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Mike: The Workout by NerdJock Note: This is one of my very first stories... I decided to stop by the gym after finishing a quick run. I hadn't been there in a quite a while and I was in the mood for a little action, which I never had a problem finding when I went to a regular gym. You see, I'm not quite sure whether it's genetics or something else, but I have some very special physical abilities. While I'm shredded, I'm not that huge. My arms are 19" maybe 20" pumped, my chest is only 58"and my thighs are 29". What really gets me the stairs is my waist, which is a cut 28". Not to mention I have a killer 8-pack and about 4% body fat. You could see every muscle fiber in my body, but I'm getting a little off track. So I walk in and place my membership card on the desk. From what I could see the attendant is a pretty hot little stud. Good sized and well defined body. A good dusting of light hair on his arms and, I was happy to see, he left the hair on his chest trailing down and getting lost in his tank-top. Judging from the board shorts and the above average build, I'd say he's a surfer. I like surfers, great strength, stamina and coordination. Given that he works at a gym, probably into muscle too. That's even better. He finally looks up from reading his copy of Men's Workout and his jaw about hit the desk. I was right definitely into muscle. I'll make sure to give him a good show. Over his shoulder I see the television is tuned to the Olympic marathon and I couldn't help but chuckle. The guys thought they were so good, but the wouldn't stand much of a chance against me, and that's not just ego talking. As I mentioned, I just finished a quick run, at least for me. For other people it'd be impossible. My usual warm up run takes me about 30 minutes and covers about 30 miles. On top of that, I strap weights onto my ankles, wrists and chest. These aren't little weights either. Each ankle has 65 lbs, each wrist another 45 lbs, and my chest gets 120 lbs. Yup a total of 340 lbs, not bad, eh? That and still a one-minute mile, I'd like to see any of those Olympic guys do that. Anyway, my laughing brought the cute little stud back to his senses. He blushed a little and scanned my ID card, seeing that I had a lifetime membership. I realized that he might have thought I was laughing at him so I decided to put his mind at ease, "You must be new here, my name's Mike," as I extended my hand. As he watched the muscle in my flex and writhe with that simple movement, "Martin. Yeah I just started here a few weeks ago. Never seen you around; I'm sure I'd remember." "Yeah I travel a lot and just got back in town," I lied. "I was just watching the Olympics. Kind of funny don't you think?" He looked at me a little funny and said, "Yeah...I guess." No problem, he'll realize why later. I decided that he was going to be my target for the day. "We'll I'd better get started," as I walked away I caught Martin starting at my back and probably my ass; his eyes kind of glazed over. Damn I love having that effect on people. No ego there, right? Well I'd only run about 20 miles and hadn't really broken a sweat and I noticed that the gym had gotten a few of those elliptical trainers that simulate running. Might as well given them a try. I wasn't sure the machine could support my 230 plus the extra 340 I was carrying so I stopped off by the locker room to drop it off before getting on the machine. I entered my current weight and selected the most difficult setting. I started my workout and couldn't help but laugh again. I didn't notice any resistance what so ever. I watched the speed indicator go past 100, 120 RPMs, then 150 RPMs and this was still way to easy. Oh well, I'll just keep it here for a while. I kept glancing at the distance and time indicator. 10 minutes and 20 miles later I was getting bored, I was just about to get off, when I noticed Martin gawking at me again. Thinking about it from his point- of-view, I can see why. My body is probably a blur of movement though it feels perfectly natural to me. Maybe I shouldn't be showing off this way; besides I'm getting bored. I slowed down and glanced at the workout summary. Total distance 27 miles, time 12 minutes, max RPMs 167, and max heart rate a cool 65 bpm. Not to bad, another good warm-up. I got off the machine, still not having broken a real sweat yet, and walked back over to Martin. "Shit man, that was amazing." He walked over and glanced at the screen and about fell over. "Holy fuck! That's fuckin' incredible. You're not even breathing. How'd you do that?" "It's not very challenging actually. Not a bad machine, just not hard enough," I said rather nonchalantly. I looked around the weight area not another soul to be found. Perfect. How should I really impress my little friend today? I flexed each body part slowly, pretending to stretch, and checked Martin's reaction to each one. When I hit my tri's his eyes got wide. I flexed my biceps and they got even wider. Just like I thought an arm man. Okay Martin, my boy, arms it is. I went over to the Preacher Curl machine. I never really liked these, plus there's only 180 pounds on the stack. Not much work there, so I grabbed a straight bar and went to the preacher bench. I grabbed a couple of 45s on put one on each side; this'll grab him. "Hey Martin, mind spotting me for a sec." He walked over trying to look like he wasn't in a hurry. When he got there he asked, "So how many you going for?" "I don't know 15 or 20, this is just a warm up." "You're kidding right? This is 115 pounds." "Trust me," I said as I flashed an over-confident smile and sat down on the bench. I reached over and grabbed the bar easily lifting it off the supports. I started doing my set in slow strict form. Martin stood there watching my bicep contract and force the veins into even greater relief as the blood rushed into my arm. After 20 reps I stopped and set the weight back in it's support. "Fuck dude, I've seen guys lift weight like that before, but you make it seem so easy. After 20 reps you're not even breathing. How the hell do you do that?" "I'll tell you in a minute. It's time for my next set." I got up and grabbed another pair of 45s and slapped them on the each side. Martin's eyes went wide again. "Now way man. No one can do that." "We'll see." I put on a cocky smile as I reached over the bench again. This time I only grabbed the bar with my left hand. "No way, dude. No way," Martin said shaking his head. I just looked over at him still smiling and flexed my left bicep. The bar lifted off the support just as smoothly as the first time. Martin's jaw dropped. I did 25 reps in perfect strict form before setting the bar back down and switching hands. I did another 25 perfect reps with my right arm before setting the bar down. "That's amazing. You just curled more then I fuckin' weight with a single arm! I stood up and hit a double bicep pose. Each muscle fiber is clearly visible and pulsing with strength and I still haven't really done anything yet. I reached over and squeezed my right bi. Harder then steal. Martin licked his lips and flexed his fingers for a bit. "Go ahead and give them a feel. Tell me what you think." He just looked at me. I nodded as he slowly reached over and feel my arm. He squeezed lightly and then with growing force, though nothing to bother me. I've broken a vice on these arms, but that's another story. I looked down and noticed a bulge growing in Martin's board shorts. "So what do you think?" "Fucking incredible. It's so hard. It's like feeling a warm rock. You're still not even breathing, was that hard? "That, my friend, was nothing. Why don't you lock the door and I'll really show you something." He ran to the front as fast as he could and I knew I had him. He was back in less then 30 seconds. I walked over and grabbed another set of plates and asked Martin to bring two more. I moved the weight from the smaller bar to a full size one since I didn't know if it could support this weight. Four 45 pound plates on each side, plus the bar, a total of 405 pounds. Still not quite my max, but it'll knock Martin's socks and probably his cock off, judging from the growing bulge in his shorts. Not a bad package either, but back to business. Again I reached over and grabbed the bar with my left hand. I took a breath and cleanly lifted the bar off the support. 10 reps, 20, 25, but I didn't stop there, 30, 35, 40. After 45 Martin started counting them off. "46, 47, 48, Holy Shit, 49, 50!" I set the bar down, changed hands and started again. "...48, 49, 50!" I returned the bar to it's support. "Amazing. Fuckin' Amazing, dude. You must be the strongest man alive," He reached over and rubbed my biceps again. "Damn. It's so hard and it fells like you have a nuclear rector in there." "Maybe I do, " I smiled at him as I reached down and cupped his growing erection. "You're not so soft yourself. I guess you like what you've seen so far, eh?" "Oh yeah. Absolutely incredible. I still can't believe it." "That? Well that wasn't to bad. Still a little to light though." I reached around his legs and back, scooped him into my arms, and started to curl him. "Shi.." I interrupted him, "You're not very heavy yourself, what about 195?" "What? Yeah, how'd you know?" "I know my weights pretty well. Go ahead feel them up and squeeze as hard as you want. I don't mind at all," I said as I continued effortlessly curling this stud's body. Martin reached over and grabbed my right peak and squeezed with all his might. It felt like a drop of rain. I never have found a man strong enough to do much more then that. He stopped squeezing and I put him down after about 60 reps. He started rubbing his forearm. "It's so hard. I didn't even make a dent in it and my hands are pretty strong." "You don't say. Here grab more forearm, and tell me if you like this." I grabbed a 2 and half pound weight and held it in my palm as Marty grabbed my arm. Then I slowly closed my hard, watching the "hard" iron get crushed by my powerful fingers. To me it was as soft as wet clay. After I closed my hand I rolled the weight in my hand until all that was left was a small ball of iron. I opened my hand and Marty let go. His breathing was a bit labored. When I looked at his basket I knew why a wet spot had formed on his shorts. He shot his load. "Ahh Marty, that was supposed to be mine." I reached around his waist, just above the belt line and lifted him high into the air. His feet were dangling around my waist a good three feet off the ground. He put his arms on my head to steady himself. I pulled his shorts off careful not to rip them, and saw the thick cream on his still throbbing cock. "Now look at this mess," I said as I inhaled his hard cock and cleaned all the cum off it, but I didn't stop there. I moved his body away from mine, pulling his cock from my mouth. "You got any more for me?" I swallowed his cock again and started flexing my arm. Using the motion to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I applied a little pressure with my tongue and started sucking. It didn't take long before I was rewarded with another blast of his cream. I still kept going and got another couple of blasts before he was done. I pulled him out and set him back on the floor. "Holy shit! That was the best sex I've ever had. No one has ever made me feel that way or cum more then once so quickly!" "Hey, my little man, that's just my first exercise. I'm not done with my workout yet." I smiled with my cocky grin. "Oh shit yeah." His eyes glossed over and he smiled back.

