against Eric’s dresser and Eric sat down opposite him in the desk chair.
Eric smiled and nodded. “Cool, would it be okay if I asked you a couple of questions while we waited…?”
The patriotic hero chuckled and nodded, he got this all the time. “Sure why not kid.”
Eric’s smile widened into an insidious grin, though only Matt seemed to notice.
“There’s all kinds of rumors about where you came from and your powers… How strong are you really?”
The hero laughed. “Pretty strong, not as much as some things but strong enough to move a decent sized car if I need to.”
Eric appeared to go doe-eyed in wonder then his smile returned. “Wow I can believe that, you’re like what almost 300 lbs of muscle?”
Matt’s eyes widened from the bed as the hero’s uniform suddenly ballooned out, his lean muscular frame replaced by one of a clear lifter and bodybuilder, but the man just nodded.
“Yeah somewhere around there.”
Eric smiled “And I heard you were actually born a long time ago and then frozen and that’s why you’re not super old.”
Once more the hero nodded. “That’s a bit of an abridged version but true.”
“Wow, if you were thawed out like 7 or so years ago… You must’ve been like 16 when you were frozen.”
The hero’s face and body shifted once more from a grown man in his mid to late 30′s down to a buff young man of 23 or so. Once again the hero nodded.
“Yup, pretty close to the mark again.”
Eric smiled and seemed to hesitate a moment… but then he spoke. “Sorry if this is kind of personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want but… Do you ever get in trouble with the rest of your team because of all the modelling and porn you do on the side?”
Matt’s hopes were dashed as he watched the posture and costume of the hero shift into a red, white, and blue muscle tee and spandex. A branded sweat band and baseball cap appeared on the hero denoting sponsors as the now young man gave a snort.
“Naw it’s fine. Every once in a while I get a wisecrack but this is America, being a superhero doesn’t make money, so there’s nothin’ wrong with me doing some side work to pay for the good work I do.”
Eric nodded in clear agreement before delivering the final blow. “Absolutely, absolutely…. I guess I was more referring to the rumors that sprung up from the /amount/ of /gay/ porn that you do… Reporters wonder if you’re just a nymphomaniac exhibitionist gay jock-slut who stumbled into superpowers…”
Matt couldn’t watch, he closed his eyes for a long moment thinking they must have something to prevent this, something to warn them if something like this was happening… But when he opened his eyes, there was his hero… Clad in a red, white, and blue poser speedo and nothing more, save of course his sponsored merchandise… The “hero” seemed to just smile hungrily at Eric… He reached out and picked up the device on the nightstand looking it over.
“Hmm… Well it looks like your friend is clean… I wonder then… why did you call me out here…?” He sauntered over to Eric, adjusting his overly full poser; Eric smiled innocently before reaching out and cupping the hero’s package. The “hero” let out a whimpering moan…
“I think you know…”
And suddenly Matt was laying on the downstairs couch instead of Eric’s bed, but he was still unable to move as he heard the two of them go at it upstairs…
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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!
There’s a generous pop to my noticeable boner when the guy finally senses that I’m staring at him. It’s something like an elephant just climbed into a Prius and sat beside you. Something big and covered in muscles can’t go unnoticed for very long. The dude quickly looks around to make sure there’s no one near him that might be attracting my focus. A wink from me makes him freeze and actually quiver with excitement. He’s shocked to find out that the mountain of bulges is flirting with him. That’s when a pec bounce can cause a mouth to drop open wide and an already racing heart to skip a beat. I smile to make his knees go weak. A chiseled face with a two-day growth is like a neon sign pointing towards the scrumptious hard mounds of flesh popping out everywhere below. The delicious fur upholstering all of my hardness is clearly visible through my form-hugging white t-shirt. I realize I’m too hot for him to believe all of this is real – but it’s my smile that causes all of his doubt to disappear. I reach up to scratch one of my voluminous pecs – knowing the bent arm takes his kettle to the boiling point quicker than even an open fire could.
