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I found this old one on my hard-drive, and thought you'd all enjoy it. ------------------------------------- Four Weeks Later by Magus The streets were dead quiet, but Cory knew that could be deceiving. He held his breath, peering out of the subway entrance, his eyes wide and searching for any sign of movement, knowing that he was wasting precious minutes by hesitating like this, but he couldn’t make himself move. Too many times he’d thought he was safe, only to lose friends to the Virus, to the Lust, almost losing himself. And now there was just him. “Okay. Okay. Just across the street, into the store, and then back here.” He said to himself quietly. He steeled himself, tensing the muscles in his slender legs, feeling the tension build between his narrow shoulders. He looked up the street, then down. The only movement came from a plastic bag as it was volleyed about by an errant wind. “Now!” He whispered through gritted teeth, and forced himself to move. As quietly as he could, as quickly as he could, he darted across the street, wincing at how his sneakered footfalls echoed back from the blank-faced sky scrapers around him. Seconds later, he was at the storefront, and he ducked inside, quickly getting his bearings, making sure one of Them wasn’t inside. It seemed safe. He didn’t feel he had more than a few seconds to make sure. If there was one in the back, he would just have to hope it was sleeping or…or doing the other thing they did. Quickly, he slid the backpack off his shoulder, ripping it open and going straight to the canned goods. The last twenty-eight days had left the shelves almost empty, but there were still a few treasures: canned beans and vegetables, a couple small bags of chips, a bottle of water that had fallen off a shelf and half-rolled underneath a shopping cart. This was how he’d been living for the last four weeks, scouting out small stores and robbing them of what they offered. If he was lucky, they’d hold enough food for more than one or two trips. The last store had had two boxes of protein bars, a cornucopia for his new existence. Eric had been with him then. Don’t think of him. He scolded himself as he piled a few small cans of corn into his backpack. It was getting easier to stop thinking about things. After that first chaotic week, when the virus was spreading from person to person so quickly that most hadn’t even realized what was happening, he’d had to learn a lot about survival. He was reaching for a can of powdered drink on a high shelf when he froze. A loud, heavy clunk had just come from the back room, like someone knocking over a heavy barrel. Shit. He cursed silently, not daring to move. His ears strained, attempting to hear past the suffocating silence around him. He heard a footstep, just beyond the staff doors that lead to the backroom. The infected could move fast, faster than Cory could. His only hope would be to get out of the store before he was discovered, to get back into the subway terminal, where he’d already secured a home base behind a security door. For some reason, the infected didn’t like going below ground anyway…once he made it that far, he’d be safe. If he made it that far. He left behind the can, pulling his arm back, not daring to even touch the shelf, not daring to spare more than a glance behind him. The door was still closed, but he could almost hear breathing behind it. Carefully, he turned, setting his feet down with utter care with every step he took. He heard meaty fingers scrape along the door, but it stayed closed as he passed the checkout counter, scarcely daring to breathe. He had no idea how acute their hearing was, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He was almost to the door. He peered outside, aware that he hadn’t much time left, and looked up and down the street, seeing no movement. Almost there. He thought with something close to relief. He turned partway, looked at the staff door across the store. Still closed. He just might make it. He took a step, felt an odd tugging at his back, but before he realized what it was, the candy display that had caught on his backpack was already falling over with a crash. His heart stopped. A rage-filled roar filled the store, and he heard the door behind him crash open, could hear frenzied, panting breath – a monster in heat – and that was all it took to break his sudden paralysis. Cory didn’t even spare a glance behind him; he knew what the Infected looked like. His legs pounded into the pavement, his eyes locked on the Subway entrance, his arms pumping beside him, all the while the lumbering scrabble of over-grown feet following him, getting louder. He was maybe ten feet from safety when his feet slid out from under him, sending him scraping against the pavement. He’d barely even let out a groan when he felt massive weight on top of him, the naked flesh burning against his cool skin. He also felt something large and hard against his ass. He tried to struggle free, but powerful arms held him in place. He could smell the infection in the creature’s sweat, smelling like old sex, a humid, cloying smell. The creature started thrusting against him, and with a shock Cory realized his struggles were only exciting the infected, that the creature, judging from his hurried grunts, was getting close to cumming. Cory struggled against the pavement, his fingers scrabbling for purchase, trying to get out from under the rutting beast that was once an ordinary guy like him, but it was no use. He was as good as dead. Suddenly, there was a crash of glass breaking and heat exploded from nearby, a flash of light and Cory looked to see flames sprouting up just a few feet away. The monster on top of him froze, its hard cock still throbbing against Cory’s backside, twitching, just moments away from orgasm. The creature let out a strange cry and leapt off of Cory’s back. Cory scrambled away, trying to put the flame between himself and the monster. But the creature – Cory could see it clearly now – had no more interest in him. It stood up, its huge muscles flexing. Cory had never been this close to one of them before, not for so long. He was amazed at the almost inhuman size of it, all of it. The creature was naked, its cock, still hard, stuck out from its groin nearly a foot long, thicker than a beer can (it wanted to stick that in me!), its massive chest heaving with breath, its shoulders, wide as mountains rising and falling. Only its face looked human, and that only barely, its eyes blank of all thought and reason, filled only with lust and, now, fear. Before Cory could blink, the creature turned on its mammoth legs, legs so large they forced its cock and balls forward, allowed only for the most rolling of movement, and then the creature was running, powerful legs propelling it to safety. “Did it cum?” A voice asked, and Cory turned to look, slowly getting to his feet. “Um…no. I don’t think so.” He answered, in shock. He turned to see a slender figure – someone even skinnier than he was – silhouetted against the flame. “Good. You should be safe. No need to thank me.” The stranger turned to walk away. “Wait!” Cory exclaimed. He hadn’t spoken with another human in days, he was almost desperate for more. The stranger turned, looking back. “If you’re still okay tomorrow, I’ll find you.” The stranger said, and then kept walking. “Better get someplace safe.” Cory watched the young man walk away, still trying to figure out what had just happened, but before he could follow, he heard a distant cry, another of the Infected, and Cory decided to go back to his home base. * * * It was when he got home that he realized he was horny. This was the worst part of living with the Virus. He was human, he still had human needs, and one of those was sex. Most times he barely even thought about it – getting off often takes a back seat to survival – but he’d found that after tense moments he was almost always horny. The first few times it had freaked him out – the first symptom of the Lust was, well, lust – and even while he told himself that getting a hard on every now and then was perfectly normal, it always gave him a sense of unease. “Home” was a small room, probably where the transit staff had kept the bus fare until the bank could collect it. The door was solid steel, there was only a small window near the ceiling, and there was a small bathroom that still had water in the form of a filled sink and an unflushed toilet. He hadn’t done much to personalize it, as he didn’t expect to be here longer than a few more days. There was just his sleeping bag, his large flashlight, and his backpack, which he now tossed aside. He sat down on the floor to maybe play some cards, but it looked like his dick was going to be insistent tonight. And why not? This had been the closest he’d been to getting infected by the Lust, he could still feel the adrenaline pumping through him. It wasn’t like he got turned on by near-death (or near-whatever happens to you when you catch the Virus), and he’d decided that it was just a physical reaction, maybe evolution’s way of turning a close call into a chance to send his genes into the next generation. Evolution would be disappointed today, he thought with a smile, unless evolution wanted to supply a woman, too. He’d learned that the best way to get rid of the jitters was to deal with it right away. He would cum and by the time he’d cleaned up he’d realize that once again, it wasn’t the Lust, it was just plain old lust. So, he sat against the cold wall, unzipping his pants and pulling them down around his knees. His cock instantly sprang up in front of him, hard and insistent. Without giving it much thought, he reached out and started stroking it. “…god…” he gasped with pleasure. It was rare that beating off brought this much sensation, but not unheard of. He stroked the cock, enjoying the feel, letting waves of pleasure wash over him, leaning his head