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Once upon a time in a village near a town near a castle... Walt didn't entirely mind watching his three step-brothers working out in the well-equipped barn. They were well-muscled and strong, biggest in the village. He might have even admired the work they put into pumping their muscles and gotten excited at watching them pose and flex afterwards, if he didn't have to dread the constant teasing and abuse they gave him. "Hey, waterboy, I'm thirsty," called the eldest. Walt hung his head down as he carried the stein of water over for him to chug before he belched up at Walt's face. "Show me your arm," he ordered. Except for being almost 7 feet tall, Walt looked fairly malnourished. He was at least a foot taller than his step brothers, but when the eldest's 19-inch arms of muscle flexed next to his 10-inch arms of skin and bones, he felt so small. "You're so skinny, you need to eat like us," laughed the middle step-brother, but they never left him much food at meals. "How'd you only grow up tall, but never out big like us?" asked the youngest, who was the same age as Walt. The eldest slapped his head whenever he accidentally pointed out Walt's height. It was the one thing they were jealous of. Walt's step-mother constantly praised her sons and always joined in teasing Walt. What Walt didn't realize was that his face was as handsome as his father's was, and her heart ached everytime she laid eyes on him. She also married Walt's father for the bit of magic that Walt's family possessed. The townsfolk whispered that was how her sons grew so big. They also whispered darker notions about how Walt's mother and then father died. Weightlifting and bodybuilding were local pastimes. Nearly every boy and most girls started training on their fifteenth birthday, and even the elders kept in virile shape. With the large number of eager and able farm workers and smiths, the kingdom was quite prosperous. Walt was one of those exceptions, despite having the tall frame that could potentially carry more muscle than anyone else. Well, everyone but the prince. Everyone knew the prince had been blessed by magic as a child to grow muscle, but he also trained as hard as anyone else, and now at 25 years old, his 6'4", 450-pound body was a wonder to behold, and nobody wished it wasn't there to behold. His face was also sexy as hell, whether shaven clean or with a light scruff. About half of the kingdom were certain that the magic, in exchange for the muscle and beauty, had cursed the prince with homosexuality. That is, the female half thought of it as a curse. Most of the male half thought him all the luckier, or considered themselves lucky to have a chance at bedding him. Either way, most folk had at least one picture of the prince on display in their homes for motivation, and at least one good dream of him with the appropriate sexual appetite. Walt's stepmother didn't allow him to have a picture in his room. "You'll just have that old mirror to remind you how skinny you are," she said with a cackle. Fortunately, she didn't realize it was a magic mirror. Walt wasn't sure how it worked, but it often showed him the prince. He was riding a horse, or lifting logs, or taking a bath, or playing with puppies. It was like a one-way, visual-pen-pal relationship, like a middle-ages reality show. The mirror also sometimes showed someone else, as beautiful as the prince but with even larger muscles. It took years before Walt realized the face was similar to his, because he otherwise never saw himself with such a large smile. After the spring harvest, the Prince held his annual bodybuilding competition. Everyone had been preparing for it for months, or longer, either by training hard, arranging the judges and decorations, planning the following feast, or just fantasizing about seeing the prince up close and nearly naked as the guest poser. Walt's step-brothers constantly ordered him around to bring water, cook food, and do the lighter chores they had no time for. "Hey, waterboy." "Hey, skinny." "Hey, skinny waterboy." In private, Walt marveled at their limited vocabulary and wished he had a grain of wheat for everytime he heard either of those words. Still, Walt couldn't help catching some of the excitement from the whole kingdom anxiously anticipating the event. The prince himself always had mixed feelings about the competition. He enjoyed showing off his massive body and inspiring another diligent and productive year of training, but his yearning for a partner to stand on stage with him and to come home with afterwards grew each year. There were plenty of muscular suitors, and some were passably handsome, but the prince had dreamt of a boy with jade eyes and jet black hair and fair, freckled skin that got him instantly hard and motivated some of his best workouts. And it didn't matter to the prince whether the young man had muscles, or not. The prince realized in his teens that drinking a full load of his cum could make someone instantly as big as him. His first knight Gabriel was the product of that first experience and after Sir Gabriel won the competition one year, the prince made him a permanent judge. Gabriel was even more pleased by that promotion than the win, since many guys thought to sway his vote by pleasuring him enthusiastically. The day of the competition was Walt's 21st birthday. He would have forgotten it like most of the ones before, but a large pink package laid at the base of the mirror when he awoke. He was baffled as to how it got there. His step-family had been so focused on the competition and ran him ragged with chores and errands. They wouldn't have wasted a second on delivering anything. The card read, "Happy birthday, from Aunt Fay," but Walt knew of no living relatives. Inside the box was a large, parchment-thin garment that was nearly the same color as his skin. It was almost like silk, but it stretched. I cetainly didn't need to stretch, Walt thought. It could be a tablecloth for a banquet table. After spreading it out over his bed, he recognized the arms, legs and neck hole and open seam down the front. He thought about trying it on when he heard footsteps on the stairs to his attic room. He shoved the large body suit under his lumpy mattress, but the box was still out when his step-mother walked in the room. "What's this?" she asked. Walt didn't answer as she examined the box. "Such a large box for such a small gift. But it's pretty," she noted as she drew a gold ear cuff out of the box. She moved towards the mirror to try it on, but she had difficulty getting it to stay. "Well, I guess you can have it," she said as she tossed it back in the box and dropped the box to the floor. "We're off to the competition, but we don't want you embarrassing us, so you'll stay here," she snapped as she left. Walt was probably the only person in the kingdom who couldn't remember ever going to the annual event. Walt found the jewelry in the box and it was a twisted 3-braided ring that sparkled more than gold should, like there was diamonds inside of it, and it almost seemed like the braids hid writing of some sort. Walt tried it on and looked in the mirror. There wasn't much light in his room, but the cuff and his green eyes seemed to sparkle together like morning dew, and his skin had a faint moonlight glow. He couldn't help but smile as he imagined his parents watching him proudly in this quiet moment. He knew he was looking at the face of the man that the mirror sometimes showed him, but he also now knew with certainty it matched his. He got the body suit out and had a suspicion of its purpose. As he got his feet through the bottom holes, he saw them change. He always had large feet, "flippers," his step-brothers called them sometimes, but they were losing that description as they became thick and strong. His calves inflated next, like fruit plumping on the vine, but soon the whole lower leg also thickened and stretched against the fabric that could have fit around his waist. As he held the narrowest part of the body suit around his waist, his legs filled with rock-heavy muscle. He could barely believe it as they grew way past the size of his eldest step-brother and made him shift his stance a few times. He looked in the mirror and saw that each leg was easily wider and thicker than his chest, and his ass was like two juicy melons that flexed into a hard shelf of muscle. He adjusted his posture as he felt his abs and back tighten and strengthen. The fabric also seemed to tighten as it shrink-wrapped out of his hands and against hard cobblestones. The front seam started coming together on its own and disappearing into the center line of his abs. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and felt his forearms bulge into thick hams of muscle. His hands also thickened into meaty paws and his upper arms swelled to at least two feet around, maybe almost three feet around. He felt the odd, but not painful, sensation of bones shifting as he brought the body suit up to his neck and his back and shoulders had their turn to grow. While his god-like thighs gave him a feeling of immeasurable power and strength and the shape of his arms was a perfection of beauty, they were simply preludes to his chest and back and shoulders all growing together and turning him into the god-monster he had seen in the mirror. A creature even bigger than the prince, bigger than anyone had ever been. His shoulders looked like extra heads, and his back bulged wide, forcing his arms to spread out and make him look even bigger. As the front seam magically closed itself, his pecs plumped even larger and Walt felt their huge mass with his paw. "These are big enough to hide a chicken," Walt marveled. His neck and traps thickened next as the magic continued its final adjustments. His face retained its beauty, but became more muscular and more masculine and Walt gasped as he looked over the perfection that was his body. He flexed a few poses and felt his nipples tingle and harden as the fabric moved over them, but then felt his dick do the same. Walt had been decently endowed, 6 inches long when soft, but also skinny. Now it thickened, and also lengthened. As Walt moaned with pleasure, his cock expanded into a hard, foot-long log of a cock and kept pulsing larger. His balls also grew and filled with testosterone-laden cream. As his cock inched up his abs under the fabric, Walt grunted. When the sensitive, apple-sized head started forcing its way between his pecs, Walt came like a fireworks finale and passed out from the ecstasy. Walt awoke to a few rays of sunlight hitting his face. He basked in the memory of a most amazing dream, but the huge hand that came over his face scared him fully awake before he realized it was his own hand coming to rub his eyes. It took a couple of tries for him to find his balance and stand up, but he knew he'd see his dream body in the mirror and that it was a true reflection of what he now possessed. While his package still bulged, it wasn't the obscene tool it could perhaps become again. Also, any mess that he had made in the suit was gone. He was disappointed when he tugged apart the front seam and felt his chest shrink slightly. The suit's magic was not permanent, he realized, but letting it reseal brought his pecs back to their full glory. While technically the suit covered him, it was close enough to his skin color that he looked naked. The only place he had a chance of finding something that fit him was his step-brother's room. After taking care through the house with his wider frame, he reached the eldest's room and found a tunic with open sides and a kilt that he had to wear lower than custom to cover most of his thighs. It was an outfit that was common among the powerlifters, but his vascularity and size and perfect muscle belly shape proved he wasn't just strong, but huge and beautiful. As he stepped outside, an old woman scolded him. "C'mon, or you'll miss the whole thing!" And she waved him into her cart and handed him a pair of what resembled shoes. "Thanks for the ride," he said puzzled. The "shoes" were like a warped bowl of leather with laces, but they fit well over his feet. He was also grateful that the back of the cart was big and sturdy enough to hold him and that she had four horses pulling them. The smell of either the cart or her could have been better, though. The competition rotated around the towns of the kingdom and this year it was in a town fairly close to Walt's village. In about an hour, they made their way through the crowd that gathered at the town's outskirts. The town was crowded with muscular people, but most people stopped to stare or point at Walt. Finally, the cart stopped and the old woman shouted, "That's it! This is as far as I go." Walt got out and walked over to the woman. With him standing on the ground, and her sitting up in the cart, they were eye-level. "Thank you again. Can I do anything in exchange?" He asked. "You may look like one of them, but you're still one of you," she replied before pointing at the town wall. "Go through there and remember that, and that'll be payment enough." Overall, the area around the wall roared with activity, but it seemed like everyone around Walt fell silent or whispered. The wall gate was open to all, but he entered nervously as the large, beefy guards stared bug-eyed at him. The main thoroughfare led directly to the town center were a raised stage dominated the square. While outside of the wall it was crowded, inside it was packed. As usual, he could see over everyone's head, which had always made finding market stalls easier, but it was odd moving through the crowd without getting shoved around. He could just pick a direction and go. "Hey, kid!" someone yelled behind him. Walt turned to see an older, built guy with a cane. "I didn't see you at pre-judging. Did you just get here?" he asked. "Yeah," Walt admitted. "Look, you obviously could win this whole thing. You should compete. C'mon, follow me," he ordered. Walt followed him to the side of the stage where judges and officials gathered. Walt loved his new body and the chance to see the competition, and the prince in person, but he wasn't sure he wanted the attention of performing and his step-brothers worked for weeks on a posing routine, which Walt did not have. Also, he'd be back to skinny as soon as he took off the body suit. The man spoke to the officials, gesturing wildly and near to yelling, but Walt inched away enough that he didn't quite hear what the man was saying. He was about to turn around and run when he man came back over. "You missed registration and weigh-in, so they're not letting you compete, but I say you just jump on up there and show them what you got and they'd have to give you the trophy." Walt hesistated in his response, so the the man yelled at the crowd around them, "Hey, folks, do you think this guy is bigger than anything you've seen?" Walt was surprised and a bit scared, when the crowd yelled back enthusiastically, "Yeah!" "Do you think this guy could win by just walking up on stage right now?" Even more people replied even louder, "Yeah!" "Let's get him up there!" another man yelled, and the crowd closed around Walt as he began to panic. Nobody alone could move Walt anywhere he didn't want to go, but he didn't want to hurt any of them, so between everyone's efforts, Walt drifted along the side of the stage, past the officials and finally escaped into less crowded streets. Once he picked up some speed, he left the mob behind and took a few turns until he was lost, but he still heard people yelling from the direction he came. Then, he hit an empty dead end with an archway on the side blocked by vertical bars. The bars were too close for a normal person to fit through, and Walt was reluctant to just break them off. He had no doubt that he could have bent and broken the inch-thick bars with a bit of time, but then another idea occured to him. Under the tunic, he slipped off the body suit. Rather than feel the shrinking of his muscles, his upper body returned to skin and bone like the sun clearing the last bit of fog. He shoved the fabric down his waist inside the kilt and as his calves became sticks, the body suit easily slipped off and he slipped between the bars into a flowering courtyard. He marveled at the array of colors and scents that assaulted him like the kisses of a mother he never knew. Despite the panic of a few minutes ago, or perhaps because of it, he began to laugh for the first time in a long time. "Beautiful, isn't it?" a kind voice said behind him. After Walt turned to face the source of that voice, he replied, "Oh, gods, yes!" But Walt was no longer talking about the courtyard, but about the prince standing shirtless with the sun glistening over the moist, flushed skin stretched tight over massive, pumped muscle. Walt felt his blood rush to his dick and all he could see was the prince's face as it changed from smiling to frowning. Walt didn't realize he was passing out. The next thing he knew, that gorgeous face was right in front of him and he felt soft boulders wrapped around him. Walt gasped, "Prince Carmine!" "Yes, and who might you be?" the prince asked. As Walt took a few seconds to remember his name, they were interrupted by a cough. "Will, it's past time to go," the other voice said. "Gabe, but I think...," but the prince hesitated to finish. "Whoever you are, stay here. Please," he begged. Walt began to feel overwhelmed and confused, but he nodded. The prince helped Walt sit on a stone bench and placed the strange bundle of fabric at Walt's side, before leaving with his friend. It was still a sunny day, but Walt felt a chill after the prince left. He wasn't sure where he was, or when or if the prince would return, and he considered the possibility that he was in trouble for trespassing. As far as he could tell, nobody watched him, so he slowly backed over to the barred archway and slipped back through. The tunic was now more like a dress on him, and the even at its tightest, the kilt slipped down Walt's narrow hips and flat butt as he walked. As he slipped the body suit back on, he wondered why he needed any other reason besides the gigantic muscles reforming on him to wear the magical garment. He knew the way back home was through the familiar wall gate, but the only clear landmark to find the main boulevard was the cheering and shouting that indicated the final judging was in progress at the stage. As he walked through the edges of the crowd, he occasionally got the encouragement to step onto the stage. "You should be up there, not that asshole." "Why aren't you up there? You're way bigger." "Hey! Where'd you go? I got a posing suit for you!" Walt recognized that last shout as coming from the same man with a cane. Moments later, the man stood in front of him with a piece of cloth. "C'mon folks, let's cheer him on. He's a shy guy, but he can really give us a show, unlike the little prick on stage!" People started playfully grabbing at Walt's clothes so he moved away. Unforunately, the easiest way to do that was to move away from the shops of the square and into the open area in front of the stage. The man followed and stirred up even more of the crowd that smiled and yelled encouragingly at Walt. Nearly half the crowd was chanting, "Shy monster on the stage!" Before the officials paused the posing to yell out, "What's going on back there?" It wasn't until then that Walt looked at who was on stage. It was his eldest step-brother who stared back at him, angry at first, then puzzled. Walt realized he was wearing his brother's clothes and if his brother noticed his unusual green eyes, his identity might not be a secret anymore, and he wasn't sure what that would mean. The youngest step-brother entered the circle that cleared around Walt. "Hey, Who...are...wow," he managed as he joined the admirers. The middle step-brother followed a moment later, but was more angry than impressed. "There's a show on the stage, so stop your shouting!" He looked at Walt and asked, "Do I know you?" Walt felt that his time was up. The charade was over. He turned to run over and through whatever he needed to in order to get away, and maybe back home or even farther away, but as he did, the middle step-brother grabbed his shoulder. Well, he grabbed the shoulder of the body suit, and the sleeve tore off. The crowd gasped as they saw the massive leg-sized arm become a series of sticks. Walt looked at the crowd's hurt faces, at his middle step-brother whose surprise was slowly turning to anger, at the eldest on stage who began to grin with schadenfreude, and then at the prince. Walt's gut wrenched as he saw the prince standing on stage looking so sad, possibly crying! From that moment in the courtyard, Walt knew he loved the prince, not as the picture of ultimate masculinity, but as a culmination of all the kind and honest and thoughtful things he saw in his mirror over the years. Meeting him in person confirmed all that to be true. Walt knew he would catch the prince's eye with his new body, but it was false, an illusion, and in the look of the prince's disappointment, Walt lost all hope of happiness. With tear-streaked vision, he ran. His powerful legs propelled him quickly down the thoroughfare, through the gate, down the road he came from. The only hope he had for consolation was the mirror that might again provide glimpses of his true love. Walt asked it, begged it to reveal the prince, but it only reflected his imbalanced body. Walt threw the body suit into the box and used all his strength to throw the whole thing at the mirror. The mirror simply swallowed it up and faded it away. Walt collapsed on his mattress and cried himself to sleep. The two older step-brothers thought they recognized Walt's face and skinny arm, but they still had a tough time convincing themselves that the two most different people in the world were the same person. The youngest brother didn't quite understand why they didn't want to talk about the massive guy in the square. Everyone, of course, realized that the "shy monster" had used magic, or was under a spell, or that maybe the middle brother cursed the big guy's arm. But they still couldn't get over how big he was, and handsome, and like with the prince, the magical source did little to temper their awe. Lacking their prefered winner, they celebrated the eldest brother's overall title, but he still felt a bit short-changed, especially since the prince declined to entertain him at the palace. The prince was familiar enough with magic that the quickly connected the adorable, tall boy in the courtyard with the sexy hulk in the square and he felt sorry that the boy felt he had to use magic, and sorry that it failed and left him feeling a fraud. The prince so wanted to hold him again in his arms and comfort him, and wished he hadn't fled so impressively fast. The middle brother was left with a beige sleeve, but its magic was gone, or dormant. After the prince asked for it, he spent the post-competition celebrations crafting a divining spell with it to locate the residence of its previous owner. After the second day, he set off with a crystal's glow to guide him and cloaked himself in the illusion of a traveler. While the celebration of the competition usually lasted a few days, the eldest brother felt like the excitement was waning and thought he might be more honored back in his home village, even though nobody much liked him there. If that huge guy that interrupted his show was Walt, or a relative of Walt's, he thought, maybe something that would make me huge as well was waiting back at home. His mother was enjoying herself in the celebrations, but when he started pouting, she relented. Walt work up the morning after the competition and did some basic chores. He walked around the village, but could not find the old woman who gave him a ride. He checked the mirror several times for a glimpse of the prince, or a reappearance of the pink-wrapped box. That night he dreamt of the prince wading through dark water and holding a soft, rosy light that hummed a lullaby. After Walt got cleaned and dressed, a messenger boy showed up at the door. "The lady is on her way," he announced with his hand out. Walt paid him and rushed to get everything in order. From her son's stories, it was unclear what they would find. She was flirting with a judge and never got a good view at all the commotion, but they seemed to think Walt was there. As ever, one way or another, she was ready to be disappointed. As they approached, Walt came out looking as pathetic as usual offered them water. Her older sons glared at him before chugging their drink and showing off how light their cases were in their arms and then fighting over who could carry the most cases. As they headed into the house, Walt meekly led the coach and horses to the stable yard and she felt that everything was normal. There wasn't enough food for a feast and Walt got blamed for that. The older brothers waited for some confirmation from Walt that he was at the competition, but if they could pretend that Walt was always the skinny waterboy, that was fine with them. They each smacked the youngest when he started telling Walt about the surprise giant and the older brothers caught no visible reaction from Walt to its mentioning. That night, Walt's step-mother returned to his room. "Where did that pretty box go?" she asked. "I threw it out," he replied. "And you're not wearing that ear thing," she noticed. "Can I keep it, please," Walt begged. "Of course you can. Isn't your birthday coming up?" she asked but didn't wait for a reply before she headed back down. Walt stared at the mirror, hoping to see his prince, and he thought he caught a faint pink glow, but it was soon late enough that he fell asleep. He woke up and found the pink box again by the mirror, but it was much bigger this time. He went to open it, but the top popped off and there stood his eldest step-brother, wearing the body suit draped over him like a monk's robe. Walt heard his insides scream, "No!" as he saw the body suit's magic start to work. This time, it also stretched his step-brother taller and taller as his muscles grew to fill the suit, a massive mountain of bulging muscle, but it didn't stop. His step-brother soon erupted through the roof and as he jumped to the ground outside, he grew as big as the house. He roared as the body suit truly disappeared and his step-brother was a naked giant of a monster bodybuilder. "Now to give that prince some payback for ignoring me," he roared as his voice shook the house. Walt could hear the prince's voice in the distance, "I'm coming, Walt!" Walt woke up screaming, "No!" He realized it was a dream and cried from both relief and sorrow, because his prince wasn't coming and even if he was, he'd only find the thief from the garden. The prince's crystal brought him to Walt's village and its growing brightness encouraged him. He wound his way to a fine but older-style house and knocked on the door. They were having breakfast when a knock came at the door. Walt was off gathering more dill for his step-mother's smoked fish, so she got up and opened the small panel in the door to ask, "Who is it?" "A traveler," he answered simply. "Well, keep traveling," she replied and slammed the panel closed. "I come from the prince," he added with a yell. She reopened the panel and gave him a questioning look. "What proof have you?" "Allow me in and I'll explain," he offered. "We're eating, but there's no food to spare, I'm afraid," she said as she opened the door to the weary-looking man. As he entered the room and saw the three brothers, his heart sank. His spell had found the one who last held the sleeve: the middle brother. The eldest brother spoke up, "Has he changed his mind, then?" "I'm sorry, this was a waste of time," the stranger replied. "Are you crying?" asked the youngest. The prince turned and left and ran into the woods, and the step-mother shut the door behind him. "Good riddance, I say. How odd." The brothers dug back into their food and Walt entered with the dill. He had been heading back when he spotted the stranger through the window and delayed his return to hide for a bit. The stranger seemed familiar, but as Walt peered for signs of who he was, he got blurry and it was difficult to identify any clear feature about him, but there was something wrong about him being there, but also something wonderous about him. That night, Walt woke up during the night when he heard a voice snap, "Gabe!" and then "You there?" Walt figured it was a dream, because it was the prince's voice. He hoped it didn't become a nightmare. "This mirror's not working right," said the prince's voice, and Walt realized it was coming from his mirror that had the faintest pink glow. "It didn't work. I didn't find him. You'd think it'd be fairly easy to pick him out of all the others around, but... well, I'm making camp and I'll head back tomorrow. Maybe he'll show up next year." And the glow disappeared and the dream ended. "Hey, skinny," Walt's step-mother woke him in the morning. "We're going to the village celebration for your step-brother and you're going to the market so we can finally have a feast of our own, too." So, just an hour later Walt's step-family rode on horses and Walt rode the donkey. Walt hadn't washed up and he knew he'd get better service looking less like a beggar, so he detoured towards a nearby pond he liked, and nobody paid him any mind. As Walt reached the bank of the pond, a voice came from the bushes just a few paces away. "Beautiful, isn't it?" The stranger's features rippled as Walt quickly recognized the face of the prince and froze. "It figures that I'd find you just when I'd given up, for now," he added as he stood and stepped towards Walt who gasped, realizing that the prince was stark naked and wet and beautiful. "I'm... I'm sorry," Walt mustered. "For playing hard to get? It makes for a good wedding reception story," the prince joked as he took another step forward and looked longingly up into Walt's eyes. Walt remembered his dream, or memory, from last night, and he realized he might have read parts of the last few days wrong. "Have you been looking for me?" "For a long time," the prince answered. "Have you been waiting for me?" "For a long time," Walt replied as he stepped forward and kissed the prince until they both gasped for air. "Nice ear cuff," the prince noted. Walt reached for his ear and confirmed that it was there now. They both noticed Walt's skin glowing like moonlight and somehow he had lost all of his clothes, as well. He was still very lean, but not quite as malnourished. "How is it happening already?" the prince asked rhetorically. "Who are you?" Walt felt an echo of the power of the body suit, but it seemed like a mere trickle through the dam. "Can it happen faster?" he asked the prince. "Most definitely, but tell me anytime you want me to stop," replied the prince who squatted down and started sucking on Walt's hardening dick. Walt's legs trembled with pleasure, so it was easy for the prince to pull him down onto the mossy grass. Walt felt big in the prince's warm, forceful mouth and as the prince shifted positions, Walt looked at his now foot-long, thick cock. The prince stood over Walt's torso as drops of his pre-cum fell into Walt's mouth. It was like nectar. "You're my giant muscle god!" Walt exclaimed as he felt over the prince's bulging calves and the bottom of massive quads. "And you're mine," the prince replied as he squatted down onto Walt's pole and bounced furiously. Walt considered that he was having another dream, but the pleasure of that unworldly ass that seemed to be actively massaging his cock was both too real and too beyond his imagination. Walt watched the prince's own cock swell larger and larger, and heard it smack each of them at a deeper and deeper pitch until finally Walt felt a tight squeeze that rocketed the cum out of his heavy balls and into his prince, and just as Walt's orgasm began to fade and he took a deep sigh of satisfaction, the prince shoved his cock down Walt's throat and unleashed his own torrent. Walt felt no need to breathe as he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed a river of honeyed cream. At last, the prince was spent and he crashed to the ground beside Walt. "Get some sleep," he advised, but Walt barely heard him as he drifted off. The prince was also exhausted, but he wanted to stay awake and quickly splashed into the cool pond before returning to a slowly growing Walt. It was like watching bread rise. You didn't really see anything move, but you could tell once it happened enough. Walt took on the look of an amateur swimmer, then his veins became more visible and he looked competitive. His arms thickened enough that he obviously lifted a bit, then his legs showed that he was more serious. His calves became noticeable muscles and his forearms hinted at a strong grip that with his broader shoulders and visible chest muscles made him look like a wrestler. His chest thickened, and his back began to widen his sides. His abs tightened into a more defined shape and his glutes shifted his hips up a bit. His traps rose next to a strong neck and he became an amateur bodybuilder. Then everything seemed to grow together. Bulges became more rounded, veins a bit thicker, and single bulges separated into multiple bulges as his limbs began to look wrapped in different muscles and his sides and legs became anatomy lessons in picking out individual muscles. Walt's cock stirred but it was unclear whether it was getting hard or just enjoyed moving around. His shoulders continued to grow larger and broader and each breath heaved a larger and larger chest into the air. His arms swelled large with the promise of mountainous peaks. His hands became manly paws, and the prince was tempted to kiss and lick Walt's thick, muscled feet. Walt's legs were spread by his growing thighs that could feed a family for a week, and the prince could barely keep himself from touching Walt all over. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as you look like you are," Walt said through dreamy eyes. The prince grabbed Walt and they got up and threw themselves into the pond. After they swam back a bit and their feet found the sandy bottom, they shared another long kiss. Then at the same time, they said, "I don't even know your name." And then, "You don't?" Walt realized that he had only heard the prince say his name in a dream, and the prince realized that most people just knew him as "Prince Carmine." "It's W..." they both began and then laughed. Walt said, "You first. I already know the Carmine part." "Yes, Carmine, it means red. My first name is William, but most people, well court people, call me Will." "I'm Walter White, but everyone calls me Walt. Well, some people called me skinny, but..." "Not any more," the prince, Will, said with a laugh and Walt joined him. "Ya know," Will added, "There were some Whites that once ruled a kingdom many leagues away. Do you know where your family is from?" "No, my parents died a while ago and I just live with my step-family," Walt replied. "Around here?" Will asked as he realized who Walt's step-family was. "Three brothers?" "Yeah," Walt confirmed. "Step-brothers. We're not related." "Not at all," Will confirmed. As they walked out of the pond, they stayed close enough for their hands to brush over the hard curves of the other's body, but far enough away that their eyes could roam and try to visually grasp as much as possible at once. Walt was the gigantic size he was with the body suit's magic, but it was all him now. He couldn't help marveling at his own engorged size as Will retrieved his pack from the bushes. "You're very distracting," Will agreed. "But I love it." And they kissed again. "I love you," Walt shared. "I loved how you cared for that hawk and cried when you set it free." Will was stunned. "How did you... Who are you?" Then he laughed, "I loved you the moment you stepped under the tree in the garden, and the shock on your face when I snuck up on you. I wanted to kiss you then, and ... it seemed like you knew me, like not the prince, but who I was." "I do," Walt replied before they shared another kiss. They smiled and held hands, and then Walt looked down to make sure they were on level ground. "Did you get taller? You're the same height as me now." In all their mutual admiration, they didn't realize that they were both 7 feet tall and probably over 500 pounds of hot, ripped muscle each. "I don't have clothes for this," Will admitted. "But I have the next best thing." And he took a vial out of his bag and placed a finger on each of their shoulders. Walt smelled salt and then saw the ghost of an ivory traveling cloak around Will. "We can see though them, but nobody else can," Will explained. "But we're naked underneath," said the normally modest Walt. "Everybody is," replied Will as he carried his pack and headed over to pet the donkey. "And where are we going?" asked Walt. "I hear there's a celebration in the village. For somebody important. I'd hate to ruin it." Walt had never seen his step-brother as angry as when Will snuck behind the make-shift throne and dumped him out of it. Will grabbed each of his swinging fists and brought him to his kness with a squeeze. From that angle, the step-brother could see that it was the prince, in fact, a taller, bigger prince and he started bubbering drivel and scurried off the dais. Will's hood fell back and the crowd gasped as they realized there was a single man in that cloak, and he looked like the prince but even bigger. Then Walt stepped up and brushed back his own hood. Some people might have recognized his face, but most were just thinking, "there's two of them!" "Now that I have your attention," Will boomed and was surprised by the volume and resonance of his voice. "I want you all to be witness to an important question." He paused long enough for everyone's shock to wear off and their curiosity to kick in. Will turned to Walt. "Yes!" Walt shouted. "I didn't ask yet," Will whispered. "You don't have to," answered Walt. "We'll do this properly at the palace," Will playfully warned. "Kiss him!" came a yell from an old woman in the crowd, and part of the crowd began to realize what was happening. The kissed and then both exclaimed to the crowd, "We're getting married!" And there was much rejoicing throughout the land, blah, blah. Walt and Will, or Princes White and Carmine, were surprised to realize that their cum continued to make them grow. Every year Walt used his mirror to observe the kindest and bravest and most caring actions in the kingdom and after the bodybuilding competition he awarded the winner, sometimes two, with one stein of milky drink that made them strong contenders for the following competition. And so, the kingdom became even beefier and more peaceful. Of course, the 25-foot, 4,000-pound rulers didn't hurt, either. The End.