Here’s where I get to make an important decision – realizing it will set the tone for the rest of the night. I can saunter over to him – thick-as-hell thighs causing me to waddle more than walk. This will almost make him piss himself, the mountain coming to him. Or I can stand there and wait – giving him time to calm the raging storm I’ve caused in his body and allowing him to prepare whatever adorable introductory remarks he has for his dream muscle daddy. I choose to wait – forcing him to cross that wasteland of disappointed souls who have realized I’ve already made my pick for the night. I come up off the stool I’m leaning on to let my full height and size cast an imposing shadow on him, blocking out all of the light from above. His Adams apple bounces strongly from the gulp caused by my towering presence. It’s like a kid standing before a New York skyscraper for the first time.
I hold out my hand, intentionally letting its hugeness force him to break out in a sweat as he contemplates its power and the fact that it’s a precursor to something equally as large lurking down below in my pants. He’s confused – should he reach out to shake my big mitt or should he turn around and run, avoiding any displeasure foreshadowed by such an obvious difference in size. I’m reminded of my immensity and power when I grip his small, defenseless hand, quickly calculating enough pressure to thrill, but not crush. The jolt my light squeeze causes in his body is so perceptible I’m momentarily fearful he may pass out. It makes me instantly wonder if I unintentionally clasped too hard. I continue holding on, just so he can use my big hand for support. At any moment I might need to help him stay upright.
I watch as my voice literally rattles his insides when I tell him my name. He’s expected it to be deep and manly, but the actual sound is much more impressive than even what he imagined. I’m still holding on to his small hand and he doesn’t even realize he’s been squeezing with all his might, hoping to try and emphasize his own manliness this close to my huge testosterone oozing body. I clamped down a little harder on his fingers just to make his eyes bulge out a little and his voice to go up an octave or two as he tells me his name. It’s surprising that his first words aren’t the expected ‘fuck, you’re so big’ or ‘wow, you have a lot of muscles.’ He actually asks where I’m from and what I do for a living. Intelligent questions from a guy working hard to not wince from my grip and forcing his gaze to stay glued to my eyes and not travel down to my mountainous chest or bulging arms. I’m starting to realize I chose well out of the sea of muscle whores ogling me at the bar. I let go of his hand, noticing the relief in his face, and let my big paw travel up his arm to land with a heavy plop on his demure shoulder. He tilts a little to that side. My thumb and fingers easily straddle his deltoid muscle and we both realize at the same time his small hand wouldn’t come close to doing the same thing to my immense shoulder.
I get another joyful zing to my crotch as I recognize a fellow comparison junkie in my newfound friend. His mind has uncontrollably moved to thoughts of tiny biceps flexed next to gigantic ones and even grown-man thighs being dwarfed by relaxed, get-a-bigger-tape-measure guns. I smile broader when he finally cannot take it any longer and has to steal a glance at my upper torso. I let him take a long gander, knowing the front of his pants just got a lot tighter. I grasp harder with my hand, instantly making his gaze return to mine. He’s afraid I might continue squeezing harder and doesn’t fully understand why his brain hopes so. I pull my arm in a little, just to temporarily marvel at how easily I can make his body do as I please. I contemplate palming his head and seeing if I could lift him off the floor, but I realize that would definitely scare him off or cause him to have a messy accident.
Suddenly, I become aware he’s asking me what I call the ‘gym-bo’ questions. Where do I work out? How much can I bench? What exercises do I do to get certain muscles so big? I debate for a second whether or not to tell him about the cute muscle bear gay couple I plowed in the sauna at my gym a few hours earlier, but decide it’s better if he thinks he’s my first fuck of the day. It’s always important to make a guy feel special. I pull his body even closer, loving how my one hand easily drags him a few inches. I can tell his questions are intended to be a subliminal message for me to ask him if he’d like to feel my muscles, but I decide to wait and finally make him say the request out loud and clear. I also don’t want to rush the evening. I want to have more fun with my puppet-man before I fulfill his long hidden fantasy for a domineering muscle daddy that toys with him into the wee hours in the morning.
