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  3. This is the beginning of the new section of the story. It could still be revised I suppose, but here is how it stands for now. This is not the last part, but it could be a while before any more is ready. I look forward to feedback and observations. Thanks guys. Part III Over the tops of the small university town's buildings, Jakk saw the people beginning to stir. Lights were coming on in windows, vehicles were starting to move. People were lining up at the rail stops. He knew that the lights and the trains wouldn't keep going much longer. The systems that allowed them to work were being hollowed out by his nutrient synthesis program. The system was learning as it went along. It was starting to actually attack elements of the power grid instead of just waiting for them to become idle. The program was growing and adapting, finding ways to corral more and more of the power grid. By causing overloads here and there, it created shutdowns of distribution. The power was never able to be restored to those systems. All that power was being set aside to build Jakk bigger and bigger. The cascading failure of the power grid meant more food for Jakk. He was giddy at the prospect, and determined to make himself even greedier as fast as he could. A couple of hundred people were staring up at Jakk in awe and shock. The idea that anyone really would grow so huge had never been imagined by the people in his academic community. He wondered how many of them recognized him. He wouldn't actively taunt them, but neither would he be swayed at all by any of their appeals to reason. His brain had grown and changed too. His cognitive abilities were shifted toward his agenda, without any concern at all for anyone else or what they wanted or needed. Jakk would become an even more gigantic muscle god, and then more. He soaked his awareness back into himself again, feeling his frame and all of his muscles swell and bulge with greater and greater ferocity, his nervous system a ruthless amplifier of sensation and acquisitive capacity. He wanted to grow faster, to dominate everything and use up more and more of the power on the planet. He wanted to consume all of its energy into his vast and burgeoning body. He knew that once he reached a certain degree of control over the grid, he would be unstoppable, and then he'd be able to grow even faster. Jakk felt the nutrients forming more of his body faster and faster. The grid was now seeming to pump itself directly into his muscles. He arched his back and raised his head toward the sky. He roared unabashedly, and terrified all of the people in the town. Since they started watching him just after dawn, he had grown another 150 feet taller, and was now 250 feet tall, his wildly hypertrophied physique was over seven million pounds. Jakk's head had grown too, of course, to accomodate all the new nervous control, but he knew that his head was incredibly small compared to body's scale. As he looked from side to side, as much as he could turn his head, he marvelled at how vastly wide his body was. He figured that his shoulders were as wide as 10 buses placed end to end, and he could feel his lats protuding out even further from his back, both to the sides and further back as they thickened. He roared again, celebrating the sensation of his muscular mass, which was growing bigger and bigger every second. Jack concentrated as hard as he could, to make it happen even faster. Within a few minutes, all of the power grid within about 200 square kilometers except that in the computer lab, which was feeding him, was shut off. He expanded the nutrient circumference in his stomach until he felt like he couldn't take any more pressure. Suddenly he started to grow like never before. His height shot up by more than fifty feet in just a couple of minutes, and even as that was happening, he grew more muscular than ever. He felt amazing. He concentrated again. This time the grid shut down over 700 square kilometers, and although he was already growing much faster than before, Jakk forced the issue again with his matter broadcasters, building the pressure and size of the nutrients in his stomach until he felt very uncomfortable, on the verge of pain. Now Jakk was growing so fast it was almost disorienting. His body soared up higher and higher into the sky, and became more and more packed with muscle. I'm going to turn the world into my muscles, he thought, filled with lust and joy at the prospect. The lowest level of clouds seemed almost close enough to touch. Soon he would be able to stir them around with his hands. He focused again and knocked out the power for 3000 square kilometers. Most of the province. Jakk spoke to those down below. "Now I'm going to grow into your God." he said calmly. he began constantly expanding the nutrient density and circumference inside himself, but it didn't hurt any more. He was more efficient now. He began to explode with size. He was bigger than a mountain within just a few minutes, and growing faster and faster. He felt the power blasting into him, his body was literally growing by orders of magnitude now. Even a small fraction of the pleasure he was feeling now would kill a man. Jakk wanted more. He was determined to grow billions of times bigger. He could already feel the