back. He wasn’t infected, he rationalized. You had to get their cum in you. Contact with bodily fluids. Just enjoy it. He told himself, and he did. He felt pleasure crest in him, building to orgasm, reaching that point of delicious abandon, he was going to cum…. But he didn’t…the wave crested, crashed against his pleasure centers, started building again. He started stroking with more intensity, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. This was maybe the best jerking off session he’s had in a long time, he realized. He hoped it would last. He started to feel warm, his clothes restricting. With his free hand he reached up and lifted his shirt off of his body, letting out another groan of pleasure at the freedom. “Fuck, yeah…” He kicked off his pants, now naked and free to just look at his body, to enjoy the nakedness. His new lifestyle had clearly had an effect on his body, he realized. It looked bigger, tougher. As he jacked his cock, he saw muscles bulge in his forearm, his biceps. His chest was bigger, too, with a cleft between his pecs, a straight line fading as it approached his cock. His big cock. “Yeah…” he grunted again, looking at his big cock. It looked bigger, its head a bright red, his dick hot in his hand. He slowed his stroking a little, enjoying the sensation. Some precum dribbled at the tip, giving his hand some lubrication as he stroked. His legs were bigger, too. He could make out the different parts of his quads, could see how weeks of running had given his calves a solid, diamond shape. It looked good, it felt good. He was getting the same shape as the Infected. He stopped, his dick suddenly aching, demanding for attention, but for a brief second his arousal took second place to panic. He sat up, getting to his feet, his dick hard and heavy in front of him. He tried to look over his body, to see if it was different, but his brain felt cloudy. Was he infected? Did he have the virus? But…it wasn’t possible. The monster hadn’t cum, though he’d been close. His hand went to his cock again, almost of its own will, as he tried to remember everything, feeling the inhuman weight of the Infected on him, that strong, warm body, rubbing against him, that large cock, so thick, rubbing against his clothes… His clothes! He looked around, his hand still on his dick, getting more horny by the minute. A part of him just wanted to deal with his cock and worry about the rest later. Just close his eyes and go with the pleasure. A low moan at the possibility escaped his lips before he could stop it. His pants were nearby, and he picked them up, absently noticing how his arm flexed as he did so (Is my arm bigger…?). The back of the fabric was covered with a clear fluid; the smell of it was unmistakable. He had the same type of viscous substance dripping from his own cock, sliding along his flesh as he continued to jerk off. Pre-cum. The monster’d been dripping from that huge cock, covering his body with the stuff. He looked at his free hand with a start – there was a cut there, probably from when he tripped. If that cut had even touched a drop of the pre-cum… “Nooo….” He said, his voice sounding just a little deeper. He could be infected! He ran to the small bathroom, looking in the mirror. It was true. He was bigger. He ran his free hand against his chest, feeling the thick muscle that had grown there, probably in the last few minutes. The feeling gave him pleasure and he stroked his nipple even as his eyes widened in terror. He was no longer a slender man; he had the build of an athlete, a hockey player, verging on a football player. He was taller too, maybe by a couple of inches. And every inch of him seemed to vibrate with strength. He looked down at his cock, seeing it jut out from his groin proudly. His hand kept stroking it, kept sending wave after wave of pleasure. It was bigger too, looking larger and thicker, shining brightly with slick precum. He could feel the weight of it, the power. It felt good. “No!” he said, forcing his hand from his dick. “I… I sick….” He moaned. He couldn’t think straight. He had to get out of here, hand to run. He ran from the bathroom, struggled with the door. It was difficult to open, it was as if he couldn’t quite understand the doorknob. A few panic stricken moments later, he managed to force his way free, using his new strength to pound the door down. It was too dark down here, he needed to get up, into the fresh air. He ran across the abandoned subway station, running to where daylight streamed through the exit, his strong legs carrying him faster than he was used to. He felt his pecs bounce solidly, felt the curve of his arms against his widening back. He took the steps three at a time, his dick bouncing in front of him, the weight reminding him every second of its growth, of his growth. He reached the sunshine and stopped, grateful for the freedom, breathing the air, taking it into his wide chest. His wide, hot chest. He reached up and stroked it with his left hand, his right hand went to his cock. It felt so good, so very good. He felt his powerful muscles flex as he came, and he let out a violent, guttural roar. Pleasure washed his brain free of any thought as he shot his load, spattering the pavement with more cum than he might have ever thought possible. The creature that was Cory looked around. He was horny, so horny. He needed more sex. He took a sniff of the air, and followed the scent. There would be others like him.

(NSFW) “Hello this is my first time writing a muscle growth transformation so sorry if It’s a bit short but this is just a test run to see if I can pull one off, so feedback Is totally welcomed, thank you!!!” Daniel thought long and hard about his life and what lead to this moment that will change his life either of the best or for the worst, he looked around the house one last time to make sure that nobody was home and form the window of his kitchen checked if his best friend Robert was away, he said to himself “good neighbors are away and Robs gone too”, that perfect opportunity to try out the elixir he bought from the weird street vender. He gave the bottle a look and remembered why the vender sold it to him and the way he mocked him looking like a loser but he knew it was out of kindness. Daniel never had a conversation with a complete stranger that made him felt bad about him but only to lend a helping hand, but in the back of his mind he knew the real reason he took the venders deal, daniel was tired of being bullied at his school, getting punched right in the gut just for standing up for someone, getting tossed around like a toy and the worst of it all, the scared look on lee’s face, the one girl that actually him, he couldn’t bare the fact that he can’t even protect the girl or his best friend that’s been with him through the toughest times, He grunted in embarrassment and closed his eyes in shame. He thought long and hard finally opened them to see the elixir in his hand, the bottle was translucent and the cover on the bottle was a picture of a bull standing on all fours proudly looking at the sky, on top of it in bold text, “bull tears” and on the bottom in small captions “the drink that grants the strength of a proud bull”. The back of the bottle didn’t have the ingredients which made Daniel very doubtful about the drink, “maybe it’s just water mixed with something, might not have been worth 60 buck”, daniel said to himself but he was determined to get stronger, he popped the cork off the bottle, smelled it to see if there was anything fishy but didn’t give out any odor. Finally he took a deep breath and sighed, he placed the opening on his mouth and lifted the bottle taking a mouth full of the of the elixir, his face went from determination to utter disgust wanting to spit it out what he just drank but with his free hand he placed it over his mouth and forced himself to sallow the drink. He placed the bottle on the table before he drop it and he gasped for air. Now that Daniel had his disgust fit about how nasty it was, he stood in front of his mother’s mirror waiting to see if the elixir was doing its magic, he lifted his right arm and flexed his bicep but saw no change, he lifted his shirt and there were no abs too, still no sign of muscle anywhere. disappointed with the matter he corked the bottle up again and hid it away behind boxes, then he covered his moms mirror and made his way back into the house, but right before he hit the light switch his right arm froze and his breath began to stager he took a step back and placed his left hand on his chest, he took several steps back and under the light he saw that his veins began to snake across his arms, his chest and stomach was tighten up, and the process was becoming painful. Daniels body began to release steam up and fell to his knees, his arms began to throb violently, he saw that his right arm began to thicken and form, replacing his skinny arm with a mans arm, his bones popping and mending to its new structure, both arms went from 10 inch arms to 35 inches of nothing but muscle and an impressive system of veins, giving him gorilla arms. He felt his shirt began to tighten as his chest and abs began to grow into massive mounds of chiseled meat, and without hesitations he ripped his shirt off and screamed as his upper body boomed into mass of nothing but muscle. His jeans began to pop at the seams, his thighs were swelling and thickening, when finally with a sudden burst his favorite pants were ruined but to revile thick and powerful quads and calves. his manhood was the last thing to grow, his face went from painful to lustful ecstasy as he felt his balls swell up and his dick thicken and snake into a third leg, his last remaining piece of clothing was his boxers but with the sudden growth they went from boxers to tighten up as posing trunks showing his square ass in the back and a massive bulge in the front. Daniel was breathing heavily causing his chest and abs flex without