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Edit - Just a warning that this story contains violence, snuff and gore. You have been warned The man was standing with his girlfriend so he clearly wasn’t gay, but it made little difference to me. I wanted him so I would have him and neither his girlfriend nor his sexuality would offer any impediment. I waited till he looked my way once again and then I caught him in my gaze, my beautiful brown eyes boring into his, holding him captive. I walked towards him, keeping my eyes focused on his as I did. “Hi”, I said holding out my hand, “I’m Michael”. I took a deep breath, pushing out my rock hard pecs and tightening my washboard abs, the sight of my perfectly sculpted, muscular body caused him to stammer as he reached for my outstretched hand. “H…hi”, he said, I’m Frank”. I gripped his hand tightly causing him to wince in discomfort. I was using only a fraction of my power and he could tell immediately that my strength was so much greater than his own, as he registered my subtle display of dominance. I turned to the woman next to him and flashed her a dazzling smile, watching as she tried to fight back the lustful feelings my remarkable body was engendering within her. “Are you his girlfriend?” I asked bluntly, although it was clear that they were a couple. She hesitated, taking in the dense musculature of my torso before lowering her gaze to the large, obvious bulge in the tiny trunks I was wearing. If the poor sap hadn’t been standing right next to her she would have denied it, hoping that her availability would give her more of a chance with me, but she eventually nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Yes”, she whispered her voice full of regret. “Not any more”, I said, and her face lit up only to turn to shock as I finished. “Frank’s my girlfriend now”. I turned back, an evil grin on my face. “Isn’t that right little man.” “B..but”, he stammered, “I…I’m not gay”, “You’re dick’s been rock hard since I walked through that door”, I growled, “so don’t give me that shit. You want me more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your miserable little life, don’t you. Look at me, look at my muscles, feel my power, my strength. I’m everything you’ve ever dreamed of being. You want to kneel at my feet and worship me with every fibre of your being, don’t you?” It was too much for the man, for any man, my presence was simply to strong, my body to incredible, my dominance to absolute. He was inferior to me in every way and he knew it. He nodded his head. “Yes”, he said eventually, no longer able to resist the inevitable. “Then drop to your knees and worship me”, I said. Without another word he fell to his knees, he reached out and began to rub his hands over the vast expanse of my muscle packed thighs. “My God”, he gasped “you’re muscles are like steel” “Kiss them weakling”, worship my body with your lips, your tongue. His ministrations soon had my dick hardening, and it began to push obscenely against my trunks as it grew. “Remove my trunks”, I commanded and he immediately began to peel them off me, freeing my spectacular cock and balls. His girlfriend almost fainted as she watched my dick expand to its full length of sixteen inches. Frank could only stare in awe. He would never have believed that any man’s dick could be so long, so wide, so incredibly hard. He looked down at his own erect dick tenting the front of his shorts, harder than it had ever been and oozing precum, yet its eight inches was insignificant next to my supreme appendage. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, forcing my dick into his mouth. “Suck it”, I commanded, and again he obeyed instantly, cowed into subservience by his now obvious inferiority. The girl watched her straight boyfriend kneel at my feet and suck hungrily on my monster shaft with a mixture of disgust and arousal. She was a beautiful woman with an impressive body and was used to being the centre of male attention, but now she was entirely superfluous. I turned to her, a look of contempt on my face. “You can go now”, I sneered, “I have no use for you”. Without another word I turned back to my new slave. I had already forgotten her and she knew it. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain of my rejection and the betrayal of her boyfriend. She had met me only moments ago, but my body was so perfect my eroticism so all-consuming that I knew my rejection hurt her far more than the loss of her boyfriend. “Frank”, she whimpered, but he completely ignored her. He was in a sexual stupor, completely unaware of anything but my absolute perfection. She called his name one more time before realising that he was lost to her and then she fled. Franks hands roamed up and down my thighs and over my hard muscular ass. His fingers slipped into the crack as he cupped my buttocks and with a cruel sneer I flexed my glutes trapping them in place. He attempted to pull them free but the strength of my glutes was more than a match for his arms. I continued to squeeze, crushing the digits between the hard slabs of my sculpted ass cheeks. His eyes widened in pain as he felt the bones of his fingers grind together but he was unable to scream as my cock effectively gagged him. I increased my thrusting, enjoying his discomfort as I raped his mouth and moments later I exploded in a powerful orgasm, pumping streams of thick hot cum down his throat. He began to gag and I released the vice like grip on his fingers and pushed him away, covering his face with juice from my still pumping cock as he fell to the ground coughing and spluttering. The taste and scent of my cum drove his lust to previously unimagined levels and i watched as his cock twitched involuntary as he released his own load without any physical stimulation. "Is that it", i sneered, "Is that all the sperm your pathetic balls can generate?" Frank had never had such a powerful orgasm, and by the standards of any other man it would have been an impressive amount, but then I'm not any other man. He looked at the wet stain on his shorts and realised that it was a miniscule quantity compared to my prodigious release. I stood over his prone body, droplets of cum dripping onto his stomach from my now limp cock. I raised my arms and flexed in a double bicep pose, causing him to groan in ecstasy as he watched my biceps expand and harden into two balls of unimaginable strength. I began to flex my legs, causing the muscles to swell and recede in a symphony of power. Within seconds my muscle display brought his dick back to life and i reached down and tore his shorts from him as if they were no more substantial than wet tissue paper. I resumed my display, flexing my legs, my abs, my chest, forcing him deeper under my spell with the hypnotic demonstration of my power and control. He lay beneath me moaning softly, so completely in my thrall that he was unable to speak. “From now on you will address me as Master, do you understand?” He nodded at my command his eyes were glazed and a thin trail of drool ran down his chin. "Hey, what the hell's going on here", a voice called out behind me. I continued the erosion of Frank’s free will with my muscle display; my only response was to flex my glutes and back, giving the interloper behind me their own muscle show. The voice walked towards me, "I said what's goi....". As soon as he drew level with me i reached out with one hand and grabbed him by the throat, lifting his entire body off the ground with ease. I turned and locked eyes with the suicidal non entity that had dared to disturb me. It was the receptionist, a skinny teenager that had just recently started the late shift. His six foot, hundred and thirty pound frame looked truly pitiful next to my own, as he hung suspended in mid-air gasping for breath. "You dare to interrupt me, you puny worm", i hissed, tightening my grip on his throat, completing blocking his airway. Within seconds his eyes rolled back, his body went limp and i let him fall to the ground. "Oh shit", Frank said, finally finding his voice. "Is he dead?" "Not yet", i grinned. "Take his clothes off, while i make sure no-one else dares to disturb me". Frank looked as if he was about to question me, until i narrowed my eyes at him. He immediately crawled over to the unconscious body and began to unfasten the boys belt, his dissent completely crushed by my gaze. I walked through the reception and locked the door, it was unlikely anyone would come in now but i wanted to make sure. When i got back Frank had stripped the boy and he was beginning to come round. I stood before him, hands on my hips, my strong, muscular body radiating power and authority. Slowly he stood up and looked at me, trembling in fear. "Please", he begged "Please don't hurt me". He was clearly terrified but my mere presence controlled his body more than his feeble mind could, and i smiled as his cock rose in obeisance to me. "Is that the best you can do?" i asked staring at his now rock hard cock which was barely six inches. "I...I'm sorry", he stammered, "this is as big and as hard as it's ever been". "And yet even limp my shaft dwarfs your pitiful erection", i said, walking towards him and grabbing him under the arms. I lifted him into the air and pinned him against the wall, stepping forward so that he was held in place by my vastly superior body. Anyone standing behind me wouldn't have even known that i held another person pinned to the wall as he was completely eclipsed by my muscular bulk. I took a breath, expanding my pecs and forcing them into his own inferior chest. I could feel his ribs bending against my abs and his sternum make a creaking noise as the thick slabs of my chest muscles crushed against it. I gave the slightest flex of my pecs and he groaned in pain as the pressure increased. No words were needed, he knew i could kill him in the most brutal way with nothing more than the slightest twitch of my mighty pecs. "Please", he whimpered fearfully, although his dick was still rock hard against my abs. I looked down at him my gaze boring through his very soul. I saw his fear and arousal, the only two emotions left to him as i dominated his mind, his spirit bending to my implacable will as easily as his body had bent to my unyielding muscles. I lowered my head and kissed him, my full, pouting lips engulfing his own. I felt his body relax as his fear yielded to his arousal and within moments i felt him tremble as he came all over my stomach. I broke off the kiss and looked at him. The look in his eyes was of absolute adoration. "Did you enjoy that?" i asked softly. He could only nod, to spent from the immense pleasure of the orgasm to speak. "Good", i growled, because now it's my turn. I stepped back and turned him round so that he now faced the wall, handling him as easily as a normal man would handle a doll. I turned to Frank who was watching in an almost trance like state. "Kneel behind me and worship my legs and ass with your lips", i commanded, “i expect to feel them on every inch of skin". I stepped forward again, once more trapping the teenager against the wall. "Please don't" he pleaded, as he felt the tip of my erection against his ass, but it was time to take my pleasure now, so i ignored his pleas and began to push my massive shaft into him. He screamed in pain as i forced my way inside him, slowly stretching his virgin ass to breaking point and then beyond. I clamped a hand around his mouth to stifle his screams, all the better to hear Franks groans of pleasure as he licked and kissed his way up my bulging, muscular calves to my oak like thighs. I noticed that he kept his fingers away from my ass crack, after the last time, but he was diligently covering every inch of my muscle packed legs and glutes with his tongue. I began to pump harder, each thrust driving my immense cock slightly further into the violated teenager’s ass. I also felt a warm spray against the back of my thighs as Frank lost control, and started to cum. Ironically the more damage i did to the teenager the more the blood lubricated the passage, easing his pain a little. The slight reprieve didn't last long of course. A few savage thrusts and i felt his ribs begin to snap as his lower body was crushed against the wall. A few more and my cock was buried deep inside him, destroying everything in its path, his frail body unable to withstand the its sheer size and power. I felt a familiar churning in my balls as my nut sac tightened, and i flexed my pecs, crushing the boy against the wall so tightly that his entire sternum shattered, his body flattening to a fraction of its thickness between the hard concrete wall and the even harder muscles of my body. At that moment i gave a roar of pleasure as i emptied my seed into the now mutilated corpse, my thick creamy sperm mingling with the blood and gore that leaked from his body. I felt another hot spray, over my ass this time as Frank once again succumbed to my immense sexuality, and i was impressed with his ability to keep cuming so often. "Enough", i said to Frank, stepping back from the wall and peeling the remains of the boy from my dick, dropping the shattered almost unrecognisable ruins to the ground. "Go find a mop and bucket, and clean this place up", i ordered, "while i dispose of this". I found a large canvas bag, which was just a little too short to fit the body in, but i soon remedied that by folding him in half, snapping his spine as easily as a dry twig. I also grabbed a couple of fifty pound plates and dropped them into the bag. "Do you have a car here?" i asked Frank when he returned with a mop and bucket. "Yes, it's parked right outside". "Give me the keys", i commanded. He picked up the shorts I had torn apart earlier, found the keys and handed them to me. I hefted the large bag onto my shoulder barely noticing the weight and went out to the car. I noticed there were no other cars parked nearby which meant that the receptionist didn't have one which was good. I dumped the bag in the boot of Frank’s car and headed back inside. It was only then that i realised i had gone out completely naked, covered in blood and cum, luckily no-one had been around. While Frank cleaned up the mess I had made in the gym I took a long hot shower, cleaning the blood and cum from my spectacular body. Once finished a pulled on a pair of black leggings that were stretched so tightly over my bulging musculature that they were practically see through. I often wear leggings in public, I love the way the skin tight material clings to my swollen muscles, hiding nothing of their power and beauty. I usually wear a pair of trunks under them to cover my manhood as the leggings are stretched to transparency, but it was late and I didn’t expect anybody to be around, so I didn’t bother. I covered my upper body with a white compression shirt, my abs, pecs and nipples clearly displayed through the material. I admired myself in the mirror for a few moments, flexing various muscles, threatening to rip my outfit apart with their size. I admired my long thick cock, covered by the leggings, but clearly visible through the material, and then headed back to the gym. Frank had finished cleaning up the mess and had returned the mop and bucket wherever he had found them. I had ordered him to get dressed once he finished and now he stood awaiting my return in a t-shirt and jeans. “Let’s go” I commanded, smirking as I saw his dick press against the material of his jeans at the sight of me. I locked the door of the gym as we left with a set off keys I had found on the reception desk and climbed into the passenger seat of Frank’s car. “Where are we going master?” he asked as he started the car. “The docks”, I said, “just drive, I will direct you”. Ten minutes later we parked outside the gate of the deep-water dock. The gate was secured with a thick chain and a large padlock, but it wasn’t thick enough to prevent my entry, or even test my muscles. “Wait here”, I said getting out of the car and walking to the gate. I grabbed the chain with both hands and began to pull, my biceps bulged, and there was a few moments of resistance before the steel links succumbed to my strength and snapped apart. I dropped the heavy chain to the ground and pushed open the gates, waving Frank through. I climbed back into the car and we drove to the edge of the dock, where I proceeded to remove the bag from the boot and drop it into the deep water. The weights I had added ensured that the bag and its contents immediately sunk to the bottom. I climbed back into the car and Frank had just turned around about to head back through the gates when a police car came driving in. “Shit”, I thought as they flashed us down. They had obviously seen the opened gate on their way past and decided to investigate. I briefly toyed with the idea of killing them; even armed they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, but I knew they would have already radioed back to the station with the car details and license plate. I would have to take an alternative approach, but it would be no less enjoyable. “Stay here”, I commanded Frank and quickly climbed out of the car. I flexed my upper body to the max as I walked towards their now stationary vehicle. My biceps shredded the already overstretched sleeves, my shoulders split through the top of the compression shirt, as rips appeared down the sides and front from my rapidly spreading lats and expanding pecs. The shirt was hanging in tatters from my spectacularly pumped upper body and I simply tore the remains of it from me. The two cops got out of their car and approached me warily, hands on the butt of their pistols. “What’s up officers?” I asked innocently, watching their eyes rove all over my body, trying to take in its absolute perfection. “Jesus Christ”, the older of the two men exclaimed, “you’re fucking huge. Jesus Jack, he’s bigger than you”, he said to his partner, who was obviously no stranger to the gym. “What are you doing here?” the buff cop asked. “I had some rubbish to dump, thought it would be easiest just to dump it in the dock. I know it’s illegal but just saves me the hassle of driving all the way to the dump”. I fixed my gaze on the older cop as I spoke, subtly flexing the muscles in my legs. I could sense he was the weaker of the two, mentally as well as physically. I noticed his eyes glaze over as he stared transfixed at the hypnotic display of pulsing muscle before him. “You cut the chain?” the other cop continued. “Yea, sorry about that”, I replied. “Must have been some heavy duty cutters you used”. “I didn’t use cutters”, I replied. He looked at me quizzically and I raised my arms into a double bicep pose. “I used these”, I continued. “No way” he said, gulping audibly, “that’s not possible”. “Look at me” I smiled, flexing harder, turning my body into a wall of living steel. “Look at my muscles, their size, their hardness. Do you think there is anything my body cannot do?” “I…I..”, he stammered, barely able to think in the face of such extreme strength and power, knowing that no matter how many hours he spent in the gym he could never come close to my size, my density. I turned back to the older cop, who was visibly trembling with desire. “Go to your car and radio the station back. Tell them you have checked me out and everything’s fine, nothing to report.” Without a word the cop turned back to his car to carry out my commands. The bigger cop may not have been as deeply under my spell as his partner, but he was too far gone to question the fact that I was now the one giving orders. I stepped towards the other cop and flexed my bicep in his face. “Feel it”, I ordered. He wrapped his fingers around the rock hard ball of muscle and began to squeeze. I could tell he was putting everything he had into it in an attempt to reclaim some of his masculinity, but he couldn’t make the slightest dent. “My God”, he gasped, “it’s like warm steel”. “Flex”, I commanded him. His body responded before his brain had even registered the command and he raised his arm and flexed it in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around the hard mound and began to squeeze. Almost immediately he gasped in pain as my strong fingers effortlessly overpowered his muscle, crushing into it with childish ease. “Please stop”, he gasped, “Please, you’re hurting me”. “Do I look like I am even trying?” I asked him. “No”, he cried out,” aahh….please…..no more”. “Do you understand just how inferior your body is to mine I asked”. “Yes”, he gasped, “you’re so strong, so unimaginably strong”. I released the man’s arm and turned to his partner who had just come back. “Well?” I asked. “It’s done”, he replied, “I told them we had sent you on your way and we were resuming our patrol”. “Good”, I responded, “now strip”. Both men immediately began to remove their clothes and in less than a minute they were standing naked before me, their dicks erect. “Kneel”, I commanded. Again both men obeyed me without hesitation dropping to their knees before me. My domination of their puny bodies and feeble minds was turning me on and my dick began to stiffen. I placed my hands on my hips and flared my lats, causing both men to moan with desire as they bathed in the glow of my magnificence. With my hands holding the waist band of my leggings in place, my dick began to press insistently against the black material until it simply tore through it with a loud ripping. The sight of my huge, powerful dick bursting through its nylon prison was all it took to crush the any last vestige of the men’s free will. Unable to control himself the smaller of the two reached out and began to stroke my calves, gasping with pleasure as he felt the hard nylon sheathed muscle beneath his fingers. “Did I give you permission to touch