He’s now chattering away uncontrollably. His lust for ‘all things muscle’ has gotten the best of him and he can’t stop himself. I do what I know will shut him up the quickest. I tense my big arm at my side, bending it slightly to make the biceps bulge with intimidation. He stops mid-sentence, with his lips apart and then his tongue darts out like a panting dog. He somehow controls his body enough to whisper the words ‘can I feel it’ and I tighten my grip on his shoulder a little, pull him even closer to me, and say ‘have at it, kid.’ You would have thought I was the general of some awe-inspiring mega army giving the signal for attack by the way he pounced on my arm. His trembling fingers seemed to get some kind of electrical shock as soon as they touched my hard skin. He let out a childlike yelp of glee and started running his hands around my big gun as if he were trying to memorize every vein, indention, and bulge for future masturbatory moments. I told him to ‘slow down, tiger’ since the big thing wasn’t going anywhere any time soon and when it did go it would probably be carrying him out of the place. You would have thought I had just told him he had won a billion dollar lottery – the way he responded to the idea of me carrying him. So the little man had a lift and carry fetish, as well. That was good to know, since there were few things that thrilled me more than tossing some guy around the bedroom. I was so turned on by that thought I actually squeezed his shoulder a little too tight and he screamed slightly, but never stopped his intense caressing of my arm.
I had to apologize to the guy and explain that lifting him later on would be the best foreplay I could think of. This seemed to please the little fella to no end. He pulled his body forward and brought his lips down to my biceps, pressing into my skin hard enough to bend his nose downward. He stayed that way for a good minute, as if he had frozen to my gun. Finally, he pulled back and stopped his lustful massage of my arm. I let the tensed thing relax. He then looked up at me and, laughing, asked if I was a top or a bottom. I smiled and said ‘what do you think?’ He said he thought all of my muscle could probably plow a mountain and I told him that was a nice compliment. With my free hand I grabbed his and guided it to my crotch, pressing his palm and fingers into the muscle I worked out the most.
There it was, that look of shock I had come to love so much. He thought my man-tits were huge. He thought my arms were enormous. He thought my legs were swollen beyond measure. He was, however, not prepared to know that the size of my love muscle matched the rest of me. I kept my hand on his, so he couldn’t jerk his away in fear. When his fingers finally started groping with exploratory excitement I pulled away. His squeezing stopped momentarily when I mentioned I wasn’t fully hard – the idea that my substantial tool could get bigger and harder almost terrified him, if he hadn’t been so turned on. When a guy openly fondles your enormous cock in the middle of a bar is when you know he’s completely yours. This dude had brought his other hand over to my crotch so he could do some double fisted groping. My response to his kind work was making him a little worried because he was actually beginning to realize just how massive my plowing machine would grow. I told him I hoped he was ready for a sore jaw and ass tomorrow and he said the pleasure would be all his. I guaranteed him that not all of it would be his.
I sealed the deal and finalized the catch by pulling him into my hard body, forcing him to turn his head upward to look me in the eyes. I brought my face down to his and gave him a kiss. When we stopped he was smiling and I asked him what he was thinking about. He told me he was imagining what I would look like in the morning with no shirt on. I suggested I carry him out of the place so he could go see.
“Fuck man, you’re really settling in. This pic is gonna get all the guys hungering for you.” Brax’s deep voice boomed.
“That distant stare… All those hard as shit muscles on full display in the afternoon sun. I can’t imagine a guy who wouldn’t want to get a taste of those salty lips while having your prickly beard pressing in their faces.” Brax continued with a soft whistle of admiration.
Brax tried adjusting his extremely formidable package with as much subtly as he could muster.
“Every boy on the block is gonna want to get up close with the guy who has biceps bigger than their heads.” Jeff replied with a grin.
The muscular beast swiped through the rest of his photo album. Jeff smiled while showing off some of the other pictures his photographer had made that day on the small phone screen.
It weren’t all that many. It hadn’t been long before the twerp taking pictures had given in too his urges and had licked each and every muscle that Jeff had on display squeaky clean.
Brax couldn’t decide if the special shine on Jeff’s huge chest in the pictures came from either a dive in the pool or was just from the natural layer of sweat coating the huge man.
Well, ‘natural’, that was a strong word.
“Very nice. Clearly I need to get me one of pro photographers too for a shoot.” Brax said while using his thick and muscular digit to do some more swiping down Jeff’s photo album.
Jeff raised an eyebrow.
“Those pictures on your Instagram looked alright.” The viking look Jeff said bemused, recalling the various lewd pictures of Brax bursting out of clothing.
Brax shrugged, his wide lats rolling with the effort.