effort, his shoulders raised up and down flexing every fiber of his muscle. He got up and walked to his mother’s mirror, wanting to see the results of sudden growth spurt, only to hear thuds on step his took, grabbed the cover and pulled it off, and in shock he saw in the mirror what seems to be the body only super heroes from the comics he read only had. He went from a 115 pound skinny kid to a 385 musclebound god, he had a body that men died trying to achieve, in the mirror he stared at himself in astonishment, his tree trunk legs were rocky hard and looked like he could a man in half, he slowly placed his hand on this wash board 8 pack and slowly moved it along feeling every bump all the way to his massive pecs, as he reached his pecs they felt like clay in his hand as he squeezed them but he slowly began to flex and tense and began to hardened, he blushed as the new found ecstasy began to over whelm him, feeling his new body must of felt good as he notice in the mirror that his lower region began to build up strength of its own, he lifted both arms, closed both fists and posed a double bicep flex. He saw as both arms swole up and formed into rock hard ball of meat the peaked at the top like a mountain, it didn’t help that they were the size of cannon balls just looked so powerful, he was in disbelief of how powerful was now was. Suddenly his boxers finally gave in and released out his big friend for down under. His eyes lit up with glee as he saw his manhood raise up and freed itself only hit the center of his stomach with a massive whoosh and then a thud, the size of it was really impressive to look at, he gave a good guess and estimated around 16 and a half inches and for girth, well as he tried to wrap his hands around it but didn’t close fully. He saw himself with a fiery lust, gave the mirror the most powerful and most muscular pose he could do causing his muscles to pump up and bulge out, he grabbed his dick which was leaking precum and slowly began to jerk his monstrous friend. He mound heavily as he began to pick up speed, now this wasn’t his first time doing it, during our teenager we all know there are countless time everybody has jerked off, but not like this, feeling every new muscle just made him more heated and caused him to pick up speed, thrusting his hands back and forth on every inch of his phallus. With his new found body and new levels ecstasy he never reached or even felt, he knew that he was going to enjoy his new life. . . . . Just after he’s done testing his new body of course, but since his parents were gone and nobody was home, let’s just say it’s going to be a long and messy night.

This one's pretty long. I was lucky and had a party with 2 summoners, so they basically carried through dungeons as I wrote naughty stuff. Just a heads up, this one contains growth and sex. It's also set about 2 weeks from the 2nd part. This might be the last part. I still think I really need to work on growth portions of stories like this. It's actually really hard. I feel like I'm being repetitive with word choices and descriptions. :C Part 3 I liked to fuck massive men. Muscular men, to be more specific. I liked pounding their tight muscled asses. I liked hearing their baritone moans as I ravaged their body with intense levels of pleasure. Rex could never offer me that, so our relationship wouldn't go past kissing and cuddling. Emotionally I could be with him in that way, but my body refused. I did like him, it's just he couldn't arouse my body. Demons liked stronger partners, since stronger partners means more stamina. . . Which means more excess energy being released during sex. Demons only preferred partners like that because their bodies would only accept strong people. I felt sorry for Rex while I was watching him work out. No matter how hard he'd push those weights, his body would always be on the lithe side. It actually bothered me that humans were bound to their genetics, but then again, demons were bound to their body and its needs. Inside, Rex was a bodybuilder; a masculine man who was perhaps still a beta at heart. His determination, his focus, his form. All of it was perfect. I could feel the amounts of energy his body was expending. I wanted to grow him some more, but I couldn't tell why I wanted to do it. Was it because I wanted him to be fuck-worthy of a demon? Or was it because I really thought he deserved it? After Rex was done working out, he wiped his sweaty bangs from his forehead and waved at me as he went into the locker room. I continued to wait, trying to sort my feelings about Rex. He's definitely my boyfriend. He is definitely ready for sex after a week of being with me, now coming up on 2 weeks. How would I break it to him? My body won't let me get hard without forcing my member to become erect. And you know what they say about forcing things. We walked back to my place, since I was going to show him my place for the first time. Once inside, he looked around. Admiring the furniture and various designs. I made it all myself, since I had the time to do so. I plopped down on the couch and he followed suit. Except he straddled my lap and wrapped his arms around me. He bent down and kissed me a few times, going straight to the most passionate things he could muster. He was even using his tongue to show what he's learned from me, and damn, it felt amazing. His cock was already hard, straining his shorts. So much for being a shy virgin. He must have been 6.8” long, which is decent for a human. He noticed that I wasn't getting hard, though. “Add, is something wrong?” “Rex, look.” I looked into those beautiful olive eyes, trying to figure out a way to sugar coat things. I didn't want to hurt him. “A demon's body is different from a human's body. Our functions are not under our control, in fact, it's almost like we work to please our bodies first. Our bodies only see results and not feelings. So sex to demons is essentially just another way to get excess energy. The stronger and more lively the target, the more sexual energy they'll release during sex. It's energy they couldn't use anyway, so it would be a win-win situation.” “OK? So you feel weird about munching on the sex-energy or whatever?” “No. Rex, you're not exactly the strongest guy. I like you a lot. But my body doesn't seem to think there's a reason to please you. Sex with you would only produce minimal amounts of excess energy. You can't make me hard as you are now. I wish I could change it, but I can't.” He paused and looked away. He seemed hurt. I tried to console him but he just backed away. “You can't change it, so I guess it's not your fault. . .” “I really want to. Believe me, I do.” He paused once more and got off my lap. He walked over to a mirror and stared at it for a few moments. I could see his face light up in the reflection. “But you could change me.” “I could.” I was surprised he would be up to change just to have sex with me. Surprised and happy. “I want you to do it for yourself, though. Not for me.” “Why can't I do it for both? If it means I can be intimate with my boyfriend and be stronger, then why not?” He smiled, “Besides, bigger is better!” “Yes. Yes it is.” I stood up and approached him. I caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes, searching his most frequent dreams. I was piecing together what he really wanted to be. I'm not sure I could give him what he desired, but I'd try anyway. To get what he wanted, he would have to sacrifice more than 2 measly years of life force. “I'm going to need you to commit to something or trade for this to work. It has to be serious.” “Oh.” He sighed, “Sex with a huge guy gets you energy, right? So what if I. . . What if I let you use my body whenever you need more energy for 5 years? That'd be worth more than 5 years worth of energy up front, right? I'll be at your beck and call no matter what.” “That's a start. It means even if you didn't want sex, your body would force you to anyway.” I was glad he offered that on the first go-around. Rex was most certainly a beta, so being at my beck and call would feel natural for him. “I'm not sure how big that will make you, but I'll try my best to get you what you really want. So, Rex, do we have a deal? Just strip to confirm you are OK with the terms.” He eagerly stripped, not having a second thought. Rex wanted to be larger and he wanted to have sex with me. He wanted both, and I also wanted both for him too. I worked my magic right away, starting from his neck. I massaged his traps and shoulders, making Rex melt right in my hands. I could feel his traps bulk upwards and his shoulders made my grip loosen so I could accommodate his broadening shoulders. He let out a soft sigh and I could see beads of sweat starting to form. Of course, his cock was standing at attention and I was feeling mine twitch. My hands slid over to his biceps and triceps, which I could barely fit my hand over. When they ballooned, I couldn't even touch my two hands together if I wrapped them around his beefy arm. His forearms pulsed and became sharply defined, growing slightly in size and thickening his wrists. My hands glided down to his pecs, groping what little bumps he had until it took less effort. Soon his pecs were raised enough so I could no longer grab them all. He let out a moan as I lingered around his nipples, making them more sensitive to my touch before moving on. “Add. . .” “Are you having second thoughts? I can't stop.” I halted my movement and let my hands play with his chest hair. He was still growing, even if it was slowed down a bit. “I. . . I understand. . .” He sighed, “It's scary. I feel like I'm about to give up myself.” “Just relax. You're not being torn down to nothing, you're being built up.” He nodded and I resumed my movement downward, gliding over his abs and tracing the shallow lines throughout his stomach region. Across his abs, around his obliques, and over the alluring lines that went straight down to his pelvis. Each