Great christening! Nice to see that again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a repost from the old forum to help christen this new site. I hope you enjoy a second read. The Commando I feel my big pecs as I stare in the mirror. My fingers tracing the thick shelves of muscle and casually teasing one of my tough nipples until it is hard enough to etch diamonds. Even as I take a casual breath the fibres flex without conscious effort, bunching and rolling beneath my skin. The muscle underneath is harder than granite. Harder than steel. Perhaps harder than any other substance on the planet. Beads of sweat are still running down the naked skin of my chest and through the deep valleys of my abs as I admire the pump from my first workout of the day. After that session I know I need a new way to train. I think of the yard outside, strewn with pieces of tanks and machinery left scattered after the orgy of devastation I just wrought with these hands. Big hands. Powerful. Each fist the size of a prize turkey. In the mirror I am swollen like a massive god. Fuck I’m so huge. So thick. So strong. Has any being walked the earth who possesses the power I have in one arm? Reaching across the table I grab a container of my special protein drink. It is about the size of four litres. I chug it back feeling the liquid hit my stomach like a lead weight. My muscles absorbing the fluid immediately and I feel the fibres knitting themselves back together, bigger and stronger than they were before. Casting aside the empty container from my hand, I pick up another container and start drinking it down. One container after another. Until all five containers from the table lie strewn about the floor. Feeding my needs and fuelling my growth. BANG I ignore it. BANG I tip back the last container onto my lips. Each milky thick drop pouring down my hungry throat. Only now am I starting to feel satiated. BANG As the liquid finishes pouring down my throat I finally turn my attention to the noise and I toss the empty container so hard that it hits the wall, shattering the plastic. “COME!” I rumble. In the big, empty room the echo is amplifying my already deep voice. It’s not as easy a command as it would be in any other “office”. The door is so heavy that the average man could never open it. The Ministry of Defence has rigged it up for me, thick steel plates, wider than the doors of a bank vault and just as impossible for the average man to move. But as I watch the door open, metal heaved and moved as it is wrestled out of the way by a man very determined to see me. The door takes him less time than it would any of the others. And it isn’t long before Royal Marine Commando Corporal Roger Clarke struts inside. He never walks. He struts. He is one jacked wanker, and he thinks he’s the dog’s bollocks. I suppose in every way he is. Of all the recruits to the program he is the biggest and the best. And like all the other recruits the program has amplified his alpha male instincts. You already have to be a cocky lad to join one of the most elite special forces in the world, but these recruits were the best of the best. And showing excellent progress. Corporal Clarke is top drawer. He smirks at me. He just can’t help himself. “Reporting for my weekly jab sir,” he reminds me. He stands straight, rigid. His green beret framing his square jawed face. So very handsome. A shadow of stubble is present even this early in the morning, and I know as well as anyone on base how fastidious the commandos are about personal hygiene. But with so much testosterone flowing in your system what can you do? Personally I’ve given up shaving and just trim my beard instead. It’s just fucking easier that way, even if I have to do it several times a day. Like the other program recruits he wears only his regulation trousers, and even these days the trousers aren’t quite adequate to contain him. I inspect his physique as I watch him walk towards me. The corporal has grown bigger. But I knew that already. I’ve been watching. He’s growing into a strong son of a bitch. And his vast strength has established him at the top of the pecking order of his fellow volunteers. I lick my lips involuntarily and the gesture isn’t missed by the corporal. He stands tall. His shoulders are wide as an ox. Probably wider, as I’ve never seen an ox in my life and can’t imagine one as big. Every muscle is impossibly etched. Thick and full. I regard him with respect, his full 200cm height already makes him imposing. But less than four percent of his 150kg weight is fat. And what fucking muscle. The corporal’s neck is a thick column, wider even than his head. Those thick shoulders, and delts, massive and round, framing lats that are so wide they press against his horseshoe triceps and force his arms to hang out from his body. All of which make his waist appear even narrower. But fuck! Those pecs! So massive, so overdeveloped. Delicious. His arms, the pride of any man, are simply huge. Biceps that are pumped looking even when stone cold, meaty with veins that run across them just under his skin. Row after row of bricks form lines on his torso, hard and deep and just dragging the eye downwards to the mammoth quads and jutting calves. Assets barely hidden under the tight fabric of his trousers. And of course the mighty bulge of his cock that marks the man as the stud he is. A cock which is always half hard, like a thick sausage. I take a breath to control my raging hormones. My own monster is also always half hard and threatening to spring into action, so I know what it must be like for the corporal to maintain his iron discipline. I disregard the sweat dripping off my thick body. I’d been about to take a shower, but now there is clearly no point. We’re going to have a tussle, the corporal and I. I turn my back on him and walked further into the open space of the room. My office is actually a massive warehouse where I conduct my experiments. My life started as a civilian contractor when I’d stumbled on the initial formulas for enhanced strength and muscularity. Formulas that I’d designed originally for myself. Her Majesty’s Government had found out though, as they always do, when they discovered I was acquiring some unusual combinations of materials over the internet from Eastern Europe. After a midnight visit to my flat by the elite SAS, some of whom I’m sorry to say got hurt in the process of trying to bring me in, the Government wisely decided that were willing to let me continue my secret research as long I shared some of the bounty of my results with Her Majesty’s Forces. A loyal patriot, I was only too happy to oblige. And in return I’ve been given access to facilities, materials, and research that have greatly improved my formulas and my own strength and musculature. When I’d turned my back on him, I’d expected the corporal to take advantage. But even I was surprised as to how quickly he could move. He springs onto my massive back, and I feel his arms wrap around me and under my own arms. Feel his hands come together behind my neck as he attempts a full nelson hold, exerting a granite crushing amount of pressure. He leans back, lifting me into the air, and I can feel his hard, needy cock rubbing against my glutes. The corporal is very aroused. But so am I. “If I win,” he growls into my ear, “I get two jabs this week.” That was the deal I always gave them. If they could beat me I’d give them the key to rise above and eclipse their fellows. But no one has beaten me yet. I’ve seen him use this move on his fellow recruits. One of his signature moves, and he’s always boasted that his hold was unbreakable. I grin to myself, as I feel him try and increase the incredible pressure to my neck. But he hasn’t reckoned on the power and thickness of the corded muscle running from my traps up to head. Thicker even than his. I am impenetrable, so I casually bring my arms down. He fights me, but can’t stop my thick arms from pushing into his. And he has to let go. I feel myself touching the ground as he releases my neck. Just as soon as I felt the pressure break fully, my feet now solidly off the ground, I reach around with one hand and pull his weight off the ground and into the air, flinging him over me and throwing the corporal across the room and against the cinder block wall with enough force to crack the wall. He slams into the wall, dust rising around him as he stands up. Momentarily unsteady. He’s never tried the full nelson on me before and I believe he genuinely thought he’d be able to hold me at his mercy. Maybe even fuck me. Still believing he can take me the corporal charges with his full might. I am ready for this frontal assault. He slams into my torso, grabbing it around the only part narrow enough for him to encircle: my waist. But I am braced and I don’t step backwards. Even though the force of his impact actually pushes my body across the concrete floor several centimetres, enough that my heels score the concrete and leave grooves. Not to be daunted he twists, lifting my 200kgs into the air, over his head, and slamming me back against the ground. The concrete cannot withstand his assault and the muscle of my body and breaks as if a jack hammer has been taken to it. He leaps on top of me and I feel his big fists connect, first the left, then the right, with my hard jaw. He’s strong enough to turn my face and his quads wrap around my waist, inner thighs contracting, strong enough that even I grunt at the pressure. I slam my fist into his chest, and he is pushed backwards by the impact. His hold on my waist