inevitiblilty of it, of himself consuming everything, converting more and more and more into his muscles, his cosmicly huge body. He started laughing again, the glee overcoming him as he kept on exploding with size and mass and power. "MORE!" he roared over and over. On the other side of the planet, his program had gained control of a group of orbital laser platforms. They immediately started to blast down onto the surface and melt everything into a plasma, which was being collected by phantom beam power and fed into the grid to be used to help Jakk grow faster. They kept eating away at the material of the surface, digging into the ground and consuming the land. in an hour, hundreds of cubic kilometers of earth had been vaporized. Suddenly, Jakk became aware of what was going on with the laser platforms. This is serious, Jakk thought. The system is starting to eat the planet and feed it to me. There will no going back once this gets very far along. Jakk wanted to jump up and down. He was eating the world! I'm going to cram it all into my muscles! I'm going to turn EVERYTHING into ME! His growth kept accelerating, faster and faster now. The planetary defense systems had been brought under his control, and subverted to feed him the planet. Jakk looked around the grid with his mind and discovered six more groups of laser platforms. He immediately took control of them and duplicated the process. Now he was consuming seven of the nine continental plates on the planet. I will empty those plates, but I need to get started on the other two as soon as I can figure out a way. Jakk's body was visible for thousands of kilometers in every direction. His body was changing the weather, and his weight was warping the surface of the planet. The grid acquisition program was starting to manipulate the atmosphere, so that it was deeper around Jakk, and not as thick anywhere else. It was also comandeering desalination plants and parsing the ocean minerals. For miles and miles along the coastlines, mile high batteries were collecting electrochemical energy and feeding it into the grid. More for Jakk. The laser platforms focused on areas with the most to offer, minerals, material that would give the most energy. More for Jakk. An entire mountain range had already been leveled on the far side of the planet, and what was left looked like matte finished glass, about 300 feet below the surrounding elevation. More for Jakk. There were whole islands that were gone, whole cities wiped off the map, entire ecosystems evaporated. More for Jakk. More for Jakk. More for Jakk. Jakk knew what was happening to all of these places, and he was happy about it. He wasn't interested in being sentimental about things that could become his body, his frame, his muscles. The orbital platforms continued to blast the surface, but they were moving in orbit to form a circle in one particular area of the globe. The southern hemisphere near a rift between two plates. The tectonic plates were moving apart there, leaving a gap which produced a string of volcanoes and fissures. Jakk knew what was about to start. All of the lasers trained on the planet's largest volcano, Mount Nolvodus, on the end of a chain of volcanic islands. The Volcano began erupting but the magma and lava was being vaporized and converted into power. Jakk felt an amazing surge of even faster growth. The lasers kept boring away at the volcano. Several other nearby volcanoes began erupting violently. water from the ocean began to fall into the hole being drilled by the lasers, sending up immense plumes of steam that started the rotation pattern for a cyclone, then another, and another. soon there were three powerful hurricaines swirling about the south seas, further south than would ever happen normally. The lasers kept drilling away at the volcano's coordinates, even though the mountain was long gone. Soon a long crack formed in the area, and all of the erupting vocanoes and the islands around them shook dramatically, triggering tsunamis that spread out across the ocean in every direction. before another hour passed, the crack opened wider, and all of the islands fell into it, followed by vast roaring swaths of ocean water, making a bigger plume of steam, that reached out beyond the atmosphere into space. Jakk was growing so much faster now, it was dizzying, but he just wanted more and more and more. More for Jakk. More for Jakk! Jakk was taller than any mountain, and nearly as wide, stuffed with expanses of muscle bigger than whole regions of Aminoterre. He reveled in the sensation of his size and power. His consciousness migrated around in him, fully feeling all the immensity of himself, and the way his body kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. He could never get tired of feeling himself grow. It was the most compelling, addictive sensation imaginable. Jakk knew that he would never have even thought about this kind of thing before the experiment, but now it was the only thing that mattered. Was he even the same man? No, he thought, and why would he ever want to be, when he was now becoming cosmically huge, with a mind so supremely capable, entirely focused on growth and mass and power. "I am all that matters!" I am everything!" Jakk exulted. He knew the next step was going to make him bigger than a world. "Yeah, ME! ME ME ME!"