me weakling” I roared. The anger in my voice caused him to instantly pull his hand away, but my reflexes were so much faster. I took hold of his wrist and squeezed it painfully. “Aarrgg”, he cried out in pain “Please, i…I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you…you’re just so strong, so powerful, so…so irresistible. “You need to learn your place little man”, I said, “you are nothing in my presence, do you understand?” “Yes”, he groaned. I turned to his partner, savouring the fear in his eyes, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. He nodded his head, confirming that he knew his place. “I am your Master”, I continued, “and you exist only to serve me, you have no will but mine, no desires but mine. You are nothing more than an extension of my consciousness, and as such you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand your place now?” Both men nodded, “Yes Master”, they said in unison. My huge, beautiful cock was bobbing inches from their faces, the head glistening with precum, and both men stared at it as though in a trance. “Have you ever seen such a large, powerful cock before?” I asked them. The older of the two could only shake his head, unable to speak as my presence overwhelmed his puny mind. “No”, his partner whispered, “it’s incredible”. “You want to worship it don’t you?” I asked. “To pay homage to my incomparable masculinity with your lips. You want to taste my seed, my divine nectar, isn’t that right?” Both men again nodded their assent, groaning in pleasure at the thought of being given such an honour. I released the older cops wrist and began to stroke my member, looking down at the two men. “But I do not deem you worthy of such an honour”, I sneered. I watched impassively as whatever remained of their spirits shattered as I refused them the only thing they now desired. “Please”, the younger of the two men begged, while his partner groaned in despair. “You dare to question me?” I asked threateningly. “No Master”, he whimpered. I was still stroking myself and I could feel my orgasm build. “Despite your insolence and inferiority I will allow you to taste of my magnificence”, I said as I began to cum, spurting thick gobs of creamy sperm over the two men, coating their faces with my virulent seed. The two thralls unconsciously began to lick their lips, tasting my seed, the smell and taste of my powerful ejaculate causing them to respond in kind, coating my lower legs with their own inferior release. I looked down at the creamy goo that now covered my magnificent calves with disdain. “Lick me clean”, I commanded, and both men immediately leant forward and began lapping at my calves, their spent dicks hardening again as the feel of my powerful muscles against their lips enflamed their arousal. I stood before these insignificant whelps like the dominant God I was for a few moments as they greedily swallowed their own cum. “Enough”, I commanded, once they had cleaned off their mess and they immediately pulled away, their bodies instantly responding to my command. They looked up at me, fear, desire, and adoration in their eyes. They would do whatever I asked of them, without question or hesitation. They belonged to me now, their devotion to their Master absolute. “I am finished with you now”, I said, “You may resume your work”. With that I walked back to the car and climbed in. “Let’s go”, I said and Frank immediately drove off leaving the two policemen still kneeling on the ground, covered in my cum. Free from my presence the two men would begin to regain control of their senses. They would get dressed and resume their patrol, but they would never mention what had just happened to anyone. They wouldn’t even discuss it between themselves, shame and confusion over what had happened would make sure of that. Although a degree of self-control would return to them, their lives would be irrevocably altered. Sexual arousal would be impossible unless they were thinking of me, but they would think of me often. I would haunt their dreams, they would wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat their pathetic dicks twitching as they involuntary orgasmed. Forced to live with the knowledge of just how truly inferior they were they would grow increasingly depressed, unable to take pleasure from anyone or anything, the memory of tonight the only thing that would bring them any respite from their despair. Eventually the thought of living like this, in misery and without my presence to console them would prove too much and they would take their own lives. If they were particularly strong willed their will to live might prevail but they would be a shadow of their former selves, barely capable of functioning as a useful member of society, rendered clinically insane. I gave Frank directions and ten minutes later we pulled up outside my house, on the outskirts of the city. “Take out your dick”, I ordered. Frank immediately complied, and pulled out his throbbing erection, which was dripping with precum. I turned his head so that he was facing me and leant forward. “You have done well tonight little man”. Before he could respond I pressed my lips to his, I felt his body immediately relax as he surrendered to my kiss. For several minutes I kissed him, expertly probing his mouth with my tongue. After thirty seconds I felt his body tense as he ejaculated all over steering wheel, but the overwhelming eroticism of my kiss kept him hard and he came two more times before I released his lips. “Will I see you again Master?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes pleading with me to say yes. “If I wish it”, I replied, “Now go home and dream of me slave”. “Yes Master”, he said as I climbed out of the car. By [email protected]

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 7 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ After getting making sure that the clothes that were somehow magically altered would indeed fit Drake, Devon told him to go into the bathroom as they both would need to clean and freshen up a bit before they took Drake anywhere outside of the apartment. Devon was standing there trying to figure out how he was going to create some underwear for Drake and some shoes, when he suddenly heard a very large thump and the sound of something like loose plaster crumbling down. Looking up and over he saw Drake standing back from the doorway looking very confused, and rubbing his head and shoulders as if they slightly hurt. "Devon!... I.... understand this not. I cannot get through the doorway, yet last night you brought me through it to your bedroom." "Duck and turn, Drake. You need to duck and turn. You were very tired after your growing ordeal last night and you walked very stooped and slumped over. I almost had to support you, although it is a good thing I didn't have to completely do so or you would've crushed me. When you approach doorways you need to bend down from your waist, and then twist your torso sideways a bit to get through." "Why not are doorways made for people to just walk through?" "They are, Drake, but you are not most people. You're eight feet tall, which means you're like two feet to two feet and a little more taller than most average men. You also have the body of an extreme, ultimate bodybuilder, which means your muscles are about five to ten times more developed than the average human male. As such, your shoulders and back are broad because of your height, broader because of the muscle, so you're broader than the doorway, where as the rest of us can just walk right through." "I think this will make it very difficult for me to establish a human existence." "Difficult, yes. Impossible, no. But we will have to be care where and how often we present you during the next week or so as a man your size is a medical anomaly and your fairy brothers will probably be able to suspect you're the once fairy prince. Just duck and twist and take a shower..... you get into the tub and turn on the faucets, the water will come out above your hea... well for you the water will come out just below your chest. You may need to squat down to get completely wet." Devon turned back to figuring out how to make shoes and undergarments for Drake when he heard the distinct sound of breaking metal and shattering hard Plexiglas. "GENTLY! Drake! You need to do everything in slow motion and very gingerly. Objects are not made for someone of your size and strength." Waiting breathlessly, hoping he didn't hear the sound of pipes breaking and water gushing, he stood for what felt like an eternity until the gentle cascade of water was heard and then Drake's voice bellowing, "This is almost like the waterfalls in our hills and caverns! But the soap is so small!" Devon sighed. His two heads battled it out for logic right now. His head with a brain started asking all sorts of questions like how was this going to work out. Where exactly is he going to go to document Drake being human. On the other hand, his cock head was beginning to swell and thrust forward wanting to be with Drake, especially since he was displaying such signs of power, and all of it accidental. While Drake continued to take a shower, Devon looked up on line how a sumo wrestlers' 'thong' was made, deciding that taking an extra bed sheet and making that was going to be the best option right now as underwear for Drake. One done, Drake was shown how to make his underwear, and then to put on the clothes. Devon took a shower while he did that and then went to checking under his bed for a box of large leather pieces. "Devon, what are you doing?" "I'm trying to find a box under here." Devon began to hear the bed creek and see the baseboard rise up. Drake was lifting that side up one handedly. "PutitdownPutitdownPutitdown PUT IT DOWN!" WHUMP! "Drake... you have to stop and try to think about every little thing you're going to do before you do it. Lifting the bed up like that, although helping me see the boxes better, would've either put the headboard through the wall, or cause the wall to break the head board." "Oh..." CREEEEEEEEEEEK! Drake walked forward and picked the bed up by the headboard one handedly and tipped it up. Devon wasn't sure if he was going to piss his pants or cream them. "Thank you. Now set it back down slowly and lightly." The box found, Devon pulled out some pieces of leather and traced Drake's feet on top of two pieces. After cutting two of them, he asked Drake if he thinks he could handle the knife and cut out two more pieces. Drake thought he could so Devon left him to that task, while he called up a friend. BRRRRRRRRRRING "General Registry Office, Anton Glendowe speaking." "Anton, it's Devon." "Hey Devon. How are you? How was your holiday?" "It was great...but I kind of have something I brought back with me and I need a little assistance." "Uhm...well, items you bought and are bringing back would be handled by the Department of..." "No, it's nothing I bought, brought, have to pay taxes on like that.... it sort of followed me home." "Then you need to call for Animal Control, that thing has to be in quarantine for like a month before it can be released to you and allowed to roam in your home..." "It's not an animal either." "If it's not an animal how could it have followed you....Good Lord, you haven't snuck someone into the country have you? How did you do it?" "I didn't sneak anyone into the country. In fact I didn't leave the country when I went on holiday. No, this...uhm... gentleman was born here, but he wasn't registered." "Well, we'll need to see if we can find his parents and speak to them, he'll need to be put into an orphanage..." "Anton, his parents are deceased, and it was quite a while ago he was born... like around twenty-five or so years ago." "TWENTY-FIVE YEARS!" "SHHHHH!" "Ahem... twenty-five years ago? Are you telling me you have an adult male that was born in this day and age in this country, that was reported, registered, or anything? How is working? How does he live?" "Well, he doesn't do either really well right now, which is why I'm trying to help him out, but I need to keep this all hush-hush if possible." "That is going to be extremely difficult. You can't just produce a man out of thin air and say, 'Here I need to register a birth!' It's simply not heard of. The closest case one could even find like that was this family in the heart of Wales. Crazy recluses the whole lot of them, with inbreeding like mad. When Social discovered them, there was so much paperwork to do. Two, three generations of family had to be registered, and then they had to be checked out medically. The inbreeding causing some outrageous medical conditions from one set with almost no teeth, to a whole set born with cleft palate, and set experiencing acromegaly...." "Did you say acromegaly?" "Yes, that's where the pituitary gland...." "I know what it is. It's just he may be from that family then." "You think he may be from that family?" "Well, he did come from a very country section of Wales and he is an extremely tall gentleman." "Oh my word.... he might be the lost boy?" "The lost boy?" "As I've said there was a terrible amount of inbreeding in this family, but eventually even they realized that they needed to go outside of the family circle. However, the family also had quite a few psychological and mental issues to deal with, and the one who went outside of the family... had his way with a local girl. They've not heard from her and none of the family knows where she is, but the man who did the deed swears he had a son. What color is the man's hair?" "It's a deep brown with golden highlights." "That matches the hair color the man gave of the woman when he described his family. If it's him, he's going to be in for a big surprise." "A big surprise, why?" "Well, the whole family was rounded up, treated medically, and their houses and grounds searched. They'd been hording things like mad for years, including money. Even after all the applicable fines and taxes were take out, there was still money left over. Enough that a family member would be well off and could keep the property, although the houses would need to be razed and new structures built. None of the rest of the family can claim it. All mad as a hatter and locked away for the public's safety. But now, if he.... if he is a blood relative and he's sane, he could collect the whole thing, well save what needs to be kept to pay for the family's up keep, but there's even several bank books with accounts going back nearly a hundred years that's been gathering up interest." "Well, forgetting the money and estate part, do you think you can help him?" "I'll see what I can do, but we need to get some facts to go off of, what does he use?" "Drake Forest." "Well, that already sounds like he has a much clearer head than the rest of that lot. Some of them had names like 'Chandelier Mossrock.' When is his birthday?" "Uhm... hold on... Drake! Drake! When were you born?" "When was I born?" "Yes, the day you came into existence?" "My light and wings came into being on Mabon during the twenty-eighth year of Queen Bess." "Mabon?!? twenty-eighth year of Queen... don't you have months and years in the fey world? Oh... internet internet.... perhaps I need to call up James Whitehart again.... Mabon... what is Mabon.... Oh... that's a festival for the autumnal equinox. That would be September 21st. And the twenty-eighth year of ....good queen bess... that would be Elizabeth the First...Are you going from the very first she started or counting full yea....oh never mind, I'll just do it from the start... that would be 1586, modernize it...uhm let's see, well around my age... 1986 that would make him 28 years old. Uhm. Anton... you still there?" "Yes, I am. Do you have his birth date?" "Yes, 21....9....1986." "And his physical description currently?" "Uhm.... well... he's uh eight feet tall..." "What?" "He's eight feet tall and uh... sixty-seven and a half stone." "Sixty.... oh come now, you're pulling my..." "No... I'm not joking. I'm serious." CLANG CLATTER CLOP CLOP CLOP CLOP CLOP "Look... I'll have you meet him in a day or two. I'm trying to get him into some regular clothes right now, but I need to run and see what that racket was all about." Devon didn't even wait for an answer, he simply hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to find one cabinet door off its hinges, the fridge shelving collapsed and Drake kneeling looking very distraught. "I'm sorry, Devon. I tried to be ginger. You were taking such an awful long time on the phone and I needed to eat something. I even tried to catch much of it before it fell, but...." Drake held out his hand to show the cast iron frying pan he caught and the fact that its sides were slightly dented inward due to Drake's catching grasp. "Ok.... ' said Devon as he ran a towel under the kitchen faucet to get it wet. "Take this and wipe your shirt and pants off as best you can. I will make you something to eat, but it won't be a lot. Then you will have to wait for just a bit, but please be patient and trust me." As Drake cleaned himself up, Devon made him an omelete out of every single egg he had, plus some meat and some diced vegetables. Devon grabbed a protein shake to drink and went back into the bedroom while Drake sat at the breakfast table, knees raising the table and his frame and weight eventually busting the chair, and ate breakfast, silently wishing for more. Devon meanwhile took the four cut outs of leather, added some other strips here and there, and then pulled out some thick rubber matting, which made cut outs the same shape as the leather and the glued with the leather itself. After a little bit of hand stitching and drying, Drake now had a pair of sandals. With those Devon led him outside the apartment, out of the building, down the street through quite a few gawkers, eventually down to the underground. After boarding and taking up several seats...well, Devon - one, and Drake - three. The duo now sped off in the early evening towards a favorite spot of Devon's. "My man is hungry, " thought Devon. "I need to go shopping tomorrow, but for now.... the Three Bars Pub ought to do the trick..."

Wow, this is truly a great story, man! Truly excellent for a first post, your descriptions of the protagonist's muscles and dominating power are amazing. You've got some serious skill, and I look forward to reading more of your stories in the future!

Indianapolis 4/25/14 Diego pulled his car into the driveway and banged the wheel. "Damn, it's been two days since I kissed that dude" small homophobic shudder. "I don't even have so much as a cough. All that for nothing!" He unlocked the door to his house and dropped his gym bag on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to pull the chicken and rice he had prepared out of the fridge and started warming it up in the microwave. He grabbed the protein powder and some milk and some creatine mix and put it into his blender along with 3 bananas and a scoop of peanut butter ice cream. "At least I can still enjoy my food and get big the natural way. But really I want to be HUGE!" Diego was a short 5'6" but a wide and thick 230 pounds. In the off season he got as big as 290, but he had a competition coming up and he needed the sponsorships to afford his "growing" habit. The microwave dinged signaling its finish and Diego pulled the dish out grabbed a fork and began stuffing his face while trying to down the shake. Without warning his stomach heaved and he leaned over the sink vomiting up everything he had just eaten. He ran some water in his mouth to wash out the bad taste, "What the hell! I must have been eating too fast. Now all that food is wasted." He decided to shower and change clothes to try to relax and maybe watch some tv. While in the shower he began to feel sick again and leaned over the drain but only gave a dry heave. "Damn. Maybe the chicken was bad or something" He toweled off and pulled on some old sweats and a button down flannel shirt. Then went to the kitchen to check the rest of the chicken. He sniffed it gingerly and touched it with his tongue. It seemed ok. He pulled the milk out of the fridge and checked the date. 2 days past the date on the jug. He uncapped it and smelled it. It didn't smell bad, but that had to be the problem. "That's what I get for trying to save a buck and not buying ....ugh" a terrible cramp seized his stomach and he fell on the floor. The milk carton dropped and spilled the remaining contents all over. As the cramp passed, Diego slowly got to his feet and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess. "I guess I have to pass on the gym tomorrow." he sighed and went into the living room to turn on the tv. He dropped into his favorite recliner and kicked back. That felt much better and his stomach seemed to settle down. "...and as recently as two days ago here in our town" the young male reporter was saying, "at one gym a young track athlete swelled into a Herculean beast." The background was filled with the phone videos from the crowd of Carter transforming, then someone had caught Diego's little.... "SCREW YOU ASSHOLES" he shouted at the TV. "What the hell did you have to show that for?" He was pissed, not only at the public viewing of his kiss, but that for some reason he was feeling slightly aroused watching the transformation again. His phone beeped and he saw a new message come in. It was from Reggie, one of his best friends: Diego, saw you on TV! LOL! You gay now for muscle? JK Another beep. This time from Jackie, his fiancé. WTF? You could at least be honest with me. He was distracted by the reporter who was continuing covering the flu, "Meanwhile in Texas the young grad student who was isolated for treatment is doing better. They have found ways to help him in his mobility." "Poor guy. Didn't know what hit him" Diego murmured as his own dick lengthened slightly. "That's kind of hot actually. Although I don't know about not being able to move" HIs phone beeped again. Jackie. Are you going to let me know what's going on? Is that why you haven't called in 3 days? "Meanwhile in Paris, repairs have begun to the Eiffel Tower and they are attempting to track down the flu victim who caused the mayhem for treatment. Authorities are saying...." A buzzing sound filled Diego's head drowning out the reporter. He shuddered and his eyes rolled back in his head as an intense wave of power washed through him. The recliner groaned slightly as his body seemed to pulse. The buzzing sound faded and Diego could focus on the reporter again. "So we do not know what happened with Carter and the mystery kissing man but we will keep you up to date with any new information....sneeze...sorry folks. That one snuck up on me." Diego smiled at the TV shot of him kissing Carter this time and unconsciously adjusted his crotch which had hardened. "At least he was pretty hot. If I'm going to kiss a guy, I picked a good one." His phone rang this time and he saw Reggie's number. Diego smiled and answered it. "Hey man" Reggie was laughing, "What a totally gay shot of you, dude!" Diego laughed, "Yeah, but he was kind of hot ya gotta admit!" "What are you talking about? You got a secret you need to tell me?" Diego shook his head. His thoughts were all screwed up right now. "I...I'm not sure I....." The button on the right cuff of the flannel shirt popped off and landed on the floor. Then the left cuff. Diego stared at them slightly dumbfounded as the buzzing started in his head again and he realized his forearms looked kind of pumped. He could barely make out Reggie's voice over the phone. "Diego man, you ok? You there? Hey!" Diego dropped the phone as the intense wave passed through him again and his eyes rolled back. He didn't realize that he had started the video function as his phone hit the floor which recorded a startling sight. His already thick chest swelled even further and the top button of the flannel popped off. His traps rose and his neck thickened stretching the collar apart and a small tear appeared in the left leg of his sweatpants. The buzzing was fading now and he struggled to pick up the phone but his hands were thicker and holding the device was awkward. "....I'm almost there, dude! Hold on. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Diego smiled as he heard Reggie's car in the driveway, "I'm more fine than you can imagine" The door burst open and Reggie came in holding his own phone. Then stared at Diego who smiled back at him. The sweats and flannel were painted on him. "Dude. When you kissed that guy...you...you" "I got the virus." He smiled wide. He got up out of the recliner accompanied by the sound of more threads snapping and popping. Reggie, a 6 foot handsome black bodybuilder, looked genuinely scared and backed up towards the door. He bumped it and it closed behind him. Diego started to walk towards him. "It felt awesome. Although I didn't get what that guy got. I think I only put on about 15-20 pounds" His dick was throbbing painfully in his sweats and Reggie looked really good to him. Reggie pushed his back against the door like he was trying to pass through it without opening it. Diego walked up to him. The top of his chest bulging through the gap in the shirt where the button had broken free. "I always loved muscle and now I....I....." The buzzing again, but this time the intensity was completely unbearable. Diego stumbled against Reggie who reached out to stop him from falling and try to push him back. Reggie stared mesmerized by the sight of his friend who was beginning to swell up again. "This...this...feels...awesome!" The last word dropped two octaves in pitch ending in a growl. The next two buttons burst from the shirt and a loud rip echoed through the house as the back of the shirt split down the middle revealing deep thick and wide muscle. Diego reached out and grabbed Reggie's arms as he struggled to stay up right. His spine popped and slowly began to lengthen. He was clutching Reggie so tightly that Reggie was wincing in pain, 'Stop man let go!" "I... I can't" he growled and fell against Reggie as his biceps burst through their sleeves. Thick veins rising up to the surface. The sweatpants split down the sides as massive quads emerged and his now 2' dick broke through the front and was pressed between the two men. Reggie had turned pale, "What are going to do?" Diego shuddered and swelled even larger, now looking down on Reggie. "I...I'm not...." Reggie felt something sticky and they both looked down at the huge head pushed up between them. Precum forming on the tip. Diego suddenly gasped and the first volley shot straight up hitting Reggie in the face. Diego continued to pump and shoot for 45 seconds covering everything in sight. At last he staggered backwards. All 6'5 500 pounds of him. He was breathing heavily as his dick began to soften. Reggie was frozen. A look of pure shock on his face. "Reggie. Man....I'm...sorry...so...sorry. I couldn't control it. I...." "You...you infected me, you asshole"

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 8 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Part 6: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2426-wet-dreams-may-come-part-6/ Part 7: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2437-wet-dreams-may-come-part-7/ There were quite a few stares, gasps, and comments on the underground ride, but it would be worth it. The Three Bars Pub has some of the best food around and at very reasonable prices, plus Devon had a feeling he might be able to get some food and drinks for free. The Three Bars Pub was a place Devon used to come to on the weekends while studying in college. He had tried to work out then and do it religiously in order to build up some mass, which of course never happened, but he garnered the respect of quite a few iron jocks for his tenacity and understanding about what it meant to seriously lift. After spending so many hours in the gym, he was invited to come to the Three Bars Pub by many of the regulars, for the Pub wasn't named because it had three alcohol serving counters inside; well, it did, but the real reason it was named that was it was a hangout for iron lifters: strong man competitors, athletic models, wrestlers (regular, ring, and arm), gymnasts, power lifters, and bodybuilders. Devon opened up the front door and eyes began to stare. Everyone of course looked up just to see who was coming through the door, but then the stare downs began. Nigel, the owner and barkeep stared at the short young man and then began to smile when he realized who it was. Devon went to look for familiar faces, but his eyes caught sight of the sign advertising the five pound plate special: Five pound burger, plus large order of chips, and a large drink Fourteen Pounds -Free if you can eat it all within thirty minutes. Everyone else, even if an old friend of Devon's, their eyes when to the backdrop behind Devon and the door frame. Since the entire doorway was filled with a man's shirt and pants and those were filled with an extremely large man, everyone immediately began to whisper. The chattering din was broken by Nigel. "Devon! As I live and breathe! Long time, son! What brings you in here today?" "Well, Nigel, it was to introduce a friend to good company, good food, and at fair prices, but I think He's going to need the Five Pound Plate Special." The room got deathly quiet, and Nigel stared hard at Devon. "No offense, mate, but we all know that person can't be you. Stuffing five pounds of burger, plus chips and pints in you would make your tummy so extended you'd look like a novelty kettle ball. And what is that tacked on my door out there behind you?" "There's nothing tacked on the door behind me, Nigel. That would be Drake. The man who needs that five pound special. Drake, duck and twist, buddy." If the room was deathly quiet at the mention of some ONE trying to take on the five pound special alone, the room became eerily, maddeningly quiet now. No one could believe the size of the gent coming through the doorway now: shoulders broader than the doorframe by at least twice as much. When he stood he actually stood head and shoulders, plus a small bit of chest, above the door frame, let alone the doorway. Chest so thick and barreling, it entered the room about five minutes before he did. Back and lats so wide and thick, with arms equally if not more swollen and hard, it looked like he was almost always doing an impersonation of an airplane his relaxed stance had his arms stuck out so far. Legs, neck, hands, and feet to match. There were more than a few whistles, jealous stares, and wet spots from the assembled pub crowd. Nigel had to lean onto the bar for support, but regain his composure and called out, "STEPHEN! WE HAVE A CONTENTDER FOR THE PLATE LUNCH!" This sent a roar of cheers from the gathered crowd and flurry of activity: Stephen came flying out the kitchen door to see if he heard correctly and he nearly dropped a load in his pants when he saw the size of Drake, several regulars did one of two things: ran out the door to go get friends, or flipped open their phones to call friends to come down here on the double. Nigel went and asked a couple of blokes if they could move so Drake and Devon could have a booth, as he was pretty sure none of the chairs in the pub would support Drake. Soon after sitting down, a crowd gathered round the table Devon and Drake were at and Devon fielded questions for Drake like he was a manager of some prized fighter. Drake smiled the whole time, one because he was quickly become enamored to Devon for all his quick thinking and creative answers to his life background, and two, he began to realize he, or his body, was becoming quite the object of affection and admiration. Perhaps Devon's taste in men was the right thing for him to use as a body sculptor after all. Of course, there were those who were in utter disbelief, added to those who were completely humiliated by Drake's size. They had a chance of at least maybe being considered a big man, a strong man, a manly man, amongst most regular mortals, but when there walked in a man with arms so big around, it looked like if he could squeeze his forearm through a toilet and then flex, the upper arm would burst the loo, there was no hope for them. Drake made them actually and mentally feel like children, primary grade school children. So this in turn led to the show us your muscles pose offs. Devon showing Drake how to peel his shirt sleeves back and then flex. The flexing then led to accusations of him being built but it had to be all soft, no substance, no strength. This in turn lead to a series of competitions beginning with arm wrestling. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM..... No one stood a chance. Thirty three men in about eighteen minutes, arms down and pinned. Which then of course led to the true acts of strength. Drake spent the next few minutes lifting men off the ground, just themselves, then lifting a man sitting in a chair, then two men in a chair each - both single handed, then three men on one chair, and finally Drake became the anchor for a power lifter - bodybuilder- athletic model -gymnast pyramid, able to support about twenty guys positioned on top of him, no sweat. He even got into a game of catch with some medicine balls, a kettle ball, and eventually a bar stool foot rest that once was a World Strongest Man competition ball. The crowd was amazed at how easily he could hold and catch it. Over the course of time more and more of the regulars, plus many visitors came in and finally all of the members of the Three Bars Pub Iron Team were there and the President called for the back doors to be opened. This sent a cheer through the crowd as if one had announced the end of a war or the announcement of a Royal marriage. Still waiting for all of the food for the plate to be cooked, they led Devon and Drake into the back room, which was an entire gymnasium. The crowd pushed Drake towards a bench press seat and began to chant, "BENCH! BENCH! BENCH!" Devon ran over and began to help load the plates up, very quietly explaining to Drake what he needed to do until Drake nodded back and smiled that he understood. Devon had done some quick calculations to estimate what should be on the bar, but he forgot that he didn't lift all that much and that the amount of weight goes up exponentially as one gets taller. Still the crowd was set to be impressed as Devon had them 575lbs on the bar. Drake of course pretty much lifted the thing one handed. Devon burst out laughing... "I'm sorry guys... I was thinking about what I'd like to be able to bench one day." The crowd roared in laughter and cheered and egged Devon on, who went about to help setting more plates. However the crowd stopped him every so often just so they could see Drake press it, even if it was still light as a feather to him. On and on it continues... 600.....650.....700....750.....800.... they were getting two sets of weighted bars now and hooking them together with an "H" shaped holder that Drake could grab onto in the middle. 1,000...1,200....1,400.....,1,800....2,000....2,200..... finally Drake seemed to be having a little difficulty. The presses were getting slower, more controlled, and making him sweat. Everyone agreed that he was near his max weight and the proceeded to take it up in much smaller increments now. Little by little they kept adding the weight on. The crowd kept cheering "Go! Go! GO! GO!" which by the end as Drake was receiving such a good pump in both his chest and arms from this workout, they began to mix in the word, grow. "GO! GROW! GO! GROW! GO! GROW!" Finally they had reached the maximum bench weight Drake could handle. He took the last rep down, let out several deep breaths, began to push up, began to strain and grunt a little, began to slightly arch his back until Devon jumped in and helped him to keep focused and kept it flat and level. His veins were popping out all over his body. Sweat was coming out in every pore making his shirt wet and nearly see through. His arms and chest swelled as he struggle and pushed and pressed, until finally with a loud rip his shirt sleeves and front gave way, just blowing up and revealing his pumped arms and chest. With those rips came a deafening roar as with every last ounce of strength in him, Drake hoisted the bar up and then down into its cradle. His max rep coming in at 2,300 pounds. The crowd went ballistic. Cheers blew the roof off of the pub. Some men were crying out of sense of loss, others were crying out joy, many went to slap Drake on the back in congratulations, while others quickly ran for the bathroom to wipe the insides of their underwear out, and many turned to pay losses or collect winnings on side bets that had been going the whole time. The crowd cheered him on to just rip what was left of the shirt off, which he did so and Devon egged him on and showed him how to growl and do a most muscular crab shot like the Hulk. Folks had to take pictures left and right of just Drake, or them with Drake, or them photo bombing Drake and someone else getting their picture taken. Everyone wanted to buy Drake a round, some even wished to include Devon, too, but Nigel had to tell them all he would hear none of it, as at this time the man's lunch plate was now finally cooked and ready... Sitting back down at the booth, after wiping himself down with a towel, Drake's mouth watered as he was presented with the five pound hamburger, chips, and a large drink. The crowed oohed and ahhed once again as Drake actually picked up the burger in his hands. As most men look like when holding a half or full pound burger in their hands, this is what Drake looked like holding the five pounder. It was still a little too unwieldy even for him to hold, so he sat it down and cut it half, and then began to chomp down on it. Drake had never had a hamburger before, and the expression on his face, the way his eyes rolled back when the beef juices and seasonings hit his tongue, one would've thought he was having an orgasm! "YEAH!" bellowed a pretty big man in the crowd, "THAT'S THE WAY A WEIGHT BULL REFUELS AFTER A WORKOUT AND ENJOYS HIS PROTEIN! YEEEEEAAAAH!" The crowd again going ballistic, frenzied began to cheer and egg him on to eat.... Eat....EAT! Drake didn't disappoint he ate his burger, as well as all the chips in between, and his large drink, or one should say, drinks. He was powerfully thirsty as well, and after he finished the large drink that came with the meal during its being devoured, several customers kept buying him the largest glasses of ale and beer they could afford. Naturally Drake finished the meal and actually did so inside of twenty minutes, a new record for the Pub. The beer and the snacks kept flowing. Drake's size and naivety about working out made him seem like a natural bodybuilding wonder who was exceptionally friendly and humble. Pictures were taken of him standing next to the tallest and the biggest local guys and making them look like kids, people slipping various things like their shirt, shorts, bicycle inner tubes, string, wire, bungee cords over Drake's upper arm and having him flex and rip or snap out of it. Guys tried to drape their arm over his shoulders as they handed him another beer and began singing songs and telling tales of weight lifting days gone by. Devon and Drake helped close the place down. As they were getting ready to leave, Nigel came over to shake hands and thank Devon. "That man is destined for some great things in the world of sport. Really kind soul too. I remember you, Devon. I remember you very well. He's a keeper that one, if you know what I mean. And I'd like to say thank you and offer a small apology. When you first mentioned the special and he walked in I thought, 'Bloody hell, Nijuh. You're out fourteen pounds if not more now.' But he's caused so many of the old regulars and new customers to come in, I've taken more in the till this evening than damn near have in the last six months total! He's like you, Devon, always welcome back, and as long as he can help draw folks in, he can always have a five pounder for free." Nigel went away chuckling and several regulars traveled with Devon and Drake back to Devon's apartment so Devon could actually get home safely, without Drake stumbling and crushing him. Well, with all the drinks that were being given to Drake, Drake was completely pissed, three-four-five sheets to the wind, utterly schnookered.... .... ... and it took around forty-five pints to do that. In the morning Devon awoke in the living room to someone pounding at the door. Approaching it and looking through the peep hole, he discovered it was Anton. He opened the door and let him inside. "Good morning.... or rather good God, man. You look like you were attacked by a bear who drug you through the sewer! Are you just getting up? It's after noon!" "Shhhhhh SHSHHHHH! Ugh..... I took my friend to a pub last night. He made quite an impression and we closed the place down." "You didn't try to drink him under the table did you? I mean, if he's a large as you say, you should be well passed out four or five hours before he become punchy." "No, I didn't try to pace my drinking with his, but as I know him and brought him in, everyone was buying me rounds as well, and....Let's just say we had a really great time last night." "And paying for it this morning...or rather afternoon." "So, why'd you stop over today for? It's a Saturday." "I wanted to try and see you and ....uhmm..." "Drake." "Drake... yes...in person. If I can get his finger prints and such, there may be a way for me to get him into the system without too much fuss." "Hmmmmm I don't know if that'll happen now after last night. We made quite an impression. ... ... ... But if you need to get things like his finger prints, blood sample, probably would be good to do that now. He's still zonked out in my bedroom." "In your bedroo....why is he in there? Are you two?...." "We're just getting to know one another, Anton, and as far as him being in my bedroom think about it. I have a one bedroom apartment which means I have a bed or a couch for him to sleep on. Since the couch is narrow and only six feet long...." "Drake at eight feet tall would be more comfortable on the bed." "Yes...shall well." And Devon showed Anton to his bedroom and went into to look at Drake. "Good Lord, he's an absolute behemoth!" "You didn't believe me did you?" "Well, it's such a rarity for any man to reach these kind of heights and under normal growth conditions. Has he been taken to the hospital and check out?" "Can't do that until we have an identity for him and he's in the system." "Right. Well, he's still zonked out it seems, but I should be able to lift his finger prints off him quietly enough, and...bloody hell! His vascularity! No problem getting a sample of blood out of him.... if his arms and veins don't break the needle." Nigel got the blood sample, finger prints, and wrote down some other stats in order to create a file for Drake. He was just finishing writing down the last of his measurements when he began to notice the sheets moving. "Devon...I say, Devon... do you have pet?" "No... why?" "Because something is rising up in the middle of the sheets, but both of his feet are stuck out there and aren't moving. What does that mean?" "It means we need to discuss this outside in the kitchen before you notice things about him you didn't want to know. Fancy a cup of Earl Grey?" And Devon ushered Anton out of his bedroom to let the sleeping giant lie.