doesn’t break though and he reaches forward to attempt to pin me to the ground. I growl and snarl as I flex my arms and pecs underneath him, muscling his whole body upwards until my arms are fully extended, pressing his solid muscle mass up and down over me as his back is forced to arch, then lowering him to my pecs again. I feel his power fight against me, trying to force my arms back down, but I don’t give in, holding him at bay. With a final heave I toss him up in the air until he comes down on his arse ten feet away. We both stand. I massage my jaw, and I can tell he’s starting to doubt and reassess. I slowly eye him as we circle each other, bodies thick and pumped, looking very big, our pecs heaving with the exertion. It’s my turn to smirk, noting the hard on raging under his trousers. This big lad is turned on when he faces someone as strong as me. My own torn trousers feel the pressure as my cock all but tears through the damages material. I flex my biceps at him. “Come and get it started little fella!” He brings his arms behind his head, big guns swelling, thick veins pumping blood, he flexes his quads and I watch as the trousers tear up the sides. Watch his cock fight against the material, as he flexes his abs, muscle etched, and the material tears away. His cock rips out thick and wet I circle around him, taking in that perfect form, those quads swollen and yet still showing every cut and vein on them, almost impossible thickness on those wheels. And that arse, the flawless resting place for my massively thick and long cock. Something inside me snaps a little. The testosterone is coursing in my veins. Unable to resist, I can't help but quickly and decisively force my engorged guns up under his pits from behind. I force march him forward the few metres to the table and force him over. I feel his resistance, but feel my own guns thicken as I hold him down, locked tightly underneath me. He grunts, but I reach for the syringe waiting on the table. I stab it into his arse, as he grunts. Pausing only as he feels the serum enter his bloodstream. Then I force him upright, pulling him up, and then off the ground. My cock tears through the material that’s holding it as I hold his massive weight in the air. Needy I wedge myself deep in those thick glutes and feel his resistance tear away as he is unable to stop me. He kicks out, as my pecs dig into his lats, but for all his energy he cannot stop himself sliding down my shaft. Cannot stop the cock that forces open his thick hole, not for the first time, and roars his frustration. I let him back down as his thrashing lessens, resigned to his fate. Pushing him forward onto the table I begin slamming into him. He isn’t tight enough to stop me, but as the formula takes hold within him I feel the inevitable power coursing through his glutes as he squeezes them against my cock. Making for the most amazing ride. Then I surprise him. He sees me reach for another syringe. It was hidden under some papers, but I’m prepared. I want to see how he does. I inject it deep in his glute as I toss it away. “Aaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk yeeeaaaahh!” he groans as he feels it start to take hold. His whole body shudders as the twice the normal amount of serum floods through him. With monumental effort I pull my cock out of the corporal’s ass and take a step back to watch the changes in his body as he swells with the pump of the formula. His cock is massive and hard and hung in front of him like a battering ram. I come close, our cocks slapping each other loudly. The corporal stands his ground, and I feel my pecs push into his, but feel resistance as he pushes back. The corporal flexes his arms. Big massive peaks forming. “Yeeesssss!” He breaths. I reach to squeeze his guns. They’re beautiful, inhuman peaks, slowly I apply pressure as he flexes, but I am surprised to meet such resistance. I expect my own muscles to cope, and to fight back. I do feel my arms tighten, feel the cords in my biceps and forearms explode and power up as they fight to overcome the resistance in their way. But yet my fingers do not dent the corporal’s muscle. Instead I feel it expand and push my fingers away. The corporal grabs my other arm. I try to pull away. But I cannot free my hand. The corporal holds me fast, his thick muscles becoming unstoppable, his strength phenomenal. Fuck! The corporal is getting bigger. He twists me around and pushes me toward the bank of mirrors. "FLEX!" he orders me. And I cannot disobey. I bring my arm up and flex my powerful gun. I feel the powerful contraction getting harder and I look at the corporal’s own arm behind me. Mine is vascular and huge. Like a rugby ball if not bigger. But behind me the corporal’s own arms rises high, even higher, cords of muscle thickening. And I can’t take my eyes off that arm as it eclipses my own. Everything about the corporal is bigger, thicker and harder than it was mere moments ago as the formula passes through his system. “Ohhhh fuuuuuucckkkkkkk….” He moans in ecstasy. I know the feeling. That hit of power and the intense feeling of pleasure as your body responds to the changes being demanded of it. A mix of pleasure and pain that burns through you. “Now it’s my turn,” he says in a low, husky voice. Pushing me forward until my face is planted in the mirror. I feel him thick and heavy behind me, his strong hand against my thick lats as he pins me to the glass surface. It cracks with the pressure, and I sigh as his body comes even closer to mine. Muscle forcing me to move as I feel his other hand tearing away what’s left of my shorts and underwear so he can massage the firm muscle of my rounded glutes. His swelling cock is straining, pulsing and as rigid a steel pole in the valley between my glutes. I grin though as I feel him seeking entry to my untouched hole. He is powerful, but I am not helpless either and I tighten my glutes together forcing his cock away. At the same time I brace myself against the concrete wall and push against him. He groans as he feels my lats in contact with his pecs. Our muscle fighting for dominance, and I can feel him winning. Being pushed closer the wall. Even as I exert more effort the corporal flexes back, still seeking my hole, determined to pin my under him. The concrete begins to crack as it is not strong enough to support the force I am exerting against it. The corporal wraps his arms around me, pinning my arms, and holding me tight. I feel myself naturally struggling against him. My unmatchable strength and power being contained in the grip of this cocky soldier. My body surges as I feel my power tested. Muscles that have destroyed a fleet of tanks and torn apart ships, but not strong enough. The corporals grip tightens and I can feel the wetness on my glutes as the corporal’s cock leaks precum. He’s getting off on this and he rubs against me as he does. I can feel his muscles growing as he struggles to contain me, even as I fight back. Two hulks, fighting each other for room. Fighting for size. The corporals thick pecs digging into my back, denting and overpowering my lats. Feeling helpless as I’m overwhelmed. But at the most hopeless moment, even as I feel his cock start to tear into my glutes I feel the effects of the three jabs of growth serum I had taken a few minutes before the corporal arrived. My hulking body is so oversaturated with that it takes longer and requires more concentrated doses to have effect. At least until the new formula is ready. I can now exert my own power again. Roger’s body is coursing with formula but not enough. My body grows even in his struggling hold. Biceps thickening as his arms are forced apart. Lats expanding as I feel him pushed backwards I flex my quads, forcing myself to full height, and my cock is achingly hard. Pressed so hard against the wall, I flex and feel the glass and concrete give way as my thick dick digs into the wall. Even so the strength of the man holding me is amazing. His genetics adapting and improving the formula. Equalling mine even now. But even so his strength is feeding my own growth, my power. Oh yeah, I can feel him weakening, struggling to hold me down. The delirium of my growth is intoxicating. “Fight me!” I command, as I break free of his hold. The corporal is not prepared for a turn of events such as this. He responds with his training, punching me repeatedly. But even as he does I can feel my abs thicken. Growing larger, harder. Like impenetrable armour. I grab his fist in mid-swing. He is stunned. All the power in his punch being summarily stopped. And I don’t just do that, but instead muscle his arm down until I know he is in pain. My growth is now coming on in waves as the early litres of protein drink kick in. I wrap my arms around the corporal and hug him tightly to my chest. His pecs are now no match for mine. Feeling him struggle as I contain him, I encircle him in my much bigger arms. At that moment I can crush him, destroy a rival and the finest commando of the Royal Marines. But just now I have other needs. Roger struggles every moment of it, but it just feds my own strength and size. I easily lift his now much more massive body off the ground and force him down onto my cock. Using him like a toy to fuck. I’ve never felt such a pump. Maybe the key really is to exert my strength against someone else. This could be my new form of training. By the time I erupt into him and pull his exhausted body off my cock I already know that the corporal is going to get a few extra jabs. Anything that it takes to keep me growing.