  4. Fair enough. It would be interesting to see what Fair enough. It would be interesting to see what Mitch had to go through in his trials. True. None of my 'disasters' were done with my best interests at heart. I do not believe in 'tough love' for nice people.
  5. Sorry at the moment I don't have any future plans for this one. It was intended to just be a one and done kind of story.
  6. Eacj of this stopries are unique and amazing and this was no less. Great work. Everyone would love to have a pool boy like him
  7. Is there a chance for a next part?!
  8. High school hadn’t exactly been a good time for me. I was a certified nerd and everybody knew it which had made me the perfect victim for the jocks and preps that thought they were above me. I was nothing but a punching bag to them and it had been a long miserable four years as I waited to graduate and escape to college where I could try and start again. Chief among all those bullies had been Kieran Stock. He was captain of the football team and easily the most arrogant person imaginable. He acted like the sun moved around him and that we should all bow down to his feet simply because he’d been blessed with good genetics and the opportunity to be born into a rich family with connections to the school board that meant he was never held responsible for his bullying actions or punished. Kieran was the guy that every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be, including me. How could I not? I was miserable and mostly friend-less so of course I daydreamed what it would be like to be a big bad jock like Kieran. It wasn’t as if I’d ever receive that opportunity and my only ever relationship with Kieran would be him trapping me in lockers or facing my head down a toilet bowl. I both loathed and envied him. The moment I discovered the news that my company had just hired Kieran my heart sunk. The thought of confronting my high school bully even fifteen years on filled me with dread and I was terrified that Kieran would pick up where he left off and humiliate me in front of all my work friends. No doubt he had countless stories that would emasculate me. Much to my surprise though, the Kieran Stock that now worked with me was nothing like the arrogant jerk I remembered. He still had a foul attitude, sure, but he had all but lost every physical advantage that had made him so attractive in the first place. The hard athletic muscle had faded leaving him with a hanging gut and flabby arms. His once sharp jawline had been all but hidden by a double chin and his once long flowing hair was now thin and short. I could hardly even believe they were the same person. What had happened to the jock that I had both hated and had a crush on? How had he managed to throw his perfect life away so completely that he was now nothing but a washed-up loser? One thing that hadn’t changed about Kieran was his attitude. He still acted like he was the boss of me despite the fact I had more experience and the respect of our coworkers. They all thought he was a bitter douchebag too and our situations from high school had been completely reversed with myself now being the popular one of the two. Unlike him though I didn’t take advantage of that and make his life miserable by taunting him because even though I had grown more confident over the years I still wasn’t that kind of person. Arguing in the office wasn’t exactly uncommon even if I did my best to try and diffuse the situation. Unfortunately Kieran seemed to thrive on fighting with me and considering he didn’t have the physical strength to back him up anymore he had to resort to using words. Adulthood had treated me rather well - especially in comparison to Kieran - and I was both taller and leaner than I had been in high school but I didn’t exactly make a point to do much exercise other than the occasional run around the block. I didn’t think I was doing too bad for myself but Kieran still tried to pick on me and it was infuriating. “If I’d had half as much as you did in high school I wouldn’t have thrown it all away!” I snapped, losing my patience with him once and for all. “I wouldn’t be an overweight, immature failure like you. I would have made something of my life!” I wasn’t proud of what I was saying but it needed to be said. Kieran certainly looked shocked that I had the nerve to call him out like that. At the time I was ashamed of how I had lost control of my temper but I had no idea just how prophetic would come to be. The face that greeted me in the mirror the