-Now that I've posted the entire story (I hope you've enjoyed), it would be my wish that someone drew a comic based on the story I wrote. I think it would be one of the sexiest comic ever. At least, I hope that my story will inspire some artists. Maybe, in the future, I will write more stories. Now I will post the whole story, so you can read it without interruptions. I apologize again if in the story there are mistakes, not idiomatic expressions or unclear things. Thank you for reading. This is a story of a skinny boy. His name was Paul. He was very short compared with the guys of his age and his skin was very pale. At school he was very good at science. He learned to build little machines and robots by himself. Machine design was his passion. On one occasion, after school, as he was walking next to a gym, three guys near the entrance, who looked very muscular, stared at him and started laughing. They shouted: -What an ugly boy you are! You are so little and skinny! Look at us! We are muscular and sexy! You are a loser nerd! You are hideous! Paul started crying and ran fast away. What they told him was awful. -How dare they!- shouted the boy. Paul remembered that on each of their T-shirts there was written one name: Carl, Chris and Christopher. -They must be their names- thought Paul. Carl was quite big, Chris was bigger and Christopher was huge. -Tomorrow I will take another path to avoid them- said he to himself. And so he did, but, while he was walking on the paviment, a car slew down beside him. They were the three guys of the previous day. -Look at you. You are hideous! See this guns? And they started flexing. Then they laughed very meanly and drove fast away. -What?!- said Paul. -How did they know I was going to be here?- asked the boy himself. -That's enough!- he exclaimed. -They cannot get away with this. They will pay for it!-. Paul thought up a plan to avenge himself. He worked hard for half an year and, while Carl, Chris and Christopher were going on mocking him and pumping their muscles, Paul's project came to an end. One day, after school, Paul went next to the gym and saw the three boys who were talking to each other. Suddenly Chris turned to Paul and warned the other two of his presence; but, before they could begin to mock him, Paul pulled a gun out of his backpack and fired a shot that made the three guys faint instantly. -Where are we?- asked the three guys. They found themselves tied up, each of them lying on a platform. They were wearing nothing except their underwears. -You are in my lab- answered a weak voice. After a few seconds they saw Paul. He was wearing only a pair of undies. His body was pale, skinny and hairless. -You have mocked me far too long. Now I will have my revenge-. -What are going to do to us?- answered the three guys shouting. -I will absorbe all your strenght and transfer it into my body- answered Paul. -Please, don't do this! We will do anything you want-. -It's too late. Now you will pay for what you did to me!-. Paul went into a glass cabin. The door closed automatically. A machine attached itself to Paul's body. Then you heard a robot voice saying: -Draining process activated. 5...4...3...2...1...go!-. You heard intense machine noises and, while this sounds were going on, the process started. It was the time of Carl, the least muscular. Carl felt his body weaker and weaker. The size of his muscles was slowly dimishing. In they meantime, after a short period of intense pain, Paul felt full of new energy flowing into his body. His muscles were slowly growing. He could feel his chest, his arms, his legs growing. His abs were growing solid as rock. His muscles were getting harder and harder, while Carl's body was shrinking. Paul was feeling a lot of pleasure. Carl was agitating for the pain. When Carl had no more muscles to give, as he got skinny, Paul found himself with Carl's muscular body. Now it was the time of Chris, the bigger one. Chris felt his body weaker and weaker. The size of his muscles was slowly dimishing. In they meantime, after a new short period of intense pain, Paul felt full of even more energy flowing into his body. His muscles were growing again. He could feel his chest, his arms, his legs growing bigger. His abs were growing bigger. His muscles were getting harder and harder, while Chris's body was shrinking. Paul was feeling much more pleasure than before. Chris was agitating for the pain. When also Chris had no more muscles to give, as he got skinny, Paul had absorbed the muscle size both of Carl and Chris. Now he was really huge. Finally, it was the time of Christopher, the biggest one; but, before the process could start, he managed to free himself thanks to strenght. -Suck it! You won't have my muscles!- shouted Christopher agrily. Then he approched the control system and gave a powerful punch to it. The draining machine looked broken. -No!- said Paul in the cabin. But the the machine wasn't broken. It had just gone haywire. You heard a robot voice saying: -Error! Error!-. Then you heard very loud noises and Paul felt a strange sensation. He was growing again. He hadn't forseen this; but it weren't their muscles which were growing. He was growing in height. -What's happening?- asked Paul. When he said this, he noticed his voice had changed. It was deeper and manlier. He was getting older. While he was growing taller and taller, some hairs started to grow on his chest, on his arms and forearms, on his legs and calves and around the pubis. His nipples got bigger and harder. His pale skin started to get darker, as if Paul were gradually getting tanned. Then he felt some hairs growing on his face. He was growing a beard. His brown beard became fast full, manly and perfect. Paul's eyes turned blue and acquired a very attractive shape. His brown hairbrows got thicker and inclined so that his gaze became very penetrating and self-assured. His hair raised upon his head and acquired a very sexy shape, hotter than any you can see in hairstyle magazines. His body structure changed, becoming bigger and perfectly proportioned. -Oh fuck, yeah! don't stop!"- shouted Paul with his new very manly voice. Also his character had changed, as he was getting self-assured and felt to be a real badass. This is why he was shouting in pleasure admiring his new body without shyness. He knew it: now he was the most handsome guy on the planet. No one on earth has been, is and will be as handsome as him. The process seemed to have come to an end. He looked at his muscular and perfect body. He was an adonis: each of his muscles was huge and ripped, he was very tall, his skin was tanned, he had body hairs (not too many), his brown beard was full and sexy, his face was manly and sexy (it was impossible to imagine a hotter face), his brown hair, piled upon his head, was unbelievably hot and his blue eyes, with his eyebrows, could make you have an orgasm instantly, as soon as you saw them. But the process hadn't ended. In fact, Paul was growing again; but neither his muscles were groing, nor he was growing in heigt. What was growing was his cock. He could fill it bulging in his undies. Carl and Chris were agitating again. Paul understood what was happening: he was draining their cock size. -Yeah, don't stop! Give me more! I wanna it to be huge! His cock was growing huge and got harder and harder every second. You cold his cock bulging in his undies, who could no more contain it. In fact they ripped and a perfectly proportioned moster cock came out of them. It was very long and very thick. It was a bit curved (it had a banana-shape). It was veiny (not too much) and had a very big glandis. While it was still growing, Paul touched it. It was very hard but also a little bouncy. He grabbed it with strenght (his grab might have broken a rock, but his cock was super-hard) and, while he felt it expanding in his big and not too hairy hand, Paul started masturbating. -Oh fuck! Yes, this is so fucking hot! Let's see how much I will able to cum!-. Suddenly Paul realized that also his hairy balls had grown. Now they were huge. He had absorbed also their size from Carl and Chris. -Yeah, I fucking love this!- said Paul with his sexy manly voice. While all this was happening, Christopher had done its best to free his two friends, but, since he had punched the control system, the bounds that attached Carl and Chris had got stronger and Christopher hadn't enough strenght. -Oh yeah! oh YEAH! I am gonna cum!- shouted Paul with pleasure and gave an unbelievable cumshot, that lasted at least two minutes without the ammount of cum diminishing. The cabin was full of cum. The cumshot was so powerful that it craked the glass of the cabin, that had been projected to be almost undestructible. It was enough for Paul to give a punch to the cabin to get out of it. In that moment the draining machine left Carl and Chris free. They were skinny, like Paul had been before, and their cocks were tiny. -Admire my body!- exclamed Paul that started flexing all his muscles and kissing his huge biceps. -I am huge and handsome! You are so skinny and ugly! Who are the loser nerds now? The three guys looked at him in all his magnificence and glory. It was very hard, almost impossible, to imagine someone as sexy as him: the size of his very ripped muscles and his beautiful cock, the perfect proporportion of his body structure, the unbelievable handsomeness of his face. -What are we going to do? Christopher, have you seen what he did to us?- shouted Carl and Chris. -Don't worry! I know what to do! I have an idea, but I think what I am going to do will be a bit disgusting! Christopher ran to the broken cabin as fast as he could and he started roll on Paul's sperm. -How disgusting!- said Christopher, who didn't appreciate it, expecially because he was straight. -What am I doing?- he asked himself; but he realized something was happening. His idea was working: Paul's sperm was making him grow. His muscles were growing in size and also his cock grew big, but it didn't make his underwear rip. The process was fast: Christopher's body absorbed all the sperm and he became as big as Paul. -Yeah, now I'm huge!- shouted Christopher. Then he said to Paul: -If you don't make my friends go back to how they were before, I will teach you a lesson you will never forgive, bastard, and I can't wait for it!-. Paul answered with a very aggressive and angry voice: -I will never do it! Now I am huge and hotter than hell and nobody is going to stop me. I am invincible and I will show you all my power!-. -Let's fight!- shouted Christopher. Then he ran towards Paul and tried to give him a punch with such a strenght that could have destroyed an iron wall, but Paul stopped his hand with a superhumanly strong grip. Anyway, Christopher could free himself from his grip and moved back a bit. -What? How could you free yourself from my super-powerful grasp? I am the strongest man on earth and I will show this to you!- Paul packed angrily a punch that was three times as strong as Christopher's one, but the latter could avoid it bending his massive body. The punch hit a wall of the lab that shattered. -Missed!- said Christopher. Now Paul was pissed off. An inhuman wrath pervaded his huge body making all muscle get tense and look even more pumped. -I will DESTROY you!!!- shouted Paul with all his voice. Then he jumped on Paul and they started to fight on the ground. In the meantime Carl and Chris were looking at those two muscular giants rolling on the ground and destroying whatever they hit with their enormous bodies. On Christopher's face there was an effort expression, while Paul's one looked unbelievably sexy as always. Paul was angry, but he was also smiling like a badass. Furthermore, he looked a bit aroused, unlike Paul, and Carl and Chris could not understand why. Suddenly, while he was going on fighting with Christopher, Paul happened to touch the latter's crotch and he felt an enjoyable sensation, as if powerful energy were flowing into his body, but it was a very slight one. Paul understood what he had to do. They thought that, if they could not come back to their size, they could kill Paul. So they actioned the pump by turning a handwheel. They were very weak, since all their strenght had been absorbed, but together they were strong enough, partially because it was not so hard to do it. Then they directet the pump to Paul's mouth, which was open while he was going on cumming with pleasure. The pump shot a big ammount of a violet liquid into Paul's mouth. The shot lasted long. Paul's mouth was filled with that liquid, that was flowing into his body. While Paul was drinking all that poison unwittingly, his belly started to inflate. The more he drank, the more his gut grew. When the pump had shot all the poison and Paul had drunk every drop of it, his gut was huge. -What the fuck have you done to me?!- shouted Paul. Christopher had just stood up after he had been thrown away by Paul. He understood straight away what his friends had done. -Yeah!- he shouted. -Now all this poison will kill you, bastard!-. -No!- shouted Paul. Suddenly, Paul started sweating. All his muscles were wet. -This must be that fucking poison!- said Paul. -Yes!- exclamed Christopher. All of a sudden, Paul saw his gut shrinking. He started to feel a very painful sensation. All his muscles were tense. While his gut was shrinking, his muscles started to grow. -Ahhh!- shouted Christopher like an animal, while he was growing to a titanic size. His big gut was converting into muscles. The more his gut shrank, the more Paul sweated and his muscles grew. When all that gut was converted into solid and ripped muscles, you could see Paul's amazing huge six packs under his titanic chest. -Yeah!- he shouted. -Very painful, but it was definetely worth it! Look at me: I am an unbelievably huge muscle freak!-. Carl, Chris and Christopher looked at Paul. It was impossible to stand the view of his immense hugeness. Instead of killing him, for some strange reason the poison had made Paul grow. -Yes! Now I am perfect. I am unbelievably huge: my cock and my muscles are enormous. My body and my face are the sexiest ever. My name won't be Paul any more. Now my name will be Max Hercules, the Adonis Beast. Tremble before me!- said Paul. Then he continued: -With this body I gotta fuck someone! I am thinking of you twinkies!-. In fact, Paul was gay, while Carl, Chris and Christopher were straight. They could not believe how someone so manly and muscular could be gay. There was nothing left to do for the tree guys but escape from that giant, whose libido was monstrous. Paul understood that the draining machine had given him the power to absorbe strenght from whoever he wanted by touching his cock. So, he could have been able to grow limitless. The end?

Wow! I just read through this story and my erection was full on throughout! I can tell you this is right up my alley, a man so muscular, so virile, so perfect that he can control the will of those around him by a mere look, by just being in their presence, he can turn straight men gay and lesbian women straight, if that's what he wanted to do. He is a superior being who knows he is better than anyone else on the planet and every day conquers more people, making them his own to do with what he pleases! Man, what an awesome, extremely hot story. I hope it's just the beginning!

Jeremiah awakens from his sleep and hears a knock on his apartment door. He looks down from his auburn-haired beefy chest to see if he is wearing his black boxers and luckily he is. He walks up to the door and peers through a crack to see who it is. He asks what the person wants and notices that they have a deep voice. He unlocks the door and opens it to see that it is his stepbrother. The man jumps into his arms as he is carried inside. He slams him down on the couch making the smaller guy laugh hysterically. Jeremiah tells him to calm down because he doesn’t need his neighbors to get the wrong impression. He stands over by his kitchenette since he is a little embarrassed that his stepbrother is there seeing him in his boxers. Brody smiles and says not to worry about it too much since he has seen half-naked guys before from his workout sessions. He informs his beefy brother that he needs to go see their father about the personal issue he is experiencing. He doesn’t want to get into it again with Brody, but he understands his brother’s concerns about his recent problems. ‘You know you can trust me Jere. I have a feeling you are not the only one with the ‘sudden lapses’ in time. I actually work out with a guy myself that has a similar problem.’ ‘Really? Does this guy talk about waking up in places he has never been to before because that is what happens with me?’ ‘Ummm…..well sort of yes. I have known him for several years, but he has sworn me to secrecy about our friendship. It is weird but I go along with it.’ ‘That is strange buddy. Are you sure you can trust him that much?’ ‘I think so, I know he is gay but I have showered with him before and nothing has happened. He isn’t exactly the type to pursue guys purely for sex or frankly anything of the sort.’ ‘Well okay, I just don’t want you to get into too much trouble then Brody.’ He tells Brody that he needs to get ready for the gym since he has woke him up a tad early, but that he can stick around for a bit if he wants. Brody admits that he had no idea how early it was and apologizes for the inconvenience. The nicely built brunette stands up to hug him tightly before Jeremiah picks him up to use him like a barbell. Brody makes a few nervous sounds before the beefy man puts him back down. ‘Why do you always do that to me Jere? You know that scares me a little bit.’ *the furry stud laughs* ‘Hehe because I know you hate it, but you know I love you bro. So why does our dad want to talk to me anyway?’ *goes to put his gym shorts on* Brody follows him into his room to sit in a chair not far from where Jeremiah is standing. The big man slides a tank on which hugs his hairy pecs quite well as his massive traps push it far enough up to expose his stomach which shows off his bottom two abs. Brody notices this and chuckles. ‘What? What are you looking at Brody? *looks down* Yeah I am aware that my abs are showing, but I love this tank, it feels like I am not wearing anything at all and I have to wear something or they will kick me out.’ ‘I know Jere, I have been told the same thing trust me. See my abs.’ *lifts shirt to flex his 8-pack* Jeremiah stares intensely at his stepbrother’s remarkable chest. The bottom part of each of his pecs have perfectly shaped nipples and are quite round. ‘Uhh wow Brody, it has been quite a while since I have seen your chest. You should go shirtless more often. You are telling me that this guy you work out with and take showers around does not harbor any feelings for you?’ Brody seems confused by this and appears to be thinking. ‘Well I don’t think he does. He has never said anything to me about it.’ ‘Buddy, you still haven’t told me what our dad wants to talk about.’ ‘Ohh yeah, I’m not sure. You know I don’t work there anymore so it could have something to do with the company. You will have to find out.’ ‘Alright, well I need to get going Brody. Want another hug?’ *puts arms out and smiles* ‘Hell no, I know what you would do. I will follow you out I guess.’ They both proceed out the apartment door and say goodbye to each other. Not long afterwards, Jeremiah is met by a neighbor who lives two doors down from him. This guy complains to him about the amount of noise that comes out of his apartment. Apparently the man could hear Jeremiah having sex with his boyfriend Glenn multiple times over a span of months because he keeps telling him this every time they talk. The conversation ends abruptly when Jeremiah tells him that he needs to get going. The man looks a bit annoyed but he can see that this is going nowhere and turns to go back inside his own apartment. As Jeremiah gets into the elevator, he hears someone from down the hall yelling at him to hold the doors open. He sticks his thick bulging calves out to keeps the doors from closing on him as a very thin man gets in with him and thanks him for his generosity. They start talking briefly as the elevator goes to the ground floor. The man seems a bit out of it. ‘You alright man, you seem out of sorts.’ The man looks up at Jeremiah and makes an odd face. ‘Ohh it is just this guy that lives on your floor won’t stop bugging me. He constantly wants to know what I am doing and likes to talk about his old football awards. I mean he is a decent guy and all, but I don’t really care all that much about what he did in his glory days.’ ‘Ohh I know who you are talking about. He is one of my neighbors. Bryan Amman. Yeah he bugs me a lot too, but mostly about my sex life.’ The man smiles a little as the elevator doors open. They walk through them and stop for a minute. ‘I notice you are dressed for the gym. Do you happen to work out at Universal down the street?’ ‘Why yes I do man, do you work out there?’ ‘I do actually, I was actually going there too, but Bryan wanted to have a chat here before I did. I live just down the street from here so I walked.’ ‘Well you could ride with me if you want, save you some gas.’ ‘Sure that sounds great. My name is Dale Figueroa by the way.’ ‘Mine is Jeremiah Hollis. Just follow me man.’ They reach the parking lot and get into Jeremiah’s car. As they strap their belts on, Dale turns his head to scan the big guy’s body slowly up and down. Jeremiah turns slightly and notices that he is being checked out by him and winks before bouncing his hairy pecs at him. ‘I see you like muscles man. Maybe I can give you a few pointers so you can get big like me.’ ‘That would be great Jeremiah. Sorry I am staring at your chest but it is so huge.’ The beefy stud smiles and starts to drive out the parking lot. Dale stares at the huge softball sized muscles sitting inside Jeremiah’s left arm. Knowing that he is getting stared at again, the beefy stud makes it jump a few times. Dale tries not to make it obvious that he likes what he sees but it is too late. He tries to hide the erection forming in his pants by placing his hands over top of it. Jeremiah continues to smile as he continues to look down the road and squeezes his biceps harder making the veins rise to the surface. He cocks his mouth to the side though and realizes that maybe he is not being fair to Dale. ‘Hehe I’m sorry man, I shouldn’t tease you like this since I am not your boyfriend or anything. We should be at the gym in just a few minutes.’ Dale can feel sweat starting to pour down his face and neck and goes to wipe it off with one of his hands. When he does, his cock is now quite visible in his shorts when he uncovers it. Jeremiah peeks over and makes a couple of moaning sounds but tries to hide the fact that he even saw it at all. Dale seems to be quite uncomfortable now and speaks. ‘Uhhh can you speed up a little bit Jeremiah, I am feeling a little sick to my stomach.’ ‘Ohh we should be there in a few minutes man, just hold on alright.’ Jeremiah speeds up a bit not knowing what Dale is going through and just wants to make sure the guy doesn’t throw up in his car or something. They manage to get there around the time Dale reaches down to grab his stomach. He pulls the passenger side door open in the gym parking lot and rushes over to the edge of where Jeremiah parked by the grass. The beefy driver sits there and looks over sort of dumbfounded as to why this perfectly calm man just became somewhat irrational. He opens his door and gets out slowly closing it before placing his huge arms on the top of the car. He watches Dale bend over facing the ground and let out a few groans. Then he decides to say something to him. ‘You alright man? Seriously, you were just fine a few minutes ago and now you are extremely sick for some reason. Should I call 911?’ ‘UHH NO! Don’t call anyone please Jeremiah. *puts his left arm out behind him to assure the big man that he will be okay* I just…..have to let this pass over okay. I get…..spells like this where my body just goes into spasms.’ Jeremiah seems confused by this and starts to walk towards the doors going into the gym, but not before he remembers to get his gym bag. He retrieves it from the backseat of his car and closes the door. When he goes over to shut the passenger side door, he hears Dale make a sound he hasn’t heard before. He turns and sees Dale standing up breathing heavily as strange sounds start coming from the man’s body. ‘Dale…..man you are freaking me out. I honestly don’t know what to…..’ Before he can get another word out, he watches the man’s back expanding as it stretches the shirt fabric to its limits. Dale stops groaning at this point and is instead very quiet. Jeremiah is in awe as he witnesses the man’s calves and legs growing in front of his eyes. Dale’s shorts are beginning to strain against his bigger ass as his glutes begin to stretch the seams to their limits. Jeremiah drops his gym bag and wonders what the hell is happening at this moment. He doesn’t say anything else and just continues to watch what is transpiring. He finally hears Dale make a few low grumbles before the back of his shirt shreds revealing thick back muscles that were nonexistent just a few minutes before. His shoes sound like rockets going off which scares the crap out of Jeremiah as he jumps backwards. The big man sees Dale’s growing feet make quick work of his socks too as they disintegrate. Dale’s huge shoulders and lats are tearing their way through the sides and top of his shirt as it quickly becomes tatters under the sheer size of the growing man’s upper body. Finally, Dale’s thick ass busts its way out the back taking out his underwear too. Jeremiah can hear him moaning now in a much deeper voice as several popping and swelling sounds are heard from the front. He can see the outline of Dale’s growing chest as he peers around from the side to see a nicely formed 8-pack protruding from the man’s abdomen. His growing pecs manage to rip the whole front of his shirt open before it falls to the ground. Dale reaches down and pulls his shorts off with just a few fingers as his big cock dangles between his legs. The remaining material from his underwear hangs lifeless from his midsection. The man’s arms begin popping loudly as Jeremiah’s pupils dilate watching both arms expand to nearly twice their size. The sounds and sights of swelling muscle makes the beefy stud lick his lips. After a few seconds, the man reaches down to give his cock a couple of tugs making it shoot a couple of clear streams of precum into the grass. Jeremiah feels his own cock jumping and leaking in his shorts as he reaches down to adjust it. The man finally turns around and smiles at him. He walks towards Jeremiah which makes the big man fall over in front of the gym doors. Surprisingly, no one from inside the gym comes out to check on them. When Dale finally does catch up to him, his cock relaxes a bit from the shock. ‘Hi there Jeremiah, I just wanted to personally thank you for driving me here. Of course I wasn’t planning on showing this side of myself out here in the open, but this will do I guess.’ The big man is not sure exactly what he means by this and tries to get up from the sidewalk. ‘Uhh what are you talking about Dale? I mean…..you look a lot different now. Your body is…..amazing and all but what the hell happened to you.’ ‘Well for one thing, I am not Dale I am Dalton. I would like to say that I am his sexier side. Anyway, I think I need some new clothes if I am going to go workout. Do you have anything I can wear in that bag of yours?’ *winks* Jeremiah grabs his gym bag and unzips it quickly to rummage through it. Dalton leans down and helps him. He finds a black jock strap and puts it on. Amazingly it fits his new frame as he stuffs his semi-erect cock inside the pouch. He is handed one of the hairy stud’s cutout tank tops and compression shorts. He slides the shorts on and pulls the tank over his head as it just floats in the wind barely hiding anything on his upper body. Jeremiah is still in absolute awe as to what he has just witnessed. He gets helped up by Dalton who puts his hand on the hairy man’s shoulder as they turn to walk inside the front door of the gym. After signing in at the front desk, Dalton turns to speak to Jeremiah. ‘I promise I will return these to you sometime soon buddy. I really need to start buying my gym gear before I let Dale take over again.’ ‘Uhh whatever man, you should probably keep those since I still have a few here myself. Besides it all seems to fit you well.’ The hairy man can’t help but to stare at Dalton’s granite glutes hugging his shorts. Even his crotch looks impressive in them. Several guys start looking at them from various areas of the gym which doesn’t go unnoticed from Dalton’s perspective. ‘Hmph, well I better get started then man. You should seriously join me after my workout tonight so we can get to know each other a little better. My boyfriend and I are in an open relationship so we don’t mind seeing other guys.’ Jeremiah seems a bit conflicted as to what he should say next. ‘Ummm well I have a boyfriend too but we are not open to seeing other guys at this point. I guess it can be beneficial to do that, but we are not ready at this time.’ ‘That is cool. I won’t hold you up then Jeremiah, thanks again for transporting me here.’ He puts his big hand out to shake the hairy stud’s which leads to a big bearhug. This surprises Jeremiah to the point that he nearly punches Dalton in the gut. The smooth muscleman laughs a little before rubbing the hairy stud’s back and shoulders slowly. Jeremiah tries to stop him and puts a little bit of distance between him and the smooth stud. ‘Okay okay enough man. You are making me really nervous. I will talk to you later.’ Dalton lets go and turns to walk over and start working out on the leg machines while Jeremiah moves over to the furthest area of the gym. He sits beside one of his close workout buddies Roman so they can start their routine. He doesn’t say a word to him about what transpired just a few minutes before. The cute dark-haired but well-built Israeli man shakes his head in disbelief. ‘About time you got here J, you are probably about thirty minutes late.’ ‘Yeah well I had to bring someone here with me. He is a weird one for sure, but we made it.’ ‘Hehe I won’t ask then, let’s get this show rolling along since I have already worked my arms over really good.’ He flexes his thick veiny cannons at Jeremiah which prompts the hairy stud to shove him lightly. ‘Well shit! I guess I will have to just catch up to you then. I’ll show you what a real man’s arms look like here in a little bit.’ The two studs continue cracking jokes at each other as the morning rolls on inside the gym. The place is bustling with sweaty bodies as they hope to capitalize on their hard work completely unaware of what happened in the parking lot just a few minutes beforehand.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 6 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Part 5: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2420-wet-dreams-may-come-part-5/ Morning. Devon reached that part of waking up where one still has their eyes closed but can hear and feel everything around him and mentally see all that should be there. Holding his breath he kept his eyes shut for fear that again when he opened them, his visitor from last night would not be there. But he knew the visitor remained. He could tell via his senses he was. He was lower from up off the floor than what he should be, so it meant his bed was indeed still broken. The mattess he was lying upon had a definite slant to it because of the sheer size and weight of the visitor sleeping beside him. He had no fear of rolling off the tilted mattress for he was leaning against the visitor and the visitor felt like a wall of the house. Opening his eyes, Devon still nearly let out a yelp of awe and wonder, as well as nearly cumming on the spot, for there was the fey...the fairy man, now man, now hulking man, lying right there beside him in all his glory. Glancing at one arm that lay across him, he saw how the forearm ocassionally bunch and twitch with huge bulbous muscles as the man moved every so slightly due to dreams. The muscle fibers twitching and bunching, causing the rivers of vessels to writhe and move, dance as if they were alive like slithering snakes. Devon's eyes followed this tube up up up as they travelled over the forearm and up over the biceps. Devon couldn't believe the size of that bicep. So full, so round, so peaked and swollen, it did indeed rise like Mount Everest in his vision. He was sure it was bigger than his head, come to think of it, it might be bigger than most men's heads, including his ex-lover Dafydd who stood seven and half feet tall! Devon's eyes then shifted to the chest and abs he was cuddling next to, their rise and fall, crevices and valleys. Devon reached over and placed a hand upon the pulsing, plumped pectorals of this giant man. Running his hand over the broad shelf and through the thick hair, Devon wondered and worried if he might not lose his hand in the great valley that existed between the two plates of mighty muscle. If the man twitched and twitched to quickly, Devon's hand, no his whole arm might get crushed and broken between the gargantuan granite slabs of strength. Looking past the chest and down to the man's abdominal muscles, despite the thick and feather hair covering them, Devon could see each and every single brick of the man's obliques and abs. The bulge of each brick, the definition of each crevice between. Letting his hand glide down, it truely felt like he was running it across a section of cobblestone road that had nice soft grass growing between the bricks. Devon smiled thinking of how he once descibed Parker's abs and small love trail, when he didn't shave his body hair, as, "Pecker Lane" sung to the tune of the Beetles, "Penny Lane." But this man's lane was better. In fact Devon sat wondering. He saw forms of all his past lovers enter the fey's body, but he seemed a bit bigger, better, larger developed than what they had. It's as if the combination of all of them coming together: the hyper muscularity, hyper height, hyper bone density, hyper penis and testicle size, and hyper hairiness, somehow influenced one another, increasing their already maximum potential. "Bloody hell," thought Devon, "How in the world are we going to explain this man? If he's taller than Dafydd and bigger built than Parker, he's going to be to huge to miss. He won't blend into any kind of crowd what-so-ever." "Hmmmmmmmmm" A slight pleasurable moan escaped the man's lips. Devon had been absentmindedly continuing his rubbing and stroking of the man's great pectorals and abs, and this in turn, especially since it was early morning, was now causing a growing problem. The great tube of meat that hung between the man's legs began to lurch and swell, reach and thicken, increase berth and girth becoming almost ridiculously huge. "Oh...oooohh hmmmmm" Devon backed up off the bed, as the man was beginning to wake up. His moans of pleasure began to turn into cries of dispair as his hands grabbed the mighty thing rising between his legs and he looked down upon its presence. "Ah! Ahhhh! What is happening? What is this?" Devon almost couldn't respond. So long and thick this man's prick was rising in its erection. He was certain he out did the length and girth of Cristobàl's cock by a bit. The man's cries however snapped Devon to attention and he hurriedly albeit calmly tried to calm the behemoth down. "It's... it's ok... it's alright. It's a natural thing..." "This is natural? I'm becoming stiff in my... my... what is this? Is this an odd third leg?!" Devon nearly laughed as compared to most men, the size of this man's schlong could definitely be comparable to having a third leg. "No... that is your penis." The man having stood up, tried to back up as if he could detach himself from the penis and leave it behind. Standing so tall that his head touched the ceiling, Devon had to call out to the man to stop and stand still, for he was heading for the center of the room which meant his head would crash into the ceiling fan and light. Devon was pretty sure, given the thickness and solidness of the man's neck, his neck wouldn't give and the ceiling fan blades would and be destroyed. "Calm down... first know that I am you friend. You've appeared in my apartment, my home, and I will do what I can to take care of you. Second, that is your penis. It isn't another leg. It is part of the male reproductive organs. With most men, they usually experience what we call an erection early in hours of the morning." "And what does this erection do? Can I get rid of it?" "The erection is a show of a state of sexual arousal. It is the condition we acheive before we become so aroused we...uhm...ejaculate....or er.....shoot...shoot off our semen or sperm, that which would cause a pregnancy if coupled with a woman and her sexual organs. And you can get rid of that condition either by stroking your penis until such time as you shoot, or by not thinking about it. It will go away." "So it is not permenant?" "No, it is not a permenant condition, but it is a natural process of our bodies so it isn't anything to worry about." "Why.... why is mine so large? Yours doesn't seem to stick out as far from your body as mine does on mine." Devon now blushed realizing he had absent mindedly peeled his clothing off when asleep last night. "Well... some men are built differently than others. Some men are taller, some are broader, some very thin, while others are very thick, and some have a very large penis while others have...have a small one." "You look...very small to me... in every way... am I man of great size and stature?" "You... you are a man of exceedingly great size and stature. But look, uhmm first... let's just calm down and see if can figure out what is going on... you've come into my apartment, but I don't know you. You seem to posses magical qualities when men do not have. So, if you can, why don't you sit down... NO! not... not in that... It's ok! It's alright, you've done nothing wrong, it's just that isn't a very sturdy chair and it may not support a man of your size. I don't want you to get hurt. Just come back over here, and sit down on the bed.... yes, there we go.... And let's start with something simple and basic. What is your name?" The man thought for a moment and then had an expression of fear wash over his face. "I don't think I can say. What time of day is it?" and he began to look around frantically. "It's morning. Just after sunrise." "Alright...I think I can say my name. It shall not cause any problems perhaps, all fey have gone to bed." "All fey have gone to bed?" "Yes...all of my sisters and brothers and cousins, I am of the fey. Modernly you call us fairies." "And you can't say your name if they are awake?" "No... it would draw them here and they would change me back and take me away back to the fairy circles and mounds." "And you don't want that?" "No! I... I don't want to be a fey. I am a prince you see....a child of Oberon, King of the Fairies. I want to live my life away from ruling the fairy kingdom. Away from doing things all magical and easily. I want to work, to craft, to build and invent things, like you humans do. Yes... yes... my mind is coming back to me. I was running away from some soldiers of the court a number of days ago. My father in a drunken stoopor had decided most of the children born before me were not worthy to take on the mantel of monarch to the fey. He proclaimed me to be next in line as heir. I didn't want this... I couldn't be human, but I could live a life I wanted, living in the company of gnomes. They like to build and craft and create and celebrate. It would be as close as I could have to making my wish come true. "But then I was out watching the sacred circle, one of the few tasks I did do as a member of the royal family, and that's when I saw you. I saw you...felt you... heard your calling, your longing, for a companion, and with that had a chance to make my dreams come true. But my father had found out about my living amongst the gnomes and wouldn't hear of it. He had sent the soldiers to come get me and drag me in front of a fey court to decide if I should be punished and then make sure I was restarted on education and training for my royal lineage. When I saw you and heard your wish, I knew I could possibly make it come true. I couldn't make another man fall in love with you. I couldn't create a man out of nothing to be your lover. But I could take your inner most desires and have that shape my body into it and become, at least physically, the man of your dreams. Even if it didn't work out for both of us, I could become human and fulfill my dream this way, even though I could not wish it for myself." "So your physical form is based upon my inner most desires?" "Yes, and....I must say..." and the man flexed his bicep and forearm. "You dream big." "Well, you apparently took the forms from my past lovers. They were all men of considerable size in one form or another. But, how will you be able to stay human?" "I must keep this form for a week and I must somehow, without magical means develope the trappings of a human being. Make proof that I am an existing human." "And if you don't have this within a week or are discovered before the week is up?" "Father will have found me by then and I shall be returned to my fey form and taken home." Devon did a quick walk around the apartment looking out along all the window sills and doorways. "We are in the heart of the city. If your family comes here looking for you, can they stay here during the day?" "No...they must return to their hill or set up one around here." "Alright, I don't see any...what we call fireflies or lightning bugs, so I don't think any of your kind are here around the apartment. Let's start with your name. Tell me what your name is and maybe from that we can come up with a human name to call you by. That will give you at least one human trapping as you say, yes?" The large man smiled brightly. "Yes. But what is yours? I can read your wishes, but not so much your mind." "Mine is Devon." "Well Devon, you are a good man indeed. I am glad I tried to help you out with your wish, if it doesn't turn out to work for you." Devon smiled at the behemoth. "Let's try and get you settled in as a human first... then we'll see how we do together. What is your fey name?" "It is Draig Coedwig." "Draig... draig....Welsh...Welsh language isn't it? That stands for dragon, I believe." "Dragon?" "Uhm....large serpant, snake, or lizard like creature that usually can breathe fire." "Yes! That is what Draig means." "Welsh is similar to Gaelic. That would be spelled D..r...a...i...g... but it's a hard sounding g, almost more like a 'k', similar to the Gaelic spelling of Patrick, P....a...d...r..a...i...g... So that would be similar to modern.... Drake. How about Drake as a first name. It's not too far off from pronounciation, but is spelled differently, but that way you won't have to adjust too much in to what you answer." "Drake sounds good, but might be too similar." "Well we can take care of that with your last name. You said your name was Draig Coedwig. What does Coedwig mean?" "It means a vast area of trees." "Like the woods?" "Larger." "A Forest?" "Yes... a deep Forest." "Then let us take that for your last name. How does Drake Forest sound to you?" And the large man smiled. "It sounds good... it doesn't seem to set off the fairy magic, so I guess it is different enough." "Ok... we have a name that's a start. We'll need to figure out your birthday, birth place, and then...figure out how to create a birth certificate for you. With that we can get you a driver's license and other items such as a job, bank account, that should get you sufficently trapped in the human world. But first...first we need to get you some clothes and that may take more time that a week." "More time than a week?" "Drake, you are a big man. In fact medically speaking they would classify you as a giant. They don't just make clothes in your size. They need to be custom ordered and made. In fact given both your height and your extreme muscular build, it will really take them a while to custom make your clothes, for your proportions just don't exist in the fashion world." "Why do you dream of a man with this size and build if he is so hard to care for?" "It's not that I really dream about him, it more of what you call a fantasy. The people you developed this build off of were five different men. Not one of them contained all of the attributes you do, and even then you somehow enhanced them slightly larger and bigger than what they have. It won't be impossible for you to live in our world as is, but it will be a bit difficult. As much as I'd love to have my fantasy come to life, it could put your dream in jeopardy. Can you make yourself smaller?" "Alas...I can not. I could only use the plans, the deisres, in your heart to alter the human part of me." "Well then, I better get the sewing kit and measure you so we know big to order things...." And with that Devon backed Drake against the wall and began to measure him.... Height - 8 feet tall. Neck: 31 and one quarter inches Shoulder Circumfrence: 133 inches Chest: 119 and one quarter inches Upper Arm: 41 inches Lower Arm: 34 inches Abs: 49 inches Waist: 43 and half inches Thigh: 48 inches Calve: 37 inches Foot & Shoe size: 19 inches long for size US men's 35, or 34 in the UK, and at almost seven and three quarters inches wide, the shoes would aslo be a triple E. Not sure where on earth he could take Drake to get weighed, he called up several macros fetish and medical sites on the internet to use the measurements he'd just taken to get an estimate on weight. The result was that Drake was around 945 pounds or 67.5 stone. Devon sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "You have grown into one of the biggest men on the planet, in the whole history of humanity. It is going to take a while for those clothes to be made. I'm sorry, Drake. Not much we can do until they arrive." "Well I may as well enjoy the week I have then, if we can not get me my trappings. Tell me, more of how you take care of the penis. While you were looking into that magical box, I was trying to forget it by practicing walking around, but my legs are so big I must walk funny by kicking my legs sideways, yet even doing that, they are so big they are pushing this little sack up forward and out and they rub it greatly which is causing me many good feelings. Feelings which cause my penis to stiffen and harden again." Devon turned to find that Drake was indeed hard again, and it could not help but be noticed. Giving in to temptation, Devon grabbed the tape measure and ran it along the top of Drake's massive rod from base to tip of head. ... .... ..... It was a massive twenty-two inches long and as thick as most average men's arms were. "Are human females invisible?" "No, why?" "Well, I am dripping from out the end of my penis. They must be present doing something to accept my manly seed." "No...we can stimulate ourselves to the point of shooting, ejaculating, our sperm by ourselves. Not being used to it, the rubbing your thighs are doing against your balls must be making you very aroused. You should stroke your penis, in the bathroom, and once you release or shoot your sperm, your penis will calm down for a while." "Do you have problems with your thighs rubbing your...did you say balls, or are they testicles?" "Balls is a shorter slang word for testicles, and uhm, no... my thighs aren't thick enough to rub them." "Then there must be invisible females around, for you are leaking seeds too." Devon glanced down at his cock and looked back up embarassed at Drake. "You remember you hearing my wish... my wish that I wanted to find my man, the right man for me?" "Yes... well, some of us humans aren't like others. We are not sexually aroused by the opposite gender. I am like that. Females do not turn me on, men do. Large men do. Uhm...very large men do." "Ah, yes... there are many animals in nature that take on the same gender as a mate, it is quite natural as all others. So...am I a large man?" "No...." "Am I a very large man?" "No...." "Then what am I?" "You are an exceptionally large, giant of a man." "And do you like exceptionally large, giant of man?" "Uhmmm..." But Devon couldn't deny, for his cock rose up as high and as hard as it could right there in front of Drake. "Yes...." "Would you like to help me take care of my penis problem?" Devon didn't have to be asked twice. He latched onto this great fleshy bar and began to suck and lick at the head. Drake backed up feeling the sensation of Devon's sucking of mouth and flicking of tongue run up his freakish rod, across his balls, up his abs, into his chest, and into his bottom lip. Devon had fun some fun, at one point grabbing a hold of Drake's penis and nearly doing pull ups on it, flipping over and straddling it to see and feel what it felt like to have a third leg for a pecker, seeing how many fingers he could stick into the massive piss slit to rub the inside of the head and shaft, besides licking and sucking on the head as if it were some kind of giant gobstopper. It took much quicker time than Devon thought it would, but then again, Drake was not used to any kind of sexual activity, especially being given a blow job. Backing up until he hit a wall, Drake moaned and screamed, suddenly throwing his hands down and back at his sides. His open palms slammed against the wall, but his finger tips curled in as if to claw or grab, suddenly there was two holes in the wall and Drake stood there with plaster power in his hands. He was quivering and convulsing as Devon looked up to see him shoot a load above and over his head. Devon has released his mouth grip on Drake's prick to take in a gulp of air, when Drake released his load and came. The stream of spoo shot over Devon's head, through the air, across the bedroom and landed right upon the clothes Devon had worn last night. Suddenly there was a bit of a sparkling flash and there appeared a much larger mound of fabric than had been there before. Devon looked up at Drakes cock head and seeing nothing else came out, pondered this one shot wonder. Letting go of Drake's schlong, Devon walked over to the pile of clothes. Picking them up, he noticed they looked much more volumous than they had before, and there wasn't any scent or spot of cum upon them. He held up the shirt and noticed it was now several sizes to big for him. In fact it was now so large a six foot tall runway model could wear the thing and belt it as a dress. "I think the problem of your clothes, at least one pair of shirt and pants, is now solved, Drake."