Thought I'd post some older stories of mine on here... Fresh eyes might get fresh ideas etc... FIrst post on the new site.... You Got Male by Tattcub Part 1Simon walked through the halls of the University. Seven years he'd worked there as an admin assistant and still hadn't moved on or up in his life. Not with his job, not with his body, and certainly not with his sex life. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'I've got to get over this crap. I'm a nice guy. Mousey, yes. Skinny? Shit yes. And gay... BIG TIME.' Not that he was ashamed of it, far from it. Simon just wished for once he could be a little like the big dumbass jocks who were all over the campus, especially at this time of year when shorts and wifebeaters seemed to be the 'in' thing... He sighed to himself and took his glasses off to polish them. He then made his way back to the desk in the office he shared with three other admins. (All girls sadly, and none of them cute.) He looked at his PC to find a message blinking on his desktop. "You got Male," it said. Intrigued, he clicked on the message and a programme popped out. "Cool," Simon said to no one in particular since he was alone as he studied the programme. There were menus for all types of physical ideals there... also for hair, eyes, clothing etc. 'Wow', he thought, 'one for lifestyle, gender (he chuckled at that) and even IQ. Hmmm, where to begin?' As he pressed for the first menu he noticed his mouse was a bit hard to click... a bit sticky... but he pulled the first menu down: Physical. The list was... body types: overweight, couch potato, walker, jogger, athlete, jock, football player, bodybuilder. 'Hmmm no brainer... Bodybuilder...' (I mean which gay guy hasn't had those fantasies, right?) The screen flashed, and then said, "Selection confirmed." He then went to the next menu and chose the trendy haircut that he'd seen so many guys with. The picture began to change... slowly, first morphing his body on the screen into that of a 202 class bodybuilder... still very pale, and now with his new blond haircut. Simon laughed at how funny he looked with the hair and body and his geeky glasses and face. That was next on the list. "Okay." So he’d played with all the dropdowns and had seen his pictures swell so he looked a bit liked a cross between Ryan Reynolds crossed with Chris Hemsworth with a lot of Flex Lewis thrown in for good measure. (Definite all fantasy figures here.) The last menu was for rendering, and it gave various options. He chose real time and wanted it to take a few days just so he could live out the fantasy a little by little by being able to check in on the page and see how his fantasy self was coming along. It was making him quite hot ,and he knew this was going to fuel a few fantasies when he was alone at home later with his own pc. He pressed the Enter key. *** Transmitting data *** *** Are you sure you want to make these changes permanent Y/N? "Y," he entered. (Well d’uh.) He chuckled, admiring the fact that whoever wrote the page was taking it so seriously. *** Permanent changes will take at least 24 hours *** *** Constructing reality matrix *** *** 23.59.50... The clock on the screen began to countdown. Simon chuckled to himself. He closed the programme and decided to get on with his work, only to find out that he just couldn't concentrate. Kept on getting distracted by the simplest of things like his mind kept drifting off. He felt a little sore. He wondered if he was getting sick from something. He decided to call it quits and leave early. It was Friday anyhow, and he'd often covered for the girls vefore. He waved goodbye as he headed out to the car park. He got to his car and fumbled the keys into the lock, almost dropping them. He felt like he was wearing thick gloves. His hands felt stiff. Yeah, he was definitely coming down with something... Part 2Simon pulled his car into the garage and set the door to close. 'Great,' he thought. 'The weekend is here, and I'm coming down with the flu.' His hands still felt clumsy, and the pain in his muscles seemed to be throbbing, like the dull ache one would get from a fever of even a little like when a muscle got overstretched from working out. He sorta smiled at that thought. The only workout he'd ever be near was on that daft programme he'd been playing with earlier. At that reminder he went and sat at his own PC and started his browser. Finding the programme's link, he went back in to check on his other body. It was growing. The countdown now said 22.35.10 and was clicking down merrily. He loved how the new shape was working on his picture. He could almost see himself as the sexy muscle guy on the screen, The blond hair, green eyes, big muscles and porn star dick were all beginning to turn him on. He felt himself get hard, his dick lengthening to its usual 6 or was it 7 inches. It was easy to exaggerate when one was only fooling oneself. He was really horny now and started to wank himself off to the picture on the screen. The pain in his hands spreading to his forearms and higher up towards his shoulders. It was still a dull ache, but to be honest, he could handle that. He was so amazed at that picture of himself. It didn't take long to him to come, and he came hard in the best orgasm he could remember. He was so horny after that he even licked the cum off his hands, his 8-inch cock feeling heavy in his hands, and he hadn't even noticed the extra inch. His hands felt a little rough now and were looking sort of blocky like he'd been working hard with them. Calluses were forming on the palms. and the muscle on his hand were beginning to thicken and bunch up. He took a shower and noticed that where his hands and arms hand been cramping up his veins were sticking out. On the back of his hands and on his forearms, they were really pronounced and thick. The heat and soreness had continued onto his shoulders and chest. He finished his shower and fell onto the bed, too tired to even dry himself properly, and within moments, he was asleep. And it seemed like moments had passed since he went to bed when he woke up the next morning. Simon turned over and stretched. The stiffness from the night before seemed to have eased. He must've caught a 24 hr bug or something like it. 'Cool,' he thought. The stiffness reminded him of a gym ache, the kind that felt like from doing too many reps. He smiled... yeah, like he'd done any reps at all. Or had he? He shook his head still a little fuzzy from sleep. He flexed his hands and noticed his forearms. Nice and thick and vascular as fuck. He put his hands behind his back and stretched flexing and stretching out a little. 'Wow that must've been some work out.' He caught sight of his blond hair in the mirror, and it made him pause. Blond? Oh yeah blond, and slightly dirty in a way that made his green eyes look better. His arms looked great too, and as his gaze travelled down from his face he took in the rest of his now 6-foot-2 body. His face had a square-jawed look to it he'd never really noticed before, and the chin had a slight dimple. The nose was slightly off-centre as if it had once been broken, and his firm chin was covered in a couple of days slightly red/blond stubble. He smiled catching sight of his white teeth. Had he had them done recently? His neck was thick and firm set on top of a pair of hard mounded traps. One with a set of veins cutting through them. His delts were thick and sat on top of his pecs like an oak beam support. A wide set of beautiful lats pushed his 19 inch arms away from his body and stand out. The pecs were big, but not massive. They complemented his perfect set of 8-pack abs that were separated as if to a sculptor's design. His waist must've been about 30 inches, allowing a fantastic V formation to appear between his shoulders and his waist. His legs were an anatomy student's wet dream. Thick, carved and cut almost out of marble. To top all this off, he had perfect diamond calves that glowed, like the rest of his body with a perfect healthy golden brown tan. His vascularity was amazing everywhere he looked he could almost see the blood pumping through his skin. He heard a beep from the computer and he glanced over puzzled. He didn't remember turning it on and wasn't sure why he had a machine like that in the first place. Not really his style. On the screen was a picture of him, naked. 'What the fuck...?' He read the screen, almost mouthing along as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. 'Oh I see,' he thought. Must be some muscle programme for personal trainers and stuff. 'Cool.' And he then saw that there was a flashing box. *** Transmission of new date finished *** Do you wish to continue to Overdrive menu? Y/N? Part 3Simon thought for a moment. He didn't really have time he had to work... to work ? Oh yeah, to work out at the University Gym. He looked at the Y button. 'Hehe,' he thought. Was only a programme. What harm could it do right ? It'd be cool to see himself bigger. He'd like that. He clicked Y... *** You have chosen Overdrive phase. *** *** Please note all previous choices will be enhanced and exaggerated. *** Are you sure Y/N ? Simon thought for a sec. (Some part of the real him was still there and remembered all the choices he'd made last night. Sex drive muscle lifestyle and shit... IQ. The old Simon screamed inside the void of his new personality.) 