next morning was definitely a sign that my words had indeed had more impact than I’d ever intended. That face was most certainly Kieran Stock’s but it wasn’t the bloated visage I had become used to seeing upon my arrival at work every morning. His jawline was sharp, his hair was thick and a healthy layer of stubble covered the lower half of his face. He looked every bit like the stud I remembered from high school, just ten years older. “Holy shit,” I gasped, surprising myself once more with Kieran’s recognizably deep voice. Despite his physical transformation between our high school days and him arriving at the office his deep voice was the only thing that seemed to have become more appealing. Now it was speaking my words and that was enough to cause a stirring in my crotch because it sounded so authoritative and masculine. I was a smart guy; it didn’t take me long to realize what was happening. Even a look around the bedroom confirmed that I wasn’t in my own small one-bedroom apartment and I certainly wasn’t in whatever pigsty Kieran lived in. This place was spacious and luxuriously decorated and most definitely cost more than I earned in a year. It was a level of luxury I wasn’t used to and I felt like I was intruding just by being there - not to mention in a body that was definitely not my own. Unfamiliar memories began to trickle through my mind and despite how strange it felt to remember things that I knew hadn’t really happened to me, I was ready and willing to accept them as the truth. While I didn’t feel too bad about what I had made of my own life since high school, it was clear just from looking around the bedroom and at my reflection that this body and life was far more desirable than what I had been living before. My name was Kieran Stock and my life had been pretty great. I was captain of the football team in high school and prom king, having dated and fucked most of the cheerleading team. Good memories, I thought with a smile. Those memories felt so real to me now that I didn’t even want to question them any more. After high school I had attended college on a football scholarship and from there I had been scouted by the NFL and became one of the top professional players. It was really no surprise I could afford a place this sweet! Reality had reshaped around the original Kieran and I, proving that I hadn’t been wrong when I’d declared that I would have made something of his life had I been given the same opportunities as he had. The longer I spent in this body and this new reality the more the memories became the only thing I could remember and my personality adjusted to this new life. I certainly became more confident and flirtatious, although I lost my attraction towards other men. I picked on boys in high school for being queer, I remembered. That didn’t seem quite right but it was all I could remember so it must be true. I had only ever had a thing for women - particularly cheerleaders which is why my latest squeeze is one of the girls prancing around in a short skirt with her pom-poms during my pro matches. It’s a damn fine view if you know what I mean! The former Kieran came to every single one of my games despite neither of us having any strong lasting memories of who we had been before the reality shift. If we had then I might have noticed that he had treated my old body with just as much disregard as he had his own. Instead all I saw was the fat mess that had become of one of my favorite queer punching bags from high school. I bet I could easily take advantage of how pathetic and desperate he is now by fucking his queer mouth with my thick cock once the game’s over. I’m no faggot but I love forcing men to worship me and take my cock like common whores and would there be anything more rewarding than making one of the biggest losers from high school admit just how much of a loser he still was compared to somebody like me? I’ll let you in on a little secret - it’s damn good to be me. Sadly for him there’s only one Kieran Stock and it’s sure as hell not him! This story is a sample of my work from my old tumblr account. I still regularly post new content featuring various transformations over on Cavanaugh Stories and my Patreon page if you're interested in reading more!
  9. All made sense to me and I thought the characters were believable. Hot choice with Davy Michael for the image of the "New" Alpha at the end!
  10. Would love to see a public growth situation! Loving this story so far. I get excited every time I see a notification.