Eric lasted a week. A week of tasting Daniel around every corner. A week of his body feeling like it was ready to explode from not being released. A week of falling behind in calculus and knowing that he had a midterm coming up. Finally, it was Saturday. It was pouring rain and his body felt so keyed up that he couldn’t even think straight. He was halfway through his second set on the bench press before he even realized he had left his dorm room. After everything he had been through he had been expecting something dramatic to happen. Loud bellowing, muscles ripping out of his clothes, that sort of thing. But instead, he just had a really good work out. He’d only started going to the gym in the past year, and had never been serious about it, but now he added an extra five pounds to his bench and went up to the next set of dumbbells when he was doing curls. By the end of it, he was sweating but feeling pumped and thinking vaguely, “Fuck, I took a week off. I’m going to be stiff tomorrow.” But after all the stressing out over what might happen if he went it was a bit of anti-climatic let down. Still, at least he’d still be able to fit into his jeans. Back in the locker room, Eric slid out of his gym clothes and parked himself down on the bench to catch his breath. There was a blond guy changing into a towel for the showers next to him and the two exchanged a nod before the blond headed off. It was right about at that moment that Eric caught a distinct scent and thought idly, “The cardio machines are on a different floor …” And as if on cue, Daniel appeared. “Where the hell have you been, man? We’ve got a calculus mid-term coming up!” If Eric had been resisting the curse, Daniel had been giving in whole-heartedly. But he’d never been a serious gym guy. He spent more time on the run. Over the last week his body had grown leaner and tighter. His shoulders and chest had rounded out a little, but they were hinting at the potential of muscle to come, rather than displaying it. In contrast his thighs had thickened and the corded muscles of his legs wrapped around an equally thick buttocks. His legs were coated with dark, but not overly long hair that ran up and past his navel to dist his chest. Oh, and he’d gone with trimming the beard resulting in a bit of a hipster compromise. And he was buck naked. No towel. No shorts in one hand intending to put them on in a minute. Naked. Of the buck variety. His balls were covered in a dark coat of hair and he had what would end up being the second thickest set of foreskin Eric had ever seen. “I think …,” Eric finally said to himself as he contemplated the thickness of the veins in Daniel’s cock. “That I may be a little bi.” Daniel seemed oblivious to the fact that he was being stared at. “Yeah, my locker is two rows over but when I smelled you come in I figured I’d better see what’s up. We should get together for a study session.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea …” And then Eric could feel it. They were just close enough together that his body was starting to respond. He looked down and saw his nipples thickening and then rising up from his chest; it was a silent guilty signal that he was aroused but they were also … growing. How apropos, Eric thought bitterly. He knew from experience that would only be the beginning. Daniel had moved on to discussing library times when he finally seemed to realize that Eric was naked. He cocked his head and looked at him. Openly. Unashamedly. And then twitched his nose, “Do you smell something?” Sweat. Eric thought. Lots of sweat. But when he looked down at himself, he saw that while he’d been able to resist getting hard on, there was a heavy drop of pre-cum sliding off the end of his semi-engorged cock. Pre-cum can smell like a lot of things, depending on what you’ve been eating. But as Eric and Daniel both looked down at the pre-cum sliding off Eric’s cock they were in complete agreement about that particular scent and what it meant. It smelled like sexual arousal. It smelled like a willing partner. Daniel licked his lips and then settled himself down on haunches in front of Eric and then, resting his hands on Eric’s thighs he leaned and with his nose a fraction of an inch away from Eric’s crotch, took a deep sniff and let the air whistle out between his teeth. And then Daniel stretched out his tongue and licked the bead of precum away from Eric’s cock. It wasn’t enough. He ran his tongue around Eric’s cockhead to clean up any he might have missed. It still not enough. Tasting sweat, Daniel dragged his tongue up from the bottom of Eric’s nutsack, lifting his balls with it and then letting them slide back down as it slide over top of them and then travelled up his cock. As if tethered to the progress of Daniel’s tongue, Eric’s cock stretched out as Daniel moved along, so that by the time Daniel reached the end of it, Eric’s glans was thick and red with blood. Daniel almost delicately swept that bead of precum off the end and then, with a low growl from the back of his throat, he wrapped his mouth around Eric’s cock and began to suck. No. Not suck. Pull. There was nothing gentle about it. Eric could feel Daniel’s teeth digging in. It felt like his cock was going to be yanked off. But that wasn’t the only thing that was going on. Daniel was growing. They both were, Eric realized. But Daniel was planted so firmly in his field of vision that Eric noticed what was happening to him first. Daniel’s shoulder rounded out, fulfilling the promise Eric has spotted earlier. They weren’t huge. His body was still built for speed, but they were round, and full, and tightly cut. Erics hands were on Daniel’s shoulders and he could feel them filling up under his finger tips. Daniel’s biceps thickened and his triceps filled out into a dense u-shape around his arms. Daniel’s pecs rounded out as well, fuller and thicker than Daniel probably would have liked if he was sculpting a runner’s build, but the corded striations in them said he had, if anything, lost body fat even as he gained muscle. And he got hairy. Animal hairy. Eric looked down to see Daniel’s thighs growing dark with jet black hair. The same hair raced across Daniel’s now deeply cut abs and coated them, the hair wasn’t long, if anything it highlighted the curves of the abs, but it was dark and dense packed, shadowing them completely. It slid up Daniels’ chest and in a broad fan shaped. Looking over Daniel’s shoulders, which seemed to be one of the few spots that didn’t end up covered in hair, Eric could see the dark hair slide over either cheek of Daniel’s muscular buttocks. It didn’t coat his back but ran up his spin in a reverse treasure trail, getting longer and thicker, long and thick enough to grab, just about his ass crack before thinning out again. Eric saw everything that was happening to Daniel. He could feel Daniel literally swelling underneath his hands. But with every rough tug on his cock, Eric could also feel his own body changing. In hindsight, he probably should have ran more. Because if Daniel got the body of a muscled up greyhound, Eric ended up being the pitbull. He didn’t turn into a cartoon character. There were boulder shoulders or tree trunk thighs. But everything got bigger. His shoulders broadened out, wider than Daniel’s, and his chest pushed outward, not striated like Daniel’s but thick and round. It was the same all over. He could literally feel himself getting heavier with every tug on his cock. Where Daniel had deep abs, Eric’s abdomen bowed outwards in a tight, but thick, muscle gut. And he was hairy. Where the hair on Daniel high-lighted the leanness of his muscles, on Eric it simply highlighted his size. It came in thick and dark on his legs, long enough to curl slightly. The same dark hair coated his stomach and his chest but did nothing to cover those new long thick nipples. By the time Eric finally came, Daniel’s face was being crowded by Eric’s new thick thighs and buried in a bush of pubic hair. Daniel’s tongue cleaned up everything before he stood up, swaying slightly as if unaccustomed to his new body. His thighs, which Eric hadn’t been able to appreciate before were Olympic speed skater thick now. “Fuck,” Daniel shook his head. Dog like. “But yeah, tomorrow. We’ll get together for a study session.” He looked Daniel over appraisingly and the bench, as if on cue, let out a distinct creak, “And we should go for a run too. You’re putting on a bit of weight, buddy.” And with that he slapped Daniel on his should, spun on his heel and headed off. Eric closed his eyes and slumped against the lockers. He felt drained. But he did a system’s check. He ran his tongue over his teeth and felt extended canines. Of course. He ran through his calculus notes in his mind. He could at least still think straight. After seeing Kevin turn into a cum-monkey, he’d been worried about that. He was bigger. But he didn’t seem any taller. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at himself. Everything about him looked so … full … now. The amount of body hair was crazy but he could probably solve that problem with a razor blade. His eyes finally settled on his cock which was fat and full but wasn’t hard any more. He wasn’t even surprised when he saw it. His only thought was that this was a problem that he was not prepared to solve with a razor blade. Foreskin. Lots of foreskin. The foreskin wrapped around his cock head, which looked like it had grown even bigger under Daniel’s abuse, and then tapered down into a distinct anteater snout that hung an inch past the end of Eric’s cock. He sat up and could feel the foreskin shifting around his cock. Eric tested the cock with one hand, and when he slid his finger, first one, then two at time, up the dense mouth of foreskin the sensation when he reached his cock head was almost electric. Perhaps less charmingly, the dark coat of hair that now covered Eric’s sack continued up the underbelly of his cock nearly to the end. Eric let the cock fall heavily back down again, and sighed, a little bemused, “I’m a bit of a niche market now.” He pulled open his locker and lifted up his size 31 jeans. “Oh. Right.” He heard somebody walking and thought, panicking, for a moment that it was Daniel and that he was going to end up getting even bigger. But it was just the blond guy that Eric had given a nod to earlier. He came walking back into the change room but he was looking over his shoulder in the direction Daniel had gone. He threw a glance at Eric and a thumb in the direction Daniel had gone: “Did you see the thighs on that guy?” And then he took a closer look at Eric, who was still on the bench buck naked, and raised an eyebrow, “Is it just me or did you gain about 50 pounds of muscle in the time it took me to have a shower and soak in the sauna. 50 pounds of muscle and …,” he looked down, “a foreskin.” “Yup.” There wasn’t any point in denying it. The blond glanced back in the direction Daniel had gone and nodded: “Tommy curse?” “Yup.” The other guy shrugged and clicked open his locker, “Well, it could be worse. I know this one guy that ended up with a dick the length of my arm,” and he actually paused and pointed at his right arm as he said it to drive home the point. “The length of my fucking arm.” He shook his head, “That’s not practical.” He looked at Eric again, “That is a lot of foreskin though.” Eric pointed at his canines, and then gestured at the hair on his legs and, well, every where else, and then finally at his newly foreskinned cock. “There’s kind of this dog thing going on with the curse.” “Ha! So it’s like a sheath? I get it. Cute.” But he looked at it again appraisingly. “That whole ‘foreskins get dirty if you don’t clean them enough’ thing is a bit of a myth, still you better stay on top of that puppy, no pun intended.” And then he reached into his locker and pulled out an old pair of sweats. “Here, you can have these; they’re about done but they should get you home and it looks like you won’t be getting into your jeans.” “Hey thanks, can I pay you back?” “No worries. Karmic balance. I figure if I ever get cursed this’ll count in my favour.” The blonde, Eric never did get his name, had dressed while he was talking. He shouldered his backpack and headed towards the door. But he called back over his shoulder. “Oh, and fyi, apparently they’re going to installing security cams in the change room because there’s been too much crazy shit going on in here.” He held his right arm straight up, fist closed, and pointed at it with his left hand, again, as he was walking away to reiterate the point. “So if you’re planning on doing it doggy-style, better take it outside.”