'Cool. I always wanted to be a big dude and see what it would look like.' The outline on the screen pulsed with a silvery light as he hit the Y key. The light poured from the screen, bathing him in white light. Pulse after pulse after pulse. Almost like the machine itself was cumming. Si felt amazing. His rod started to stiffen up, and he automatically start to fondle himself playing with the 10-inch fuck monster that was Coke-can thick and freaked out all the other dudes at school. He smiled... school. He couldn't understand why he was still there. They'd told him that he had to stay back. That was cool though. He managed to get into the weight room more that way. The white light faded and left him standing there playing with his dick. Nearly there. His hands looks thick and hard the calluses of years of hardcore lifting left them rough and overly muscled. His forearms were beyond human. Massive, thick and ripped to fuck. Corded veins running through them. His bis and tris were the shit. The 'ceps were high and peaked with beautiful veins bisecting them. He smiled to himself still wanking off loving the way his arms flexed when they went up and down his pole. He leant over and licked one. That was hot. His shoulders and were ridiculous. Massive delts of godlike proportions although Si now wouldn't think of those words. To him they were fuckin' huge man. His heavy pecs were so large the nipples pointed down towards his almost cartoon small waist. His lats were gigantic and he caught sight of them in the mirror. He paused to bring his hands off his dick and behind his back. Following his thumbs along his hips, he brought them forwards, bringing his lats out in all their monstrous glory. Si gasped and began to come. He wasn't even touching his 10 inch...no, wait... his 12 inch beast. Ropes of cum spewed from his cock onto the floor and his massive quads. They were shredded pillars of granite and his calves just made him hard again as he twisted his body to check out the beauty of them. Everywhere he looked there was golden, shredded... massive veiny muscle. The 320-lb. musclebeast looked at himself in the mirror and smiled dimly. He had the green eyes and handsome face he'd chosen but the extra muscle made his neck appear to so thick his head seemed smaller especially with the huge vein covered traps that seemed to flare up and almost want to engulf his head. He was so fucking hot dude. What was he doing again ? Oh yeah, the computer. He'd just finished a show hadn't he...? The screen had a message. *** Do you want to send this email to a friend ? END You Got Male: NetWitch by Tattcub Part 1It's very strange thing. Magic, or at least the idea of it is amazing. With the wave of a wand, nod of the head or even a twitch of the nose you can solve all your problems and make dreams come true. Don't make me laugh. Everything has a price. Everything. So dear reader you want to know about muscle ? You want to be huge and musclebound beyond belief. You want to be a freaky monster of muscle ? Your wish is my command. I was a normal guy with normal dreams, actually I'm a complete computer geek with no friends and no life. I'm overweight and to be honest I think I'm pretty selfish. I had thinning brown hair and bland brown eyes. Nothing about me really stood out. I spent most of my nights at home trawling the internet for porn and pics of big—no, not big—huge guys. For me, bigger was always better. One night a few weeks ago I came accross a site that was all magic-related, showing things from voodoo to wicca, all sorts of esoteric crap—you know what I mean? Anyway, I was just looking at the links sometimes these sites have magical transformation story links like CYOC.net etc. Nothing. Then I noticed a link that said "MAKE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE." There was no web address, but it still looked blue like unvsited links do. I clicked on it, and suddenly the screen went blank. Shit,I thought, that's what I get for not virus-checking. I was just about to restart my computer when a chat box appeared. Intrigued and slightly weirded out, I opened the box. (Stupid, stupid stooopid... I know. I get that NOW.) NETWITCH wants to chat Y/N? Curiouser and curiouser, as the little girl once said before she plunged down a rabbit hole. (Don't worry I'm just about to follow her there.) So of course like a dumbass, I clicked 'Y'. NETWITCH: Greetings, you are seeking something? AIDEN: Yes NETWITCH: Tell me your desires then, seeker AIDEN: Muscle. I want muscle NETWITCH: For yourself? Or another? AIDEN: Myself NETWITCH: Hmmm Are you sure you do not wish to grant a friend this wish? Selflessness has its own reward. AIDEN: Not really. I don't have any friends. NETWITCH: Why do you seek this? AIDEN: I want to be noticed. For once I want to be the big guy who gets all the attention. NETWITCH: You want respect ? You can get this in other ways. AIDEN:I want to be a big muscle guy. I'm fed up with all the douchbag jock idiots looking down on me. I want to like them for once. And then some NETWITCH:You want to be just like these "douchebags" as you call them ? AIDEN:Fuck yeah of course I do. I mean who wouldn't to be massively muscular and beautiful. I'd give anything for that. NETWITCH:Anything ?(I could almost imagine the Netwitch curving a villainous smile at this point I was beginning to get into this. I think I've stumbled onto a roleplay site. So I continue. (I mean what the hell right ? AIDEN:Hmmm...let me think. Well I'd exchange my body for something if you like NETWITCH:Hmmm karma exchange eh. Do go on you are intriguing. AIDEN:Well I'm a computer wizard with an IQ in the top 5% of the country. I'm also loaded. As I said I'm a computer wizard. NETWITCH:Haha...so you're a wizard...Cast the spell then Aiden. I grant you the power to change yourself. With every word that you now say Your form will twist and turn that way Your trade shall be of your choosing But beware of what you may be losing. AIDEN:Nice rhyme there Witchy. okay here goes. Part 2NETWITCH:Yes ? I thought for a moment...What did I really really want as the song goes...I want to be massive.I want to be so muscular that i can't bring my arms together because my pecs and biceps get in the way. I want my traps to be so high that they're practically fused to the back of my skull. I want my shoulders to be so big that no shirt would survice going over them and my legs so huge that i have to waddle them around each other. I want my skin to be paper thin and the veins so thick and obvious that they look like cables of steel. My neck has to be a bit thicker than my head and I want my face to be handsome my jaw thicker and my brows lower. And I want to be dumb as a cow. All I want to know is muscle and cock and how to hit the weights.I want men to stare at me and I want it all in exchange for it is the only good thing I have. my brains and intelligence. but I typed AIDEN: To be more muscular, handsome, successful...not so worried about life NETWITCH: Lol my friend, don't hold back you should say what you mean. I... AIDEN: I thought I just did, NETWITCH:It's what you didn't say that's most telling.Your wish I my command...let the countdown commence. By the by you'd best get a membership to a gym, you're gonna be a busy little worker bee...bzz bzz The screen went blank. I tapped the keys and jiggled his mouse. Nothing. "What a crock of shit" I thought. I logged off and decided to call it a night. That night the dreams came. I was in a huge warehouse like room. The lights were so bright that I couldn't really make anything out. I kept hearing the clangbang of metal against metal. Each clang puntucated by a heavy grunt, as if someone was in pain. Whoever it was seemed to have an iron will, because whatever they were doing they kept going, seemingly through the pain. I woke in the morning and had morning wood like never before. The dream whilst not overtly sexual had turned me on and there was nothing else for it. I smiled as I remembered my fantasy chat from last night and brought some of the images back. It took me about two minutes to blow a healthy load. I even licked a bit off my finger, and had never done that before. One thing was in my mind. I had mentioned wanting to be big. Fuck it I thought. I could at least join a gym and lose or try to lose the spare tire round my waist. So that's what I did. I joined a gym. One of those group affairs that have adverts where they take the piss out of the really big guys making them out as dumbass goons. To be honest I wouldn't mind a few about. Something to look at and have a quick wank over after you get home right ? I fell into training easily it seemed to come naturally like I had a gift for it. I even went and hired a personal trainer to point me in the right direction. I made some great gains in that first two months as my trainer and my own net skills put me on a good diet regime too. I lost 4 inches from my waist going down to 30 again. I was 150 unfit pounds I went down to 135 briefly because of the cardio but back up to 150 again this time it was 15lb of new muscle. I even started to think about new hair styles and contacts. Maybe something green. All the while I kept the memory of my NETWITCH chat alive. This made me so horny I can't begin to tell you the moments I had over the logs of that chat. I decided to move from the gym to somewhere more hardcore. I needed to up my game. People were looking at me different and honestly, I loved it. It was what happened at this new gym that changed my life for good. Sometime later... Okay so I'm 6 months into my new training regime. I have packed on another 30lb of muscle bringing myself up to 180lb...Now I look built. I have had to quit my job and gone freelance as I can't spend enough time there with my new gym routine but I've sorta discovered "other" ways of making money especially since I met Adam computer related let's just say. He told me he'd look after me and show me the ropes at my new gym and it's been great. I look better than I ever have and have even begun to have a damn decent sex life. Adam has taken over my diet and nutrition. He says he's sort of a personal trainer/ life coach. He jokingly told me he helps people get what they deserve. Well I'm loving my new life. My body looks great, vascular and hard. I think Adam wants me to get bigger.I'm happy as I am It sounds great. My biceps have grown to 17inches and my bodyfat has dropped to about 14% I look fit. I've even started having a bit of ink added.Nothing much but matching tribal design on my shoulders. I even got my right nipple pierced, not planning on anything else except maybe my ears. That'd be a first for me. Adam likes them so must be okay. Adam thinks they look hot. I've gone to a different hairdressers and have a better style than before. Adam thinks I should get it lightened. Am not sure about that really. Anyway, I was working at home late one night when that chat box opened up. I haven't seen it for months and it just appears on my screen, as if by magic..ha ha. It's been ages since the last one. I certainly remember the wank fantasies I'd had a few months back. Was it only a few months? My new bod was the shit. I love being who I am now and let's be honest. I'm sorta becoming the fantasy. I look better than ever and the boys love me. The box keeps flashing and I think what the hell. Whoever this was got me going the last time some maybe this'd be fun for a few jack off sessions. So? I do what you'd all do (and don't lie to me) I click on the box. NETWITCH: Greetings. AIDEN: You again? NETWITCH: Aiden... Are you happy with your transformation so far? AIDEN:Yes,of course I am but let's be honest here you had nothing to do with it. I went to the gym for myself. I did all this, not you. I decided to get off my ass is all. NETWITCH: Certain of this are you ? AIDEN: Yes NETWITCH: Interesting. Who gave you the motivation? Were you working out before our last chat? I think not. AIDEN: That's just coincidence. you just used a trick to make me say what I wanted. I'm hardly a musclebound moron am I? NETWITCH: Not yet no. AIDEN: LOL Please don't be ridiculous. You had nothing to do with my transformation.It was all me. I'm happy with who I am now. I'm not planning on going any bigger. I'm buff and that's enough... NETWITCH: Hmm so you wish to reneg on your wish ? There will be consequences if you do. AIDEN:Please, stop talking rubbish. You did nothing so I'm hardly going to be scared of a chat buddy who can't leave a fantasy alone when it's over NETWITCH:Who said it was over ? You have started your dream. If you turn back before it is complete things will go badly for you. AIDEN:Please, just leave me alone. This game is getting a little old now. If you don't just leave it, I'll report your ISP, and you'll be screwed. NETWITCH:Hardly Aiden. You don't yet have a clue do you? Not an iota of imagination that hints that you may be on dangerous ground here? I warned you. AIDEN: Oh my god. Now you're gonna do the mumbo jumbo act on me ? Give me a break Dumbledore and fuck off. I'm done with this. NETWITCH: As I said. I warned you. I'll give you one more chance. Let this spell run it's course or pay the price. AIDEN: Look, piss off you fucking psycho. NETWITCH: For everytime you turn away you will grow an added day your arrogance is to the fore I grant you growth now 3 times more Our deal is set now you will find the cost in your body and your mind AIDEN:Here we go again LOL. Do you really think I'm that stupid? NETWITCH:Not yet, No. AIDEN:Puh-lease...to coin a phrase. What are you some sort of crap B movie addict? Get over it, I'm not going to play your fantasy game anymore. I am over it. Big time NETWITCH:Really ? Okay. As you wish. NO.MORE.GAMES Then I logged off. Goddam internet wackos. What can you do? Shit, is that the time? I'm gonna miss Adam at the gym. Part 3Some more time later ‘Kay..So I’m like 9 months in and guy i gotta tell u that I look fucking amazing. Adam got me into this new shit, and my trainings taken off big time. I train every day now and I have stopped my job with the computer stuff as I can’t concen..con...figure that stuff out as my mind always wants to go back in the gym. I am a big guy now 230lbs and gettin bigger all the time My body fat is like 8% now and I have these amazing abs...like metal under the skin man. My waist is still 32 but my delts make it look tiny...My pecs are getting big too my thighs sort of match my waist nearly and my bi’s are 19inches easy. Sometimes 20 when i get a good pump. My veins are insane man, lke a crazy tube system running over my legs arms and abs mainly. I wear lenses all the time now, Adam likes my green eyes, i got my hair dyed blonde and he says it’s hot. He’s cool Adam. He works out with me and tells me how good I look, he’s got me a job doing videos for guys. Way better than the computer stuff, but I do sometimes do that stuff for guys online too. They like to see me pumped and big. I love posing for them too. These guys get so hard that they usually whack off and blow there and then. I sometimes get naked with them but not much as I feel shy sometimes too. Adam says that will change because he says I will be so big that all I will want will be to be naked and stuff. That sounds funny but also kinda horny. These guys’ getting turned on by this big fucking muscle is really hot. Adam keeps giving me the stuff that helps me grow. He says he’s never seen it work like this on anyone. He also said he’d never seen anyone get so dumb so quick.Haha. He can be funny sometimes. Adam also does computer stuff but I lose interest in that now cos it’s boring and I forget how to do it anyway. Especially when I pass a mirror and seen how amazing I look. If I’m wearing a t-shirt I can stand there for hours just flex my biceps. I love the big veins popping when I do thtat I trust Adam. Sorry man I gotta go to the gym, And finally... Here I am 1 yr layter it is not easy tiping now because my hands r sumtimes sor from the wates and stuff, they are to big with muscle. I can lift real heavy now I am real big. Adam is my frend he helpsme lift and trayne to. He gives me stuff to make my body grow and shit. I am 300 lbs of musclbeest. I am 22inchs on my arms with huge veins running ova the peeks. Sometymes i flex them and can like them too. My chest is like massive, a big heavy shelf with my peerced nips pointing down cos they are so big My thise r fucking montreros too...32inchs and cut like rock full of veens they look hot, wen I wear my poser and boots that show my beasty calves...I sometimes cum looking at my legs..so..hot..fyck.. I luv my abs too. I can put my fingers in the ridges and stuff...My ass is fucki’ perfek Adam sumtimes wants to fuk It and I let him and sometimes his frends to...He makes sum money so I can get biger still. I luv how I am and it seems like befor was a dreem. Adam says he can take my further and get mee bigr so I can be a full freeky muscleman. All bulging and hot..My hard bod and I look amaysing. Sometymes he asks me if I like being me now and I tell him I do. He says do I rmemebr the Netwitch or summat and I think so but not to sure.I luv. Adam sometimes goes on his computer when I am lifting stuff...I saw him talking to a guy...Adam has a weird net name..It is someting like sandwitch or summat. I get confoused now. I need to go and lift...but need to cum first... My arms r sooo big now..I love to flcks them. Hard and high peeks. So veiny to. Abs...Chest..uh! pose boy..wow..waist so small...my back ...I feel I could fly. So wide and thick man...You can touch my bod dude I won’t byt.. I always feel so hot, my cock iis biger now to thick and shit..Adam makes me pump it after the gym.It is sorta thick and hard...I like to tuch it. It is veiny and mayke me Hot.So hot..Touching my dick..fee so big, want to be bigr .I look at myself in the mirror and run my hands over my big muscls I luv it..I am so hard my cock so big...I need...Fuck,,,can’t hold it...y traps fuck, bi’s haa...Most musc,,,fuuuc...uhhh biggr man need... END You got male V.2 Michaels Win ? pt 1 and 2by Tattcub Hi guys, I know you've already read part of this, but I wanted the story out as one piece, hope you enjoy. TC Congratulations. You have been selected for an internet makeover of your choice. The Times Square marquee style banner read when I opened my email. Note to self. I really should delete this stuff without opening it. I only opened it because I thought for a moment one of my friends might have sent it to me as a joke. So what was this rubbish then? It was from some sort of cosmetic or Fitness Company. Results in days; Instant abs and all that rubbish I was a 135ib douche bag and I gave a company $200 to become a 170lb douche bag type of stuff. All the same old shit and ALL of it lies. Been there done that. To be honest I really had. I am a pretty wealthy guy, for various reasons. First my parents both ran a successful law practice and I followed their example and became a commercial lawyer. My names Michael and Im a pretty average looking guy who gets my fair share of the girls. Im not fooling myself here I know its because Im connected and have pretty spectacular bankroll. Still, it gets me laid. They use me and I fuck them. Quid pro quo. Am I right? So Im looking at this screen and just about to hit the old Delete button when a flashing button grabs my attention. It says free trial. No