faint line was becoming deeper and more defined. He let out a louder moan this time, probably because the growth was happening so close to his manhood Then came his glutes, I reached around and let them balloon just a bit, making him have the perfect muscled bubble butt; something we could both enjoy. Then came his cock, I pulled on it a bit, stretching it by 2 inches and making it more sensitive. My cock was still bigger by quite a bit, so I didn't mind him having a larger manhood. It'd just be more to play with. His body shook as he tried to steady himself and his breathing sped up. I could no longer wrap my hand around his thicker cock, and moved right down to his balls. I fondled them until they felt like large eggs in my hand. “Almost done.” I looked up at him as I knelt down to the ground. He looked down and nodded. I realized I couldn't see his entire face anymore thanks to his extended pecs. I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork. He was becoming close to what he desired to be. Last was his legs. I ran my hands over his hairy quads, feeling the once rigid but flat surface bulge outward. It was at that time that I realized his increase testosterone levels had made his hair thicker. He now had teardrops above his knees and his stance widened. If he didn't have a swagger to his walk, he'd need one to accommodate his package. Finally was his calves and ankles, which were probably the easiest parts. I just shaped up his calves, adding some mass and made sure to strengthen his ankles, including his tendons. His new legs might not have been the hugest compared to other men, but they were definitely the toughest. Even thought I was finished, he was still panting. He was too aroused to even speak. I stood up and admired him from afar, almost impressed with what he had become. His body was not humongous, though he could pass for a natural bodybuilder. Maybe he wouldn't win any contests, unless of course, the contests were solely based on how impressive the muscles actually looked. His muscles were covered in denser golden fur than they once were. And despite that, his muscles were still visible. I could tell where each muscle started and ended, and even the exact shape they were. His veins were prominent too, almost putting my vascularity to shame. I spun him around so he could see himself in the mirror. “Whu-” He groaned, his voice an octave deeper than it once was. His eyes widened and his cock throbbed even more. “I'm. . .” “You're hard everywhere.” I massaged his back, letting his lats and other back muscles grow. I almost forgot about those. His shape changed a bit, giving him a classic V-shape that most bodybuilders strived for. “And now I'm pretty hard too.” Rex turned around and grabbed me, looking down to see my erect member. The feral lust and higher testosterone levels were too much for him to bear. He couldn't control himself. His breathing was heavy and his cock was leaking precum. “I need it, Add. I need it now.” He growled. For a virgin he sure was eager and fearless. For now, anyway. I nodded and backed away, pointing to the floor. “Lay on your back. I've got to go get something.” I walked to my bedroom to grab some lube and came back with no clothes on. He was lying on the floor, his chest quickly rising and falling in anticipation. My cock was throbbing, but it still felt like my body was deciding if that man would be enough for producing energy. I bent down and applied lube to my fingers, gently massaging his virgin asshole. He groaned and his ass tightened up, making work even harder for me. “Relax, Rex. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to give you what you need and I'm going to get what I want. I'm finally going to get to express my feeling for you in the best way I know how to. I really want you.” “You want me?” He softly laughed, “You never said that before.” “Yeah. I do. I want you so bad, you have no idea.” His ass loosened up and let my two fingers slide in. I massaged his insides, lubing up all that I could and loosening up his ass muscles so he could accommodate the tip of my cock at the very least. I got on top of him and kissed his lips, gently biting them and giving him a whole different spectrum of sensations to deal with. One hand tweaked his nipple while the other caressed his cobblestone stomach. Something about his body hair against my smooth skin felt so right. Rex became a bit more forward as he took the lube from my hand, while I moved down to kiss his neck. He pulled my head back up so he could kiss me on the lips and kept me preoccupied. Meanwhile, his hands were working my cock by lubing it up real good. His hands roughly storked all 10” of my cock, and he had a good idea of how I liked to have my cock gripped. Oh, that man had some tricks up his sleeve and my demon body decided right there and then that he was worth the energy. And to me, this was worth something just for the sole purpose of finally pleasing my boyfriend. I backed away and angled myself properly, teasing his ass with the tip of my cock. It loosened up instantly, letting my cock enter his virgin ass. It was tight and warm. It felt better than any other man I slept with before him. I slowly slid inside of him and he gripped the carpet, trying to hold back any sounds or signs of pain. I stopped halfway in and let him get used to my fat cock. I rubbed his thick quads while waiting, noticing his breathing was becoming less erratic. That was about to change. I pulled out, leaving only the tip of my cock in, then thrust back in using a bit more of my cock's length. He gripped the carpet again and let out a moan he couldn't even try to hold back. It sounded more like pleasure than pain. I continued thrusting, angling my pelvis and slightly changing my stance every 3 thrusts. I was trying to find the right form to give him the most pleasure, which would also produce the most energy. After about 39 thrusts he let out another moan. Except this time his back arched and he clutched the carpet. The deep moan followed into a symphony of moans, and it surely was music to my ears. I kept at it, pounding his ass and grinding his prostate in all the right ways. He couldn't even control his body anymore. Rex's muscles tensed and pulsed, his breathing was fast and hectic. His body was covered in sweat, making his sweet masculine scent cloud my senses. “Add. . . Add. . .” He tried to call me. By the look of his cock and balls, he was close. “Almost there, Rex.” I replied, hastening my thrusts to get him where I wanted him. One last, long, powerful, and deep moan escaped his lips as his cock erupted. His muscles tensed harder than I ever seen while his veins pulsed to the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat. His cock throbbed and spilled batch after batch of cum on to his body and on to the floor. Some even got on me, not that I minded at all. My giant cock was filling his ass with my seed, and I kept thrusting to prolong his orgasm and mine. The energy coming from his was fantastic and it felt like a secondary orgasm as I was absorbing the energy. However, my body knew the amount of energy wasn't what it should be. He was big, but not big enough for my body. Soon there was no more cum and our cocks shot blanks a few times before stopping entirely. Our cocks weren't fully flaccid, but they were telling us that we couldn't handle another sexual encounter like that for a while. I fell on top of him and he tried to wrap his arms around me. Instead, his arms just flopped to the sides. His entire body felt pumped, like he just had an intense workout. But it was obvious he couldn't move even if he wanted to. “Thanks for trusting me with your body.” I kissed Rex on the cheek and cuddled up to him. “I know you were scared but you braced yourself and went with it anyway.” “I wanted to. . . I really wanted to. . .” He looked at me and smiled. “I do trust you. . . And. . . That was the best thing ever. . . You're amazing, Add. . . I don't think. . . I can handle it. . . Just yet. . . So tired. . .” “It's not from the energy absorption, it's from the orgasm.” I reassured him, though he most likely wasn't thinking about that. “Go ahead and sleep. I'll be here.” “Demons. . . Don't sleep. . .” “That's fine. Just because I don't, doesn't mean you can't sleep. I'll just stay here and keep those nightmares away.” I kissed him once more. “Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up. I promise.” “You. . . Better. . . Be. . .” His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep. I was expecting him to be dreaming, but he wasn't. Not yet. It was weird, actually. I think I laid there with him for 4 hours and he only had a couple short dreams. I never tried sleeping or dreaming, so I didn't really know how it all worked. It was interesting to say the least. I remember 2 of those dreams involved the same subject. We were both working out and I was huge, perhaps double my size. He was huge too, but not as huge as I was. Then it lead to sweaty sex, which of course made his newly grown cock push up against me in real life. The 2nd time we were working out, but both of us were growing at an intense rate before our cocks erupted from an intense series of orgasms. If I had dreams, they'd probably be very close to what he was dreaming about. I wondered, though, if I could make those dreams come true for both of us.