“Lot’s of close-ups of my bulge. Need someone to capture the rest of my huge and hunky body. Whoever this dude is, he clearly appreciates your steel like muscularity.” Brax said with widening grin.
Jeff chuckled, the little guy sure had been in pure awe and admiration when Jeff had first thrown of his shirt and revealed his cobblestone six pack and voluminous pecs.
“Well, when you’re hung like us, it’s hard not having those monsterous cocks dominate every picture they’re in.” The viking mumbled while adjusting his own quickly inflating package.
Brax swiped through some more pictures. But his smile quickly faded when, in between the galleries of him using his footlong salami to split open bubble butts, and photo’s others had taken from is insanely muscular and manly physique, the big man noticed a selfie Jeff had taken.
“Dude.” Brax said in a tone of annoyance while his faced pulled into a grimace.
Jeff looked over, his selfie stretched out over the phone screen. His tanned skin almost immediately went white.
The selfie was from just a few weeks ago. Most wouldn’t recognise viking looking Jeff right away, mostly because he was a few hundred pounds lighter, nearly a foot and half shorter, and looked more like a twig than the towering hunk of manly muscle he was now.
The two friends locked eyes, Jeff’s cheeks burning scarlet on his pale skin.
“I told you to delete all your old pictures.” Brax said in a hushed tone.
Jeff looked at his size 17 feet in embarrassment.
“What if someone had found this selfie? What if someone had made the connection between this twig like stain of bones, and your current deliciously hunk and powerful body?” Brax scolded.
“I told, you could join our little league of super studs, but you had to keep a low profile. I thought you were settling in just fine…” Brax said, bouncing his pecs and stretching his large and beefy arms.
“We can’t have anyone know. Otherwise the whole town, the whole country, the whole world, they’d all want to be looking like a god of size and strength who can drive any girl of guy to orgasm with a simple glance. We really can’t have that, my brot--” Brax continued on babbling about ‘responsibility’ and ‘secrecy’ but Jeff wasn’t really listening anymore, checking out the grooves on his muscles was far more interesting.
“You didn’t transform anyone else, did you?” Brax said with side eyed glance, his voice cutting through the increasingly thick fog of pleasure clouding Jeff’s mind.
“What? Do the one thing you ordered me not too? No way.” Jeff said, in a tone that might to a more observant listener sound like slight panic.
Brax wasn’t really that observant any more though, his own steel like muscles brushing against the viking sitting next to him had awakened more than a few things inside him.
“Good. You know how easy it goes. Just one drop of cum down their throats and they’d be looking like an stallion made for fucking and lifting just like us. Then they can turn people into super studs themselves. The shit you’d be in if you turned someone without the league’s permission…” Brax mumbled while eyeing his friends outward jutting pecs
Jeff let out a nervous laugh hearing his friends comment, quickly putting his phone back in his pocket.
While doing so, his own twenty plus inch arm brushed against that of equally muscular Brax. That finally pushed both men over the edge, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling around the floor, kissing passionately in a duel of tongue’s.
Jeff was glad Brax hadn’t stumbled upon the big folder of Jeff’s thick manhood shooting loads down the throats of tiny and eager twinks. Turning a hundred men in his first week probably wasn’t gonna make Jeff look too good.
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The last part of agmsye and my RP.
Connor stared into the mirror at his unassuming form. He was nothing like the men the curse had created and he hated he would never be able to at least have sex with, let alone form a relationship with anyone guy now. Either they wouldn’t be interested, or he would be soft all the time. He grit his teeth, regretting being so rude to the guy before and being so picky about what he saw as the perfect guy. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glint, not a flash, but a glint.
He looked into the mirror more intense and noticed a slight shimmer washing away his imperfections. His formerly slightly spotty skin got freed of the pimples and took on a healthy tan. His face reformed into a more angular form, his jawline squaring out, not as much as Roman’s though. His eyes took a deeper shade of blue and gained a mischievous sparkle. Connor was totally perplexed by the sight and enjoyed the feeling of the shimmer working in his face.