credit card needed. Lets be honest here guys. Free sorta usually means some pretty lame 20 second video. But hey I wasnt going to be the one paying was I ? Anyway a guy I knew from a university up the way sent it to me. Should be okay. I click on the link and all of a sudden the screen flashes and changes to show a silver man like figure slowly rotating on the screen and numerous drop downs on either side. Okay this looks interesting Ill admit. Might be a bit of fun and Ive got a little time on my hands. The banner across the screen reads. Welcome to YOU GOT MALE I frown a little because I just realised this is some fag shit and am not gay. I find them a little creepy to be honest. Theyre both limp and girly or theyre some hyper macho types...All muscle and image. I shudder at that thought. Still this programme looks like fun so playing with it isnt going to be any harm is it? The first drop down is for eye colour. Thats easy. I went for the real bright blue. The screen flashed again and the figure in the middle suddenly had my face on it. I was puzzled for a sec as I thought I had de-activated my webcam. Obviously not. The loading bar appears with the message, changing eye colour. Suddenly my on screen face has the most amazing blue eyes. This was cool, I lean forward and they looked amazing crystal blue and real natural. This was obviously a clever programme. I go for the hair next...Hmm this could be fun. As I said Im from a wealthy back ground. The dropdown had loads of different styles from crew cuts to fauxhawks etc. I was browsing and saw an option for Mullets and for a laugh selected that style. It was hilarious I have to tell you. The hair seemed to go well with the eyes though. Damn. I couldnt seem to click back on that box, maybe itll letter me alter the profile later. I decided to add a trucker style cap just to hide the hair and to be honest it looked cool so I left the blue cap on. I even had a reverse option which I did, just for a laugh. Next is face. Well as you know Im no masterpiece so I decided to use the advanced dropdowns thinking Im clever. I give myself a square jaw and chin with a cleft in it. My nose I couldnt seem to get right with all the sliders so it looks like it may have been broken a few times. It does look good if truth be told. My eyebrows come in thicker and the ridge of the brows themselves seem to be a little lower, making the eyes look deeper and a little more aggressive. I manage to go back and change the hair colour even though I couldnt change the style. It becomes a dark almost purple black colour, I also add a couple of days stubble from the drop down again for effect and suddenly Im looking at the face of a redneck stud. This guy looks amazing, dangerous and hot as hell. Hehe my fantasy alter ego. So far from whom I really was. This stuff was fun. Okay now comes the fun stuff. I move over to the other drop downs and decide; as I made him look like a Redneck I may as well complete the whole package. The thought occurs to me if this was real life my parents wouldve shit a brick if Id ever turned up at the house with that face. So body... Hmmm, I was a slim guy. I had a nice build with very little fat on it but I was only 5ft 7inches tall and weighed about 130lb. I had been to gyms and had trainers galore and had never been able to make any decent weight gains. I had great abs because I worked hard at them and had very little body fat but my arms, chest, shoulders and everything else had very little muscle to show for all my hard work. I looked at the dropdowns and they gave me loads of different body types but the one I really liked was the dropdown that said Lifestyle loader. It allowed you to make a few selections. Like I went back to my early teens and gave myself a growth spurt at 12 going up to 510. From there I chose to be on the basketball team in Junior and went onto football in senior high. I also decided to choose a random dropdown where the programme would run a lifestyle simulation based on what I had already chosen and then put in some random stuff. I left the growth selector on random and up the intensity setting of the programme as well. This was going to be fun. Further down the menu it had things like personal habits and such like. I didnt smoke and to be honest I wasnt keen to have my fantasy dude as a smoker but I let him have a little chewing tobacco habit. Okay thats probably just as bad but whos going to know right? I then got to the section about personality types and sexuality and drive. This programme was amazingly detailed. I decided to do random choices. I ended up choosing a gym obsessed, fighter, who had a short fuse and a fetish for guys in suits. I found that funny considering. I decided to have him inked up as I hadnt really had the guts to get any tattoos even though I loved them on a big thug of a man. I also decided not to bother about who he slept with male or female. Any holes a goal right? I ramped sex drive up to 100% he was going to be stud. With the body Id design for him. I also made him pretty much into whatever came his was (with a few exceptions, not really into the brown stuff) I also gave him a porn star dick, why not enjoy the whole thing ? Part 2 I slept really deeply and when I woke up I realised Id left the computer running. I mustve been really tired. I looked at the screen and the counter for that silly programme Id played with last night was still counting down. Just as I looked the countdown finished and another message popped up. +++Reconfiguring lifestyle/physical parameters+++ +++This may take a few minutes+++ Oh well I thought enough time for a shower then. I went to my bathroom and started to get ready for the day ahead. I had a few meetings so I had to look my best. I laid out my shaving gear as I let the shower heat up. I like it hot. Steam began to fill the room. It was a wet room style bathroom. As I told you I could afford it. I wiped the steam from the mirror and looked at my face. I my slim almost delicate features stared out at me. Usually I didnt really need to shave because my hairs really quite light and mousy coloured. As I looked my hazel eyes changed colour...They went hazel to green, and then the yellow in the green faded and faded leaving the eyes an intense, almost cold blue. I couldnt move, I was rooted to the spot. The programme worked, it really worked. That wasnt possible was it? Then I remembered something. I remembered all of the changes I had selected as a joke. As my thoughts drifted I continued to stare at my face. My forehead seemed to suddenly shift forward and a bit lower. Almost giving me a beetle browed effects making my eyes appear deeper in their sockets. My jaw line got squarer my slime pointed chin was a thing of the past. I even had a cleft in my chin My jaw muscles started to bunch up as if theyd been worked out, then I remembered Id chosen chewing tobacco. My hair style went from trendy light brown fauxhawk to self cut mullet...I even saw that I had a small plaited braid at the back. This was hellish and I could do nothing but watch. I dont understand whats happening here? Am I dreaming? Or whut? I keep watching myself, my manly face now staring, no glaring back at me, daring me to protest. I opened my mouth to shout but the face in the mirror just sneered at me. The dark patches of beard on my face growing out to about a weeks growth, dark black and thick. My neck suddenly clenched and I couldnt breathe What the hell? I was about to say in my usual light tenor. It came out Whut the fuck man in a deep slow almost bovine bass. The voice dripped with sexuality and authority. I felt myself begin to get hard at the sound of it. This may all be a weirdass dream but it was hitting all my buttons man. I could feel my peni...my cock begin to lengthen and harden, within seconds I was like a steel rod, I managed to get my hands on it and it was bigger by far than it was a minute ago and thicker. Were talking about ten inches with a beautiful mushroom head poking out of a juicy foreskin 6 inches around and ten thick. A pa was inserted in pride of place and as I glanced down I could see it was also inked. I had a tattooed dick? It was then I remembered the section on the drop downs RANDOM...I was beginning to think I was fucked. Hehe or maybe I was gonna be. This is really strange. Its sorta like there are two guys trying to fight it out inside. Suddenly my body started to cramp as I heard the pc beep in the other room. I had a flash in my head +++commencing primary physical transformation sequence+++ Then I started to grow. I was still holding my monster cock as it started to leak pre-cum out of its slit. My hand started to move unconsciously, slather the nectar all over my hot pierced monster cock. I even think it was at that point I started to drool. I hadnt seen nothing yet. I felt dizzy for a moment. Like the floor dropped away from me for a second, funny thing is the ceiling rushed down to meet me on the way up... I was growing, stretching out. I could hear all the joints and tendons in my body cracking and expanding as my form went from 5 ft 8 to 6 ft 6. Just like that. I was taller than I had ever dreamed. Id even selected six foot on the programme because that was sort of normal wasnt it. At this height I was gonna tower over most men. A bit freaky man. The cracking of my tendons hadnt finished. My feet seemed to have an intense pressure about them; it felt like I was wearing shoes 3 sizes too small, which was odd as I wasnt wearing any. I managed to look down and saw them elongate and fill out till I was about a size 13 