Sorry it's been a while. Part 1 HERE Part 2 HERE Part 3 HERE Part 4 HERE 5 The next two months passed in a blur of steroid injections, heavy weights and ridiculous amounts of food. I’m now a monstrous 335lbs of ripped muscle. I’m a walking mutant. Not a day goes by where at least one person isn’t totally petrified at the site of my outrageously pumped up body. I hadn’t seen Tyler since the day I humiliated him at the gym. I was a little disappointed but I tried not to dwell on it. If he couldn’t handle my raging muscle dominance maybe he wasn’t the right partner for me. I had fucked a few other bodybuilders since my last session with Tyler. They were pretty big guys but not able to withstand my freakish size and muscle lust. One guy actually pissed himself when I stripped off my shirt. He literally ran out of my house to get away from me. It made me so horny I came to my reflection three times that night. … I waddled into the gym wearing my typical skin tight tank top but there was a different vibe in the air today. Usually the guy working the front desk couldn’t help but stare in complete awe at my massive body. Today, however, he was staring towards the squat racks. I saw at least two of my usual muscle admirers but neither of them looked in my direction. I glanced towards the squat racks and saw a rather large crowd in the far corner. I walked over to see what the commotion was. As I approached the crowd I could see a couple of guys holding their crotches. A few pretty massive bodybuilders were just staring slack jawed and a few other had looks of complete shock on their faces. I pushed my way through the crowd and stopped short when I saw what was happening. Standing in squat rack was Tyler. He had the bar loaded with a mind boggling seven plates per side. He grunted loudly and lowered the bar so deep his ass was three inches from the ground. He paused and slowly powered his way back up. I stood transfixed as he preformed nine textbook perfect reps. He racked the weight with a load crash, stood in front of the mirror. He was drenched in sweat. His quads were swollen masses of twisted muscle. Starring at his refection in the mirror Tyler didn’t seem to notice the people around him. He started to shake one leg back and forth. Thick slabs of his quad meat swung back and forth. Watching all that relaxed muscle move was hypnotic. After a few seconds Tyler flexed the quad and it solidified into a column of pure steel hard muscle. He relaxed the muscle, punched his leg hard and reflexed again. He shifted his weight and started to flex the other leg. He was grunting like an animal and had a demented look in his eyes. Tyler finally looked up at the crowd and made eye contact with me. I felt a shiver run up my spine. “Add two more plates to each side!” Tyler bellowed. With an astounding 765lbs loaded on the bar, Tyler repositioned himself under the bar. With his eyes locked on me in the reflection of the mirror he hoisted the bar off the rack and started to preform prefect reps once again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This kid had the entire gym under a trance. He was powering through lifts I would have had trouble with. He didn’t even look like the guy I had seen two months ago. He looked like a stage ready super heavyweight bodybuilder. Thick veins covered his bronzed, sweat covered skin. After three perfect reps, Tyler paused at the top and in a strained voice yelled “Dave! SPOT ME”. I moved behind him and felt my heart skip a beat as the thickness of his back. His hulking traps rose and encompassed the weight bar. I positioned myself and placed my arms under Tyler’s arms. I placed the rest of my body close to him. I could feel his pumped glutes on my hard crotch. With a smirk on his face he started to lower the weight again. I could feel the power coursing though his entire body. He clearly didn’t need my help as he easily raised the weight again. I stayed in the spot position and followed him back down for another slow rep. His legs were shaking but he didn’t stop. Tyler’s face was contorted with pain but he was able to whisper “feel this power”. He let out a loud guttural scream and lowered the weight again. He paused at the bottom and slowly raised the massive weight. He stood up straight and pressed his ass harder into my crotch before slamming it on the rack. The crowd was in a state of complete awe. Some guys cheered, others just stared with their mouths open. Three guys ran to the locker room to jerk off and a few looked like they were ready to pass out. Tyler hit a few poses for the crowd. I would have guessed his weight was over 275lbs now. His quads had to be close to 33” if not bigger. Eventually he waddled to the leg press machine that was loaded with so many 45lb plates that there was no more room. He stopped and turned to me. “Get on” he said. I hesitated and he stepped closer to me. “I need more weight to really work these fucking legs. Climb on the sled and make me work for this pump.” He lowered himself to the seat and I climbed on. I stared down at Tyler and all the plates loaded onto the machine. “Over 1300lbs” Tyler said. He let out a grunt and I felt the sled move. Tyler closed his eyes and lowered the weight. I could see the pain in his face but he didn’t stop. Rep after rep sent me up and down like a piston. To my surprise he increased his speed with each rep. After twelve reps Tyler finally slowed but didn’t stop. Instead he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “CALVES!” he yelled and started to move the weight again. I had to hold back a gag as I looked down at his legs. They looked twice as thick as they did after the squats and his calves had transformed into something truly inhuman as they moved such incredible weight. Tyler completed 12 reps and rolled off the machine and collapsed on the floor. He could barely move but flexed his calves and quads continually. I climbed down and stood over the his panting body. Tyler opened his eyes and they had a wild look to them. I felt another shiver run up my spine. He slowly rose and stood inches from my face. He placed his hands on my traps and started to apply pressure. He then started to push me down. I resisted but he was overpowering me. “Kneel” he ordered. I was too shocked to respond. He squeezed my traps harder. Sharp pain ran through my body and he forced me down until I was kneeling in front of him. “Feel my quads” he ordered. My face was level with his gruesomely massive quads. I could almost see the blood pumped though the thick veins criss-crossing every inch. Tyler started to flex each quad and deep striations appeared. His muscle separation was Mr Olympia quality. I couldn’t resist placing my hands on his bloated legs. I ran them up and down his smooth, wet skin as his muscles flexed and moved underneath. The crowd watched in amazement as this pumped up freak had my 335lbs of alpha beef under his complete control. “What the fuck is going on? I asked. He stepped away from me so I could take in his entire body. He barely resembled the kid I had power fucked a couple of months ago. “I think you know what’s happening here. I’m becoming a fucking freak that’s what happening. Did you see those weights I was moving? You see the reactions I’m getting from everyone here? Have you ever seen so much power and muscle?” He was flaring his lats and bouncing his pecs right in front of my face. Testosterone appeared to be seeping from his pours. “You’re not as big or strong as me Tyler.” I said, hoping he couldn’t hear the doubt in my voice. “That’s true but how long do you think it will be before you are a tiny speck of a man compared to me. That gear you got for me is unreal. I can feel the power coursing though my veins.” He said and raised his arms into a double bicep pose. Massive balls of muscle erupted from his body. His arms had to be 22” and vascular as hell. “I should mention that I tweaked your dosage. I’m on a cocktail of the most powerful roids known to man. You have no idea how fucking strong this shit is. I’m up to 280lbs now. I can practically feel my muscles growing. Do you think those weights were heavy? Next week I’ll destroy all of my personal bests. These people think they saw a show today? HA!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Two months ago I had this kid wrapped around my finger. He would have done anything to be with me and worship my massive body. Now he was a demented muscle freak. While I was turned on my his growth and strength, I was caught off guard by his dominating attitude. He was standing in the mirror, flexing his outrageously swollen quads when he suddenly stopped and looked at me. “You remember that day you made me lick your pecs?” “Hey man, you loved that, don’t say you didn’t” I replied. “I admit that feeling your huge chest was hot yeah, but I was so pissed you made me do that in front of all those people. I’ve thought a lot about that during the past two months and you know what?” “What?” “I should thank you.” “What? Why?” “Because of that day I starting training harder then ever. I think about it every time I inject myself with roids, eat a meal or guzzle a protein shake. When I cum now I think about a day like today when you get to experience how it feels to be dominated by me.” I opened my mouth to speak but I was too shocked to say anything. Tyler stepped closer to me so we were face to face. “Time for walking lunges and you’re going to me my weight big man.” He said a leaned down, placed one solid shoulder into my crotch and one hand around my neck. With a small grunt he hoisted me onto his shoulders and stood up. I tried to break free but he tightened his grip on my cock and balls causing sharp paint to shoot through my body. “You’re not going anywhere.” He growled and started to perform perfect lunges with 335lb body draped across his shoulders. With each step he grunted. I caught his refection in the mirror and he had a look of shear determination in his eyes. People couldn’t help but notice what was happening. No one had even seen such a site like this before. Tyler walked around the gym doing lunge after lunge for close to five minutes before letting me go. He collapsed on the floor, his legs twitching uncontrollably. I stood speechless again. Part of me was pissed he had just done that to me but part of me was impressed at the beast he had become. I looked down at his hulking body and felt my cock getting hard. He looked up and noticed my growing bulge and smiled. “You like what you see?” He asked. “I can’t help it. I’ve never meet a someone as freaky as me. You are becoming an animal!” I said. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth after what just happened but I couldn’t help myself. I reached out my hand and hoisted Tyler off the floor. “Get your workout in. I’m fucking spent. Give me your house keys; I’ll meet you there when you’re done.” Tyler said.

Hey guys, This is a story I wrote for http://marquis-de-rent.tumblr.com/, as a present on his fifth anniversary of - in his own words - "drawing hyper muscle porn" and publishing it "on Y." Three cheers to him for sharing his awesome art with us! ***** The Good Fairies “Time to get up, lazy bum.” Croissants, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Also, someone’s lips deliciously close to his ear. Tom wasn’t exactly a morning person, but it was hard to resist Luke’s perennial good cheer even this early in the day. “Lazy bum, hm?” The barest hint of a smile. “I’d have thought my bum held up rather valiantly under pressure last night.” Luke giggled naughtily at this: “Maybe it was just a lucky shot. We’ll have to see whether the experiment yields similar results on future occasions. Well, be that as it may, here’s a peck on the cheek and a pat on the back and… a little present on our fifth anniversary.” At this, Tom felt a small lump form in his throat. He sat up and took a good look at the man who had turned what had been merely a good life into something that seemed almost embarrassingly beautiful. “You know, I’ve said this before. I don’t think I deserve to be with a guy like you.” “Oh come on, you sweet-talking piece of sex on legs. It’s not like I’m making a huge sacrifice here. Besides, what’s ‘deserve’ got to do with it, anyway? I sure as hell don’t deserve to be with someone like you, either. But here we are, right?” Another kiss, this time full on the lips, then some affectionate tussling of Tom’s hair. “Breakfast is ready, love. And I do want you to open that present.” He added, with a wink: “There’s time for a shower later on, if we squeeze in there together.” Tom put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked over to the kitchen table, which was beautifully decorated with flowers and filled with all the things he loved for breakfast: some fruit, homemade jam, different kinds of butter and cheese, pickles, some bacon, scrambled eggs. And, right next to his plate, there was a little black box tied with a white ribbon, and sprinkled with what seemed like stardust. “Couldn’t resist a touch of gay, huh?” Luke looked puzzled, saw the twinkling dust and frowned: “To be honest, I hadn’t noticed.” But then his frown gave way to that smile which still dazzled Tom after all this time: “Looks pretty, though – lucky me. Anyway, ’nuff said, open the damn thing already.” “Charming, positively charming.” Tom knew that patience wasn’t exactly Luke’s forte. It was, he’d readily concede, one of his lover’s few weaknesses. Yet to him it had never mattered much; perhaps he loved him all the more for it. For wasn’t it Luke’s impatience in the face of injustice that had led Tom to admire him even before he had fallen in love? Luke’s fight for immigrants, exploited by ruthless profiteers and right-wing politicians alike? His outrage at those who justified their own prejudices by appealing to the authority of the almighty, whatever name they chose to give him (or ‘her,’ Luke would surely have added, even though he remained entirely agnostic about his – or her – existence). So yes, Luke could be impatient, and they sometimes got into fights about it. But none of their fights had been serious, really, and Tom was willing to take the bad with the good – the good that shone through in Luke’s volunteer work at the old people’s home nearby, in his dedication as a teacher at a school that could barely afford to pay him, and in his ability somehow to forgive the guy who had been too drunk to see Luke jogging down the road that dark night, three years ago. Tom still remembered the feeling of despair that weighed him down after receiving that phone call from the hospital, the agony of not knowing whether Luke would live, the relief when, despite the loss of his left leg from the thigh down, Luke managed, somehow, to rediscover his old self. Or no, that wasn’t it, really. Luke hadn’t just gone back to his old self, but – amazingly, in Tom’s opinion – had succeeded in becoming a subtly different, better one instead. ***** You may find it odd to learn that, at precisely the same moment, Tom wasn’t the only one thinking about that dark night three years ago. Luke watched Tom take the little black box with the white ribbon in his hand, shaking it gently, setting it down. He observed him picking up a croissant, carefully cutting it in half, bending down and taking a deep breath, savoring its smell. Several of Luke’s friends had never quite understood why someone as energetic, as buoyant as he decided to settle for a guy who was as quiet and unremarkable as Tom. Oh, Tom was nice, none of them ever disputed that. He was courteous, and kind. But so were many guys, not a few of which were more handsome as well as… well, more exciting to be with as Tom, who had little sense of adventure and seemed just not quite good enough, not quite glamorous enough for Luke. So Luke’s friends had never quite understood – until, that is, three years ago, until that terrible night, when Luke was thrust into the abyss, and they had been too stunned to provide either comfort or good cheer. It was then that they began to see what Luke had recognized so much earlier, with the clarity of vision only granted to those who look with love: that Tom had in him some unfathomable source of strength: a quiet fortitude that had sustained Luke during his long, arduous recovery after the accident, in ways that even Tom didn’t fully comprehend. “I don’t think I deserve to be with a guy like you,” Tom had said, and, Luke knew, not just to please him. Perhaps Tom’s most annoying habit was that of not really knowing his true worth, of always putting others first (except early in the morning, when his altruism knew more conventional bounds). His tendency to be overly humble –to underrate himself almost consistently, in fact – certainly wasn’t the fault of Tom’s parents, who loved their son to pieces and had immediately accepted Luke as part of the family. Perhaps it came from growing up poor and being treated like shit by his ‘friends’ in school; Tom was reluctant to talk about it, and Luke had always respected his silences. Luke watched Tom lovingly arrange the food on his plate, pouring himself a glass of pineapple juice, slowly sipping a bit of coffee – and eventually couldn’t hold back any longer: “Jesus, Tom. Open the damn present!” Tom smiled, as if he’d only been waiting for one of Luke’s bursts of impatience. “Alright, love.” A theatrical sigh. “If you insist.” Carefully, Tom untied the white ribbon, straightening out the creases – Luke knew Tom would want to use it again; he hated waste of any kind. After several excruciating seconds, Tom proceeded to the lift the top off the box, just a little, barely enough to peek inside. His smile became broader. “It’s a ring, isn’t it?” Luke rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut. He knew it was Tom’s way of savoring the moment, and, maddening as it was, it was also endearing. At long last, Tom had removed the lid and lifted the ring out of the box. It was very plain, and made of steel rather than of gold or silver. No precious stones or artful shapes adorned it, only four words, engraved in the most unceremonious of fonts: FOR TOM, MY LOVE. Tom, still smiling, quietly wiped a tear from his eye, then pulled a slip of paper from the box. “What’s that?” Luke asked, and Tom raised a sarcastic eyebrow at him: “Given that you put it in there, it’s safe to assume that you know better than I, dear.” “No, seriously, honey – I have no idea.” Tom examined Luke’s face, and saw that he really had no clue what it was. “Perhaps it’s some kind of user’s manual?” “Ha ha, very funny. What does it say?” Tom unfolded the little slip of paper and squinted at it, trying to decipher the minuscule script: “’You’ve been very good and you have our blessing.’ – signed, The Good Fairies.” Luke burst out laughing. “Come on, stop teasing me. What does it say?” But now it was Tom’s turn to shrug his shoulders and insist that this was, precisely, what it said: “Cross my heart and hope to die.” For a few seconds, they kept their eyes on the mysterious piece of paper, then Luke said: “Oh well, a blessing is a blessing, right, even if it’s totally weird. We should probably be grateful, right?” Tom got up and walked around the table, wrapping his arms around his lover: “You’ve definitely got that right, handsome. Plenty to be grateful for. Thank you for everything, love of my life.” Luke started to reply, but then he felt something like an electric shock. He tumbled off the chair and hit the floor, hard. At first, Luke was slightly dazed, but then his head cleared and he scrambled to his feet. When he noticed that Tom was staring at him as if he’d been struck by lightning, Luke tried his best to reassure him: “What? Seen a ghost? Trust me, I’m fine.” “Luke, your legs…” “I told you, I’m fine.” But then suddenly something clicked, and Luke understood why Tom was turning pale. There really was nothing wrong with Luke’s legs: he had scrambled to his feet – plural, in both cases. The world started to reel, and Luke passed out. ***** When Luke came to, he was lying in bed, and Tom – of course – was at his side. “Man, I had the weirdest dream.” Then he felt Tom’s hand on his left calf and for a moment feared he was going crazy. “Tell me I’m dreaming.” Even Tom was shaken, yet somehow he managed to retain some sort of calm, steadying his lover’s sense of self as only he could, even before he spoke. “Well, if it’s a dream, then we’re clearly having the same one.” Tom swallowed hard, close to tears. “You know, since that… since that awful, awful night I wanted nothing more than to know that you were whole again.” “What are you…? Are you kidding me? You’ve made me feel complete in a way I’d never felt before. Before the accident, and after. After, especially.” He put his hand on Tom’s neck and pulled him close: “Without your strength, I … I would never have made it back from that terrible darkness.” Tom groaned, and at first Luke thought he wanted to voice some objection – always true, always humble – but then Luke realized that wasn’t it at all. For some reason, Tom was sweating quite heavily, and Luke grabbed him by the shoulders to ask what was wrong. Tom shook his head, as if to say “nothing,” but Luke could feel how tense his boyfriend was; Tom’s shoulders felt like rock or steel or… Luke shook his head, as if to clear it from some idea that was just too bizarre to entertain. And yet, it was difficult to uphold any semblance of disbelief, given what both his eyes and his hands told his brain to be true: Tom’s muscles were slowly, but surely growing. Luke tried to say something, but the words seemed stuck and just wouldn’t come; all he managed was a groan that sounded almost comically similar to Tom’s. He saw his lover’s pecs – quite shapely to begin with – slowly filling out, nipples deliciously, provocatively erect. And not just that: his shoulders, his arms: Tom’s whole body was swelling bigger, and Luke realized that his hands had strayed from Tom’s shoulders, exploring his traps, his neck, his pecs, down towards his abs and further down, towards another body part that stood erect – and of course Luke’s own cock was hard by now, too, harder in fact than he could ever remember, and suddenly he knew that it was growing, too, growing like Tom’s, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Luke forced his attention back on his boyfriend, who was staring at his right arm, flexing and unflexing it, watching his biceps rise higher each time, swelling bigger and bigger, slowly but surely filling the sleeves of the t-shirt. Luke’s hands kept exploring Tom’s body: his abs, his butt. Tom was beginning to look like a junior bodybuilder, and Luke wondered, briefly, whether his body could ever become as powerful as his spirit. As if in reaction to a silent challenge, the pace of Tom’s growth increased, and Luke could hear the seams of his lover’s shorts begin to tear, loosing their fight against his increasingly massive quads. Luke’s hands traced the shape of Tom’s flaring lats – the wings of his very own muscular angel, who now looked as if he could easily win any bodybuilding contest, even Mr. Olympia. Luke was only dimly aware of the sound of his growing cock bursting through his pants as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on Tom’s lips, and he moaned in pleasure when his lover wrapped his now thickly muscled arms around him. The essence of everything seemed to flow into that kiss, as their tongues caressed each other for minutes and minutes on end, the pitch of their passion soaring higher and higher, their hips moving to the rhythm of their hearts. Their kiss remained unbroken even as Tom’s muscles started tearing through his shirt, his upper body too massive to remain contained any longer, bulging and thickening with incredible strength. Luke felt Tom’s body pressed against his, hands discovering what seemed a new country that was turning, slowly, into a continent, a vast expanse with mountains of muscle, rivers of sweat and the sweet, scented herbage of Tom’s breast, Luke’s fingers exploring the nooks and crannies of this body which was so familiar yet which had always also felt startlingly new, and which was now becoming what it had always symbolized to him: the epitome of a power that had nothing to do with violence or intimidation and that he would have called pure masculinity if he hadn’t known that it was beyond gender, too. It was that sense of ultimate humanity that, for Luke, was embodied in this gentle behemoth who kept growing underneath him, muscles inflating, swelling, thickening, pound after pound after pound after pound, so vast that Luke knew he’d never be able fully to understand it, amazed that he didn’t even need to possess it because Tom was giving it to him, had been giving it to him, for all these years, freely and happily, as if he deserved it, and he felt himself being pulled even closer to him, wrapped in the most muscular embrace he or anyone else could imagine, his tongue still caressing and being caressed, their sweat mingling as they started to come, come together, come forever, forever it seemed, in love forever and forever strong.

Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3688-packmates-werewolf-muscle-growth-part-1/ Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3689-packmates-part-2/ Part 3: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3691-packmates-part-3/ Part 4: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4032-packmates-part-4/ At 3 o'clock the next morning I still hadn't gotten to sleep. Snow, Bruak, Ragnar and Logan were all laying with me but they'd managed to nod off. I couldn't shake what had happened out of my head, I was in a war. Suddenly there was a knock on the door before it was opened and closed loudly. Ragnar didn't wake but Snow and I did so we went to investigate. "Help us please!" cried a croaky African voice as we got to the main hallway and found two men stumbling down it. One was bleeding all over the place and the over was dragging him. Immediately I rushed over and began to help him, using the healing magic Miranda had taught me as Snow dashed off to find her. The wound was very deep, he'd almost been cut in half and he was losing a lot of blood. I ripped off my shirt and began to wrap the wound I then instructed everyone who had gathered to do the same. I was hoping to staunch the bleeding and buy the guy some time whilst we waited for Miranda. He was breathing but very weakly and I didn't know if he would make it. "Please, you have to save him... I-I don't want-" "It'll be okay" I assured. "Out of the way Layton, I'll take it from here!" cried Miramda as she sprinted down the corridor holding some kind of crystal in here hand. I immediately backed away and allowed her to approach just as Asad appeared. "Winston! Arthur?" he called as he broke through the circle of on-lookers. The uninjured man immediately grabbed him in a hug and began to shake slightly. "It'll be okay Winston" he said softly as tears began to brim in his eyes as he saw Arthur's wounds. An hour later I was sitting in the kitchen making tea for Asad and Winston - who had finally stopped crying. I couldn't think of anything to say, from what little we got from Winston we found out that their entire werelion Pack had been killed, the Mutts had managed to blow up their car just as they were leaving the airport. The only reason Winston and Arty had managed to escape was because they'd been shoved out of the way by their Alpha. We still didn't know how Arty had been injured because Winston had been too upset to say. We sat in silence for awhile before Ragnar eventually came. He hugged us all tightly and took Asad away, leaving me with Winston. I managed to convince him to get some sleep, so I took him to the American's section and spent the night with him and two men called Chad and Chuck who had offered us their bed. There was a very somber mood the next morning, after our run we found out that Arthur had survived the night, but there had been no word from the werelions and they were presumed to be dead. We went about our business as usual, training and eating but when the evening came everyone's spirits were so low that we barely ate. Seeing how down everyone was Ragnar got us all to get changed into something comfy and return to the main hall. When we got there there were sofas and comfortable seats for everyone, blankets, food and a warm fire. "We've all been pretty shaken by the news of the loss of our brethren. I want us all to be together at this time, to comfort each other and prepare for what is to come" said Ragnar as he walked towards us. We all moved into the hall and began to fill up the space, we shared seats with each other, lay down together and began to talk. Everyone let out their anxieties and their grief, our thoughts of what might happen and what we hoped we would achieve. After and hour or so there was a knock at the door and Arthur entered the room. He was in a wheelchair and Miranda was pushing him, he didn't seem to be in any pain but his wound still hadn't completely healed. A green salve had been rubbed all over it and was now drying, it smelled pretty awful but no-one cared as we all gathered around him to greet him, Winston had immediately ran over and had kissed him before taking control of the wheelchair from Miranda. Ragnar then led the two of them over to where he was sitting and gave them space besides him "I'm glad you're okay Arty" he said softly as he put his hand on his shoulder and kissed him on the head. Arty just nodded, he hadn't said a word since the accident but Miranda had said it was just due to the shock of almost being cut in half. That night I don't know if I ever saw Asad. After losing his Pack he had become reclusive and kept to himself, Winston and Arty handled the news better because they had each other but we still didn't know what we were going to do with the last three werelions in existence... That night as I lie awake, surrounded by my slumbering pack I decided to do something useful with my sleeplessness. I used my short ranged teleport spell to hop between the sleeping wolves towards the exit and then through the door. I didn't hear anyone stir so I assumed I'd gotten away unnoticed. I went to the library - which had thankfully remained at a normal size - so that I could study. I found a book about werewolf anatomy and began to read, perched in the cushioned window alcove with a warm fur blanket wrapped around myself. I was studying werewolves as I wanted to know exactly what I was becoming. As I neared the end of the book I heard footsteps approaching. My childish instincts kicked in and I turned off my reading light and pulled the curtains over the window before teleporting to the small space behind one of the armchairs. I didn't feel scared, in fact I felt excited as I caught a glimpse of feet. I hadn't been noticed yet and the urge to leap out at the visitor was becoming stronger. They approached a bookshelf near me and scanned one of the rows before plucking a book out and promptly leaving. I knew it had come from the advanced magic section so I was curious as to who else had decided to stay up for a late night study session. I followed them silently along the corridors, using what I'd learned from living with Ragnar to sneak around. They turned into one of the living rooms in the American wing. Knowing that it'd be empty I decided to go into the room next to it as I could hear voices as they entered. Pressing my ear against the wall and attempting to use some of my werewolf characteristics that I had obtained from my first bite I listened in to their conversation. "He doesn't know yet, only the circle do. The ritual should go off without a hitch but he might not like the results and if he does then we're going to have to deal with an angry Demi-God whenever something bad happens" said one of the voices. I quickly processed what they were talking about and realised that it was me. "Well I'd prefer it if Hircine just took over. Layton's just weak" spat one of them. "Hmmph of all the people Ragnar has to choose from it makes you wonder why he chose him, a light breeze'd probably push him over and we're meant to bend over and submit to him in the middle of a war? We need strong leaders not some stuck up Oxford brat who probably can't even lift a sword." muttered another. "Well he's still human... If he were to accidentally fall... No maybe that's going too far" said a more familiar voice. I didn't listen to anymore, I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes and I didn't want to risk getting caught so I put the glass down and crept into the hallway. I cast a muffling spell and then ran along it to the grove. I knew it wouldn't be cold as it had been enchanted to stay humid in order for the exotic plants within to survive. I walked over to the padded arbor and curled up in it. I'd never been able to handle people talking about me behind my back, it made me so angry. I could feel tears streaming down my face, hot from my burning rage. It was then I realised that I was sweating too, my body getting incredibly hot all of a sudden. Then alI I could feel was a searing pain all over my body. I saw a figure enter the grove but before I could cry out I blacked out from the pain. Buck In the morning I was feeling unexpectedly refreshed. The feeling of sleeping amongst everyone had made me feel at home. However when Ragnar's pile of men began to stir there was a sudden tension "Where's Layton?" called Ragnar as we all looked around. When there was no response we all jumped into action to find him. I followed Logan as I knew he'd be one of the first to find Layton. He crowded around a large stone door with Fenrir and Ragnar who then opened it. We all stepped inside and I was amazed to see a garden full of beautiful fauna and standing in one of the white arbors was a shimmering blue woman and a slumbering man. When the woman saw us enter she smiled and nodded at Ragnar before disappearing in a swirl of leaves. Ragnar and the rest of us then immediately paced over to the man. I didn't recognise him at first He was at least seven foot and about as broad as the arbor he lay in, a day old beard had grown around his chiseled jaw and his jogging bottoms had torn and fallen off him. "Layton?" questioned Ragnar as the figure opened his eyes "what happened?" "I-I don't know," he mumbled as he curled up against the arbor and seemed to realise that he was much bigger than before "what happened to me?" "I don't know right now, c'mon lets get you inside" Ragnar said soothingly as he helped Layton to stand. His trousers barely held on to his waist and everyone could see that he had clearly grown in all aspects. However it was hard to find his godly muscles attractive as he looked incredibly pale and sickly. Ragnar ordered everyone back inside and then Logan took all of us on the morning run. Though we took a shorter route as everyone wanted to get back as quickly as possible to make sure Layton was okay. Logan When we returned the Grove was locked and Bruak was guarding the steps to Ragnar's room. When I approached he stepped in front of the stairs, blocking them out completely with his enormous green bulk. "Sorry, no interruptions. Ragnar's orders" "Is he okay?" I asked, still moving towards him. Bruak put his hand on my shoulder, his thick digits were about the site of a baby's arm. "He's going to be alright, now run along before I make you" he teased as he grinned down at me from behind his enormous muscular gut and bed-sized pecs. Growling I walked off, not wanting to seem intimidated, for if I wanted to get past him badly enough I knew he wouldn't stop me. Though it'd certainly be hard. "See you tonight then I suppose, I hope Snow share's his food" I taunted, grinning back at him. "Heh, I've hope you've tasted Orc before. Wouldn't want to break you little guy" he replied. "I'll get him back for that later" I thought to myself as I walked back towards the main hall where Breakfast was being served. "Yo Fen" I cried as I swaggered towards him and the other Alpha's (who were overseeing the hall). I stood next to him but he still towered above me. "You know what's going on with Layton?" I questioned. "Keep your voice down dumbass, you'll find out later. Now sit down and eat" he growled. I went to take some food off of his plate but he grabbed my hand "don't even think about it" I went and sat with the British Pack members, I hadn't really met any of them but I was trying to work my way around the Pack and they knew Layton best so I could find out about him too. That night I walked back up to Bruak's watch post, this time he smiled and let me past. He slapped me on my ass as I passed, making me grin and get slightly aroused. When I got to Layton's room I was sporting a full on boner, luckily no-one inside paid any attention. "Logan, come here" ordered Ragnar from his seat next to Layton. I darted over and looked down at the bed, some colour had returned to Layton but it was hard to tell as there were hundreds of intricate silver tattoos all over him. "He's finally ready" said Ragnar as he stroked Layton's head. I couldn't hold back my smile, I didn't care about Layton becoming a Demi-God, he was becoming a werewolf and that's all I cared about. "When will we perform the ceremony?" I questioned, knowing it'd have to be soon. "At dawn, it should take all day" replied Ragnar. "Go and tell everyone to prepare. Their new Alpha is coming" Layton I woke up feeling heavy, I could barely lift my head and my body was numb almost as if it wasn't mine. "Layton?" I strained my head to the side and saw Ragnar looking down at me, smiling broadly. I attempted to move to hug him and found that I suddenly flung myself at him. Catching him off guard "W-what happened to me?" I asked, holding him tightly and resting against him. "It's okay, you just passed out. Your body started to adapt too, we think you might've gone through 'blood fever'. It's when a werewolf with only wolf blood experiences extreme pain via emotion or physical injury and so it's body adapts to defend against it" explained Ragnar. I understood what he had said and knew what he was about to ask "I wasn't hurt" I stated as he began to hug me back. "What, or who got you so riled up then?" he asked, Ragnar his voice dripping with concern so much that I almost didn't notice the anger. "Just... The usual crap. It doesn't -" "Cub, blood fever is dangerous. You need to tell me everything" replied Ragnar. I pulled away from him and nodded, before letting him know what had happened. "Well after the ritual you can deal with them how you please. Just know that I chose you because of your heart, your kindness. I don't care about anything else." he replied, kissing me and crawling into bed with me. "You're going to become a werewolf at Dawn..." I smiled nervously "Will I be okay?" "Well look at yourself, you'll be fine" I looked down and saw my godly body, it was covered in tattoos and patterns made out of some kind of salve. I recognised them from the book I had read last night. I felt more at ease and began to smile, I was finally going to be a true part of the Pack. The ceremony took place outside in the larger garden. I was lying on some kind of stone altar and everyone was kneeling around it, they all had similar tattoos on their chests (they were all naked) but no where near as many as me. Ragnar stood above me in his wolf form. "Brothers and Sisters of the Pack please join me in the blood pact for the coronation of our new Alpha and the conduit for Lord Hircine. Everyone began to speak some kind of pledge but it was in a different tongue that I couldn't recognise. Suddenly their tattoos began to glow and slowly so did mine. "Layton, do you accept our gift?" asked Ragnar. "I do" I replied as o gazed into his eyes. "Do you accept the responsibilities of being an Alpha?" "I do" "Will you join your spirit with Hircine?" "I will" I replied, not fully aware of what I was getting into. "Then as Alpha, I shall impart to you our gift" replied Ragnar as he leant down and kissed me on the forehead before taking a huge bite out of my chest, the tattoos that used to cover it remained however like a spectral skeleton. I cried out in pain but I didn't black out as Ragnar began to lick the wound. Miranda then stepped up and placed a large silver crystal on my chest. "Hircine, we offer you this man to use for your survival. As Alpha he shall be in charge and you will aid him in anyway you can" she called out as the sun crept over the altar. The moon was still high in the sky and I could feel it beacon to me. After a few minutes the stone began to grow and my body began to reform, the wound completely closing up and leaving a crescent scar. An hour later the stone stopped glowing and my body began to tingle as small dark silver hairs began to sprout all over my rapidly expanding body. When the sensation finally stopped Ragnar helped me off the altar and I looked down at the Pack, realising slowly that Ragnar and I were at least thirty feet tall. "All rise for your new Alpha" called out Ragnar. Our Pack immediately obeyed, I smiled at them all and heard Ragnar whisper "Roar" I felt something stir inside me and it forced upwards, I let out an ear splitting roar and eighty percent of our Pack immediately lay down and bowed. "Now the rest of you will fight him" said Ragnar grinning. He then turned to me and kissed me passionately before saying "You'll have to shrink back down though" I grinned at him and we slowly shrunk back down to a more suitable height for brawling. "Beat Layton and you'll become Alpha instead. Though if you lose he'll put you in your place" said Ragnar as he sat down on the stone altar. He then started pointing at the Pack members who were still standing one by one and ordering us to fight. I barely had to try to beat them until I was pitted against an Alpha. Angus and Alpha were the hardest to beat but they only required about half my actual strength. Logan on the other hand was a lot stronger than I thought. For such a small guy he certainly was strong, I almost thought I was going to lose to him as his epic biceps flared up around me as he attempted to tackle me. I held my ground however and soon I had him pinned. Snow and Bruak were just as hard, though Bruak's extra weight made him slightly harder. Though it made him so much more comfortable when I had him pinned to the floor. After two hours my only opponent was now Ragnar. He grinned at me and stood up "Now this fight is optional, it just determines who's dominant in our relationship" he explained. "Think you can beat me then?" I taunted, moving closer to him. "Oh I'm sure of it" he replied, stepping even closer and touching my arm. "Go for it" We began to wrestle and scrap with each other. He was stronger than I'd ever imagined, I was pushed to the limit trying to beat him. Though he was also baring his teeth and snarling a lot and soon it was getting to me. His overwhelming dominance, his masculine scent and powerful body was beginning to make me feel submissive. "I knew it Hircine, I've surpassed you" he whispered, as I felt myself give up. "Heh, now I get to really let loose on you, cub" Ragnar flirted as he bared down on me. The rest of the Pack were all submitting to Ragnar along with me. We both began to grow back to our maximum size, our sweaty bulging muscles rubbing against each other as I felt his now building-sized cock brush against my eager hole. As he entered me my senses heightened and I cried out in intense pleasure as he began to fuck me. Every thrust making the ground shake, his feet pushing themselves into the dirt. The other Pack members were all drunk with lust watching their godly Alpha's mate. After what seemed like I year I felt Ragnar release a lake of cum into me, it's warmth filling me up. I was shooting all over his chest and as he stood back up he licked it off his hand and watched as I used his cum to expand even more until I blocked out the sun from the entire Pack. "Now Layton, you get to fuck everybody else. Go wild" I now realised why the ritual would take all day. As the sun set I strutted over to Bruak. He immediately began to lick Snow's cum off my bulging pecs so I held his head against them and began grinding on his stomach. "Hope you're ready Bru, I could still go for another hour or two." I grunted as he tweaked my engorged nipple. The I slowly lifted him up until he hovered above my eight foot cock. As I impaled him he let out a war cry and began to clench my cock with his right ass, pumping it and getting me even more horned up. My cock swelled within him as he continued to lick my chest and armpits, burying his face in my hairy cleavage. When I was finally finished he was still cumming gallons. The rest of the Pack were either sleeping, passed out or growing from my cum. "Impressive cub, didn't know you were such a dom" called Ragnar as we embraced. "Might just let you have a go with me" he teased before grabbing my ass.