-Sixth part (also this part was a bit difficult to write for me. I hope you enjoy): With his hand Paul grabbed Christopher's cock. -What the fuck are you doing?!- asked Christopher, who was going on fighting. -You will see it soon!- answered Paul. Christopher started to feel weaker and weaker. -What's happening?!- he said. Paul felt energy flowing into his body from Christopher's cock. His muscles were growing again. -Oh fuck yes! I want this! I NEED this!- shouted Paul. -No!- said Christopher, who was trying to push Paul away. But he couldn't: there was a powerful force that mantained his body on Paul's one and he could not free himself. -More! I want MORE!- shouted Paul. He could feel his chest, his arms, his legs growing bigger. His abs were growing bigger. His muscles were getting harder and harder, while Christopher was shrinking in size. While he was shrinking, he could feel Paul's body expanding under him. Paul was packing on muscles after muscles, which were adding to his already huge muscular frame. Paul's nipple got even bigger and harder. His muscles got veiny (not too much) and this made them look even sexier. Now Christopher had come back to his previous size, but the process hadn't ended. -Yeah, I am taking also what you had before!- shouted Paul, who was now unbelievably huge. -No!!!- said Christopher. All his muscle size was absorbed by Paul quite fast. Now Christopher was skinny, lying on Paul's monstruos body. -Wait a bit!- said Paul. -You have not given me everything!-. In fact, Christopher's cock was still huge. -No, please, don't do this!- said Christopher. -Forgive it! I'm greedy of meat! I want MORE!- shouted Paul. Paul's monster cock started to grow even bigger and so did his balls, while Christopher's crotch was shrinking, until it beccare tiny. -Yes, the power! I can feel it!- shouted Paul, who stood up throwing Christopher's tiny body away, as if it were a paper sheet. Paul was feeling a lot of pleasure. He could not resist his unbelievably hot sensation. -Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm gonna cum!- he shouted. And he gave a cumshot, that looked like a tsunami While all this was happening, Carl and Chris had found a pump in the lab. There was written "Danger: powerful poison" on it. They looked at Paul, who was going on cumming, and had an idea to avenge themselves and his friend. To be continued...

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 5 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2419-wet-dreams-may-come-part-4/ Somehow Devon had managed to drag himself in slightly early this day, which he thought was a good thing. He really didn't want to confront anyone if it could be helped. However that wish was not to be his today. Soon he could feel the presence of several people standing behind him as he sat at his desk. Suddenly there was someone squatting next to him. "You see what I was telling you, sir." "My god, Wiltshire, you look like death warmed over!" Devon turned his head and Mr. Coalfax became startled and did a knee jerk reaction flinching backwards. "Devon!....." "I'm sorry, sir. I know I look a little rough." "A little rough?!? I've seen thousand year old mummies at the British Museum that look better than you right now! Your eyes are so sunken in, and they've got more bags underneath them than the ceiling of Heathrow Airport! What is wrong with you, man?" "I'm not sure.... not been able to get a good night's sleep the last four nights, sir." "Van der Voss, take him into my office, as quietly as possible." "Yes, sir." Charles came up behind Devon, trying to whisper words of comfort to him as he helped escort and nearly carry Devon into Mr. Coalfax's office. After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Coalfax came in with a bottle in his hand that he was shaking vigorously. He sat it down in front of Devon. "Here, you look like you could use a pick me up. This is a sports drink made for a workout. I'm no doctor and I can't guarentee that it'll help you but...bloody hell, Devon. You need some help! You look worse than the day after you came back from holiday, that was supposed to breath some fresh air into you. Now, you look like you're on death's door. Now look... I know you like to work, you do a damn fine job, sometimes too good of job, that's why I don't want to lose you, and the world doesn't need to lose a fine example of a man like you too soon, neither. "You've already done a week's worth of work, so I'm going to give you a personal order from me to you. Go home. Go home, try and get a nap first. At around one or two in the afternoon if no nap has come, go see a doctor. Between that hip injury the other day and lack of sleep you'll put yourself in an early grave, if you don't get some kind of medical attention. And I won't take no for an answer on this. You sneak home at lunch. I'll punch your card for today and tomorrow, so you still get paid. See a doctor, and show me the receipts for the visit on Monday and tell me what he said. We'll see if we can work an emergency medical leave for you then if that is needed. Alright?" "Yes, sir." Devon left at lunch, stopping by the hospital on his way home. He didn't hardly need to do a thing; they thought he looked bad, too. After every test showing negative, a doctor gave him a perscription for some sleeping pills and declared his condition to be exhaustion due to lack of sleep. He was scheduled for other studies later to hopefully discover what the cause was for his lack of sleep, but Devon knew exactly what it was -his very own home. Arriving home late in the afternoon, Devon was so exhausted, he didn't care about eating, taking a shower, or changing out of his clothes. He didn't even care about his bedroom. He pop two sleeping pills in his mouth, stuck his head under the kitchen sink faucet and swallowed the pills down after sucking water from the tap. He then fumbled his way to the living room, after grabbing a blanket in the hall closet. He crawled onto the couch, pulled the covers over his body and that was all he remembers. He fell deep alseep fast. ******************************************************************* It was around ten or ten-thirty in the evening when he woke up. There was a large clap of thunder and several flashes of lightning happening. Devon thought this odd as he didn't remember the weather forcast calling for rain tonight. Squinting through the darkness, he thought he might fumble his way to his actual bed in his bedroom, when his eyes caught a flicker of light that was too small to be the ligthning. Something that was the size of the lightning bugs came flitting to and fro from around the hall and flew right on up to his face. Devon leapt back on to the couch. The bug had a face - a humanesque face! The little insect flew up again to Devon's eyes and he stared hard at it this time, forcing himself not to blink. It was a little man.... it was a male fairy. He was shirtless, with a little flower cap on his head, and a pair of brown pants made from...from... something. He had a pained expression on his face and his arms were clutching his stomach. It looked as if he was trying to say something to Devon, but just couldn't make his voice loud enough. Flitting back a bit from Devon to the center of the living room, the little fairy seemed to be losing his glow, as if he were running out of magical power. The glow was bright, then faded, bright, then faded again. The wind outside whipped up harder and stronger, it howled something fierce. In the accompanying flashes of lightning it seemed there was a visual trick being played. The little fairy suddenly blew up in size, like an enlarged copy from a copy machine. Then he went back to his tiny size. Insect size, bird size, insect size, bird size, cat size, bird size, cat size, dog size, cat size, dog size, child size, dog size, child size, teenager size, child size, teenager size. Devon pushed himself into the back of his couch as hard as he could, watching this flashing display of size, and then wondering what was before him as he saw the adolescent sized young man standing before him in his living room. It was like seeing a brownie version of Peter Pan: a slightly tall, thin, spritely young man in pair of earth brown pants and shoes, with a hat made out of a flower on his head covered with bushy, wind-swept hair. He was cute looking sprite, but Devon wasn't sure at all what to think or make of this. But then suddenly there was a ghostly form walking towards the fey - the form of Adam! He walked around the now gigantic, for a fairy, fey and then began to hover and swirl round and round him until he disipated and the fey began to glow a bit. Devon studied him during this bit and then his eyes began to widen in surprise and shock. The feys frame began to broaden a bit, his jawline got a little squarer, fuller, his arms and legs and neck and chest all got a little thicker, but not with muscle or fat. No, the fey's bones were thickening, becoming denser, stronger. He was developing the same kind of bone structure and build that Adam had, but that wouldn't stay the same for long. Devon nearly yelped as another misty looking figure entered the room and began to circle, then swirl around the fey. This time it was Dafydd. When the flash was done and the mistly form of Dafydd was gone, the fey began to rise up higher and higher, but he wasn't flying this time. No his feet were firmly planted on the floor and they were beginning to bust his shoes in every direction. Devon stared down at the floor when he began to hear the rips and tears of the fairy-man's shoes and he watched the fey's feet come bursting out of the footwear and spread across the floor further and wider, farther and thicker, growing and growing to fill up half a tile, a full tile, a tile and half, possibly more. Then the pants hem began to rise up and up and up, the hat began to shrink on top of the fey's rising head, as the fey began to grow taller and taller and taller.... four foot, five foot, six foot, seven foot, seven one, seven two, seven three.... But as Devon sat in awe wondering if the fey was going to actually match Dafydd in height, another mist figure came lumbering into the room, did it's dance and flash and became one with the giant creature in the center of the living room. It was the form of Parker. The man-fey's body began to stand up straighter, his back flare out broader, his legs began to form a much wider and wider stance. Rising up on the balls of his feet, he began to exercise his calves that were blowing up like balloons into two huge, pulsing balls, diamonds, hearts, so thick with power and strength. Then cables seemed to fly out from those calves attaching to the back of the thighs, becoming taught, tight, full, and very chord like. This in turn cause the back of his thighs to bulge and swell out. The man-fey began to moan and cry, his voice getting deeper and richer as he continue to grow taller and broader. Finally the man's thighs began to blow up in the front froming more and more fully swollen tear drop shapes that caused what was left of his pants to become form fitting, painted on, stretched see through fibers, finally snapping here and there and just bursting apart, shattering, if one could say fabric does that. Once done with the legs of the pants, his butt began to bubble out and firm up more and more, fuller and thicker, rounder and higher, until the whole back ripped to shreds and the only part left of the man's pants was his crotch. But Devon didn't stare at the man's crotch to see what it would do. He was far to busy watching the man bed and twist at the waist, as if he were doing crunches while standing up. Yet as he did so his obliques and abdomen muscles just suddenly popped into crystal clear view, making a rolling popping sound like somone driving a tire over a sheet of bubble wrap. The more he bent, the more defined his waist and abs became. Eventually the twisting and turning became nothing more than bending forward and backwards as the mans lats, back, shoulders, and traps began to morph and grow, swell and rise, broaden and thicken. Lurch forward - bend backward: there was some sides to grab a hold of. Forward-backward: there was most definitely the start of a good V shape. CRUNCH! BEND BACK! Now there was some kind of monstrous V shape going on. LURCH! BEND! No it was W shape. FORWARD AND BACK- it was a thick monstrous bracket shape that defied normal human form. Suddenly the man stumbled back a little bit as he stood up as if trying to throw out his chest and he began to breath deeply...deeper...Deeper.... DEEEEEEEPER..... huuuuu-hoooooo his chest filled out a bit. huuuuuu-hooooooo his chest filled out more and his nips appeared to hang slightly lower. huuuuuu-hooooooo two cresents began to appear above his abs. huuuuuuu-hooooooo the upper parts of the pectorals joined in swelling with the rest of the chest and now there was two decent sized platters upon the man's torso. huuuuuuuu-hooooooo the chest inflated even more become large serving sized platters one could place whole sides of beef upon. huuuuuu-hooooooo The man's chest spread out wider, barreled out further, his nipples moved down further. huuuuuuu-hooooooooo the nipples moved to point downward now, growing in size and length, becoming full and hard, the man's pecs looking like two enormous stuffed pillows, albeit firm memory mattress core ones. huuuuu-hoooooo individual striations appeared, veins began to run criss-cross across two massive globes. Now the man's arms began to shake and quiver as he brought them up and began to flex them, left, right, together, left-right-together. The forearms bunched and squirmed, inflated and grew, begining to look like two large pillow cases full of snakes writhing round and round as they became so incredibly full and dense. The man's triceps began to fill out and hang, longer, larger, thicker, fuller, obtaining the horseshoe shape, pressing into the lats shoving in a battle for room. While up on the top part the upper arm began to swell and grow, the biceps inflating to a hand ball....flex....a base ball....flex....a soft ball....flex....a football....flex....a soccer ball....flex....a bowling ball.....flex.... a bowling ball with a split top....flex...a mountainous double peaked bicep that threatened to rise to high it would collect snow! And as the man's neck began to swell and thicken, grow and widen, then next of the foggy apparitions came in and swirled around him. This time it was Cristobal. The man suddenly stood there glassy-eyed with a slight smirk upon his face, his head snapped back and his eyes rolled back in his head. He began a long, slow, drawn out moan, and as it began his cock began to throb, bob, and suddenly ooze out more and more and more from the man's crotch. His balls began to inflate too, increasing in their size: walnuts, eggs, apples, grapefruits. As they got larger his body grew slightly larger too even thicker in muscularity, slightly taller in height, and his cock snaked out just that much more, making it look like the man had an actual hose attached to his groin. Then there was another flash as the ghostly form of George came round and became one with the man. As Devon watched the man's face began to get squarer, more firm, a man's jaw line. His hair on his head got thicker and thicker, his eyebrows got thick, but not overly so, his face developed a good days of stubble. He still had much of his angelic, near child-like features he had as a fairy, but there were no combined with the features of full adult, manly male. He was facially of the stuff models were made. From the five o'clock shadow on his cheeks, jaw, and chin, his hair made its way down and feathered in thick and rich all over his chest, down his abs, across his arms about midway down his upper arm and down over the top of his hands. Over his groin out across his thighs, over the knees and down the shins, calves, and feathering out to nothing just over the top of his feet. The hair on the top of this man's head came in thicker and fuller than Devon had even seen on anyone. It was a rich chestnut brown with highlights of blond streaked here and there, and it cascaded down to his shoulders. Suddenly the man's cock became fully erect and Devon nearly both crapped his pants and came full force from his cock seeing the size the man's monster python reached. But the man paid no notice to Devon and just suddenly ejaculated there on the spot without even touching his prick. One volley, two volley, three volley, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five volleys. Cum was everywhere soaking the carpet, spreading across the tiled floors... The man kind of came to, and began to walk forward a bit, stumbling, fumbling as if he weren't used to walking on legs, let alone ones as large and developed as there were so that he had to walk with a side kick step. Devon seeing where he was head, straight for the cum puddle on the tiled floor, got up and tried to push and divert him over and around. There was much stumbling and buming, ramming and jamming, a broken wall piece here, a dent of a door frame top there, but somehow Devon got the man stuffed into his bedroom. The man basically tripped into the bed - the mattress survived, the spings and the frame were broken all to hell. The man extended well beyond the mattress, but he didn't seem to care. Devon grabbed several blankets and tried to cover the man up. In return the man grabbed Devon, pulled him effortlessly close to him, where on he very groggily smiled and said, "Thank you." Then his arms collapsed, he drifted into deep slumber, and poor Devon looked around and figured what the hell. He pulled a blanket in close to him and then snuggled up to the man's chest and abs, drifting back to sleep.