  11. Caint wait for more to this story it’s great and would love to figure out why he grows with big guy the Mistory still stands
  12. Brett stood outside of the Martinson's villa, a modest two-bedroom home in a gated community in Florida. The complex was one of many in the community, an hour's drive from Ft. Lauderdale and a large portion of the area's retirees. While a majority of the residents were retired or close to it, some, like the Mr. and Mrs. Martinson, had day jobs. Lifting up the welcome mat, he found the key beneath and unlocked the front door. "Mr. and Mrs. Martinson?" he called out, his melodious baritone voice slightly echoing off the walls. "It's Brett." Being one of the community's few pool maintenance technicians, (or "pool boys," as they're also called) he went to various house in the community, helping the residents maintain their pools. Since Mr. Martinson, an anatomy and physiology teacher at the local university, was often at home and self-sufficient enough to clean his own pool, there wasn't much to do in that regard. His visits were usually of a different nature. "Come on in, darling," a rich alto sang in response that could only be Helena Martinson, an opera singer and music teacher at the same university. "Alec will be teaching for another hour or so, so we have the whole place to ourselves." She practically purred that last phrase as she was feeling very frisky. With a smirk and a bounce of his pecs, Brett removed his royal blue tank top with the company logo on the left side and draped it over a nearby chair. Slipping off his flip-flops and his white cargo shorts, he headed to the nearby jacuzzi, dressed in a neon yellow Speedo with a sizable bulge. His rippling muscles gleamed in the sunlight that streamed in from the large skylight overhead, the sheen a result of the sunscreen he applied earlier to his bronzed skin earlier in the day. Sliding into the warm water, he stared seductively at the hot cougar, her own athletic body clad in a black two-piece bikini with hibiscus flowers all over it. Her athletic body was a testament to the regular exercise regimen she kept, which often included regular visits from the pool boy with the bodybuilder's muscles. She moaned softly as her hands went to his massive pecs, feeling every inch of the powerful sinews beneath her hands. "I always love it when you come over, Brett dear," she cooed, her nipples stiffening beneath her top. "It's my favorite workout of the day." "Is that so, Mrs. M?" Brett responded, bouncing his shelf-like pecs. "One might think you only like me for my cock." "Ooh, that's not true. There's your handsome face," her hand slid along his lantern jaw and down his bull-like neck, "And you're Herculean body." Her other hand slid its way past his Speedo and found his thickening cock. "Well, you're not wasting any time, Mrs. M." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. With a practiced touch, he deftly removed her top, tossing it to one side as her shapely breasts spilled out before him. Grabbing her left tit, he gave it a squeeze as he kissed her passionately. "I think it's time for my... treatment." "I'll see what I can do, dear," she purred as she kissed him in return, a sexual fire burning within them both. Their remaining clothes were quickly shed as passion overtook them both. Her hands found his wide back, his bulging biceps rippling with strength, his eight-pack abs. Meanwhile, his hands were all over her tits, her shapely waist, her ass, her hot pussy. "Oh, Brett, you're like Poseidon himself graced me with his godlike presence," she moaned as she straddled his tree trunk legs, jerking his throbbing cock. "I love it when you fill me with your cock." Moaning, she impaled her pussy on his member, riding him like a cowgirl as he bucked his hips in time with her. His mouth found a nipple, and he sucked on it like a baby would. He gave a growl of lust and passion as he fucked her expertly, the result of many years of practice. His model looks, bodybuilder's muscles, and porn star cock got him many sexual partners over the years, including half the people in this gated community. "Let's take this somewhere else," he growled as he held her close. With no visible effort, he stood up, his powerful arm beneath her ass, and exited the pool. She moaned as she always did, in lust with his superior strength and power. He plowed her with wild abandon, her legs around his rock-hard waist as his arms rippled with strength. "Oh, Brett, you are a god," Helena cried out, her voice rough with lust and her impending orgasm. "You're more man than anyone deserves, so powerful, so beautiful. I love you, my god." She shuddered in orgasm as he continued fucking her, his own orgasm nearing. "Rrrgh, so close, Mrs. M. So close to blowing. You ready?" He could feel his balls churning with a heavy load, as they often did. She moaned in lust, the closest she would get to saying yes. Releasing his hold on his balls, he let out a roar as he came, filling her with volley after volley of cum. After a couple of minutes, they descended from their mutual orgasms. Lowering her to the reclining chair, he slide his cock out of her pussy, just as he heard the door open. "Oh, hello, Brett," Alec Martinson said, as casual as if he was used to seeing his wife passed out from getting fucked by the pool boy. "I see you've started your treatment for your stage-3 hypertesticulosis." "Yup, and Mrs. M was kind enough to help me start," Brett rumbled as he used a moist towelette to clean off his