This is a completely needless Part II to this story: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3119-it-started-with-something-small/ It's intended to kick off just as that story ends. Short review. Eric bought a curse from local pothead/curse dealer Tommy and cursed Kevin, with some pretty spectacular results. But as it turns out curses are hard things to shut off once they get running. It Started with Something Small: Epilogue As for Eric, well, he didn’t hate Kevin any more. He could never quite shake the scent of the guy, and the sight of that massive cock and those throbbing balls from his head, but he did get back together with his ex-girlfriend eventually. It didn’t last. She dumped him again. And it was right in that angry moment after he’d been dumped, again, that Daniel walked by, dressed in shorts and a tank top and sweating after a long run, and called him a Loser Weiner Dog … It Started with Something Small: Part II Eric snarled and the words were out of his mouth before he even had time to think about them: “We can’t all be a fricking alpha dog like you,” Three things happened. Eric felt a distinctive click, as if something had fallen into place and he knew that on some level the curse had been activated. Daniel, who looked completely bemused, changed. He didn’t turn into a dog. But his hair, short and buzzed around the sides, grew out a little. As if the hair cut that he had got three days ago had happened a month ago. It made his dark brown hair look longer and shaggy. A five-o-clock shadow formed on his formerly clean-shaven face. The changes slid progressively down the rest of his body. The hair in his armpits got a little denser and a little longer. Daniel wasn’t muscular, but he jogged and spent enough time in the gym to stay toned. Now, everything got just a little bit thicker; as if he had added ten pounds to his bench and a few more pounds to his curls. Within his shorts there was a distinct shifting, and Daniel pawed at himself absently, but what exactly was going on there, Eric couldn’t tell. Finally, Daniel smiled at him and Eric could see his canine teeth lengthen ever so slightly. It was at that moment, and the wry smile from Daniel was the give away, that the third thing happened; Eric realized that Daniel hadn’t been talking to him at all but to a weiner dog on the other side of him that was eating somebody’s homework. Daniel shooed it away from the book and it waddled off in search of more trouble. Daniel shook his head, “Weiner dogs. I hate those bastards. They’re always wrecking havoc,” then he looked at Eric and laughed. “So I’m an alpha dog eh? Well, thanks man. I do what I can.” He gave Eric an appraising look. “You break up with Sandra again? You gotta watch that lashing out, man.” And then he gave Eric a slap on the back and jogged off. “I’ll see you in calculus!” Eric watched him go—tight, slightly bigger glutes, sliding back and forth in his shorts—and then thought, “Well, fuck. I better tell Tommy about this.” Tommy was not amused. It didn’t help that he’d been sleeping one off when Eric banged on his door looking for help. He sloshed water over his face, downed a Coke to get some sugar into his body, cracked his neck, and then pointed directly at Eric, “You, my friend, have anger management issues.” Eric didn’t think this was entirely fair. “I didn’t mean to do it! I thought the curse was done!” “A curse isn’t like a light switch that you turn on and off. When you curse someone else it sticks to you too. And in your case you’re such a bundle of anger, frustration, and unresolved sexual issues that you’re just feeding it. And Daniel, who’s a straight up guy, by the way, innocently walked right into that.” Eric hung his head in shame: “He’s not going to turn into a dog is he?” “Ugh,” Tommy shook his head. “No. No fricking furries. But you triggered something.” He grumbled and walked over to a book shelf that looked like it contained a tumbled mix of textbooks, sci-fi books and foot-thick tomes that looked like they had been printed personally by Gutenberg. Throwing back another Coke, Tommy thumbed through the book, ignoring Eric. Eric sat down, or rather sunk into, the punched sofa. In front of him, the coffee table was covered with books, bongs, empty glasses and what looked like a dozen test tubes full of glowing liquid. “Touch nothing,” Tommy muttered without looking up. Finally, after ten minutes more of page thumbing by Tommy and studious non touching by Eric, Tommy slammed the book closed and cocked an eye at Eric. “Do you like Daniel?” Eric blinked. “We get along okay. We’re in a couple of classes together. Shared notes a couple of times.” “K. You should stay away from him. At least for a couple of days. You’re the trigger. If you keep clear there shouldn’t be any more impact. If you don’t keep clear. Well, there will be some impact.” And then he told Eric to get out.

Previous parts are here AFTER THAT NIGHT Part 5 “Why did you bring him along with us? There is barely enough space for you back there.” Corey asked as he noticed that the little guy sat on my lap, nearly engulfed by the enormity of my muscles. I could feel his little heart pounding inside his toned chest, but at the same time, he was feeling very safe hugging me. I must say it felt nice that my humongous new body was protective besides intimidating. “Don’t be rude like that, Corey. Tristan has just been through a very scary experience!” I smacked the back of his muscular bull neck, the loud sound and the redness of his skin taught him to be more respectful. Corey immediately regretted his latest comment “Sorry, Tristan, I just meant…” “It is okay…I can get a cab home if you stop the car.” He said timidly, but I squeezed him a bit tighter to reinsure that it was all right. “Do you really want to go now, Tristan?” I asked tenderly, although the tone of my voice was deep and very manly, I must admit. There was something changing inside me. I felt so calm, so confident. I thought I was confident and self-assured before, but it was just an illusion. I suddenly realized that size and the strength of my body served to a greater purpose, they made me feel stronger on the inside too. “Not really, I just feel so scared right now.” He hugged me tighter and although I could tell that he was being honest, despite the undeniable fact of his boner pressing against my abs. I just kissed his forehead and hugged him even more protectively. “Don’t worry, little guy, I’ll make sure you will never feel vulnerable again.” We would certainly be fucking in a matter of minutes, but it still felt really good to just be his hero in muscle armor. Corey gasped at surprise. “What are you talking about?” “I’m just making my part to a fairer world.” I grinned and flexed my humongous biceps, which soared so immensely that it pressed against the ceiling of Dwayne’s car. Tristan automatically hugged the base of such monstrosity with his both arm, but as I enjoyed this tender moment, I noticed something tickling the peak of my biceps. It was then I noticed that sometime during my flexing, my biceps peaked actually tore the metalwork and opened a freaking hole in the ceiling, making a loud noise which surprised all of us. “Holy crap…” Corey whispered as he noticed my latest achievement. “I just keep getting stronger…” I commented with a grin. Tristan just moaned and I knew he was about to cum, but I held his hard cock and squeezed it tight, to keep him from cumming. “Can you hold just a bit longer? We’re almost home…I need your juices to get even more powerful.” “Okay…I’ll try but h-how…can I even help you with that?” Tristan’s puzzled look was adorable. He had this boyish looks, his natural red short hair curly locks and those green eyes with the freckled face and shoulders, Tristan was the cross between Strawberry Shortcake and an action figure. He used to be on Lacrosse team in high school and all that running and outdoor exercising gave him a formidable 6-pack stomach and strong thighs, with skinny waist and a tight perfect shaped apple bottom. “Oh don’t worry, you will find out really soon.” I lifted him up to kiss his forehead and comforted him in my massive arms. “Thank you sir…” Tristan kissed my hairy cheekbones so sincerely that it made me blush. “I can’t believe it! You’ve turned into a fucking muscle bear!” Corey said as he devised our block at the end of the lane. “More like a really cute and super muscular Care Bear…my hero.” Tristan caressed the side of my face and rested his head on my chest, feeling the blond fur covering my chest. With all the events of the night, I forgot how much hairier I’ve gotten. “Maybe I should get used to all the fur…I mean wouldn’t it be a sin to get rid of all that manly coverage?” Tristan and Corey agreed vividly. That’s when I realized I had become the biggest, most handsome and muscular bear in the world. But I still wanted more, oh so much more! Meanwhile, back at the club, Kenny Chang loved the attention his augmented body gave him, and even though he wasn’t quite the dancer as Diego, his gymnastics background gave him great sense of rhythm to perform really well at the dancefloor. It did not take long until Kenny was making out with two hot guys who just used any excuse to grope the immense mounds of muscle on his incredible frame. Suddenly, he felt this huge hand gently squeezing the hardness of his massive shoulders. Kenny barely had time to turn over and felt someone kissing him very passionately, which he responded with the same enthusiasm, because he recognized that manly touch anywhere. “Hey you…” He said in a sensual tone, pretending to sound casual. “Damn, Kenny you’ve grown HUGE since I left!” Malcom Turner, the 6’3” 255 pounds former Tight End of our University’s team said as he admired the immensity of Chang’s new form. Malcom left the team at his senior year to play for one of the high ranked teams at NCAA, so he could get better chances to be drafted by NFL team. “Yeah, I guess I still had some growth left on me…” Chang said as he continued to dance around the taller athlete. Kenny had the biggest crush on Malcom, the epitome of hot African American muscular man. Broad shoulders, thick neck and powerful arms with uncanny strength, this dude would surely be drafted in the early rounds; he was made for breaking tackles! He had dreadlocks hanging just above his powerful shoulders dark chocolate skin tone, the most amazing white smile, and this natural swagger, an exuberant aura of confidence that got many guys and girls on their fours for this huge muscle stud. “What ever happened to you? This new look, the Mohawk, and I remember you were a lot shorter!” Malcom said still amazed by the transformation on the former gymnast. ““Yeah, I’ve been packing on the size, decided Gymnast is not for me...I’m a bigger, better and hotter man!” Kenny said as he flexed his humongous 24” guns to the shocked football player, which actually made him feel intimidated for a second. “Shit dude…you gotta try football then. With a body like yours, you will simply kill at defense!” Malcom said as placed his big paws on Kenny’s muscular butt and held the stone hard bottom with a loud groan. “Maybe I should join your team, so I don’t have to tackle you huh?” Kenny pulled him closer. After Malcom left, he felt miserable for a long time, but he finally understood that Turner only wanted booty-calls and nothing else. “Heh, you sure are one wall of muscle, dude!” Malcom said as he kissed Kenny, who simply lifted him from the ground and supported his weight and they to make out in another place. “Whoa…shit, I forgot how strong you are…Not used to be lifted like that…” Malcom said noticeably shocked and yet excited about these circumstances. “I only changed for the better. Don’t worry…” Kenny reassured him. “Funny thing that. I’ve got some friends who wanted to try a guy’s butt for the first time and you would be just perfect…wanna meet them?” Malcom still felt uneasy being lifted like that. “Just lead the way, buddy.” Kenny said as he placed Malcom on the ground and followed him to the bar, where he met his brawny hot friends. “Rob and Troy, this is my good friend Kenny Chang!” Malcom introduced the shorter but still massively muscular young man to the shocked football players. “Hey Kenny, I’m Rob!” The 6’2” 215 pounds brown haired hunky guy said nearly drooling over the Asian muscle wonder. “Nice to meet you Rob.” Instead of shaking Rob’s hand, Kenny just led it to his huge right biceps and flexed them hard, and the guy just groped it. “I’m Troy…and damn you’re fucking huge! How much do you weigh?” The Samoan behemoth said at the top of his 6’7” and 330 pounds of brawn. “Well, just a tad under 300, you’re still the heaviest guy here…” Kenny blinked at him. “Not with that quality, bro!” Malcom said as he tapped Troy’s hefty stomach to emphasize the defense liner still had lots of extra body fat on his bulk. They all laughed, but the footballers couldn’t take their eyes out of Kenny’s massive muscles. “So, you guys never fucked a man before huh? Well, I wanna change that right now!” Kenny said turning around to show his amazing muscular bubble butt, while Malcom just groped it with pride. “Oh yeah!” They said unison and headed to the back of the place while Turner produced one key to a privative elevator. “I am friends with the owner; he keeps this room for the VIP’s parties.” The hot guy said as they opened the door to a very well groomed room. There were comfortable couches and design furniture pieces. “You guys want something to drink?” Turner asked but when he saw Troy making out with Kenny while Rob already pressed his cock against Kenny’s butt he knew they did not need booze. So Malcom also ceased the opportunity to join the trio and the four of them were soon making out. “Shit….this guy is amazing!” Troy said as he managed to regain his breath. “I told ya…” Malcom chuckled as he resumed kissing Kenny. Kenny felt so powerful having all the taller guys feeling his strong huge muscles, despite the fact they were all taller and still very muscular themselves, these guys only had eyes for the immensity of Chang’s physique and he loved to flex and feel their strong hands groping him with such lust. Malcom took the lead and lowered Kenny’s pants, smacking the huge buttocks loudly and pushing the two humongous cheeks to expose the sweet man cherry to his friends. “This is the stuff, dudes…I’m telling ya!” The muscular footballer said as he inserted his own impressive 9 inches cock inside Kenny’s muscular butt with a great deal of effort, since it was so heavy and strong that it kept pushing the pecker out. However, the newcomers were actually more impressed with the size of the shorter guy’s cock. “Damn…he’s bigger than you Malcom…way bigger than you!” Rob said stroking his own dwarfed 7 inches cock while Troy gasped, reaching for his 8 and a half inches long, but almost as thick prick which made him look pretty impressive, or at least until seeing Kenny’s 13 inches cock growing fully hard at nearly 15 inches of manhood. “Don’t worry little dudes, I won’t be going after your holes… Rob get back there with Malcom and worship my butt and Troy, I wanna suck on your cock, buddy!” Kenny ordered and they simply felt the need to oblige him. For some reason, Kenny needed to taste Troy’s cum, and in a jolt of power, he simply lifted the guy from the floor and held him in his shoulders, stuffing his face into the cock while Troy’s head was lifted much closer to the ceiling. “Whoa… that guy is really strong!” Rob said feeling the hardness on Kenny’s butt. “What are you doing back there…fuck me the both of you, now!” Kenny ordered and the next thing Malcom and Rob realized, they were already penetrating the tight muscle butt, feeling each other’s cock rubbing down into the amazing sphincter. Kenny continued to suck on Troy’s cock and the bulky guy could barely speak, he never had anyone to handle his own weight like that, feeling so light and overpowered, all he could do was throwing his head back and surrender to the incredible pleasure. Malcom and Rob also felt that Kenny’s hole was the best thing they ever fucked, and they couldn’t hold for much longer, given the impressive pressure that muscular butt applied to their cocks. Troy, on the other hand felt like he was attached to an industrial milking machine. “Damn…it is too much…ohhh fuck!” Troy felt like his seed was being sucked out of his testicles rather than cumming down Kenny’s throat, but it still felt painfully amazing. Chang’s desire for cum augmented as he savored the samples from the huge Samoan guy. Malcom and Rob fucked the hole on the huge muscle guy with all their strength, it felt like trying to hump a hole into the mountain, so hard and so tight. Both of them screamed and moaned as their cocks reached the point of no return. Meanwhile, as Kenny’s body processed the powerful sample from Troy, his muscles grew denser, harder, thicker and stronger. At some point, both guys screamed, their cocks were stuck, they couldn’t pull out Kenny’s butt. Troy also screamed because he felt a second load leaving his testicles, and it was overwhelmingly pleasing. Kenny groaned as his hunger increased. His muscles bulged vivdly now, which scared his toppers, but the Chinese American monster only needed more. He continued to suck on Troy’s cock until it went completely dry again. “Fuck…look at him! He’s growing bigger!” Rob said as he tried to take his cock out of Kenny’s super strong butt grip, while Malcom punched the expanding back of Kenny in hopes of making him realize they were in pain right now. Kenny’s growth increased while he dropped Troy’s body, barely catching him at the last possible moment. The Samoan giant just moaned and laid limp on the floor. Then, while Kenny’s muscles grew even bigger than never, the mohawked muscle monster simply relaxed his anus and both guys slipped in a loud POP. “Shit…what’s the matter with you?” Rob asked totally freaked out, noticing the expanding proportions of the muscle freak. “There’s nothing wrong…I just need more muscle!” Kenny smiled and stepped closer to the guy, easily lifting him and the silent Malcom from the ground and holding them in a powerful hug. “You guys smell delicious, I wanna suck you both!” Kenny’s low tone was so manly and authoritarian. “Fuck yeah! Suck me…fuck I can’t hold any longer Kenny!” Malcom screamed at the top of his lungs while Rob just shook his head in despair. “Are you serious? This guy is gonna kill us!” He said trying to break free, but Kenny only laughed at that. “Come on, little dude…You really think I would hurt a cute skinny dude like you?” Kenny chuckled as he inserted the two cockheads into his mouth and sucked them both so intensely that both Malcom and Rob had no other choice but surrendering to the imperative needs of their immense muscle wonder. The combined loads of Malcom and Rob had an extraordinary effect over Kenny’s muscle growth, which just seemed to reach new levels of power. The bulging masses produced loud sounds of something stretching, the bones cracked and healed almost immediately to accommodate wider, larger masses of muscle, while the frame continued to expand. The footballers’ samples provided so much muscle information to Kenny’s DNA that his body changed into a completely new area. His anatomy no longer seemed human, it was just a handsome creation of some wicked sci-fi novel. Immensely thick, powerful and gargantuan new fibers of muscle developed and replaced their humbler predecessors, while Kenny’s muscles increased in girth and width. His body grew taller as well, but it was his muscular augmentation the most epic feature. The strength and width of his shoulders and the massive size of his thighs, biceps, calves, butt and overall inhumanly gargantuan muscles continued to grow as he savored the cum of his two worshippers. Kenny’s mind was lost in the powerful feeling of growth, but something inside him suddenly woke up. He knew suddenly knew the answers for the questions they have been afraid to answer in the last couple of days. Kenny looked down at the shocked guys gawking at him. He grew so much taller than the skinny dudes, but his muscles augmented not just proportionally, they actually increased in girth and volume, which made him look even more gargantuan. They drank on the size of his deltoids, shoulders and the massively huge neck of him made his head look smaller than it really was, but the monstrous chest, the uncanny 12 bulging muscle knots of his washboard abdomen, the glorious immensity of his veined biceps and the shocking size of his thighs increased by the powerful hugeness of his calves, added to the epic throbbing piece of manhood between them. Chang just smiled and hugged the three big men at once, lifting them from the ground and kissing each mouth feverishly. “Thank you so much for your help. Now I need you to go home and get along with your lives.” Chang said very slowly, feeling the instinct to be brutally honest with his donators. He placed them at the ground, waiting for some kind of question, but Rob Malcom and Troy just smiled back at him. “You are welcome.” They said in unison and started gathering their clothes to leave. “That was easy…” Kenny chuckled as he noticed his little friends leaving the room. The humongous naked muscle monster realized he had to maneuver the immensity of his physique to get out of the room without ripping the fucking wall. After ducking and turning aside, he made through the wide door without destroying it. “I gotta find the others!” The humongous Chang knew what to do, but he could not deny the fact that of his immensely huge and super wide shoulders now rubbed against the opposite walls in the hallways of that building. Although Diego left the house the previous evening feeling sure that he had the biggest, hottest and most desirable body among us, he could not help but feeling everyone at that stupid club seemed to be more shocked to the sheer immensity of Kenny’s bulking muscles, and just because he had 5 pounds on him! Truth to be told, Kenny turned into a spectacle to the eyes. People don’t get to see very often hugely muscular Asian men parading their powerful physiques with such fierce looks. Added to the fact that our friend had that uncanny offseason looks on him, at the same time he also looked incredibly conditioned as well, added to the red phony Mohawk, the styled new goatee and his skimpy clothes the overall impact was positively astounding, which certainly granted him lots of admirers at the club. Diego eventually felt he was just being a jerk, after all Kenny was one of his best friends, when he noticed Kenny eventually left with that hot Malcom guy he ceased the opportunity to put his own amazing attributes to good use, and simply dominated on the dancefloor. The powerful movements his huge muscles provided to his flawless technique just hypnotized many guys as well, like Erik, the hot German volleyball player 6’5” of great athletic looks and this killer smile. Diego loved to be topped by taller men, and he particularly enjoyed the fact his muscles now were much bigger and stronger than those on the hot statuesque young man were. Diego and Erik were making out at the parking lot, the taller man’s lustful hands groped everything they could on the shorter but much more muscular man’s amazing physique. At some point, the shaggy haired volleyball player managed to break the kiss and gasped for air. “I’m sorry…I can’t keep up with you…” He said between breaths, and both of them laughed at that. “Sorry, big guy, I am really pumped up…” Diego brought his hands behind his massive neck and jutted his immense chest plates at the rhythm of the music inside the dance club. Erik’s eyes were dragged along with the pec-dance and his hands groped the incredibly hard muscle shelves. “What? Are you kidding me? You’re the huge guy here…I can’t believe the size of your muscles! You must be a professional bodybuilder!” Erik didn’t get tired of complimenting Diego’s amazing physique. “Heh, nah…I am only the hottest salsa dancer here…” Diego blushed. “You make huge guys look skinny…” Erik said in a lower tone. “That I do, skinny…” The kissing resumed, but this time Diego just lifted Erik from the floor and the taller man ceased the opportunity to cross his legs around the Cuban’s slim waist. The powerful thighs of Diego easily took them back to his car and they were soon ripping each other’s clothes off. “Fuck…your cock…it is…huge!” Erik gasped but Diego just silenced him. “Yeah, don’t freak out…I want yours inside me for now!” The uncanny muscular dancer chuckled as he got off his skintight pants and revealed his marvelous muscular bubble butt to the amazed taller guy. Erik took advantage of his taller stance and tried to squeeze his hard cock inside Diego’s hole, but he failed the three first attempts. “Shit…you’re so tight and firm…I don’t think I can push it in! There’s too much muscle!” Erik was as hard as he could be, but his decently sized 8 inches cock could not break the immense strength on Diego’s tight sphincter. The dancer rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Lay down on the ground!” He ordered and Erik knew he should not argue with the bigger man. He just laid on the concrete with his cock pointing to the sky and gulped as he noticed Diego’s huge muscular butt going slowly down on him. Diego used the power of his massive legs to squat over the hard cock, pressing his anus against the shaft and moaning as he managed to cram that mushroom head inside his hole, squeezing it tighter and sliding down with slow, controlled, perfect motions that made Erik’s eyes roll inside their orbits. “It feels like I am fucking a warm bronze statue!” Erik hissed as his cock got deeper into the muscular anus, which felt incredibly amazing for both of them. Diego replied by flexing his huge biceps and going all the way to the base of Erik’s cock, without ever resting too much of his weight over the weaker taller man. Erik hissed and managed to use his long strong legs to pump his cock inside the Cuban muscle wonder in fast movements, but at that point, he realized he was not the one in charge. “Don’t worry babe. Let me teach you a thing or two about fucking…” The Cuban wonder chuckled and shook his butt in sensual fast movement that made Erik scream out of pleasure. Diego pretty much turned Erik into a live dildo, he played with him as it pleased him, squeezing and shaking his muscular butt around that cock with masterful skills while the volleyball player moaned and groaned, tortured in the most delicious and sensual ways. Diego gave that volleyball player the best fuck of his life, going all the way down with the shake of his amazing money-maker. Erik just rolled his eyes and managed to endure as Diego went down on his cock with eager, making loud noises as his hardest body bumped against Erik’s loins. “Oh God…I can’t…hold…” Erik’s body was all red and he just felt the uncontrollable urge to cum overtaking him. Diego knew that his topper would not last long; he felt this urge, so he immediately unplugged his butt from the cock and replaced it by his mouth, going down on the shaft exactly as Erik screamed and released his own torrent down the dancer’s throat. My Cuban muscular friend enjoyed the fresh taste of cum and sucked it with hunger, which made Erik groan even louder. “Oh…please!” Erik felt like that guy was sucking his very soul out of his body, he even punched the steel hard back of the Cuban muscle man, who continued to suck on every single drop, to the point Erik nearly passed out, his cock going completely dry. Following the same patterns of the previous events, Diego’s body fed on the DNA provided by the hookup. He just stroked Erik’s cock with his free hand. His muscles grew much denser within seconds, his body augmented as the beautiful skin tone of the Cuban dancer covered new layers of more muscle, and this time his body seemed to be growing taller than before, augmenting more mass into the already shocking physique. Erik realized something else was happening, which got his member go harder again, and the salsa instructor ceased this moment to get it back inside his incredible butt. Erik felt the very buttocks on Diego squeezing his cock even harder, and it sent him back into Cloud 9. “Damn…what is happening to you?” Erik asked much marveled to the sensation of having a man growing bigger around his cock. “I am growing muchacho…” Diego’s own moans increased as his chest expanded, his arms grew more muscular and his definition increased tremendously. His biceps grew even more veined and bulged bigger by the second, his thighs widened and thickened by the second. He squeezed his nipples and flexed his biceps while kissing their soaring peaks, moving along with his monstrous growing legs and thickening calves. “Oh, it feels so good, babe…” Erik closed his eyes, his cock growing harder again. He managed to continue to fuck Diego’s hole in slow combined motions. They were both enjoying this uncanny feeling passionately. The Cuban dancer instinctively knew he had to squeeze more cum out of this guy, and his butt shook even faster. “Shit…ohhhhh” It didn’t take long for Erik’s second load, which made Diego’s rate growth to increase, he packed more muscle within his expanding frame at each passing second. His growth accelerated and Diego was lost in the powerful aura of his augmentation, to the point that he ignored the guy underneath him and just let his expanding weight rest on poor Erik. “Fuck…Diego…oh shit you’re too fucking heavy! Please get off me, please!” He tried to get free but the expanding frame of the Cuban muscle monster was simply impossible to move! Erik kicked and screamed but Diego was totally lost in his intense growth to notice he was crushing the poor fellow underneath him. Erik thought this would be the end of him, he could no longer breathe with the huge body of Diego pressing his entire torso, something could break at any moment! Suddenly, the pressure was lifted from his chest and when he opened his eyes there was this IMMENSE muscular dude talking to him (although Erik couldn’t actually see his face, so much muscle on his chest). “Are you alright down there little guy?” The deep rumbling voice asked Erik, and the volleyball player stood up, noticing that even from the top of his 6’5” height, he could not reach the lower chest of the behemoth Asian that spoke to him. “Kenny? Is that YOU? But…you’re...fucking IMMENSE!” Erik replied recognizing the same faux Mohawk and the goatee on the head resting on top of the most amazing colossal muscle monster of all times. “It’s alright. Are you okay to get back home?” Kenny asked concerned with the fact his friend nearly crushed a guy while he was growing. “I am…better now…what happened to Diego?” Erik asked feeling his legs wobbly. “He’s alright, he just going through some growth trance…it happens to us now.” “How come you guys keep getting bigger?” Erik asked forgetting about the pain on his chest. “Don’t have time to explain now…Diego’s coming around…” Kenny pointed to the huge Cuban muscle monster, whose moaning seemed to subside now. The even more monstrous Asian dude just chuckled and placed the relatively smaller but still incredibly massive Cuban muscle monster back on the ground and the moaning muscle freak seemed to regain his consciousness. Erik noticed that Diego now should be at least two inches taller than him, but with so much muscle and strength cramped onto his new frame, his weight had to be astronomical, he was made of massively built muscle. Such amazing fact only made Erik wonder how much Kenny should be weighing now, since he looked tremendously bigger than Diego. “Kenny! Shit I was worried about you…the weirdest thing just happened to me…” Diego gulped as he saw the humongous body of his best friend and hugged him with renewed enthusiasm, barely noticing that he had also grown tremendously within the last minutes. “I know.” Kenny replied and Diego realized he knew exactly what he meant. “What is happening here? Why are you two so fucking ginormous?” The volleyball player asked in disbelief. Diego and Kenny exchanged looks for a few seconds, after which the Cuban dancer just approached and carefully placed his huge paw on Erik’s shoulder and instructed the shocked shaggy haired German young man. “Erik, I want you to go to your home and wait for me to call you.” “Okay , bye Diego. I’ll talk to you later. ” Erik replied at once and walked towards his car. Diego looked up at Kenny, proud of his latest deed. “It worked…” He whispered and the even bigger muscle monster nodded. “You should have told Erik to just keep on with his life. That’s what I did to my guys, they were pretty scared when I practically devoured them.” Kenny’s voice sounded grave. “I know, the growth was so intense…you think Benny and Corey went through the same thing?” Diego asked his mountainous friend. “Not yet, Corey is still scared as shit but Kenny is getting closer.” The phenomenal muscle freak replied. Diego nodded. “Should we go after them?” Kenny grinned. “Let’s run! I bet with these new muscles, we can beat them to the place!” The two-behemoth muscle beings just launched their glorious bodies, their heavy bodies created indentations at the asphalt as their immense physiques moved towards their destination. Corey parked the car just when two fast figures passed right at our side. “Who are them?” Tristan asked hugging me tighter. “Don’t worry they are our friends.” I said before placing Tristan back at the seat. Corey and I were shocked to see Kenny and Diego grinning at us, each one exulted in power and strength. I got out of Dwayne’s car and stood proud, realizing that despite the fact both were noticeably bigger than me, they were still my best friends. “It seems you guys had you fair share of growth too…” I chuckled looking up at Diego with Kenny towering over the both of us as a monster among monsters, and their hard throbbing massive cocks were just aching to release their juices, just as mine. “You guys look amazing too. Diego and I had real muscles to begin with, so our bodies are more used to grow.” Kenny explained as he looked at the shocked Corey. “You just need to let go of this fear man…we are the luckiest motherfuckers in the universe. It’s time for you to accept it and just be whatever you need to be. Look at Benny, the gym bunny turned into a freaking muscle bear!” Diego pointed out as he hugged me with enthusiasm. Corey considered the idea and nodded. “Fuck yeah…I am tired of being the shortest and skinniest around here!” “You two seem weird, though. Is something wrong?” I looked at their faces, noticing they had gone into some kind of breakthrough. “I think they figured it out…” Corey said as he hugged Diego and the guy lifted him up like a toddler, while Kenny approached me. “We need to grow. You have gathered powerful samples and your juices will share the wonders with the rest of us. The same is valid for every single one of us. When we exchange cum we’ll get much bigger and better than before.” Chang explained to me, although he knew I already could tell that part. “Yeah, I have some goodness on me…but you guys had a whole buffet of muscle and I want my share!” I chuckled. “Don’t worry, Benny, you will be amazing with all the muscle Kenny has gathered!” Diego slapped my butt. “What about the little guy over there?” Corey pointed at the shocked Tristan, who was trying really hard not to cum at the sight of the most powerful beings on Earth. I just turned around and lifted the red haired guy with pride. “I saved Tristan from a couple of disgusting little haters. He was scared as shit, but look at him so cute. Look at his tight lean body, I bet he has amazing gifts for us, and let’s not forget Dwayne. I phoned him and asked to bring food; we’ll need lots of food to keep growing.” I affirmed. “They are welcome, we’ll need more samples, a lot more.” Kenny said flexing his giant arm and when I placed my hand on top of his biceps, we both knew it felt so good. “I know. I want to get so much bigger, I just wanted to figure out why…” “Because they need us to get more powerful” Kenny spoke gently, but I still felt it was creepy. “Okay…somebody better get me this growth juice you two were having right now.” I said and followed the even bigger muscle freaks to my penthouse apartment. I wanted to grow much bigger, I felt inside me, and Kenny probably knew that as well. There was something inside me ready to awake, and I wanted to fully embrace it. End of part 5 To be continued