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 4 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2407-wet-dreams-may-come-part-3/ Having just been accosted by yet another dream, Devon sat down in a living room chair while a local Druid, James Whitehart began to pull all manner of things out of a small bag. He hung some bells from the ceiling, he placed a small post in the middle of the living room, he pulled the coffee table near that and placed upon it a chalice, a knife, and an incense burner from his bag. Using a string tied to the post he began to make a circle around the living room sprinkling salt behind him. Once the circle was made he pulled out a compass and made straight for the east placing a yellow candle and incense there. The he moved to the south, west, and north, placing there a red candle and votive candle, blue candle and a bowl of water, and a green candle and a large quartz crystal respectively. Once that was done he proceed to pull out a bottle of wine and pour some into the chalice and sat before the coffee table, now serving as a make shift altar. He held the goblet aloft. "We all come from the Goddess...and to her we shall return....like a drop of rain...flowing to the ocean..." He repeated this chant several times as if singing a round. He then held up the knife and began to chant again. "Holly and Oak...Holly and Oak. Your seasonal powers we now envoke. Life and Death. Life and Death. Lend us your wisdom, upon our breath." He then dipped the knife into the chalice and performed more parts of ritual, including slicing a line through the air in the East. He then grabbed the bells and proceeded to ring them loudly throughout every corner of the house, opening every cabinet and closet door there was, eventually walking back into the living room, opening the front door, shaking the bells through the door and then shutting in once again. That done he stepped back into the circle from the east and reached into his bag and pulled out a set of wooden sticks which were covered in odd slash marks. Pulling out a cloth he laid it in front of Devon, then gave Devon the sticks to hold, have him think about his problem, and then drop them. James studied them for quite a long time before he spoke. "This situation is truely baffling to me." "Why? What is it? Is there something majorly wrong?" "I can not quite tell. Signs are never direct. They are almost always given so that one must work at interpreting them, so they gain knowledge and understanding, for that's what trials and tribulations are supposed to do, educate us on how to get through it and other things. But this... This is even confusing for signs from the Goddess, God, and the universe! "There is something here... some presence in your home, but exactly what it is, I can not say. I have done a banishment for ghosts and all negative energies, but I didn't feel anything being pushed into my path and out the door, so there are no ghosts and no malign entities. While singing and chanting to the God and Goddess I thought I heard something singing with me, but they stopped suddenly, abruptly. Them singing along means this isn't a deity that's in your home, but if it is one who follows, why they should suddenly stop singing is a mystery to me. "And then we have the runes. Reading what you cast, what is in your present and your future. It shows a great disturbance in nature. Something becoming what it should not be, but it isn't you. You aren't envoking nor provoking it, but somehow its fate is connected with you. Yet at the same time it shows that you are to have a great reconcilliation with your past, and in your future improved health and a very successful love life, along with great change in your present living situations. But I can not pin down anything specific, only that you may have to protect and fight for what you want, what you will come to love." "So, what am I safe? Will I stop having dreams?" "I can not say. I'm not sure what is causing the dreams, only that somehow, despite how upset you are over them, they are not harmful. They are not intended to hurt you." "What.... a load....of waffle!" "I know... I know it sounds odd and strange, but bear with me. We shall figure this out. For the now, do this... here are some crystals, and I brought with me a couple of plants as well. Now I'll help you, but we need to place these along your windows, by your doors, and around any drains. My closest guess is this is some work of the fey, but usually they just flat out hide things or steal things from one, or change some aspect of your life. They don't cause great changes in nature. At any rate, placing these items here, pluss the invocation I'm about to do will keep any of the fey at bay from your home." Round the house the pair went placing this and that, although by now Devon pretty much thought this was all some sort of scam. However, as the giant Druid didn't ask for anything in return, simply bade Devon a good night and left, he figured he might as well see if this all works. ********************************************************** It wasn't too late in the evening when Devon woke up. He thought he heard a thousand tiny voices all crying and chattering. Sitting up in bed he looked out through the bedroom window and there he could see hundreds of fireflies, lightning bugs. "That's strange." thought Devon. "Those kind of bugs don't usually hang around in the city." Staring at them intently they flitted and hovered around his window for ages, slowly going away one by one, but by the time they all vanished, their circular patterns of flight had put Devon to sleep. PAD! Devon woke up instantly. PAD! It was the sound of heavy footfall. PAD! Made by someone of very decent size. PAD PAD PAD! Devon knew who it was. PAD PAD! If everything was going in the same direction as it had been, it had to be, Parker. PAD PAD PAD! Parker was the first man Devon had tried to have a relationship with and, oh, what a man. Almost everything Devon could ever have wanted: 6' 3" tall, around 350lbs of rock hard, solid, defined, dense muscle, pretty good sized feet and hands, and a ten inch cock to boot. He was beautiful to behold, like a walking sculpture from Greco-Roman times, only a bit bulkier. He had a genetic condition resulting in a myostatin deficiency causing his muscles to develope huge, not that that bothered him; He loved being huge and built! Even if he just thought about working out his muscles blew up. Unfortunately it also made him a tad bit lazy. He had the potential of being the biggest bodybuilder in the world, if he trained hard and kept at it. He was already pushing the size and symmetry of a Mr. Olympic competitor, but the easy at which he could build made him get sloppy and haphazard in training, and he loved the attention he was getting from daily blowing out of his sleeves or ripping down the back or busting a pants seam, that he didn't care about the competitions for bodybuilding, he could just be bigger than most men in everyday activities and situations. Why compete? PAD PAD PAD! Suddenly a side of the bed dipped down greatly. Parker climbed into bed with Devon. Grabbing him with his hands, Parker flipped Devon around to face him and thrust he meaty, shelf like pecs into Devon's face. "Come on, bro, feel a man up! You know you want to. Feel this barreling mound." And then Parker took one of Devon's hands and placed it upon his right pectoral, Devon's palm resting on Parker's nipple. Devon began to grope and touch and caress and feel the swelling muscle under his hand, and as he did so, he felt it swell larger and thicker as the sexual touch was giving Parker and over all pump. Devon felt Parker's nipple become a little larger and hard underneath his touch. "Aawwwww yeah, bro. Show me how you appreciate a real man!" Devon couldn't help himself and he moved his face to Parker's pecs and began to lick and suck on one of his nipples while his hands went out and began to grope and squeeze as hard as he could the now flexed 24" upper arms of the mega-muscular man. Parker began to moan....his cock began lifting and rising. He was being worshipped and he loved it. Devon loved worshipping a muscle demi-god, his own cock rising up and getting hard. He eventually moved his mouth on up to one of Parker's biceps and began to trace the contours of it with his tongue, kissing the peak with his lips, while his hands glided down Parker's lats down...down...down... to the tappered and oh so tight waist, but then back up to feel the larger, bloated, and pulsing cobblestones that were the man's abdominals and obliques. Devon's fingers dug into each and every crevice tracing and outlining every single brick. Devon finally did a handstand, something he wasn't sure he could still do it'd been so many years, wrapping his legs around Parker's massive column of a neck and locking his ankles together. He did this his body facing forward, his face away from Parker. Parker in turn stuffed his cock into Devon's ass and began to buck and sway while Devon's hands reached out and caressed each and every part of his quads, hamstrings, each thigh tear drop, and desperately tried to get a grip on Parker's massive calves. It didn't take too long before Parker let out a roar and came inside Devon and then collapsed to the bed, calling out to Devon, "I'm spent lil' man. Go head and walk all over me." Devon gladly obliged and spent he's not sure how long groping, squeezing, kneading, licking, tracing, stroking, and caressing each and every single muscle fiber on the 6' 3" inch god-man before him. The arms bigger than his head, his waist, bigger round than his torso. The thighs thicker than his whole body - by themselves! His calves larger than most mens thighs that Devon had ever seen. The forearms looking so huge, thick, veiny and meaty, like turkey legs...no pterydactil legs! He groped and squeeze until he had no feeling left in his finger tips. His whole arm: finger tips, fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, and upper arm began to shake and quiver they had been worked so hard and full in their attempt to dent the bodybuilder's muscle. Finally, after coming up and trying to cup Parker's pecs in one hand each and squeeze and feel them, watch those glorious mounds rise and fall with Parker's breath, sensing that his hands togethe couldn't even cover one-fourth of the size of those huge slabs of muscled beef, Devon's cock erupted like a gyser shooting load, after load, after load, after load, after load, after load.... Yet again, Devon awoke in the morning to a quiet and empty apartment. He was tangled and wrapped up in his bedsheets on the floor, but none of them peeled off him as if stuck from dried cum, nor were they wet from an current morning eruption. Attempting to stand once, he fell in a heap to the floor. Glancing around, he noticed that all the precautions to keep the fey, fairies, at bay were still in place. No windows or doors were open. If it really was fairies, they were already in the house and Druid James wasn't successful and exorising them. Reaching out to crawl, Devon barely could do that as his arms shook violently, their muscular energy completely spent. He eventually did crawl his way to the bathroom and the shower stall, where once again he lay under the soothing stream of a hot water shower. He had no idea how he was going to be able to work today, but he knew he had to go in. He closed his eyes and prayed for a miracle.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 3 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2402-wet-dreams-may-come-part-2/ "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!" Dafydd was the ex before George, if you didn't count Cristobàl that is. He was an extremely tall, hazel eyed brunett from Wales, and when one says extremely tall, one means extremely tall. Seven foot six inches tall, with massive hands and feet to boot. His feet wore a size US Mens 23 D shoe, 22 in the UK, as they were 15 inches long, and his hands were equally as large. Devon felt Dafydd pratically roll over on top of him and engluf him completely. No wonder as the man was just under two and half feet taller than him. Dafydd rubbed his massive hands all up and down Devon's torso and crotch, while he moved his feet caressing Devon's legs. No slouch in the cock department, he wasn't overly endowed though in proportion to his extreme height. Eight and half inches of cock became erect and it was brought into play with the holding and caresses and comparison of body parts; how much bigger Dafydd was compared to the small, diminutive Devon. Devon was again fully erect, painfully raging hard on as he climbed and groped, grapsed and felt this actual giant of a man until Dafydd finally plunged in and Devon rode him long and hard being tossed and used like some small rag doll. Finally Dafydd flipped Devon over and laying down upon the bed, and smiling at Devon took his left hand and its pointer finger and slowly inserted up Devon's ass. It began to go back and forth, in and out, while its companion fingers and thumb began to stroke and fondle Devon's balls. Then with his right hand, Dafydd reached out and with just his thumb and index finger began to stroke and tug and pull on Devon's tiny cock. "AAUUUUUGH!" No one could pull so firm, so strong, so hard on his cock like Dafydd did. Devon reached out with his hands and feet to try and touch Dafydd as Dafydd worked his cock and ass. To touch those arms and feel them, all the way up, as best as he could. Those arms that felt like they took an hour to stroke from hands to elbow they were so long. Finally Dafydd rolled over, picking Devon up with him and resting him on his torso as he continued to poke Devon's ass and stroke Devon's prick. Devon's head resting on a pillow next to Dafydd's, while his feet rested on Dafydd's thighs. Oh Lawd, how Devon missed this. If Dafydd were just a tad taller, Devon could sleep fully on just Dafydd's torso. Then Devon began to buck. It was rising in him again. Building up in him, in his balls. Another super load was going to explode out of Devon's prick! "Oh, babe! I'm....I'm! I! AHHH UH HUH! GOING TO!..... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Devon lay there convulsing for several minutes, spew after spew of spoo was blasting off from his held cock like a fountain spire suddenly spraying like a gyser. The sheets would have to be cleaned. His whole body would need to be washed. He would need to steam clean the carpets come the weekend. ... ... ... But it was morning again. Devon had woken up. He was laying flat on his back, directly on the bed, no Dafydd between him and it. He lifted the top sheet and there was no wet spot, no stain, no seamen saturation. Devon wept. What was going on? Although he was physically attracted to all these men, although he had felt something for them emotionally, they were his past loves. How and why was he dreaming of all of them. This one was painful too. He really was in love with Dafydd, who was a great guy, caring, down to earth kind of man. A man who took care of family and friends, who didn't overly use his height to try and belittle all men like he was a superior being. Yet, because of his height there were draw backs. Sex wasn't easy, and performing same time reciprocal acts like sixty-nining was a bit difficult given the extreme size variance between them. Dafydd called it off with Devon, those many years ago because of the size difference. He was tired of all the comparisons on how big he was, what a giant he was. He wanted to feel normal. He needed someone closer to his size for that, also so he could have a really good sex life. Dafydd couldn't let loose and be free during intercourse without fear of breaking his partner in half. He still broke Devon in half...in his heart, and it took quite a while before Devon could date again. Crying, aching, Devon actually crawled out of bed. He dropped hands and torso first from the bed, to the floor and crawled his way to the bathroom where he reached up, turned on the shower and sat in the hot water as it rained down upon him. At work Devon took a seriously large stack of back files and headed to the archive room. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. He didn't want to be confronted. He could do this mindless task of alphabetically filling away now old cases and try to think things through. Why was he reliving his past? Why was he dreaming about all his old loves? His great mistakes. He knew in hind-sight that almost all of those relationships were wrong. With the exception of his last boyfriend, George, he had chosen all of them because they had some element of his size fetish. He knew it was wrong to look for just the physical attraction in a relationship, but had it been wrong to try and seek it out? Or at least to find someone who had one or two of the traits he found sexually attractive? And even when he tried to just work on the emotional, personality aspect of it, his fetish still haunted him because George was jealous over all the pictures of big, beefy, hung men Devon had on his laptop and computer and... SLAM! Devon closed a file cabinet very harshly. He was crying. Finishing the last of the filing, he clocked out for lunch slightly early so he didn't have to see Charles, Mr. Coalfax, or any other coworker. "If I can make it through today, only two more days to go and I can be by myself for the weekend to try and figure this out." But getting into his car to drive out for lunch, he spotted the card the giant Druid gave him back at Stonehenge. He flipped out his cell phone and proceeded to give the man a call. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (click) "Hello, This is High Priest James Whitehart." "Uhm... Hello. Mr. Whitehart, this is Devon Wiltshire. We met at Stonehenge this past Sunday. I'm the short man who you protected against the crowd when the storm started." "Yes... yes, I remember you. How are you doing? Stonehenge impress you so much you decided to ask about the old ways?" "Not exactly, sir. I've had something happen. It's been happening every night since I've come home from holiday, since the day I was at Stonehenge, and I have some questions. Wondering how wishes when asked are answered, if they might go wrong. If the answer might not be what we expect or if the Gods or spirits play tricks on us?" "I say...those are some very deep questions, and the tone in your voice is very troubling. Are these events, happenings, occuring at your home, your place of business, around you at all times?" "Just at home, but their effects are quite lasting." "Sounds like a bit of an emergency. I am free this evening to talk or possibly do more in the way of a magical intervention, if you're up for it?" "Uhm, yeah, sure. I'm game." Devon gave the High Priest his address and telephone number so that he could meet him after work. Grabing some fast food and scarfing it down, Devon went back to work, grabbing another pile of files that need to be sorted and placed away. His coworkers were a little worried, but no one said much as most everyone hated doing the filing and he was taking care of about a weeks worth within a single day. On the ride home Devon wasn't sure what he should do. He was hungry, but he didn't know if they needed to do something like an exorcising of his apartment whether he should do that with a full or empty stomach. Deciding that empty stomach meant that he would be in a weakened condition, he pulled through another fast food joint to grab dinner, although he tried to order the healthest item he could find on the menu. Eating it on the way home, Devon got to the apartment, tidied up the place a bit, and then sat down nervously on the sofa to wait for Mr. Whitehart, the High Priest. There was suddenly a gust of wind blowing through the apartment. Not harsh like the approach of an on coming storm, but the gentle billowing of a lovely spring day. It carried a scent of musk upon it and a few other odors Devon wasn't sure what they were. Sitting up in anticipation, Devon thought that this must be how a High Priest approaches a new dwelling that he must cleanse; causing a breeze to carry in the insense and mists of holy water to start the purification process. And then in through the door walked Adam. "A...Adam?" said Devon questioningly as he stood up. Adam as the next series of ex'es going back in Devon's love life. He was a blue eyed strawberry blond with tight curly hair. He stood almost six feet tall, with thick hands and feet, very broad shoulders for his height and a stocky, solid body. He had just a small amount of fat to him. Not enough that it made him unattractive, just enough to ever so slightly begin a roll at the waist, but otherwise he was relatively fit, still nearly looking like a youth in his muscle shape and size. He had a body type that is called thick, rawboned, healthy. No matter what medical doctors say, there are people born with thicker, denser bones, than most average human beings, and Adam was one of these men. Even at his skinniest, well you could starve Adam to death and still around the wrist and the ankles, even a man Cristobàl or Dafydd's size had a hard time single handedly grabbing them around so thick his wrists and ankles were. With his meaty hands and thick fingers, Adam approached Devon and grabbed him by the shoulders. He then dipped Devon and kissed him full upon the lips, his tongue probbing and exploring every inch of Devon's tongue and mouth. One hand firmly held Devon by the shoulders, supporting him in this dip, while his other hand went down Devon's jeans and began to stroke, caress, and whack off Devon's balls and cock. Devon's hands reached out, embracing Adam, glidding from shoulders to across the vast expanse that was Adam's back, and then glidding down the sides of Adam's lats to feel that extraordinary tapered V that went to Adam's waist. Even though Adam didn't workout, wasn't into bodybuilding, his body was a natural for supreme physical shape and size, but Devon was just enjoying feeling it, caressing it, because despite the lack of workouts if felt so strong, so dense, so hard, so thick. Adam moved the pair to the couch, where he lay Devon down and continue to fondle Devon's privates, and kiss Devon until his breath was taken away. It became harder and harder for Devon to breathe between the kissing and the fondling and the sensation rising up from his groin. Devon had to try and break free in order to gain oxygen once again or he might suffocate to death. But he was too weak from the nights before, to out of breath now from the smothering smooches of Adam. Finally one last tug was all it took, and Devon lunged forward into Adam's arms, blurting a moan as his cock erupted in his pants and on Adam's hand. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Devon sat trembling on the couch. Looking around trying to get his barrings. Adam was no where to be seen. He was still sitting on the couch, and although he was sure he just had another massive orgasm, his pants and underpants were dry as a bone. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "Uhm...uh... comming!" Devon threw open his front door to the arrival of the High Priest, James Whitehart. "Good Lord, man. Are you alright. You look as you've been through the gauntlet." "The...uhm... the events... I.... I....that I called you about..... just... just happened again to me." "What right now?" "Yes." "Just before I arrived?" "Yes." "I'd better get started." And Mr. Whitehart shut the door and opened up a bag.