He smiled, his teeth glinting as they realigned and became a pearly white. His lips looked fuller with a pink cupid’s bow curve. He brought his finger up and ran it along them, feeling them to be perfectly straight. Just at the tip of his finger, another glint shone. The finger began to lengthen and thicken, the growth seeming to spread into his palm and other fingers, looking oversized for his decent arms.
The shimmer worked further up his arms and slowly but steadily increased the size of first his forearms, which grew to the size of small hams and then his biceps and triceps, which took on the size of Softballs, gaining a nice horse shoe. The shimmer refined his shoulders too, widening them a bit and rounding them too, giving them a nice cannonball size.
Connor stared down in awe as he saw a glint form in the middle of his chest. His arms were flexed at his sides, but his attention was on the growing mounds under his shirt. Soon the cloth grew taut, then tight, then looked like it couldn’t contain much more. The square, pillowy mounds of muscle pressed his nips into the shirt and they looked ready to rip through it.
The magic started to work underneath his pecs too, refining Connor’s already not too shabby abdominal muscles. He had had a nice fit set of six-pack muscles before, but now he got a cobblestone road. The ridges between the individual bumps deepened and even revealed another row of muscles, making his abdominals into an eight-pack. Connor couldn’t see it beneath his tight shirt, but running his hand across his stomach confirmed the feeling he had.
Connor could feel his shirt pinching in his pits as it grew tight everywhere. His lats were pulling at the seams of his sides. His traps even rose up his neck. It suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed his hips and pulled back on him. Looking behind himself, he saw nothing. Until he looked down and saw the massive shelf of an ass he now had pushing at the seat of his pants.
The bubble butt stretched the textile taut over its shelf and made the changes of Connor’s legs even more noticeable since he could feel the fabric against his growing flesh. His thighs and calves ballooned outward, giving his new studly figure a Fitting pedestal and making him look like he was a regular of the track Team. His feet grew several sizes too making it necessary for his socks and shoes to grow a few sizes, to make place for his size 15s.
“Ro-Roman…” He tried to call out. His voice was smooth and deep. His own voice was turning him on. That’s when he realized he was still changing. His looked down and saw the light glint off the button on his pants. Just below it, he could see his basket bulge out. His cock AND balls were definitely growing. He could feel them fighting for spice in their confines. With some relief, he saw his cock snake down his left pant leg. It was pressed against the fabric, showing how thick it was. His jaw hung open as he stared at it.
Just then Roman came rushing in. “What’s up?”, he asked worried, before noticing how Connor had changed. He took the fabulous hunk before him in and took his dear time gazing at the obvious outline of Connor’s dick. A smirk crossed his handsome face and he chuckled “Mine is bigger and seeing you doesn’t help shrinking it either.”, while gesturing at the growing bulge in his own pants.
Connor found himself breathless. He was getting hard looking at Roman. A look of shock crossed his face as he realized it. He jumped at Roman to hug him, wrapping his thick arms around the hunk’s torso. It went beyond a hug as his mouth eagerly found Roman’s and began to passionately make out with him.
Their tongues intertwined as Connor began rubbing Roman’s impressive tool, while the other hunk was playing with Connor’s nipple through the tight shirt. Roman could feel his partner’s own impressive tool getting hard. It didn’t take Roman long to force Connor down to his knees easily, even though he was now pretty well built. Quickly Connor unbuckled Roman’s pants and worked the monstrous dick before him with expert hands.
Once Roman was fully hard, Connor wrapped his lips around Roman’s massive cock and began to blow him. His head bobbed up and down while his tongue pushed and prodded the massive cock. Connor’s hands were rubbing over Roman’s huge form and Roman’s hands were doing the same. Roman pushed Connor off his cock and instinctively took him to the bedroom, even though he had never been in the apartment before. Once on the bed, Connor resumed sucking Roman’s cock, but Roman maneuvered so they would be 69ing.
What followed was a night of passionate sucking, fucking (Mostly Roman jackhammering his tool into Connor’s tight ass) and bucket loads of cum. Finally after hours and hours of furious pounding the two fell asleep, Roman’s cock still buried deep inside Connor. The next morning the two studs woke up to the rhythmic pounding of Connor’s neighbor’s bed against the wall, accompanied by the moans of the guy’s wife, which stirred memories inside the sleepy Connor.