Yeah - this isn't really a "pure theft" story. Once I get this one wrapped up (and I do have an end point in mind), I have an idea for a different story that is more of a true theft story. ;-)

This. Was. Awesome.

Oh man. True, deep love getting rewarded by physical augmentation. The perfect man is transformed to be even more perfecter. You'd wish all the best for these two kind, loving people who'll be there for each other no matter what, and then that's exactly what happens. No matter where The Good Fairies came from, but you can only wish it to happen to anybody you love (and yourself, let's be honest ). A great read, would love to see who else The Good Fairies might pay a visit to.

I agree. When I wrote http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4469-the-good-fairies/, I also wanted to avoid any kind of alpha behavior from either of the two protagonists. (And yes, I know this website is about fantasy and not about actual events, so it's totally fine if alpha behavior, violence, domination, etc. get you off. It's just not my thing, and I like to see stories that are... well, let's say tender rather than rough.)

Part 13 Paul did know that the treatment was still working for him. His workout pump felt solid and he was ravenously hungry. He went back to the buffet place and lost track of how many plates of food he had eaten before the manager came up to his table. "Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," he quietly demanded. As Paul ate, he could feel himself get heavier and thicker and stronger and his shirt was beginning to rip at the seams. The continuing sense of power building in his body nearly turned to rage at the manager's rudeness, but Paul took a deep breath and asked, "Why?" "We can't have people stealing food," the manager replied. "I'm not stealing food. I'm eating it." The manager took a step back as he said, "I don't want to have to get the authorities involved." "What!?" Paul exclaimed and he noticed the staff watching their interaction from across the room. "Can I finish this plate before you throw me out?" Paul asked and began eating again. The manager just watched him as he finished. Paul was halfway down the block when one of the staff caught up to him with a couple unmarked containers. "Steak tips and chicken fingers," she explained. "You liked them both times you came in." And Paul then recognized that it was the same girl that called him 'ripped' the first time he went there. "Thanks, that'll help," Paul replied. "I could get you more. We throw out a lot of it," she offered. Paul was about to decline, but between him, Sasha and Robert, they might as well not let food go to waste. She took Paul's hesitance as agreement and held out a piece of paper. "Just text me and either me or my brother can run it out to you. I'm Berty." "Why?" Paul asked. "Huh?" Berty replied as it took her a second to understand Paul's question. "Oh, my boss is a dick, and you're pretty amazing to look at," she confessed with a giggle. "You don't see guys as big as me?" Paul teased. "Not up close." There were people walking around, but Paul offered, "Wanna feel my arm?" "Oh my god, yes!" Berty replied as she even hopped up and down in anticipation. Paul pulled up his sleeve and flexed his arm and Berty gasped and touched it quickly like it was gonna burn her. "You can grab it," Paul coaxed. "Oh my god, I have to get back," Berty exclaimed and she shoved the containers into Paul's hands and ran back to the restaurant. --- Between the manager pissing him off and Berty nearly worshipping him, Paul was flush with adrenaline and confidence. He couldn't just head home, so he decided to workout again. He hoped not to run into Marc again. He'd just be a distraction from the strong drive Paul had to go heavier than the last workout and then get back to eating. His shirt wasn't going to last through the pump, so he bought a 6XL shirt. It was definitely big on him, but not as ridiculous as it would have been just a week ago. "On that smaller trainer Don, it'd look like a dress," Paul thought. Since Paul's pants were already the biggest available and no longer baggy and more leg growth might get uncomfortable, he decided to follow something like the doctor's upper body workout. "Hey, Paul. Back for more so soon?" said Marc jokingly, because he at first thought Paul had just forgotten something in the locker room. "Yeah, I can't help myself," Paul replied as he headed to the gym floor. Marc was about to comment on the dangers of overtraining or joke how Paul went from having baggy pants to a baggy shirt, but he saw the intensity in Paul's eyes and knew to back off. "Let me know if you need anything," he called out. Paul started with a simple chest press, working up to four large plates, which he now noticed were 45 pounds each, on each side of the bar. He thought Marc had loaded up to three plates on each side, and this time he felt like he had to focus more on pushing and flexing the muscle, especially when he got to the ninth rep. He moved over to a row machine, and soon had six plates on each side of that. Chin ups were next. In a video online, he had seen a bodybuilder chain weight around his waist for that exercise, but Paul didn't know how to do that, so he went up to 25 reps in each set to really feel his arms and back working and pumping thick with blood. Next, at the squat cage, he loaded up two 45s on each side for overhead presses, then added 25s for each of the next two sets and a 10 for the last. Finally, he worked up to the whole stack for triceps push-downs. He knew his form wasn't great, but it felt good to max out the machine. Usually he didn't feel the growth kick in while he worked out, but he knew he was already more than pumped and a second circuit of the workout would need heavier weight. "I could go round again," he thought, "but I'll save my energy for some playtime with Sasha tonight." As he was heading to the locker room, he passed Marc and Don who stopped talking to stare at him. "Hey, Paul," Marc said as he followed Paul, "you mind if I see what your weight is?" Marc had Paul step on the scale in the locker room. "Damn, you're almost 280 pounds!" Marc exclaimed. Then he lowered his voice to ask, "Am I gonna grow like that?" "It was designed for me, so you'll probably grow a little slower, and I've been eating lots and resting this week before today." "Hey, a little slower is fine. This is insane!" Marc's excitement reminded Paul of Berty. "Actually, it might take a few days to kick in, so you could take it tonight," Paul realized. "Ok, no problem. Are you working out here again?" "Probably," Paul replied. "I'll be interested in seeing how you grow." Marc said, "I can't wait!" and nearly skipped out of the locker room. Paul started eating through the container of steak tips as he left the gym and looked forward to seeing Sasha. --- Marc went back to his cubicle and grabbed the dosed water bottle as Don entered behind him. "What did that guy give you?" Don demanded to know. "What? Nothing!" Marc replied as he clenched the water bottle in both hands. Don loved being in great shape, but he could never pack on the muscle. He never got the volume of clients that the more muscled trainers got, and never as much "tips". Don had thought it was odd that Marc got excited about that guy Paul's obviously amazing growth. Marc was too self-centered to be happy for someone else without it meaning something for him, Don thought. His suspicions led him to eavesdrop when Marc followed Paul to the locker room. Don wondered if they were going to have sex or something, because Marc was so uncharacteristically giddy. What he overheard was a bigger surprise. Don asked, "Did he give you that bottle? He said something about you taking something and growing." "Dude, don't tell anyone!" Marc retorted. "I'll keep your secret if you share. Besides, I booked him for you and you owe me a favor." Marc sometimes flirted too much and got clients too interested in him, and Don usually bailed him out and smoothed things over if the clients or the owner got upset. Marc always put off "paying back" Don, but that did not seem an option this time. "At least it's Don," Marc thought to himself. "He has no hope of out-growing me." After some complaining, Marc poured half the bottle into a cup and they drank their share down. --- Paul finished the last of the chicken as he returned home, but was still a little hungry. He texted Berty about getting more food the next day and included that his schedule was pretty open. She asked how much time it would take him to get there. Since he was close, she offered to have her "little brother" bring the food to him after their breakfast closed. Paul gave her his address and then ordered some 5XL clothes for next day delivery. Sasha came home as Paul came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, obviously still damp from a shower. "Oh, god, it feels good to be home." They hugged tight and kissed and neither of them could hide their growing passion. "I think I get it," Sasha admitted. "Even if you were an asshole like Robert, your body is incredibly irresistible." "Are you saying you'd do Robert?" Paul said with mock anger. "I'm apologizing," Sasha explained. "I can think of a few better ways to make it up to me," Paul said before they shared another kiss. Paul's towel fell to the floor, so Sasha gave a rushed strip tease to join him in the buff. They continued kissing and tried to feel every inch of the other's hard, bulging body for a few minutes before Sasha stopped to ask, "Are you hungry?" "Starving," Paul replied, so they made dinner, still naked, and after they ate Paul carried Sasha back to his bedroom. They spent the night making love. They both knew that the physical activity would trigger growth for both of them, but unlike before, that took a back seat to the closeness and pleasure and joy they found together. Paul woke up with Sasha straddling him, looking impressively big. He was dangling the tape measure for Paul to see. "Shall we see where we are now?" Sasha asked. As Paul got up and flexed for Sasha to measure him, he realized he felt sore for the first time in a long while. He still felt energized like he wanted to get another workout or two in that day, but that sore ache told him he'd be better off resting and eating, and would probably continue to grow even without the workout. Besides, he probably didn't have anything that now fit him except the large shirt he got yesterday. Sasha reported Paul's measurements amid various expletives: 22" arms, 18" forearms, 59" chest, 29.5" waist, 32" quads, 18" calves, 20" neck. Then Paul took his turn measuring Sasha, impressed with his gains: 20" arms, 16.5" forearms, 55.5" chest, 31" quads and a 31" waist, 17" calves, and 18" neck. "You gotta work on your legs," Sasha advised Paul. "That'll be tomorrow's workout," Paul promised. They soaped each other up in the shower and held hands through breakfast, and felt the ache of being disconnected as Sasha left for work. --- Paul did some house work and then had a second breakfast. He found some drawstring shorts that barely fit, and was working through his inbox when Berty texted that her brother Rense was on his way. A few minutes later, Paul opened the door to see a tall kid struggling with a large box of the familiar generic containers. Paul grabbed the box from him and was surprised that it felt to him like it was just filled with styrofoam. He brought it inside and could feel Rense staring at his back. "Woah," Rense said, still standing in the doorway. "My sister said you were big, but you're freakin' huge!" "Thanks. Do you want to come in? Should I give you a tip?" Paul asked. "Well, it is snowing a bit out there, and my sister will just think of some other errand to keep me busy, so I could hang out here a bit," Rense answered. "Actually, I'd love some advice on putting on some muscle." "Oh, yeah? Well," Paul began from the little knowledge that he had picked up, "the most important thing for a skinny guy is to eat." But then Paul froze as he realized he used the "skinny" word which he remembered hating. Rense simply nodded and then looked over at the box of food, "Looks like it's important for big guys, too." Paul laughed. "Yeah, do you want have some with me?" "No, I already ate breakfast," Rense replied. "So did I," Paul said as he opened up a few containers. "I guess I could have a couple silver-dollar pancakes," Rense admitted as Paul got two plates and silverware. "How about some eggs, too? Protein's important for building muscle." "Okay," Rense agreed as he watched Paul eating the food as he was also serving it. Rense had figured he brought enough food for a week, but he quickly realized that it might not last the day. Between bites, Paul asked Rense about himself and shared a bit of his own life story. Rense reminded Paul of himself, except with darker skin. He was tall and skinny and friendly and seemed a bit directionless. He was taking classes at a community college, but his dream was to be an actor. He auditioned, but usually felt like the ugly duckling. Paul thought he was cute, but he did have a fade-into-the-background, average body look. He did occasional workouts at home, but he hadn't noticed any improvement. When Rense refused more food, Paul offered him some water. The kitchen was open to the eating area, but Paul's back was wide enough that even if the kid was watching, he wouldn't have seen Paul carefully slice a bit into his finger and place a drop of blood into the glass of water he gave to Rense. Paul was still unsure what effect just a drop of his blood would have, but he figured it might be a fitting payment for the growth that Rense's delivery provided to him. To Paul's disappointment, Rense drank only half the glass before he said he should get back to his sister. Paul encouraged him to finish the glass, but Rense politely declined and left. --- Next, Paul called Robert, who was hobbling around his apartment and wearing a bed sheet as a toga. He had just ordered lunch and his neighbor was going to cook a very big dinner for him. "That's pretty generous of her," Paul commented. "Well, I gave her my credit card for the food, so I'm feeling pretty generous, too," Robert replied. Paul told Robert he'd call to check-in the next day, and then did some work while snacking on some more food containers. Later, his clothing delivery arrived and he was happy that everything fit a bit roomy, but then decided to place another order for 6XL clothes at regular shipping. Sasha came home late to find Paul sleeping on the couch. Well, like Robert, Paul now fit mostly on the couch. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty," Sasha cooed as he kissed Paul awake. "Hello, Prince Charming," Paul replied. Sasha eyed all the empty containers. "I see the dwarves have been busy." "Well, the gold doesn't mine itself," Paul quipped. Sasha looked Paul's even bigger body over. "You could have fooled me." Sasha felt his pulse quicken from the sight of Paul standing up and stretching and he reached for the glass of water on the table. "Woah, don't drink that," Paul warned. Sasha looked at the water and asked, "Why not?" as he began to suspect the reason. "Who's it for?" "It was for the brother who brought me all that food," Paul replied, indicating the empty containers. "But he only drank half of it?" Sasha guessed. Paul nodded. "Well, since this is something we're doing now, can I bring it to work for someone?" Sasha asked. "He used to be a good friend, but now I think he's too scared to talk to me. Getting big does have some downsides, I guess, but maybe we'd be friends again if he wasn't so small." "Are you doing this for him or for you?" Paul asked. "Both? Ok, I kinda assume that anyone would want to grow their muscles if it was easy, but I'll ask him before I give it to him." "Ok, and tell him something so he won't go tanning. We don't need another Robert." Sasha smiled and agreed, "No to Roberts. Maybe I'll tell him he's more at risk of cancer." "From the tanning," Paul prompted. "Yeah, from tanning, not in general. I don't think he tans, anyway. What did you tell the brother guy?" "Oh, I didn't really tell him anything," Paul realized, "but he's kinda dorky and he's black. Do they go tanning?" "Another built dork? You're not worried about the competition?" Sasha teased. "And, I think everyone can go tanning if they want to." "What competition? Besides, if you find someone better than me, he's mine," Paul joked back. Sasha couldn't resist joking about breakfast for dinner, but they reheated and split the remaining food from the buffet place and a couple protein shakes before spooning in bed and falling asleep.