Wet Dreams May Come - Part 2 by F_R_Eaky Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2388-wet-dreams-may-come-part-1/ Snap snap snap snap snap. Devon's coworker, Charles Van der Voss was clicking his fingers in front of Devon's face. "Earth to Devon. Come in Devon!" Devon shook himself awake from a day dream he was having. "I'm sorry?" "What is with you, today? You still do your job well, but you've been a beat behind your usual pace. And now, we catered in your favorite food for lunch to welcome you back from holiday and you hardly even notice. You're out to lunch at lunch. What's going on in your head? Meet someone on holiday? Have such a great time you can't stand thinking about coming back to the real world?" Devon chuckled, "No... just got my sleep schedule off a bit and tried to take care of it last night. Just need a full night's rest that's all." The truth of the matter was, Devon was lost in thoughts of George, his ex-boyfriend. They hadn't spoken in months. It was part of the reason he went on holiday, to cleanse his emotions out of him and start his life fresh. But somehow last night...he doesn't know what he did, but he did something to make him think of George, and boy, how did he think of George! One of the longest and strongest orgasms he ever had. He felt it from his balls to his lower lip and he felt like it went on for ages. Yet surprisingly, he couldn't find any cum what-so-ever on the sheets. Was he experiencing something like male menopause? His sperm count was suddenly taking a nose dive to near nothingness? He knew sperm counts dropped at a certain age, but he was only in his late twenties. Surly he wasn't running dry yet? Getting through his first day back at the office, Devon breathed a sigh of relief and made his way home, after a quick stop at a local restaurant for takeout; he was too bleary eyed to attempt to cook anything. Having had a restless night's sleep the evening before, and the back of his mind attempting to make sense of why he should dream so strongly about his ex-boyfriend, plus the front of his mind doing his regular work, left Devon mentally exhausted. He ate his dinner in silence, took a shower to relax his neck and back muscles and went to bed. ******************************************************** Again it was the middle of the night when Devon was woken up by someone...or rather something. He felt something fairly large, for a thing that is, suddenly rest upon his knee on the leg that was currently supporting his weight on the bed while the other was sort of hanging, knee resting on the mattress, ankle crossed over the supporting leg's ankle. He felt this thing gingerly come to rest there... it was pretty long ... and thick! It was like someone had placed a hot dog on his knee, no a bratwurst, no a polish sausage, no something in between with the length of the sausage and the girth of a wurst. It was about, no... he knew it was ten inches in length, but it was morphing, changing, growing. He felt this thing get thicker, longer, harder, growing from his knee right on up his thigh approaching his ass. "GASP!" A startled breath of air escaped his lips as he turned his head and attempted to roll over towards the man he knew was in bed with him. " Cristobàl!" " No, no mi amor. Para no ser tan tensa. Usted sabe que yo voy a disfrutarlo mejor, más completo, si te relajas." Then the man began to kiss Devon on the back of his neck, on the side of his neck under his jaw line and behind his ears. Devon's mind began to reel in confusion and ecstasy once more. How did Cristobàl get into the apartment? What was he doing here? Cristobàl was the ex-ex boyfriend, perhaps not even really an ex-boyfriend but more like a six month one night stand. He stood six feet four inches tall, semi-stocky build. He didn't really workout, didn't like to work out. Why bother? When he had what he had, he could get lots of men anywhere. Olive colored skin, topped with thick black hair with brown highlights that framed a set of deep forest green eyes. He was Spanish and spoke English with such a lovely accent in such soothing deep baritone of a voice, that whatever he said, including reading the ingredient list off of a can of tomato soup, made one nearly come to orgasm. But the thing that many men, usually size queens, went after him for was his cock. Ten inches soft it grew another four inches in length when erect and became nearly monstrously thick. Devon would have been in heaven for the rest of his life with him. He was pretty tall... sure lots of basketball players were taller, but he still stood out and above a crowd. He was stocky and semi solid, that could be good enough body size wise. He had that enormous cock, which excited Devon and helped push all the right buttons, especially THAT button in his anus. On top of that he was also an intelligent, caring, and witty kind of guy, one that seemed to have a sense of family. A sense of family that is except when it came to starting his own. He broke things off with Devon claiming he had spent too much time with him. Feelings were bubbling up about Devon that he didn't know how to take, understand. He was a wild and carefree man, with his endowment and accompanying huge balls, he needed to get off three, four, five times daily. No one man would be willing or able to give him all that. He needed to be free to bed bastards as often as he could. He crushed Devon's heart and dreams. Yet here he was again. Playing during sex like he frequently did: slowly, like a snail, pushing his enormous cock head in until the helmet was finally buried. Then he'd pull it back out just as slowly. That was followed by several minutes of teasing the hole with just pressure of the cock head resting on it, until finally he thrust it in and out just head deep several times in a row extremely quickly. Then he suddenly slowed down the entry just a bit, only this time he plowed it all the way in. A rhythm of fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow, fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-fast-slooooooooooooooooooooow. Until he was buried balls deep inside Devon's ass. Then he would grab a hold of Devon by the waist and begin to simply buck and fuck him from tip to ball base making Devon feel every single bit of his fourteen inch cock. Devon's body shook and shuddered feeling the massive prong thrust inside him. Feeling it touch his insides like nothing else could. Feeling the size and mass of the man holding him, hoisting him, slamming into his body. The sensation, the pleasure radiated from his sphincter outward down his legs, arms, to his toes and fingers, up his abs, chest, and out his mouth. "AAAH! AAAH! AAH! OOH! OH! OH! OH! OH GOD!" " Hmmmm. Mi bebé le encanta tener un hombre de verdad le envuelve por completo en el interior, él o paciente se extiende hasta que pueda tener la esperanza de encajar." Over and over and over again the pounding continued. Devon feeling his insides touched by Cristobàl's tip, and his ass cheeks touched by Cristobàl's mammoth balls. Even though his cock was untouched, he could feel it welling up inside him. His own balls were churning up a massive load. It was getting stronger and stronger, building up more and more, filling his testicles further and further. If he didn't erupt soon, he was going to suffer a fate of blue balls. " Oh! MI DIOS, BEBÉ! Yo voy a correr! Aquí lo tienes! Aquí lo tienes! Voy a rebosar a usted! AI! AI! AI! AI! AI! AAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" "OH GAW-AH! OOOWUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Devon woke up upon his cumming. The sensation was so strong, he thrust his hips forward, his back snapped back, his abs, legs, arms, toes, and fingers tensed, he actually screamed in his sleep carrying through to being awake. He couldn't breathe for minutes the convulsions were so deep and bad, and through it all he felt that pump, the blast, the inner stroking of his prick as he shot out more and more copious amounts of cum. ... ... ... Yet again, when he came to his senses, knowing his should feel wet spots on the contour sheet and top sheet, some slimy residue on his thighs, there was nothing. All was dry. Slowly, shakily, Devon got out of bed. What was going on? What made him think of Cristobàl? Why did he think of George the night before? Was he eating too odd of things before going to bed? Was returning to work from vacation to much stress for him? Yet this dream felt so real. Real enough that his was limping on his way to the bathroom. He couldn't operate his ass muscles properly; it had been too long since he had been fucked and stretched by such a python as Cristobàl's cock. ************************************************************ "WILTSHIRE! You are just barely getting in here on time. Are we having a problem returning to... .... are you limping?" "Yes...yes, Mr. Coalfax." "Bloody hell, it looks serious. Are you alright?" "Teenager, skateboarding. Didn't see me, body checked me out of the way. Fell on my hip." "Have you gone to a doctor to get checked out?" "No, sir. Not yet. I figured I'd wait and see how it was at lunch time. Make an assessment then." "Ok..... Look, I was just kind of kidding you there. You did deserve a holiday, but you do need to come back to work when you come back to work, but we do care about you. You're not just a thing. Come talk to me at lunch, if you need time off for a doctor's appointment, I'll approve it for you, alright?" "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Coalfax." Devon sat down at his desk and suddenly confronted by his coworker, Charles. "I'm smelling and calling shite!" "Not now, Charles." "Oh, no you don't. You're not coming in here with that kind of injury and then laying down some story full of shite about how you got it. You got yourself plowed last night and with a man of, shall we say, many principles. You forget, I fly around the rainbow airport, too. I can tell when someone has made a landing." "Charles, this is not the place to discuss such things and nothing happened!" "Fine... fine.... play U.S. Military; don't ask, don't tell. I'm your BGFF. You'll confide in me sometime." Devon turned his chair to face his desk and hunkered down to business. He managed to get quite a bit done, planning which things he needed to go hunting files for and which he didn't so he could give his ass a much needed rest. At lunch time he took off as fast as he could so he could eat in peace without having to confront Charles about his supposed escapades the night before. He rummaged through some rubbish to find a receipt for an x-ray, made a copy of it, slightly blurry, but enough to convince Charles he'd gone to get checked out at an emergency room on break. Even with the injury, Devon was back on his work game, completing more than anyone else in the office, although still not the blur of motion he usually was. He denied Charles all his theories about what happened to him, all the way up to his stop on the underground. He was thoroughly drained again mentally taking care of both work and trying to figure out what had happened to him. He thought once about digging out the number and email of that Druid he ran into out at Stonehenge, but then thought, "What's he going to tell me about all this? It's just some kind of psychological problem. My mind probably doesn't want me to return to work and just keep on relaxing. That's all." Stopping off again at a shopping district to grab some take out, he pondered his decision for a long time before buying any dinner. He wanted to make sure he got something decent, but bland. Nothing that would cause dreams, hallucinations, or nightmares. Arriving home he reheated his dinner, ate in solemn silence, took a long hot shower, then a brisk cold one, took a couple of sleeping pills and went to sleep. ******************************************************************** Suddenly the bed squeaked and the mattress sank down on one side, almost making the bed tilt. Someone extremely large had just crawled into bed with him. Feeling the man lay behind him... his arm come across him, nearly covering his whole body. The legs when pressed against him, his feet barely reaching below the other man's knees. Suddenly a hand came over and caressed his arm, it was nearly twice the size of an average man's hand. "Bloody hell!" Devon thought, "Dafydd!"

Wet Dreams May Come by F_R_Eaky Despite the perimeter fence and some slight vandalism, the sight of Stonehenge was still awe inspiring. Devon Wiltshire had managed to push his very lithe, and diminutive five foot one inch frame up to the viewing line and did his best to stay firmly planted there in order to get a good look at the ancient monument. He might have wished otherwise had he known what was to soon happen. A thunder burst appeared out of nowhere. Dark, billowing clouds rolled in and then rolled around the ancient site, looking as if called by an angry druid, or as if the Gods were angry and threatening to destroy the site with a tornado. A flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and suddenly the skies let loose with a torrential downpour and winds that felt strong enough to carry everyone away, or at least small children and men Devon's size. The race back to cars was on and people pushed and shoved and panicked like the rain was hell fire and brimstone tumbling towards them and they would be burnt instantly if touched by it. Devon was knocked by someone into the elbows of someone else, which nearly knocked him unconscious, this sent him to the ground with several people's rushing feet kicking his sides like professional soccer players kick soccer balls for a goal. Battered, bruised, bleeding, Devon's world was now in a daze as he attempted to look up and get his bearings. "Oh, I think someone's wish should now be for healing." Devon looked up to see a grand figure of a man. He was tall, probably around the six foot six inch mark and pretty broad. A long beard covered his face, and a cowl and robe covered his head and body. It was white, the robe, and around his neck he wore a golden necklace or plate. It was one of the new age Druids. He stuck out his bear paw of a hand, grabbed Devon by an arm and hoisted him up off the ground and shielded him from the rest of the site-seers who ran higgledy-piggledy to their cars. Pushing his blond hair out of his eyes and his glasses back up onto his nose, Devon marveled at the man for a moment and then said, "Why should I be wishing? I didn't see any shooting stars or four leaf clovers or nothing. Thank you, though, for the assist up." "Oh, you non-magical folk don't know do you? This was a magical storm brewed up, not be me, but by the spirits. I can't quite tell if it's the God, Goddess, passed loved ones, or the fey, but when you see a storm just whip up like that, it's a magical thing, and if you can hurry up and make a wish near it, there's usually enough magical energy to make it come true." Devon turned and faced the direction of the storm and closed his eyes. "I wish I could find the man of my... No, not the man of my dreams, but the man I should have, the man meant for me. ... And if possible, grant another small one and don't let this man see my erection." Devon had a thing for very large men. Oh, you didn't have to be too much taller than him to get him turned on hornier than a demonic rhinoceros playing brass in Hell's band, but the bigger you were, the more turned on he became. In fact his current fantasy is reading about this new tallest bodybuilder in the world, a young man who's 7' 4" tall and has built up enough size to enter competitions and get noticed. The large Druid walked with Devon back to his car and then politely said good-bye. He gave him a card with his email and telephone number should he wish to know more about the magical way of life. Devon thanked him and got back on the road to London. Today was the last day of his holiday and he wanted to get home soon enough for a decent night's sleep. Peeling off his still damp shirt, it revealed Devon's very sculpted, lithe torso. He didn't have a lot of muscle size but he was very cut and defined. He liked that about himself, although he wished he could pack on some mass and be built and strong like Lee Priest, but that just didn't seem to be in the programming of his genes. Shucking his pants off in the bathroom, he popped into the shower for just a bit to run hot, steamy water all over his body and warm himself up, before toweling off and going to bed nude like was his custom. ************************** KERBOOM! Crashing thunder and flash of lightning woke Devon up as it shook the windows and vibrated the walls of his flat. Sitting up in bed, he stared into the inky darkness of his bedroom and then lurched back against the headboard in fright. "AUUUGH!" "Oh, babe... don't be frightened." It was his ex-boyfriend, George. George had been his first attempt at trying to find a man just off of personality alone. There were things about George Devon like physically: He was kind of tall at nearly six foot, but he had an average frame, kind of soft, slightly muscular shape to him. He was average at best in the department of love equipment. The turn on for Devon was that George was hairy...beautifully hairy. He had a thick, rich, feathery head of ebony hair that framed a pair of sparkling blue eyes, thick eyebrows too, but they were shaped and didn't meet in the middle to form a unibrow, and his jaw was always covered for the man could shave at seven o'clock in the morning and yet by noon, no, eleven a.m. he looked like he had a five o'clock shadow. The rest of his body was covered in lots of fine, soft, black hair that feathered in the contour and shape of his muscles and body parts. Devon used to lull himself to sleep running his fingers through that carpet. Still what was George doing here? And here in the middle of the night? How did he get in? He didn't have a key to this apartment. Apparently that didn't matter to George. He crossed the bedroom floor, crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers slightly down and then pinned Devon on the bed as he began to kiss him deeply, fully, upon the lips. George's lips then travelled down Devon's chin, neck, shoulder, chest, abs, until finally they were kissing the base of Devon's five inch erect cock. "Oh my God" thought Devon. "George has never been this romantic before. What's gotten into him? Why has he come back to me? I must stop this, I must ask him what the hell is going....AAAUGH!" Devon let out a heavy scream of delight as one of George's hands cupped and rubbed his balls, while his mouth continued its silky glides over Devon's cock. George's other hand then made its way just beyond Devon's balls and began to stroke that spot just behind them and in front of the butt hole. It then began to alternately work between rubbing that spot and poking itself into and massaging the hole. Devon was utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy. He could care less now why George had come back to him, it just felt so good to be loved again. He would tell George when this was all over that he would throw out all of his muscle magazines, delete all the bodybuilder and giant men pictures off his laptop, computer, and cell phone. He would tell him that he loved him for exactly who and what he was and that he didn't need to look at other men, no matter how much taller or buffer they were. He would rid himself of all those things that turned George away from him. He would be in complete joy and bliss if he came back to him and stayed. Devon tried to run his hands through the hair on George's arms, caress his cheek and feel the stubble on his face, then run them through the lion's mane that George called a head of hair. But the persistent sucking and fondling that George was doing was sending wave after wave of ticklish sensations across his cock, cock head, balls, ass, and up and outward through the rest of his body. Arching his back, curling his toes, clinching his fists, Devon moaned and contorted on the bed, writhing in heavenly pleasure. "AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-UWUAH!" Devon sat up in bed, trembling, breathing hard, sweating profusely, and feeling shot after shot of cum blasting through his tiny cock. It was morning. The room was cold. Except for him, the room was empty. George wasn't there, and there was no sign of him having been in or entering the apartment what-so-ever. Even more mysterious...although he had a small cock, and slightly small balls, Devon's testicles produced a goodly amount of cum. More than one ex had stated that he was not only a cum dumpster but cum factory as well, he produced so much for such a diminutive, little, man. But when Devon peeled off the sheets, there wasn't any cum to be found. The sheets were neither wet nor stained, but he was sure he had just had one of the largest and longest orgasms ever. Shakily, stumblingly, still reeling and feeling the effects of his orgasm, Devon made his way into the shower to get ready for his first day back at work. He was nearly late, for he stayed under the hot steady stream of water until it had run cold.

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(I love this continuous story so I’d thought I’d continue it! This took me way too long to write but I'm glad I finally finished some of it. Sorry it's a bit short but I hope you guys like it!) Tokyo, Japan 7/14/2014 Hiroshi Yuki was a Japanese biologist working at a research lab in downtown Tokyo. About a few months ago they received a sample of the virus that has been “changing” men all over the world. They said it came from a subject who grew quite big in America. Hiroshi was your typical geek, short at about 5'4”, skinny, glasses, and wearing a lab coat to boot. He was at the top of his class and one of the smartest scientists in the lab so they chose him as one of the scientists to find a cure of this disease. Hiroshi read report after report on the massive men roaming the planet and the constant spread of the virus that seemed to escalate further and further. He became fascinated with this virus. It wasn't a typical virus that made one sick but it was one that further enhanced the male body, granting them power and size beyond humanly possible. Hiroshi looked into the origin of the virus but there have been conflicting reports of either a meteor from outer space containing the virus or it was an new breed of contagion that was formed during a lab accident. There were entirely no downside to the virus other then the destruction it causes to those around the inflected so he questioned why should such a thing be destroyed. Hiroshi couldn't help but jack off to the pictures of the infected men and though he should do all he can to help them get the size they deserve. Hiroshi decided that instead of destroying the virus he would modify it, make it stronger, better, more resistant and more effective. With his genius he spent day after day finding ways of making it better. It was hard to find human test subjects but he was able to find and corner random men wondering around in the streets of Tokyo as his “subjects”. They grew and grew and the results were even better than he had hoped. His latest subject grew up to 100 feet tall! The military forces had a hard time restraining that growth subject as he mischievously watched from afar. The lab was getting suspicious of Hiroshi's whereabouts and his numerous late nights at work with no progress on a cure at all. One day his supervisor came in and demanded to see Hiroshi's research progress on the cure but Hiroshi lied saying that it was tougher than he thought it would be. Out of everyone who was working on the cure Hiroshi had little to no advancements into a cure. They also hacked his computer without his knowledge and found files for enhancing the virus. Confronted with these accusations Hiroshi did what any rational person would do. Running to the disease testing chamber and locking the door he prepared to unleash his grand plan into motion. Super concentrated versions of the virus filled in special containers throughout the room. Pushing a button he unleashed his creation into the air. The collective and innumerable virus agents pounded into his body. He was in immense pain, having a large headache, trouble breathing, coughing, wheezing, runny nose and feeling sick to his stomach. Then all of a sudden the pain stopped. His flu symptoms all gone. He felt stronger than ever before. He didn't even need his glasses anymore as he easily broke it into pieces with his enhanced strength. His supervisor saw Hiroshi start to change and activated a red alert ordering everyone to evacuate the building. Slowly Hiroshi started to get taller, his shirt getting untucked from his pants revealing a slight trace of his lower abdomen. Laughing manically like the mad scientist he was fully embracing the virus. The more one's desire to grow, the bigger they would get. To surrender your mind, your body, your soul to the virus was necessary and required. Muscle started to build uncontrollably causing tears all over his lab coat and pants. Bulges of muscle in his arms and legs started to rip them in half, his chest was tearing his button down shirt down the middle sending the buttons flying in different directions. Hulking out of his clothes like he has always fantasized about he couldn't help but flex and feel his new growing body. He looked down at his perfectly pumped pecs, rubbing his hands down his ripped 8-pack abs. Then he caressed his arms as he flexed slowly causing it to bulge bigger. His back expanded to take in all this muscle and his body was starting to grow up towards the ceiling. Shorts that were barely hanging on started to tear as he got hard over his new body. A large throbbing cock started to grow and surge upwards towards his pecs. Getting wider and thicker his cock throbbing for release as his balls swelled towards the ground. He started to stroke himself off and tried to will himself to get bigger and bigger! His new virus modification understood the host's request and started to accelerate the growth. The walls started to creek and crack, everything got smaller around him as he easily busted outta the disease testing chamber, effectively spreading the contagion. 20 feet, 50 feet, then 100 feet he grew as he easily burst through the building showering the nearby area with a nice white cum shower. Roaring like the Godzilla-like monster that he is he stomped and smashed buildings with ease causing destruction as he grew more getting close to 300 feet tall. The military started to try to stop his rampage and proceeded to blast him with tanks and shoot him with guns. Both of which were ineffective. Getting a good idea he sneezed all over the army's formation. The super sized sneeze blew away the soldiers but that wasn't the end of that. The male soldiers that the sneeze got on started to grow right on the spot. The enhanced virus growing them rapidly out of their uniforms. The soldiers were so turned on as they grew to at least 20 feet tall. Now in addition to the 300 foot tall “kaiju”, there were at least 50 smaller 20 foot tall titans packed with muscle and slowly getting bigger as well. Hiroshi got off as he watched the soldiers tear off their own clothes to see their buff bodies. He could tell they secretly really wanted to grow and soon all of Japan will be inflected. Hiroshi continued to stomp through Tokyo and caught the attention of a certain Japanese power-lifter named Daichi Sendo. He wore a very tight fitting tank top that barely covered his huge muscle gut. He gazed at Hiroshi who swelled to 500 feet tall and started to jerk off some more in the street. Hiroshi's growth smashed cars, buildings, and anything in between. All the fucking power was what Daichi yearned for. This was his chance. After Hiroshi unleashed his cum flood on the street, Hiroshi came out from his hiding place and started to scoop some up in a cup and drank it down like a protein shake. Soon he could feel it within him... a new giant was about to emerge as he surrendered his body to the virus infused cum... (Japan arc – to be continued).