He remembered fucking his stud of neighbor’s husband. His wife liked to watch the two hunks go at it. The man had a tight ass and admitted to being bi-curious. After one night with Connor, he wasn’t curious anymore, he knew he liked it, and his wife did too, so it was a win-win situation. Connor would occasionally come over to get a piece of that hot ass so the wife could live out some of her stranger fantasies. She even wanted to do a three way with them. Connor’s recollection grew hazy as he felt Roman move next to him.
Connor blushed, another rush of memories hitting him. He remembered Kenichi pushing him over the laundry machine and shoving his horse-sized cock into Connor’s ass. Connor stuffed one of his jockstraps into his mouth so his moans wouldn’t alert anyone to what they were doing in the communal laundry room. They had almost gotten away with it, until that nerdy jock who lives with his grandma walked in and asked to join in.
Connor quickly walked on. As he passed the old woman’s flat he heard orgasmic screams from the inside, which usually meant that her grandson was home and had some guy or girl over to work his expert skills on, which Connor knew all too well. He was tempted to keep standing there and listen to the girl screaming down the house, while working along the length of his impressive tool through the fabric of his pants, but he couldn’t let Roman wait, so he left the house.
Connor walked confidently outside and hailed a taxi. He got inside and the smell of spices and musk hit him. It felt familiar somehow, and when he looked at the driver he knew why. He had forgotten his wallet the last time the taxi driver too him to college, so he paid with his expert blowjob skills. The middle eastern driver looked happy to see Connor and offered a free ride.
A short ride and what felt like a gallon of cum down Connor’s throat later, he left the taxi and said goodbye to the taxi driver who had a satisfied grin on his face which was no surprise, considering his musky footlong tool had just been expertly milked. Connor entered the Starbucks and immediately saw another familiar face in the queue. The football team’s water boy was waiting for his order, bewitching the cute guy behind the counter with some flexing of his muscles.
Connor smiled, thinking they made a cute couple. He remember even being the one to set them up. The water boy had just finished a workout and Connor happened to be heading to the Starbucks too. The hunky barista happened to be working and a bromance quickly formed. Just as fast as it formed, the bromance dropped the ‘b’ and they constantly flirted with each other while at work or games. The barista smiled as he saw Connor and motioned him to come forward, saying his order was almost done, as they were expecting him. Connor thanked the two as they went back to making googly eyes at each other.
Connor decided to walk home and get some fresh air. While walking down the street he spotted some guys he knew. Like the huge black guy from the club last night, who was strolling down the street, still dressed the same like yesterday, meaning he had probably spent the last night balls deep within some poor guy, or even the two stripper’s who Connor had introduced him to. The two strippers, Alex and James were close friends with Connor since the three of them had gone to the same high School. He knew they liked the black behemoth type, so Connor simply had to introduce them.
Connor chuckled to himself as he walked. He passed one of the practice fields and saw the football team practicing. Every one of those studs were shirtless, only wearing their large cleats and football tights. Coach Stromberg’s hairy form was on complete display. He was shirtless as well, and his shorts almost looked like a speedo. His pecs would bounce as he barked orders at the team. Connor lewdly rubbed his bulge as when he remembered Stromberg trying to recruit him for the team. Connor declined, but was convinced to at least join the after practice orgy. That was a fun afternoon.
Connor took his dear time walking home, passing by a police car with a familiar muscular cop, who had someone, maybe a criminal sucking his meaty dick off and making the car shake from his deep reverberating moans. Connor chuckled to himself as every built and handsome guy either winked at him or blushed and hurried his steps when they saw Connor’s imposing figure and even though there were so many guys, Connor remembered what each one of them like very clearly. But then finally, he reached his house.
Connor leaned over to his husband and gave him a passionate kiss, enjoying the feel of Roman’s stubble against his face. “I love you, Roman.”
“I love you too, Connor,” Roman answered and gave his husband another kiss.
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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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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.
Hello again everyone! I decided that I would let Wednesday blog posts be reserved for my reviews of things tangential to this forum, such as Patreon pages, comics or muscle-focused adult sites/films, both paywalled and freely available. For now, of course, I don’t have a ton of ideas of specific things to review, so first things first I’m asking you to leave a comment for what you want a review on. I’m curious to see what you are curious to see, as it were.