Eric did two things. He shaved and he made damn sure he did not see Daniel later. So far he just had a little more hair on his stomach. He’d gained a few pounds too. His chest was a little thicker. His pants felt a little tighter and he felt an increased urge to go to the gym. But after watching Kevin blow himself up into an ape man at the gym, Eric was having none of that. No gyms. No Daniel. He would stick to that even if it meant … even if it meant never going to calculus again. As for Daniel, he did his calculus homework, had a beer, stripped off his clothes and called it a night. He woke up the next morning feeling fantastic. He’d doubled his run yesterday and still felt like he could run a marathon today. He slid a hand over his chin, debating whether to shave, trim or let things go. His hair was getting shaggy too but he wasn’t going to bother with that. He still hadn’t showered and when he pulled his arm back to run it through his hair he was greeted with a thick smell of male and sweat. He looked down at himself. His chest muscles were tight and dusted with a light covering of hair that got darker and thicker as it reached his belly button and then, getting longer ran in a line down to his crotch. A dense, dark coat of pubic hair sprouted along the centre of Daniel’s ball sack and then spread to cover his balls the pubic hair wasn’t long or straggly; instead it came in thick and closely packed and grew up and around his thick morning-glory hard cock. The tip of his cock head was just peaking out the lips of his thick foreskin with a bead of precum gracing the end of it. “Hmph,” Daniel peeled the foreskin back and ran his thumb across his cock head, dampening it with the pre-cum. The sensation was explosive and he felt his balls tighten up. He let the foreskin slid back into place and could feel ever movement as it covered his glans once more. He sat up in bed, supporting himself on his elbows, looked his cock and thought, “Didn’t I used to be cut?” The thought rolled around in his head as he got up, grabbed himself a glass of milk, some yogurt and then fished out a banana. He padded around his room naked, between the hair coating his balls and the foreskin around his cock he felt like he didn’t need any clothes. His room backed onto a ravine and he headed out to the balcony. It was still early morning and he could taste the freshness of the trees and the moss. The cool air seemed to caress his body rather than chill him. He wanted to move. He wanted to feel the dew of the forest on his body and the earth pounding under his feet. He wanted to feel his tight muscles loosen and move. He scratched at his balls, feeling the hair shift between his fingers and his skin. His hard on had gone down, the foreskin had slid protectively over his glans again, but his cock still felt thick and swayed heavily between his legs. Daniel looked left and then right. It was early. No one was up. He looked down. He knew from experience he could climb up to the balcony from the ground. He grinned, downed the milk, hefted himself effortlessly over the railing and landed below with barely a sound. In two strides he was into the bush and had found a running trail. *** Daniel was as good as his word. Eric opened up his e-mail to find a second batch of calculus notes. A message that read, “Hey, what the hell? Where have you been? Calculus! … Wanna go for a run? We should TOTALLY for a run.” Eric closed the e-mail and swallowed. A run sounded like a really good idea. He wanted to feel his heart pounding and his muscles working. He wanted to move. He wanted to hit the gym. It felt like his body was building up energy every day that he didn’t go; just waiting for release. He also wasn’t an idiot. He knew how this curse business worked by now. The more you went with it, the more it changed you. So the trick was to avoid Daniel and that at least wasn’t hard even if this wasn’t a big campus. Daniel smelled. He wasn’t pumping out testosterone the way Kevin had been. This was different. More subtle. It was sweat. Sweat from running, Eric wagered, but also sweat from a body always primed for action. It wasn’t rank. Daniel was clearly still showering … occasionally. But he wasn’t using deodorant so the scent that came from his body was entirely … him. Eric could pick out other smells now too. He knew it was a curse thing, but this he was willing to use; when he smelled Daniel coming, he got the hell of the area. He’d texted Tommy about all of this and got a muttered response, and some how Tommy managed to make a text sound like it was muttering, that he should give it up and just go for a run and that, “You’re going to have to pay a karmic differential on this anyway but it should be balanced out by mutual feelings of respect between you and the party cursed. You might as well just fuck and get it over with.” Eric texted back a halfhearted, “But I’m straight!” which got no reply what-so-ever. He scratched at the stubble on his chin. He had to shave twice a day to keep things in check now. Fuck. He wanted to go to the gym so badly.

Here is the first of a 3 part story that I have written. Parts 2 and 3 will be coming soon. Please let me know what you think. This was LA. This was Friday. This was his last chance... This was going to be the one....but little did Ray know that the interview he thought he was going to, had nothing to do with the ad he saw in the local newspaper. He had no idea that it was for much more than just a role in a new movie. It was for a life changing role that would embark him on a journey like no other. The man Ray would audition for was not a talent scout, not an actor, and had nothing to do with the movies at all. His name was Rob, and quite simply, he had invented a potion, if you will, that had a side effect that not only made a person change their appearance, but turned them into something inhuman...no superhuman and Rob had taken it himself only less than a week ago. But we'll get to Ray's story soon enough.... Professor Rob Wheeler was a college professor for chemistry at one of the local universities. He had his own private lab in a 2 story building that was all for him, his classes and his experiments. He had been working on a solution that would help injured sports players to recover faster and get back in the game almost immediately, thus lowering insurance costs for the university. He had an assistant, Cory - a jock from the football team, but last Friday, Cory had gone back home for spring break. On Sunday Rob had been tinkering with the formula or elixir as he liked to call it, trying to get all the parameters in sync and just when he thought he would never get all the elements to come together, the Cohesion Alarm went off on the computer and Rob yelled with joy as all the ingredients seemed to fall in line together. He ran a few more tests and found that the elixir would not be harmful to humans, but rather it seem to be the rejuvenator that he had hoped for. Since it was late as night and there was no one to be the guinea pig; he would have used Cory, who was always a willing participant, he decided that he would test it on himself; doing it in the name of science. He laughed at the over dramatic thought. After he drank it, everything seemed normal and he wasn't sure if it had worked. He went to the lunchroom and got out a yogurt from the fridge and he plopped himself down, somewhat moping in front of the computer in the lunchroom. He started surfing the web and realized he was really horny, so he decided to open his Tumblr account instead of looking at the soft voluptuous naked girls, he began to look at all the hot muscular naked guys that were on his dashboard. His breathing increased and he was starting to get more turned on than he had in months, but it was all due to the hot muscular jocks that he was looking at. Then he envisioned Cory, all buff and naked in the shower that he would use after coming from practice. Rob began to rub his crotch and moan, then, just before his cock hit its full hardness, Rob felt an intense pain and fire well up inside him, but this wasn't a normal pain, this pain ran through his entire body and it made him feel like he was slowly catching on fire, everywhere. It continued to increase as Rob screamed in agony. The pain was becoming more than he could take and he fell off his chair and curled up in a ball. Then Rob passed out. He woke up 3 hours later. When he got up, the pain was gone and instead he felt amazing. He noticed that some of the tables and chairs were all pushed up against the walls of the lunchroom. He got up, and in needing to take a huge leak, he went into the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, as his cock sprayed out what felt like a fire hose amount of piss. With his eyes still shut he flushed the urinal and turned around to splash some water on his face and that's when he looked in the mirror. What Rob saw, was not himself. He was looking at something that could only be seen to be believed. Staring back at him, he saw that the elixir turned him into a muscle monster. He was almost 7 feet tall and every single inch of him was blown so far out of normal proportions that he looked like he was even beyond what a superhero comic would like. Beside his enormously huge muscle, he was also the proud owner of an inhumanly huge cock that no one else in the world could possibly take and live to tell about. He stared at himself over 15 minutes, examining every inch of himself. He wasn't upset or dismayed over the result, instead it turned him on like nothing he had ever felt for inside at all. As he performed his self-examination his cock grew and grew until it spewed copious amounts of cum shattering the mirror and covering the bathroom. After his explosive orgasm, Rob collected himself and walked back into the lunchroom. He had to duck to turn almost sideways to fit through the doors. In the lunchroom, his clothes were nowhere to be found until Rob looked a little closer. All of his clothes, including his lab coat and even his shoes, had been shredded off of him as if they had honestly exploded off his body into very small shreds of material, since it looked like a blast radius from where he had been laying on the floor when he had passed out. No he knew what the tables and chairs were all pushed against the walls. His hunger was insane and even after he devoured all that he could get his hands on in the lunchroom, he called for 10 pizzas and paid for them via credit card, and left the instructions for the delivery guy to leave them in the foyer of the building so he would not have to show his new body to anyone just yet. but the thought did cross his mind, about grabbing the boy and shoving his huge cock deep in the boy's hot ass, to which he quickly discarded the thought, knowing quite well that he would end up killing the young man. After finally becoming satisfied with his hunger, Rob had a hard time thinking about anything else but his new humongous body. The thought of his experiment was put on the back burner as all day Sunday, he either worked out in the gym in the basement, to which there was no amount of weight that was a challenge to him, or he would spray room after room that he was in with huge amounts of cum. Every time he would cum his desires to fuck and to be worshipped increased. When those desires crept up on him, he would go back down to the gym and concentrate on anything else that he could. He had been naked the entire time, but as the night came the temperature dropped into the teens, he looked for something to cover his massive body up. He might as well have tried to cover up a Mack truck. Then he found some large drapery in one of the rooms and he used them like a toga. Even with all of his efforts to try and not let his hormones get the best of him, Rob would still have to jerk off and cum at least 8 times a day. Then on Tuesday night, when he had ordered 15 more pizzas he was losing the battle to control his hunger to fuck. When this pizza boy came to the door, Rob noticed he was a college jock that was one of his students. He played football and was a wrestler and he had an incredibly built body himself. His name was Jim and he was straight as arrow and dating one of the head cheerleaders. He was always talking about pussy and banging his girl in all different positions and places. As Jim dropped off the pizzas in the foyer, Rob stood in the shadows and watched the jock, waiting like a lion to pounce on its prey. Any reasoning for the boy was gone in his mind and only the will to fuck, cum and be worshipped was what Rob was now about. He could actually smell the testosterone omitting from the young man's body and his cock grew and covered itself with quarts of precum. Rob began to breathe even heavier and his body began to sweat. Since this was the first time he had been within talking distance to another human, Rob was about to find out just what was one of his special powers that his new body now possessed. When Jim walked into the foyer, he immediately knew that there was something different, something bizarre going on. Even though Jim couldn't see Rob, as he stayed in the shadows as much as possible, he could feel his presence. In fact it was a huge presence that was near him and it began to excite him. His mind started reeling about the gym, and the showers and they men there. He began to envision, the men having sex and it excited him even more. He could feel the horniness in him growing. Jim had no control over it and his body began to pulse with sexual excitement. The Jock dropped the pizza's on the floor and then stood up with a glazed look in his eyes. He began to inhale deeply as if inhaling a wonderful scent. He licked his lips and clinched his ass cheeks. A moan escaped his lips and he began to run his hands over his body and he tweaked his nipples through his Pizza Hut uniform. He again began to moan, even louder now, as he began to rub and manipulate his crotch as if he was extremely turned on. His cock started to ooze out precum and soak his boxers and a wet stain became evident on the front of his trousers. "Oh My God!!" was all the boy could say as the rush was completely over taking him and he took more of the most amazing smell he had ever felt. It was the pungent smell of Rob and his precum and cum soaked body as well as the musky smell of the cum soaked building that was taking over control of Jim. He didn’t even have the sight of the muscle god, Rob, to warrant his immediate and overwhelming desire for him. Jim began to undress himself until he was completely naked and jacking his cock feverishly, and he began to say quietly that he "needed" it. "I can't help it, I can smell you. I need you. Please. I can smell you. I need it. I need your body. Whatever it is or whatever you are I NEED YOUR COCK!! I NEED YOU IN ME!!! FUCK ME FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME" And then Jim began to cum and cum until he passed out and collapsed on the ground in the foyer. Rob walked further into the foyer and pick up the boy, and put him on a cot in one of the rooms and locked the door. He went back to his lab and sat on the floor, as no chair would hold him any longer. He took off the drapery toga and bent over, putting his 18 inch cock in his mouth and he sucked his own cock for a moment until he fired volley after volley of his sweet hot thick cum, into his own mouth and down into his stomach. Even though he didn’t fuck Jim, this satisfied him for now and he fell asleep. When he awoke, he heard Jim moaning again and he went over to the door. The moaning became louder and Rob opened the door. There on the cot, Jim was jerking off again and when he saw the monster of muscle before him, he jumped from the cot and preceded to worship the god before him. Now, even though Jim was straight, he could not think of anything or anyone else, but the muscle god that he was feeling, sucking and giving himself completely for. Since Rob had just woken up, he was not ready to fuck Jim, yet, but he was enjoying the worshipping. He picked up the boy, holding him with one arm above his head and he stuck the jocks cock in his mouth to receive yet more cum that had not ebbed from the jock. It was like drinking for a Sippy cup compared to his own enormous log, but he loved tasting the different juice. He literally sucked the guy dry and placed him back down on the ground. Jim, continued to moan and his cock continued to jerk itself as if he were still cumming, yet no liquid came out. Rob, smacked the boy across the face and Jim yelped. "GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF, YOU INSIGNIFICANT FOOL. YOU'RE A LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL. I NEED A MAN TO WORSHIP ME AND YOU MUST GROW A PAIR TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT. NOW SETTLE DOWN AND COME WITH ME!!" Jim followed his new god, like a puppy to its master. As they walked down the hallway toward the foyer, to get the leftover pizzas Jim asked a question, "Sir...a...am I dreaming?" Rob turned around and picked up the boy so they could be face to face. "NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU ARE ALIVE. YOU ARE HERE AND YOU ARE NOW MY SLAVE" and Jim smiled, because now, there was nothing else he wanted. Across town, Ray began to get up, fix himself some breakfast and look at the paper. He was so tired of working at Home Depot and going to audition after audition and not getting anything. Not even a small walk on role. Plus there was so many men in LA, but not a bite for over a month. LA had turned on him and he was tired of it. Then he realized that his friends even hadn't called him in days. And just like that, just like yesterday, Ray was depressed. No man, No Acting Jobs, No Friends. No life. "God, could something happen, PLEASE!!" to be continued...