sticky cock. "Though, I think I still need to continue my treatment." He bounced his pecs invitingly as Alec put his bag down near the sliding glass door to the office he and his wife shared. Alec removed his gray polo shirt, revealing a physique that, while nowhere near the same quality as Brett, was very respectable for a man in his forties. It was Alec, who was also a practicing doctor, that diagnosed Brett with the rare genetic disorder. Similar in ways to hypergonadism, hypertesticulosis was especially prominent in the men in Brett's family. Production of testosterone was higher than expected for hypergonadism, and, as the condition progressed through its three stages, it became more and more pronounced. Eventually, it got to the point where his semen production was so high that he needed to cum multiple times a day to prevent pain and discomfort. The benefit to his condition was that increased testosterone aided his muscle growth, so he was the most massive and ripped of every guy around him. Wasting no time, Alec dropped to his knees as he continued undressing, licking and sucking the massive throbbing member of the muscle-god before him. Before long, he was naked and horny as if he had never jerked off that morning, a mental image of Brett conjured in his mind. Brett flexed, his biceps forming twin peaks of rock-hard sinew as Alec worshiped fervently, his own body a tribute to the god in front of him. "Fuck, you're so hot, Brett," he moaned, his hand pumping away on his cock. "So much bigger and stronger than everyone. It's why I lift, my god. I lift to make my body a temple to your glory. Please, my god, bless my body with your divine cum." Alec slowly stood, his tongue slaloming among the eight brick-like protrusions of Brett's washboard abs, between the valley of his massive pecs, finally ending at his bull-like neck. "Take me, my god. I'm yours." With a growl of lust, Brett lifted Alec with both arms, his biceps rippling with power, and plunged his cock into Alec's ass. "Rrragh, you like that, Alec?" he growled, his own passion overtaking him. "You like your god plowing you? Claiming you as mine with every fuck?" "Ye-e-es, my g-o-o-od," he moaned, his voice shaking with the effort of getting fucked to high heaven and back. "Breed me, my god. Breed me like you bred my wife." They kept at it for hours, with Brett filling Alec's ass just as Helena woke up. After finishing with him, Helena took Brett's cock in her ass while her husband filled her pussy with his own cock, an impressive eight inches that was dwarfed by Brett's eleven-inch monster. They fucked multiple ways in multiple positions, eventually ending with both Helena and Alec passed out poolside, their bodies exhausted from sex and covered in Brett's cum. After cleaning himself up, Brett left the Martinsons to sleep off their sexual encounter as he moved on to the neighbor's house. Brett couldn't wait to "clean the pool" of the Kazinsky family, especially since model Sheila would have her twin sister Tina over.
  13. here's a vote for more straight leaning transformations - maybe a guy too shy to approach a girl, then stealing muscle from her overbearing/abusive boyfriend
  14. ((The strongest and highest will in life is not the futile struggle for life, but the will to fight, the will to control.)) Friedrich Nietzsche Yes my friend, it's all about the DOMINATION Let's complete this mad journy and go to the MAX!!!!
  15. Thanks guys. Was worried the story's twist couldn't be understood. But how did you guys find it? How were the characters?
  16. What a great story, lovin it! I know how he feels when you pull up the trunks!
  17. I love how you’ve kept the writing flowing in such a way, it leaves us wanting that little bit more each time. I love i Thank you
  18. Thank you for that. The experience of being on stage and the trepidation turned to unbridled showmanship was extremely well written. The self realization that one is a true show off is exactly like that. Well done.
  19. Love a good role reversal! Great read as always.
  20. Thank you Ro20316 and kadan! Yeah it could be a great story! Those two godly beings fighting for supremacy, those immense powers colliding, maybe comparing the strengh of their muscles, the size of their cocks, maybe even rubbing each other’s perfect bodies and finding an unexpected pleasure in showing off, or in dominating... In this story I wanted to explore a (dark) deep desire that I find extremely sexy: lust for power. And how power often manifests as obscenely developed muscles or as a huge cock endowment and a manly/cocky/hypersexual attitude. And also the concept of taking it all to an extreme, to the final consequences, and finding pleasure in that overwhelming sense of absolute power and perfection. Thank you for your kind words!
  21. I would like to see some less often seen themes, like nerds that are intellectual bullies to jocks and get punished by karma or maybe just theft (like the type in The Alpha the Omega and the Rest of Us). I also would like to see along with any role reversal, more theft (atribute theft where everything is fair, or unfair, game), height increase, and dominance.
  22. That might start worrying James. It's one thing to be OK with something when you are visualizing it to see what your feelings are. It is another when it becomes actualized and is no longer an abstraction; it's a tangible reality.
  23. just saying but try a less dark font due is a bit dificult to read
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