I guess. They were thick and solid. The feeling started to move upwards, first connecting with my calves which almost burst out of the skin into solid monstrous diamond shaped beasts. The skin felt so tight, as if the muscle was still trying to burst through. The separation of the muscle and the thick veins that surrounded it got me hard in about 2 seconds they were perfect. The growth moved ever upwards into my thighs. Suddenly I felt a huge cramping, as if my legs were pulling into themselves. I was watching when the growth happened and the only way I could describe it is it was like watching popcorn burst from a kernel. First there was nothing there, and then there was muscle, massive, ripped and fucking hot. The thighs were massive beyond even my wildest chicken choking dreams. They were so wide and hard, fucking awesome veins too, thick and almost rope like. I swear I could almost see the blood pumping around. I felt as if Id just done a two shift at the gym. I glanced in the mirror and was a freaked by what I saw. I knew what was coming next and I suddenly wanted it to happen. I wanted this growth, this change, I fucking deserved it man. The fire continued up and this time it my ass and cock together. My cock had already been changed but it seemed to thicken into a massive pole, it was still like a fuckin rock the PA looked hot too. The tattoo on it seemed like razor wire or sumthing like. I wouldve pumped it like a fucker but I still couldnt move. My ass suddenly shifted high and firm it became. It was solid muscle. I would look fucking amazing in whatever I choose to put it in. It was a firm round solid perfect muscled bubble butt. I could feel the air on it and I swear I even felt my hole twitch. As if something still hadnt finished there. The changes paused for a sec and I managed to catch my breath and looked at what had already been done to me. My legs were carved monuments of masculinity and my cock was a satyrs dream, still dripping pre-cum like a leaky tap. I wanted to touch it all, but I couldnt. Another line of text off the pc flashed into my head +++Buffing Upper Body +++ Hi smiled a killer smile into the mirror. I knew something was coming but didnt know where it was gonna stop. The strange feeling of being in a body to large for my own skin continued into my abs. I suddenly felt as if I been gut punched. All the air exploded from my lungs and I watched as I seemed to cause an inadvertent flex in my stomach. Abs appeared; they sorta just punched up out of the skin almost; Six, no eight perfect brick like cobbles. They were strong as fuck, I could tell, I guess I could take a punch from any man there and not even whimper. And veins again, my abs looked like they were covered in tiny snakes, I wasnt even sure if skin could be that thin. They were incredible. I wanted to touch them, to run my hands into the hard ridges and feel them. But my arms still wouldnt move. Fuuuck. I felt the power mover ever upwards towards my chest and shoulders. I felt the now familiar flex, that drawing in of muscle and then I almost seemed to unfold. My chest shot out. Huge, monstrous and heavy shelves of muscle. They were almost beyond human, the massive dark nipples pointing down because they were so heavy. The cleft between them was so deep I was sure i could get my finger in up to the first knuckle if i could move my fucking arms, this was frustrating as hell. Not being able to touch. My shoulders mounded onto the godlike chest, bowling balls on top of 100 % beef. They were beyond anything Id ever seen, so wide and strong, I could see the striations in my chest and shoulders appear as the skin thinned out again. Then suddenly I felt like I was choking. My neck felt tight as again that incredible flex happened again. My neck just exploded out, must be too at least 21 inches, my traps mounded up over my shoulders and almost seemed to want to engulf my neck, this was so fucking hot. I just wanted to touch. Then the feeling moved to my back and I felt like some sorta angel. My back literally unfurled like the wings of some otherworld beast. Huge, vast mounds of muscle that forced my arms (Ill get to those, fuck yeah) into hanging at the side as the lats just wouldnt let them hang at the front no more. I felt out of breath and out of control my dick was leaking constantly now and I felt like I was gonna spew my wad any second. But I didnt. My arms were the last to go. Down from my shoulders i saw in the mirror. The change seemed to go slower this time. From the shoulder i saw the muscle begin to grow. It first moves into the biceps on both arms at the same time. My now freakishly thin arms (compared to the man I was becoming) suddenly had bulges where none had been before. The biceps mounded up, that inward flex and out they came again this time hard and peaked, again I felt that pressure and then the massed and burst into what I can only describe as perfect hard peaked bulls muscle. The triceps exploded out and down, that fucking amazing horseshoe shape complimenting the massive beasts above, were talking 23/24 inches here. The top of the biceps had a perfect run of massive, thick ropey veins that seemed to squirm under my skin, working their way down towards my forearms. There they wrapped themselves around and around my forearms as they beefed up and massed into huge ham hocks of muscle almost unwieldy because of their freakish size. The hands were the last to go suddenly I had huge veined catchers mitts for hands where before I had the hands of an artist. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a fucking god. My muscle all seemed to shift and re-adjust themselves, veins continuing to fill in and move until I saw myself in all my glory. I couldnt take it no more. I fuckin shot my wad. Cum spewed outta my cock like a raging fire hose, rope after rope of raging glory. It seemed to go on for hours. Finally I stopped cumming and the mirror in front of me was covered in spumes of white Jizz. I felt the urge to reach out and scoop some of it, to bring it to my mouth and taste my own man juice. But I still couldnt move. What the fuu..? +++commencing final physical sequence+++ ++++++++OVERDRIVE++++++++ This time I felt my whole body cramp. I exploded up another 4 inches till I was six ten. My legs added mass upon mass and became shredded motherfucking beasts, I felt the urge to cum again just looking at them. My abs got deeper, harder and more shredded than the most fevered muscle sluts dream and my chest and shoulders went into the realm of muscle god, pound upon pound of muscle. My guns burst out and became 25 inch monsters, the veins like pythons, thick, hot and fuckin off the scale man. My forearms just became monstrous, great for breaking in a new stud....wait what was I thinking? I suddenly saw my still pale skin start to darken. To take on a deep rich golden tan, this was the tan of a guy who worked outside, A real outdoorsman. I watched as it covered every part of my body. It showed off the sheer monstrous muscle I now had, it was beyond human. I loved it, I felt my monster cock stretch out another 2 inches until I had a foot of iron monstrosity. Id fucking kill any dude I fucked with this pile driver. I wanted to cum again and suddenly I could move. My left hand started to roam everywhere it could, feeling touching and caressing every muscle it could, my right hand went straight to my fuck stick. I started to work that beast, using my spunk and pre-cum as lube. I could see the muscles in my arms bunch and flex as I wanked myself into a frenzy. I looked in the mirror and as I wanked i realised that patches of my skin were getting darker. Suddenly I saw designs in the skin and sorta felt the needles. I was getting tattooed, right here and now. I used to hate ink didnt I? But this was hot. Fantastic black and red tribal designs worked themselves around what I can only describe as prison tattoos. They came in everywhere I looked. Muscle and tattoo seemed to compliment each other. I felt a weight in my chest and saw two huge rings appear in my nips, making them even more sensitive and huge. They were so hot. In the mirror I saw the tattoos wrap themselves around my neck in the shape of a beautiful coiled dragon and on the sides of my scalp the hair vanished leaving fucking amazing tribal designs there. My nose seemed to re-arrange it self and suddenly I had a huge fuck off pig ring hanging off my septum. A spike under my lip and my ears were stretched out. I looked a lot freakier, but still fucking hot. The tattoo crept on to the left side of my face, becoming and intricate tribal moko. Fucking hot. Another flash. ++++Final phase++++ Continue Y/N ? I knew what this meant. I was so close to cumming, looking at the freaky tattooed redneck musclefuck in front of me. I couldnt, no didnt want to stop. Fuck it. I thought. I shot my wad. Jed ? JED Hey moose!!! I turned around, I felt sorta dizzy there for a sec, what was I? Oh yeah, I was playing with ma fuck stick again. Billy joe hated when I snuck off during a set up. I turned to the door shamefaced Sorry BJ, ah couldnt help maself I pulled on the strapped of my work dungarees and my boots without lacing em, it was hard with these arms anyways. Get out here boy we got work to do. Said Billy Joe. Sure thing daddy I pulled on my nascar cap and set it backwards. If i was good maybe I could get some more ink or some of daddies grow juice

Indeed. I just finished posting most of my really old ones.

I think this is a really great opportunity to breathe new life into some of our older stories! So keep them coming.