Part 2 Eric knew it was a bad idea and it’s not like he was that studious that he just HAD to go to class. But an hour later he was sitting in calculus when Daniel plunked down beside him. Going to calculus was probably a forgivable sin. Deliberately picking out a seat so that someone coming into class could sit down beside him? That was unpardonable. He smelled Daniel before he saw him: a heavy thick smell of fresh sweat. “Hey,” Daniel nodded as he sat down, with no hint of awkwardness over the wiener dog incident. He was still dressed in his shorts and tank top from his run; the front of the tank-top was soaked through with sweat and although it didn’t show the shorts were every bit of damp. He was even breathing a little heavy; one might say panting, ever so slightly. Daniel grinned as he saw Eric’s nose wrinkle involuntarily. “I’m totally rank aren’t I?” He lifted his right arm and sniffed at the dense coat of black hair that covered the depths of his armpits and then, as if that wasn’t confirmation enough, Daniel stretched out his tongue and licked himself. “Yup,” he wrinkled his own nose now, but he was still grinning. “Sorry man, it’s like I found my second wind after I bumped into you and I had to log a few more miles to burn off the energy. Totally lost track of time and didn’t have a chance to get changed.” The apology would have been more convincing if Daniel hadn’t followed it up by eaning back in his chair and lifting both hands behind his head so that everyone with a couple of rows was gifted with his aroma. Two people got up and moved two rows down. But it wasn’t the smell that was bothering Eric. Au contraire, he felt his dick firming up with every breath he took. No, what worried him was that Daniel was changing again. The five o’clock shadow that had sprouted an hour ago, grew out even more; it was like he hadn’t shaved in three days and the hints of a hipster beard covered his jawline, his chin and, almost artfully, around his mouth. Eric could see the same hair darkening Daniel’s formerly smooth chest and thickening on his fore-arms. That wasn’t all; Daniel was growing again. Not dramatically, probably not more than a half-dozen pounds of added muscle, if someone wasn’t staring at him (with their tongue hanging out slightly and their cock now hard and pressing up against their pants) they wouldn’t notice it. But Eric could see Daniel’s lats fanning out denser and wider with every breath. He could see his triceps becoming more defined and his biceps, bunched up because Daniel’s hands were behind his head, becoming thicker. Daniel seemed oblivious to what was happening, but he pulled his arms down and looked over towards Eric quizzically. “Hey, do you smell something. I can’t quite place it but …” he licked his lips, looked down towards Eric’s crotch, and then quirked a smile when he saw the distinctive shape of a boner pushing down the left leg of Eric’s jeans. He nodded, “Been a while with the break up and everything, eh?” Daniel shifted his own loins in an unconscious thrusting motion. Once and then twice. Eric was distracted by the movement but when he looked up he found that Daniel was staring at him curiously again,” Hey are you trying to grow a beard? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you unshaven before?” And as if he needed tactile confirmation of what his eyes were telling him, Daniel reached out and took Eric’s chin between his thumb and his fore-finger, rubbing the one day growth—back and forth—under his thumb. Daniel smiled and let his tongue slide ever so slightly across his teeth. “It looks good,” he said. “You should go for it.” Eric jerked back. No, that’s not quite right. He WANTED to jerk back. That would have been the entirely correct thing to do when a guy was caressing your chin with his hand. But instead, Eric raised his own hand up to feel his chin; his own thumb slid over Daniel’s—and Daniel waited for that before releasing Eric’s chin—and then slid over his own chin feeling the one, no, two day growth of beard forming. I’m changing too. He realized and now he did jerk back in his seat and looked down at himself. There wasn’t much to see. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans. If was getting bigger, it wasn’t showing. But he could see the hair on his arms looked slightly darker and thicker and when, as subtly as possible, he lifted his shirt to rub his stomach he could feel hair where there was no hair before. Eric jumped up and grabbed his books. “I gotta go! Meeting across campus. I forgot all about it.” “But ... calculus …” Daniel said, sounding as if calculus would personally be wounded by Eric’s absence. “I can, ah, get the notes from you later right?” The question slipped out of Eric’s mouth before he realized what he was saying. Daniel smiled, and it seemed as if his canines had only become more prominent. “Sure. I’ll see you later.”

Great story so far. Looking forward to the next part.

Misfit Chapter 7 “Well, now what?” Lee and Fred were standing outside the Athletic Center about to set off to find Ham. They were both dressed up in football warm-up sweats and Lee thought Fred looked damn fine in the double-XL’s he was wearing. As they were dressing, Lee learned that Fred was now six-two, a gain of three inches, and had gone from one-hundred-eighty pounds to two-sixty. Fred’s sweats were tight everywhere except the waist, and Lee was finding the way that the university logo was stretched across Fred’s chest very distracting. “Oh, um... gosh. Why don’t we start with the Student Union?” Lee answered. The coach had weighed and measured Lee, too, before he’d been issued his sweats. He was an amazing six-foot-ten, and four-hundred and ninety-two pounds. He’d been given triple-XL’s, but they were still much tighter than Fred’s. Lee’s traps erupted from the neck of the sweats like some kind of volcano, stretching the neckband near breaking. Lee’s forearms were so big he couldn’t get them through the sleeves and he ended tearing them off. Even so, it was a struggle to get into the sweatshirt. The bottom of his shirt landed above his naval, leaving about eight inches of ridiculously compact waist visible above his waistband. The extreme stretching of the shirt across his chest was in marked contrast to the loosely flapping hem. The waistband of Lee’s sweatpants was pulled almost obscenely low in the front by his prodigious package, then followed around and under an adonis belt so sharply defined one could nearly grasp it with one’s hands. From there, the waistband pulled sharply up and over Lee’s insanely jutting bubble butt. Lee had tried to put on a jock in the locker room, but had been forced to go commando when even the largest one was uncomfortably restricting. For now, he would just have to ignore the rather pleasant sensation (as well as the stares) as his jumbo equipment flopped around in the front of his pants in an all-too-obvious way. The legs of Lee’s pants had much the same problem as his sleeves, and only went down to just below his knees. The coach had a pair of pants that fit his tallest basketball player, but Lee couldn’t get it on over his thighs. Consequently, he had to go with a pair made for a clearly obese person, and pull the drawstring tight. That time of the morning, there were lots of students out and about on campus, and the two behemoths stopped traffic wherever they went. Lee seemed to enjoy the attention and smiled and waved often. He got a charge the first time he winked at a guy that common sense and personal safety would have told him to give a wide berth just the day before. He could get used to this, he thought. Fred, on the other hand, was completely flustered by the attention, and seemed to avoid eye contact at all costs. “Come on, relax,” Lee said as he gently nudged Fred with his elbow. “It’s a new world. Every one of those girls wants to be with you, and every one of those guys wants to be like you. The world’s your oyster.” Lee knew that he was exaggerating to some degree– not everyone looked upon bodybuilders as living gods the way he did, but he thought the poor guy needed some encouragement. “This is going to take some getting used to,” Fred answered. The pair entered the Student Union through the cafeteria. The entire dining room fell silent as Lee straightened up. He was about to comment on the similarities to an old western when the hero enters the saloon, when the smell of food hit them both like a brick wall. “Are you hungry?” Fred asked. “Starved,” came Lee’s earnest reply. The crowd parted as the two muscle men made straight for the serving line. They immediately started piling on french toast and bacon and sausage and scrambled eggs and toast and biscuits and muffins and oatmeal and grits, until they each had two trays filled to the brim. “I didn’t realize I was this hungry,” Fred said as he took a bite out of one of his biscuits. Lee had to stop chewing his bagel before he could answer. “Me neither,” he said with his mouth full. Neither of them had eaten since their growth spurts, and they suddenly wondered how they could have ignored the gnawing hunger so long. “He’s paying,” Lee said as they got up to the cashier. “The fuck I am,” Fred said. “Pay for your own damn food.” Lee turned and looked down at Fred. “I left my wallet in my other blanket, okay?” “That’ll be sixty-two dollars and twenty cents,” said the guy at the register. “Pay the man,” Lee said as he picked up his trays. Fred shrugged and reached for his back pocket. “Shit,” he said. “What?” “My wallet’s still in my locker.” “Who’s gonna pay?” the cashier asked. “We’re good for it,” Lee told him, and started to walk away. “Somebody’s gotta pay!” he said stridently. Lee turned back. “I said,” Lee spoke as he bent over until he was nose-to-nose with the slight young man, "we’re good for it. We’ll pay you later. Come on, Fred." Fred shrugged again and raised his eyebrows at the kid and followed Lee over to a table. As they were eating, the irate cashier picked up the phone and dialed the campus police. Professor Lofgren sat looking at the data on the screen. Somehow, his nanites had mutated in some unforeseen way. His ultimate goal all along had been to greatly enhance the human organism– make it stronger and smarter and free of disease, but that was supposed to be decades in the future. The data he’d taken from the young man that came to see him didn’t make a lot of sense. Not only were those nanites radically different from what he’d been synthesizing in the lab, but they didn’t seem capable changing an organism to such a great extent. He really needed to study that Connor boy, and the sooner the better. That was why it was so important he get that oversized oaf out of his hair as quickly as possible. Besides, there was nothing more to be done for the Prentice kid. He was perfectly healthy, and it wasn’t every Nancy Boy that got a chance to be his own walking wet dream. He’d thank the professor before this was over, he was sure. What Lofgren couldn’t know was that the nanites were still fully active in Ham Connor. Not only did they grant him powers beyond all human understanding, but they had merged with his mind and radically boosted not only his intelligence, but all three aspects of his personality– id, ego and libido. At first, the nanites had only interacted with Ham’s baser instincts. His sex drive permitted the initial opportunity for change, without even acting on his conscious mind. The nanites acted to produce a super-pheremone, so powerful that virtually no one could resist while in his presence. This made Ham Connor very dangerous, for as he continued to evolve, he felt less and less connection with mere humans. Paul was still nearly blind with rage as he strode across campus looking for Ham. He knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up to the little fucker and pounded the shit out of him. Across the great lawn he saw some sort of commotion. As he got closer, he realized that the flashing lights were from a campus police car. A small crowd had gathered near a tree that had been uprooted. One of the school’s famous old elms had been pulled from the ground and the trunk literally shattered. Giant splinters littered the area. It looked like several people had been injured by whatever had caused the damage, and the officers and bystanders were tending to the victims. An ambulance was just pulling up and school officials were clearing a path through the crowd. Paul’s first thought was that a tornado had passed through, or maybe there was a lightning strike, but that immediately made no sense– he hadn’t heard anything, and the weather was all wrong. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. As the EMT’s broke out their equipment, Paul was momentarily distracted from his mission. “What happened?” Paul asked a young woman. “I’m not sure,” she answered. “Somebody said it was some kind of big animal.” That made even less sense to Paul than a tornado. Watching the EMTs kneel down to talk to one of the young men, Paul realized he knew him. He pushed through the crowd until he was near enough to speak. “Joe, are you okay?” Paul kneeled down next to the EMT. “Your friend has a dislocated shoulder,” he said. “Help me sit him up.” Joe grimaced as they leaned him forward. “Put your arms around his chest,” the EMT continued. Paul moved behind Joe and did as he was instructed. The EMT wrapped his arm around Joe’s and put his other hand on Joe’s shoulder. “This is going to hurt,” he told him. Joe stifled a scream as the EMT pulled on Joe’s arm and popped the joint back into place. “You okay?” he asked. Joe nodded as he breathed heavily, tears streaming down his face. “Good. I’m going to leave you with your friend while I go take care of someone else.” The EMT went off to tend to another victim. “Jesus Christ, Joe, what the hell happened?” “Well... I... um...” “What?” “You wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I’m not sure if I’d believe me.” “Try me.” “It was your roommate. You know, the little fag. Except he was all cocky.” Instantly, the fury washed over Paul once again like a wave. Then, almost as fast, it faded to confusion. “What could he have to do with this?” “Well... that’s the thing... nah... it’s not possible.” “What’s not?” Joe crinkled his nose distractedly. “New aftershave?” “Joe!” “Okay, okay. He... he... no, it’s not possible.” “Arrrrgh!” “He grew,” Joe blurted. “He just grew!” Paul crossed his arms and looked carefully at his friend. “Grew? Grew how?” “He got fucking bigger! What did you think I meant?” Paul uncrossed his arms. “Did you hit your head?” “Goddammit! I knew you wouldn’t fucking believe me!” “Come on...” “It’s really true,” said another voice. “I saw it.” Paul looked up to see another of the young men addressing him– one he didn’t know. “What did you see?” Paul asked. “It was just... wow... it was like, The Incredible Hulk. My buddies and me just cracked a couple of jokes and the guy flips out. Next thing we know he’s splittin’ right out of his clothes and tossin’ us around like little kids. Then he gets so big he just up and yanks the tree out of the ground.” “You’re shittin’ me... aren’t you?” “That’s not the best part,” Joe says. “Tell him what happened next.” “He fucked it.” “Fucked what?” “The tree! The goddamned tree!” Paul’s mind started reeling as he looked over at the shattered elm and noticed that in among the wood fragments were countless blobs of shiny, pearlescent liquid. He swallowed hard. “Holy shit...” “That’s him, officer...” Lee managed to tear his attention away from stuffing his hungry maw just long enough to notice that scrawny pipsqueak of a cashier standing nearby with his hands defiantly on his hips and trying his best to reduce Lee to a greasy pile of disintegrated ashes with just a look. Standing next to him was a campus police officer. At the moment, the officer was experiencing two separate emotions, and they were competing against each other mightily. The first was awe– awe at never having seen such a large and mighty specimen of humanity, and awe at the simply unbelievable mass quantities of food that specimen was shoveling back. He’d seen all the biggest football players from this and competing schools and this guy was way off in a league by himself. The second was that he was scared shitless. Campus security had two different classes of officer– deputized and non-deputized. This officer was the latter, and that meant that he wasn’t allowed to carry a GUN and he very much wanted to have a GUN right at that very moment so he could point his GUN at the extremely large man sitting in front of him. With his GUN. “Um, sir...” he began tentatively, “did you pay for the food?” “Jesus Christ,” Lee said, pounding his massive fist on the table, “I said I’d fucking pay for it when I’m done!” The officer jumped back with a start as Fred deftly caught a plate of biscuits before they had a chance to bounce off the table. The cashier, however, was undeterred and took a step forward. “You have to pay first!” he screeched. With an annoyed look, Lee turned toward the cashier and abruptly reached out with his big hand, grabbed the smaller man’s pant waist right at the belt buckle and pulled him in close. “C’mere, shorty, I wanna see how big your balls are...” Lee furrowed his brow intently and peered down the front of the man’s pants. “You see! I said he was dangerous! He threatened me before!” Lee stood up and hoisted the little man high into the air with one hand until he was batting at the suspended ceiling tiles. “I SAID...” Lee paused, closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself. After taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and looked down at the trembling officer with a benign look. “Officer... uh... Smith,” he began slowly as he looked at the officer’s name tag. “This is all just a little misunderstanding,” he said soothingly. “Put me down!” the cashier screamed from his position up against the ceiling. Lee held his arm up as easily as if he were hailing a cab. “My friend and I were just very hungry. For a couple of guys like us, you can imagine that it’s kind of important.” Lee smiled and gently patted the officer’s shoulder and all the while the cashier was squirming and kicking eight feet in the air at the end of Lee’s other arm. Fred nodded sincerely, his mouth full of french toast. Officer Smith seemed to relax perceptibly. “It just happens that we both forgot our wallets at the same time. What are the odds, right? So as soon as we’re done here, we’ll go right back to our dorms and bring back some money, simple as that. Okay?” Officer Smith looked up at Lee, over at Fred and then finally back up at the wriggling cashier. “Well... I guess that would be alright. I should get your names for my report.” “Certainly,” Lee answered obligingly. The officer started to pull out a notepad. “Put me down!” the cashier screeched once again. Lee raised his eyebrows as he looked down at the officer, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod. “Okay, junior, you can go back and count your nickels,” Lee said as he gently lowered the man to the floor. The dining room erupted into spontaneous applause. “Thank you! Thank you! I’ll be here all week!” Lee told the admiring crowd. “Try the veal!” The cashier muttered to himself as he skulked back to his station. Officer Smith was about to get the names of the two huge young men, when his radio crackled to life. “Attention all units! Attention! All units are to report to the northeast corner of the Great Lawn. This is a code red, repeat, code red.” “Oh, gee, sorry guys, I gotta go. Some kind of emergency. City tactical units are responding to reports of a large animal. Possible bear. Or gorilla. Or several of each. Multiple casualties.” “You don’t suppose?” Fred said, looking up at Lee. “I’d bet you my lunch,” he replied. “Officer, we’re going with you.” The football players had made the mistake of angering Ham before his powerful pheremones could have any effect. His seething rage built quickly, suppressing Ham’s rational mind and snuffing out the pheremone production almost instantly. He was now a primitive creature, operating almost entirely on instinct of the brain stem. In the twenty minutes since he’d yanked a hundred-year-old elm out by its roots, Ham had cut a path of destruction across the campus, twisting steel park benches like paper clips, snapping trees like matchsticks, even knocking over the statue of the old fart that founded the college. A lifetime of pent-up rage was being dispensed in mere minutes. People scattered in all directions as the ten-foot leviathan barreled through like a locomotive. Close to three-thousand pounds, he was nearly as wide as he was tall, and every massive footfall sent shockwaves through the surrounding earth, cracking sidewalks where he crossed them and leaving footprints as deep as six inches in softer soil. Gigantic, naked, inconceivable muscular; Ham the Beast was like nothing ever seen on the face of the earth. His ruggedly masculine face with its brutish, exaggerated brow over fiery piercing green eyes and high, strong cheekbones was nearly encircled with bulging muscle. Hugely bulging traps over a foot thick rose up from behind his neck and extended forward beneath his ears, fighting for space with a neck almost twice the width of his face. His great lantern jaw was cradled between massive pectorals that came nearly straight up from the collarbone before leveling out and extending to form a pec shelf two feet deep and then curving down and around to form gargantuan orbs, giving Ham a one-hundred-fifty inch chest. Deltoids the size of wrecking balls sat above sixty-inch biceps and fought for room with the rest of Ham’s staggering upper body, forcing his arms out to forty-five degrees. Somehow, this massively monumental mountain of muscle that made up Ham’s upper body perched on a waist that measured just fifty-two inches. Below the waist, Ham’s body exploded once again with size– his quads measured nearly ninety inches, with the preponderance of that mass from front to rear rather than side to side. Ham’s calves, however, were much wider than deep, and at sixty-two inches were bigger than his upper arms and were more responsible for his wide stance than his vast quads. Most startling of all was Ham’s gigantic fuck-pole. Hard as steel, it was so stiff that it barely wagged as he stormed across the school. At thirty inches long and six inches thick, it pointed slightly upward as it remained suspended above testicles like ripe honeydew melons. These freakishly other-worldly proportions were nonetheless narrow enough in all the right places so as to keep him remarkably flexible; and this was clearly evident as he rampaged across campus. And yet, a spark of humanity remained within the colossus. The reptilian part of Ham’s brain hadn’t replaced the other parts; merely suppressed them. The barely cognizant part of Ham knew he was headed someplace, but it didn’t know where. Sarah hadn’t heard from her boyfriend in a couple of days. This was strange; normally she and Paul texted each other throughout the day. She was scrolling through the messages on her phone to see if maybe she’d missed something as she hurried to class. She was about to round the corner of the Science Building when a large crowd came running in the other direction, nearly knocking her down. “What in the world...” she started to say. A young man in the group grabbed her by the hand and started pulling her along with the group. “Come on!” he shouted. The young man pulled her so hard she let go of her book bag. “Wait a minute,” she said as she tried to reach back and retrieve the bag. Instead, she stumbled and pulled them both tumbling to the ground . “It’s coming,” the young man said as he scrambled back to his feet. As she tried to stand, a searing pin shot through her ankle. “Come on!” the man yelled. “I twisted my ankle,” Sarah said through the blinding pain. “What’s going on?” That’s when she saw him. The ground shook as Ham came rounding the corner of the building at a rolling trot. Sarah momentarily forgot her pain as she looked up at the muscle monster. They momentarily locked eyes before Sarah collapsed again from the pain. The young man she was with scooped her up in his arms and valiantly tried to flee. Until that moment, all the tiny, insignificant beings Ham had encountered were inconsequential; paltry insects to be batted away. This one was different. She had special meaning. He paused for a moment to scour his fevered brain for meaning until he understood. She was his rival. Hard to believe, but true. She was the one person that had any chance of eliciting any kind of feelings from Ham’s boyfriend– feelings that belonged to Ham, and Ham alone. He charged after interloper. Carrying Sarah, the young man didn’t have a prayer of outrunning the beast, and Ham was on them in a flash. As he reached them, the pounding shockwaves of Ham’s footsteps caused the young man to stumble, and once again, they both went down. Ham grabbed the shoulder of the young man’s jacket and flung him out of the way. Sarah screamed as the colossal muscle beast scooped her up under one arm like a rag doll and ran off into the nearby woods.