Synergy Sometimes you just know. It feels so deep and integral that is seems to come from the deepest part of you. You can feel it in your bones, radiating out to the skin. It is a truth that cannot be explained away. I felt this the first time I saw Ian. I was too young to know what it was at the time, but I knew he was special to me. I knew that he held in his equally small hands the key to happiness—or what I believed happiness to be at the time. Everyone loved Ian. He was handsome and athletic and social. He was friendly and kind. One night, when we were in fifth grade, I spend the night at Ian’s house. He hadn’t asked me to spend the night before, but we had become better friends. I remember walking downstairs to the basement and getting sleeping bags out, lying next to him, feeling his warmth just inches away. I don’t know why I did it, but I looked over to him in the dark. “Hey Ian…We should pretend that I am Sarah. You like Sarah, right?” “What do you mean, ‘pretend you are Sarah?’ That’s silly, Brad.” “I mean, I can lay on top of you and we can kiss. You can practice on me. You want to kiss her. You said so earlier.” “OK, but we can’t tell anyone about it.” That was the first time I knew that something was “wrong” about the way I felt. I crawled on top of Ian’s body, opened my mouth, and kissed him deeply, albeit clumsily. He was my first kiss. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I felt so attached to him. We never spoke of that moment the next day, or the day after, or the day after that. We continued to become closer and closer. He was everything to me, even at that age. I felt something deep and powerful inside my young mind and body. Ian did something for me that no one else had ever done…He made me feel beautiful and handsome. He made me feel popular. I was still the new kid but when Ian and I started hanging out, everyone accepted me. He made me feel wanted. He was amazing, even at that age. Weeks later, my parents sat us down for a family meeting. We moved around a lot when I was young. From what I had heard during closed-door phone calls, my dad was getting a job, hours away from Spokane where we lived at the time. I wasn’t sure at that moment, but when my parent’s called a family meeting, I knew it was time to move again. I was heartbroken. Not only because I now had some great friends, but because I couldn’t imagine leaving Ian. We played soccer together. We rode our bikes around the neighborhood together. We went swimming together. He was all I thought about and everything I wanted. I couldn’t bear to think about moving away from him. He was my first kiss. He was also my first heartbreak, although looking back, I don’t think that he knew it. He didn’t have the awareness that I did at that age. He didn’t know how I felt, not really. The day we moved, I remember grey skies and a light rain. The U-Haul truck waited in the driveway. Ian had promised me he would come and say goodbye but we were ready to leave and he hadn’t come to the house yet. I felt like my heart would break right there in the driveway. I would never see him again. Something inside of me cried out for him. I felt like I was leaving a part of myself behind—God, if I could only just say goodbye. The grass was still brown from a cold winter with plenty of snow. Spring’s warmth had not touched down yet and from the grey sky, it would remain that way for a while. I remember looking at the silent, sleeping, brown-matted grass and thinking that it looked like how I felt—sickly, on the brink of life, hungry for a better day, desiring of warmth, cognizant of a great change—afraid. I tried to postpone our departure. I said I had to use the restroom. I said I needed to spend a minute in my room. I wanted to walk around the backyard again—the backyard where Ian and I had spent so many hours talking and playing—and so many nights sleeping under the stars in our sleeping bags. I loved him and I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t see him again. As my mom locked the front door to the split-entry house and we walked outside toward my waiting father and the truck full of our belongings, I saw a quick flash of shadow coming around the corner of the street. It was Ian. His legs were pumping on the peddles of his BMX bike and he was sweating and breathless—I could tell—and that was saying something. He was such a great athlete, even at that age. He must have been riding as fast as he could for the several blocks that separated our houses. I breathed a sigh of relief—and then sorrow crashed into me. Suddenly, I didn’t know if it was the best thing for him to have come. It would only make things harder. “Brad, here comes Ian! I know you wanted to say goodbye to him. I need to go talk to your dad but I’ll be in the car in a minute. We need to leave in a couple of minutes, so say goodbye. Do you want to ride with your father or do you want to come behind in the car with me?” I couldn’t even think about what my mom was saying. Did I want to ride in the truck or the car? I didn’t care. Only Ian mattered. When I saw him lay his bike down on the grass and walk quickly toward me, I could only think of him. My mom went to talk to my dad. Ian grabbed my hand and led me around to the back of the truck. “Sorry. I was grocery shopping with my mom and we were late. I tried to make her get home faster.” He was still out of breath. He wore the scent of his home. I could smell it. It smelled like Ian. I can still remember that smell—like summery detergent, fabric softener, and something spicy…like cloves and baked apples. His smell was warm and clean. Writing this down, I can still smell it years later. He leaned over to me quickly and gave me a kiss on the lips. I knew he was taking a risk…he had told me months ago that we were never supposed to talk about that night…so in that moment, I knew he felt something for me as well. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t respond for a moment. “I’ll miss you, Ian.” A tear edged its way out of the corner of my eye and slowly fell down my cheek. “Don’t cry. I’ll always be with you. I promise.” Somehow, I knew he was telling the truth. I felt something inside of me leap out for him, but the emotion that the empty space was replaced by was loneliness and sadness. He was right in front of me, but I still felt destroyed because I understood that we were going to be apart forever. “Goodbye, Brad. We should write to each other.” His voice cracked. We were so young and innocent. Pure. We loved each other and it was that simple. We weren’t old enough to be jaded by life. We weren’t old enough to be filled with trepidation or caution because of poor decisions. We were just friends—friends who loved each other deeply. “Brad! We need to go. Its already an hour after when we wanted to leave. Come and get in the car,” I heard my mom bellow. “See you, Ian.” “Write to me when you get to your new house.” I jumped in the car and looked out the window. It was slightly fogged from the weather. It began to rain harder. The last thing I remember about that day was Ian standing on our lawn, his BMX bicycle tipped over next to him, waving as we drove away. ================================================================================== The rest of my elementary school life was a nightmare. I was thin, short, and out of shape. I had thick glasses and was “smart” so the cool kids didn’t want to really get to know me. I thought of Ian often when no one would play with me. Eventually, the most popular kid on our sixth-grade class befriended me. He was tall and blonde. His father was a doctor and they lived in a beautiful house on the crest of a hill overlooking the town. I was glad he became my friend. Everyone seemed to like me after he started talking to me. I didn’t feel the same way about him as I did about Ian, but he was nice and I made some friends because of him. Ian and I wrote to each other a few times. Eventually, we stopped. I don’t know who sent the last letter, or who didn’t respond, but I do remember feeling some blunted and distant sorrow about that loss. But one thing I knew—that beautiful handsome boy would ALWAYS be my first kiss. And I would ALWAYS be his. That gave me some satisfaction. ================================================================================== Junior high started the next year. It was a huge transition. The elementary schools combined and so there were hundreds of new kids. Social life was turned on its head. I went to sit with my friends from elementary school at lunch. The popular kids had somehow found each other automatically. The cool kids I had become friends with in my last year of elementary school had gravitated toward a group of other good-looking kids. I approached John, the coolest guy in my class last year who had befriended me. I had never seen the girl sitting next to him, nor can I remember what she looked like or who she was. Sometimes it is easiest to block things out that are painful. “Hey John. Is this where we are sitting?” I asked when I walked up to the long cafeteria table. John didn’t look at me, not really. He just kept talking to the people around him. The little shrew-faced girl sitting next to him looked up at me standing next to them as they were seated. With a smug look she gave me a once over, looking at my unremarkable face, my thick glasses, beginnings of acne, and unremarkable body. I was short, even for that age. I wasn’t dressed like most of the cool kids. My parents didn’t have much money although we never lacked anything we really needed. We just couldn’t afford the name brands and current styles that the cool kids could. After inspecting me carefully, the girl looked me straight in the eye and proclaimed me unworthy. “This table is for the popular kids. Go somewhere else.” In that instant, something inside of me changed, and not for the better. I felt alone. I felt like I had lost something of great value – I had lost my friends from last year. From that moment on, when the lunch bell rang, I either sat in the hallway waiting for the lunch period to be over and not eating anything, or if I was especially hungry that day, I would take my brown bag lunch, walk into the boys’ restroom, close the door to a stall, sit on a lidded toilet, and eat my lunch there. It was disgusting, I know, but I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. I knew everyone and they knew me, but I didn’t belong to any group or have any real friends. It was terrible. My parents didn’t know of my isolation. No one really knew. I faked it well. But, it was destroying my self-confidence and self worth. One morning, I woke up and felt sore from head to toe. It wasn’t the soreness that comes from a solid run or a little overexertion. It was the kind of soreness that made me feel like my body was growing into the mattress. I could barely move. I had never felt like that before. It was painful but it also felt supremely…good. It was a foreign feeling. I only wanted to lay in bed. I wracked my mind trying to think about what could have made me feel that way. I didn’t play sports and I hadn’t had gym class the day before. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been put through some sort of top-level military exercise. I couldn’t explain it, so I didn’t try. When I got to school, I moved slowly through the hall. Picking up my legs was a struggle. God, so much pain was wracking my body. The thought of sitting in a chair for first period was the only thing that kept me going. I shuffled through the hall. I heard some laughter, most likely because there was wincing on my face. I tried to blend in to the surroundings. It is how I learned to survive; however, the dull pain radiating from my muscles forced a certain scowl to be permanently etched onto my face. Fuck. I was almost to my first course of the day. I turned around the corner in the wide hallway hugging the wall and leaning a bit on it for support. Just then, John, my previous friend from elementary school ran into me, head-on. “Sorry, Brad.” He looked at me with some degree of pity. I think he knew he had been an ass hole and was feeling sorry about the social pariah that I had become. He was partially responsible for that and I know he knew it to some degree. At that moment though, all I could think about was the sharp pain that I felt as his body collided with mine. The rest of junior high was spent cowering away from people. The days of soreness came and went for years. I couldn’t really explain them, nor could I escape them. I would often feel the same way a day or two after my gym class, but that was only once a week and my bouts of full-body soreness occurred much more frequently than that. One thing that I did excel at was music. I joined the high school jazz band when I moved up to 10th grade. I was good. I played the piano and could make the most jaded person feel alive when I sat down at the keyboard. It was a gift. Our school was known for the music program and a lot of the cool kids were in band actually. The teacher was amazing, energetic, and fun. We traveled around the state putting on concerts for communities and other schools. It was the highlight of my high school career up to that point. When I was a senior, we were invited to perform at a Washington state high school leadership camp at Central Washington University in Ellensburg. It was scheduled on the day of my 18th birthday. CWU wasn’t too far away, but it was a reason to be gone from high school and my tormented existence there for a day so I was very excited. I woke up on the morning before we left, more sore and exhausted than I ever had been. I was in so much pain; I almost started crying when attempting to get out of bed. I didn’t want to eat as was typical when I felt this way. I just wanted to lay in bed, motionless, without apology. My parents had been becoming increasingly worried. Something that they thought was probably just growing pains had now been occurring for the better part of 6 years…and I hadn’t been growing much. I was around 5’4” and thin. Most of the latter part of that equation was because of my lack of desire to eat when I felt the soreness. It was becoming more and more frequent that I would have these bad days. The doctors didn’t know what was causing it and that was not for a lack of trying to figure it out. They did all sorts of tests. I was supposedly healthy outside if a bit of malnutrition. Anyway, Jazz Band was planning on going to this leadership conference the next day. I wasn’t going to miss it. It would be the best birthday present I could have--I enjoyed getting out and exploring other places. It reminded me that there was a life outside of the walls of my high school. I knew that if I could make it to graduation, things would be OK. I was thinking of going to CWU anyway, so I could check it out while I was there. I forced myself out of bed, showered, got dressed, and made it to school just on time- without eating of course. I knew I should really start eating more. The day went well for the most part. I ate in the bathroom stall again, which was becoming more and more common for me to do. I avoided talking to people and therefore, avoided being made fun of or pushed around. Fuck, I was short AND skinny. That is a troublesome combination for an 18-year-old band geek. I walked home alone. It was only a couple of blocks so there was not use in driving. I was in a good mood however. Tomorrow was another band trip and my birthday. I ate a few bites at dinner, crawled into bed, and wished for a quick sleep. The next morning, we left for Ellensburg. The air was clear and crisp as often happens in the late spring. This would be our last trip of the school year and the last trip of my high school career. We arrived at the university and started setting up in a huge ornate auditorium. Red velvet curtains crossed the stage with long braded golden ropes hanging from the corners. Huge soaring columns lined the sides of the auditorium and hundreds of soft seats curve out in dozens of rows facing the stage. It was a beautiful building. We got things prepared and just in time. The participants from other high schools around the state started filtering just as we completed our sound check. The concert began. I was brilliant as usual. But I didn’t consider myself to be anything special, regardless of the talent I obviously had. The concert ended and I was a bit sad. The one thing in my life that I cared about, the one thing I was good at, was almost over. I loved the applause of the audience. It was one good thing in my life. I made my way out of the auditorium after we were finished. I was helping the others pack up their instruments in the back alley behind the building. I felt a shock of surprise for some reason. I didn’t know why, but the air seemed to change somehow. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got goose bumps all over my arms. “Hey. Is your name Brad?” I heard a deep powerful rumbling voice ask from a few feet behind me. It sounded like silk and thunder. I turned around and one of the most stunning men I have ever seen was staring at me with a quizzical look. He smiled and my heart exploded. He was about my age but phenomenally more muscular. He looked to be about 6’ tall, had smooth tan skin unadulterated by acne. His hair was short and with a slight curl. Damn. He was beautiful. “Ya. I’m Brad.” I didn’t know what else to say. Who the fuck was this Adonis? His tight t-shirt hugged his body and was a size too small. The fabric stretched begrudgingly over his bloated pecs, pulling tight especially across his cleavage. Two gumdrop sized nipples stuck out against a shirt that had no recourse from the power contained underneath it. The sleeves were a bit to short but that only served to accentuate the planets of delts perched above the god’s arms. Biceps dangled happily from the shoulders and were hugged on each side by a very prominent vein. His forearms looked like Popeye-come-to-life but were decorated with an intricate web of vasculature. I never thought veins to be especially attractive, but his were somehow…graceful. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his steely grey eyes. They knew something I did not. I could tell he was now smiling mischievously. I broke my gaze and looked away for a moment. I pushed the bridge of my glasses up my nose. Some of the girls were staring, slack-jawed, at the perfect specimen that was staring at me. Some of the other guys were similarly in awe. Others looked disgusted, but only out of jealousy. This was a god, and everyone knew it. “Brad! I can’t believe it is you!” The god looked like he was getting excited and was happy about something. I couldn’t think of what it could be. It made me a bit nervous—and aroused. His muscles expanded and contracted. He didn’t take his eyes off of me but had this galactic grin across his face. He took a step toward me and I just looked up, wondering who this was and what he could possibly want with me. He took another step, bent down slightly and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s Ian! From elementary school. I heard your name when they were introducing you all in there and I thought it must be you.” It was Ian. The best friend I ever had. My first kiss. His first kiss. “IAN!” I gasped. He lifted me up easily, his hands under my arms, until I was eye to eye with him. It should have felt demeaning to have someone pick me up like a small child, but it didn’t. It felt safe. “Brad, I can’t believe it man. I just can’t believe it. What are the odds of us meeting here after all this time?” I couldn’t speak. My mind was racing and my cock was beginning to respond to this beautiful man’s voice. This was my best friend. This was my best friend! Instantly, I didn’t feel alone anymore. I heard a couple of gasps from my fellow band-mates. I could tell they were stunned that I knew who this muscle stud was and that he was giving me a hug. Ian set me down on my feet again. My eyes traveled up from his pecs to his eyes. I couldn’t help but noticed, however, that his too-small shirt left an inch gap between the top of his tight jeans and the bottom hem of his t-shirt. I could make out the silky skin underneath and a very pronounced happy trail of hair running from what must be his abs down to his manhood. I was about to explode. My cock twitched in my pants. His eyes were glowing and his smile could knock satellites out of orbit if he grinned in the right direction. Fuck. He was perfect. “Ian, we have to go!” I heard a middle-aged voice call out in the distance. “We have to leave now!” “Hey Brad. We need to catch up. I should give you my number. I graduate high school next week and will have a few weeks off before I come here for football training camp this summer. I can come visit you if you want. I just can’t believe that I finally reconnected with you!” “That…That would be…great, Ian.” The god looked around for a pen or something so he could write his number down. A stunned girl (a homely overweight saxophonist) meekly handed him a pen, smiling, blushing. “Thank you,” he rumbled and smiled looking her directly in the eye. He was kind. “You are coming here next year? I am as well.” I stuttered out the information. “Ya, I am! This will be so great! Brad, you have to call me. I’ll come visit in the next few weeks. I can drive over from Spokane. It’s only a few hours. I am so happy to see you! I miss you.” There was a look of caution and care in his eyes. He almost looked sad. It looked like pity. I couldn’t speak but just nodded in agreement. He flashed a smile and winked with his left eye. “Call me, Brad… Please. We have a lot to catch up on.” Another smile flashed across his face and he turned around to walk toward his teacher. The wind had been knocked out of my sails. I could barely breath as I watched him walk away. His back would make his chest jealous. Thick pillars of muscle ran along his spine. A topographical map lay under his tight shirt. And his round tight ass… that is what my eyes focused on. Powerful, tight, hard, sexy-as-fuck. I wanted to bury my face in between those muscle cakes and feed on his undoubtedly perfect hole. I couldn’t stop staring. Just before he turned around the corner with his school group, he looked back at me, flashed that smile, and winked again. It was silent for a moment. Everyone around me was stunned. They looked at me like I was an alien, like they had just barely noticed a new life form in their midst. “You know that guy?” I heard spoken to me a dozen times in the next few minutes. I didn’t respond for a few moments. I found that collecting my thoughts in that moment was almost impossible. John, my elementary school friend who hadn’t given me the time of day for years, and the drummer of our jazz band, approached me quickly. “Who was that?” he demanded. He sounded almost—jealous. There is little I remember about what happened after that, but I stood up straighter in that moment and looked around at the faces torn between trying to catch another glimpse of Ian or watching me like some strange insect. “He is my best friend.” I said it simply. Everyone went back to work, packing up for our trip home. Every once in a while, I would see someone glance at me and just shake their head. I didn’t know if it was jealousy or incredulity…maybe it was a bit of both. Which ever it was, that moment was the best of any birthday I had ever had. The next day I woke up and was sore again. I was in pain more than I wasn’t these days. I could barely get out of bed but I had to try. Something about what happened with Ian the previous day echoed in my mind. He was the handsomest, most masculine, gorgeous man that I had ever seen…and he wanted to come visit for a few days and “catch up” on life. I pinched myself repeatedly. Holy shit. School wrapped up for the year largely without incident. I called Ian a couple of times over the course of a few weeks and we set up for him to come and visit for several days before he headed to his summer football program. I couldn’t believe that that muscle stud would be under my roof, sleeping in my room, for 3 or 4 days. I don’t know if I could control myself. Every time I thought about it, I got hard…like raging hard. My cock was becoming quite talented at producing sweet honey-like precum at even the most passing of thoughts about Ian. How would my humble cock and balls handle having that meat monster around for days on end? The day finally came. It was perfectly sunny outside and warm. Ian pulled into our driveway in a late model Jeep Wrangler. It fit his ruggedness and personality perfectly. I watched out the window as he grabbed a t-shirt from the back seat and pulled it over his bare chest. He had been shirtless and now was trying to be presentable for meeting my parents again. I wish he would have just left that god-damned shirt off and walked up to the front door in all of his magnificence. Even just looking out the window at him pulling his shirt over his head, I was ready to pump out a huge load. This could be trouble. I heard the doorbell downstairs and a shuffling from the kitchen. “Brad!!! That must be Ian!” I head my mother yell. She was going to answer the door, thankfully. I was still a bit hard from watching Ian’s bare chest pull into the drive. I wanted to suck on his nipples, chewing them, grabbing his huge hard ass, tongue his tight pink love hole. These images flashed through my mind in the course of one second. Fuck. My. Life. I heard the low rumble of Ian’s voice in the entry way and then I heard my mom start laughing. He was a charmer that is for sure. I made my way downstairs slowly…I didn’t want to cum spontaneously in my pants before I even got downstairs. “IAN! You made it.” I could hardly contain my excitement. I still couldn’t believe that this perfectly handsome muscle beast would be within arms reach of me for days on end. I was suddenly apprehensive. Would he find me watching him, lusting after him, tenting my shorts every time he looked at me. He seemed so nice, but maybe he would beat my ass if he found out. “Let’s get you settled in my room. Then we can decide what we are going to do the rest of the day, OK?” “Sure, Brad. I do need to go find a gym today so I can get a good workout in, but I saw a few coming into town. Other than that, I am completely free. I just want to be sure I stay in top shape for football camp this weekend.” I nodded in agreement. Some inner part of me wanted to be sure that Ian invited me to go workout with him, even though I hadn’t lifted a weight in my life. He grabbed his duffle bag in one arm and hoisted it onto his shoulder. “Lead the way, Brad,” he shot another smile at me with one of those devious winks. He would be trouble, I could feel it. “Straight up the stairs,” I said. He started climbing the stairs, his round hard ass-globes propelling his rippling beefy body up to my room. I was following him only a step behind. My face was only an inch away from his muscular ass globes and that tight, warm hole and I could smell his exquisite man scent reaching out to me like a mythological siren. I wanted to bury my tongue in the crevasse of his perky powerful caboose. I wanted to probe his fuck hole with my tongue until I made him scream. I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts, but I was. It was as if he was sending me the message through his pheromones. I could smell him. I could smell his need. We reached my room, he threw his duffle bag on the ground, smiled at me, and got a dirty look on his face. Once again, he knew something I didn’t. “You mind if I change? I want to get my gym clothes on before I go find a place to workout.” “I don’t mind at all. I’ll just give you a few minutes to get ready.” I stared up at Ian, his pulsating muscles writhing under his tight clothes. “Brad, I’d prefer if you stayed.” He leveled me with another sly smile. “We can start catching up as I get ready.” He offered that last bit as insurance in case I didn’t accept the direction of his comments. How could I not. He was 6 foot and over 200 pounds of solid marble strength. I was just pushing 5’ 4” and struggled to break 110 pounds on a good day. I was pathetic comparatively. “Sure. Let’s catch up, Ian.” I sat on the edge of the bed as Ian rifled through his clothes looking for something he could wear to the gym. “Do you have any protein powder, Brad? I should probably make a shake before heading to the gym. I have some in the Jeep I can give you later in exchange.” I couldn’t stifle my laughter. “Seriously Ian. Do I look like I use protein powder? I am about as big as one of those thick thighs of yours.” Ian stopped changing and just looked at me—like he shouldn’t have asked the question. I wanted to look him in the eye, but I could only look at the beautifully tanned skin of the man before me. He had taken off all of his clothes except his briefs. I could see his bulge threatening to stretch the limits of its cage…and he wasn’t even hard. His body was so beautiful and thick. I could spend hours trying to describe it, but it would do no good. My eyes tracked down from his shoulders to his pecs. They traced his arms and switched over to his insane abs. Were abs supposed to have a netting of veins? I hadn’t ever seen that. My eyes came to rest on his waistline. His Apollo’s belt (or what I liked to call, the cum gutters) focused my eyes on the trail of hair extending from just above his navel downward where they plunged into his intensely white and tight briefs. I let out a soft moan and then… I spontaneously ejaculated. Fear coursed across my face and I felt like I was going to pass out, my body trembling from the orgasm as well as the embarrassment. My eyes started to flutter as I felt the world around me getting dark. I could tell I was going to pass out, my legs giving out underneath me. I faintly remember Ian’s beautiful muscled powerful body stepping toward me quickly with arms out. I felt them wrap around me. Then I felt myself faint. I was lying down on the bed naked. I looked over and saw Ian rifling through my dresser…shit. I had my muscle magazines in there. I mean, online pics and videos were OK, but sometimes having those pictures right in front – a magazine in one and my cock in the other – that was perfect. He grabbed a couple of items and turned around just in time to see me looking over at him. “You OK, Brad? I got you undressed and cleaned up. I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t want to worry your parents about you passing out since I think I know why you did.” He could see the terror in my eyes, I am sure of it. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it. It happens sometimes.” “People spontaneously dumping cum in their pants when they look at you? That happens ‘sometimes’? Fuck that man!” For some reason, it came out in an angry voice. I felt my cheeks turn red. Was I jealous that others had seen Ian, my best friend, and had instant orgasms? Fuck yes. I was a little jealous. I was jealous that others had that reaction and I was even more jealous that he was so goddamn perfect. My life had sucked beyond words since I moved away from him…I ate my lunch almost every day in the school bathroom for fuck’s sake just to survive! And here he was, a god among men, smiling and friendly, and… and fuck him! “Ya. It happens sometimes.” He looked embarrassed now and slightly ashamed, like he had done something wrong. I felt like shit. He couldn’t help how fucking gorgeous he was with his thick cords and bulges, his perfect skin that any cosmetics company would want to know the secret too, his piercing steely eyes, his perfect body hair…it wasn’t his fault and I had just blamed him and made him feel ashamed of himself. I looked away. It was my turn to feel ashamed. He walked across the room toward me with some clean shorts and a tank top in his hand. He held them out to me with a look of concern on his face. He was worried about me and he was worried that I was angry with him. “Are you OK, Brad? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have undressed you and cleaned you up. I was just trying to help.” “Please don’t apologize Ian. It’s me, not you. I guess I am just a little overwhelmed by how different our lives seem to have gotten since I moved here all those years ago.” “How so? You know you can tell me anything, Brad. Anything. You are still the best friend I have ever had.” I reached out and grabbed the clothes from his outstretched huge arm, pulled the shorts on and put on the tank top. My thinness was on display. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to me in a gesture to invite him to sit down next to me. He took his spot on the bed and looked at me with so much compassion and concern in his eyes. I could barely speak. I started mumbling a few times, but couldn’t get out more than a few words without stopping. I wasn’t crying, I just didn’t know where to start. No one made me feel as comfortable as Ian and I had told no one about my horrible school experiences. He put is massive ripped arm around my small narrow shoulders. “Take your time, Brad. Just take your time.” I began telling him about elementary school, about my friends there and how they abandoned me in junior high. I told him about the meanness that I encountered because of my small size. I told him about being gay. He just left his arm around my shoulders and looked at my face. I couldn’t even make eye contact with him, but I knew he was paying attention to every word I was saying. About halfway through my story, he pulled me in tighter, right into the space between his bicep and his overdeveloped chest. I felt safe, finally. Eventually, I told him about how I thought I must be sick with some weird disease. I would have almost debilitating muscle soreness and no one knew why. He just listened and didn’t say a word for over an hour, all the while holding me in the muscled pocket of his hard armpit. At the end of the story, he gave me a squeeze. “So you see, our lives couldn’t be more different. If you want to leave after hearing about all of that, you can. It would be harder if you stayed and were weird about it.” “Nothing you have said makes me feel ‘weird’, Brad. Some things in our lives are maybe more similar than you would think.” That’s all he said at the moment so I left it at that. If he wanted to share some of his secrets with me, he would do so in his own time. I respected that. It just felt so good to have my best friend back. “You want to come to the gym with me? We could start you on a program to put some size on you, if you want.” “Ummmmm…maybe. I’ll go with you and see how I feel. It’s a bit intimidating--the gym.” We walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out to the Jeep. What a mismatched pair we were. But it didn’t matter. Arriving at one of the local muscle gyms, we walked in and were greeted at the front desk by fucking John. I didn’t know he worked there. Shit. “Hey, man. Could we get two visitor’s passes for the day? My buddy and I would like to get a workout in this afternoon.” John looked me directly in the eye. I couldn’t figure out what the look on his face meant, but it wasn’t friendly. “Sure. Just sign in here. It’s $5 for a visitor’s pass, but I’ll waive it for you,” John said looking at Ian. Ian signed his name and moved out of the way so I could sign in as well. I wrote down my name on the ledger. “That’ll be $5 for a visitor’s pass.” He looked at me with a smugness I was surprised at. I took out my wallet, embarrassed that Ian was getting a free pass and I had to pay. My face flushed red and I went into my billfold to grab the cash. Ian had been looking into the weight room and hadn’t seen the interaction between John and myself. He glanced back just as I was about to hand John my money. “Hey! Why are you making him pay?” There was a certain tone in Ian’s voice that made me believe that he was more than a little annoyed. “You didn’t make me pay. Why are you making him?” “Its OK, Ian,” I said quietly. “No, it isn’t. Fuck that. Why are you making him pay?” He reached into his own wallet and handed John a $10 bill. “That’s for both of us, asshole.” He put the money on the counter, his eyes boring into John’s. I was shell-shocked. Ian had just burned the most popular guy in our high school class. All I could think was, “We aren’t in high school anymore, John. You’re in a bigger pond with much bigger fish.” I kept that comment to myself. Ian looked down at me and simply said, “Let’s go, Brad.” We walked through the weight room into the locker room. The next hour of my life was insanely intense. Ian didn’t even workout much himself. He spent the entire time helping me learn different basic lifts. He coached me on form, on beginning routines, and we talked about nutrition. His workout time had turned into my personal training session. I was terrified that the next day I wouldn’t be able to move. I voiced my concern to Ian, since I had terrible muscle pain frequently. “Maybe you will, Brad. Maybe. But maybe not. I never have been sore after I lift.” “Not once?” “Never. And it’s not for lack of trying. I have tried to workout so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs or arms when I left the gym. But the next day, nothing. Not even a little ache. So, I guess it depends on how your body will deal with the lifting.” We left the gym after downing a couple of protein shakes that Ian had brought in his gym bag. Walking past the counter, John shot me a sharp look and then went on to stare at Ian’s massive frame walking along side of me. I couldn’t blame him. The rest of the evening, we just hung out at the house catching up on life, ate dinner with my parents, and settled in for a relaxing evening. My parent’s went to bed early so Ian and I stayed in the family room watching TV. It was so nice to feel that at ease with someone. I hadn’t had that feeling since the 5th grade. Ian kept looking at me though. I could tell he wanted to say something. A certain feeling of uncomfortability began to creep into the room. I could just feel it. The TV show ended and we just sat there in the room on the couch. “Ready for bed, Ian?” “Sure. Let’s go up to your room.” He smiled at me and led the way. He knew how much I liked staring at his ass. I am sure of it. I crawled into my big bed. He started blowing up the air mattress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He had stripped down to a pair of red tight boxer briefs that showed the separation of his beautiful ass cheeks and left little to the imagination with regard to his apparently huge cock. I felt myself getting aroused again watching him inhale deeply, shoulders rising, pecs jutting out…and then exhaling into the mouth valve on the air mattress. It was the sexiest thing I had seen—ever. So much power in that thick hard body. And it was almost naked three feet away from me. “Whoa…I think I’m going to give it a rest for a minute. I’m getting light headed.” I just smiled. He smiled back. “You know, you could just sleep in my bed. It is a king size. I don’t take up much room, obviously.” He looked at me with a certain seriousness on his face. “Not if you feel uncomfortable though,” I quickly added. I didn’t want my gigantic friend to think I was hitting on him…not yet anyway. “Um…OK. But I have to sleep in the nude. I can’t sleep if I have clothes on.” My cock shot to attention again but I don’t think Ian noticed. “That’s fine…just don’t attack me in my sleep. I know you want to!” I jested with him, trying to diffuse the sexually tense situation happening in my mind. Ian stood up straight, put his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and eased them down. I could see the elastic stretching thin as the band worked its way over his globular glutes. Fuck, they were big and round and hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He just stared at me. He worked his tight briefs off and down the huge quads of his and stood there in all of his 8”-soft glory. My breath caught in my throat. He just chuckled softly, reached down and grabbed the top sheet on the bed and worked his way under the covers. I could feel his heat radiating over to my much smaller, quivering body. I turned the light switch off next to the bed and the room fell into darkness. I was so tired—exhausted really. But at the same time, I didn’t want to miss out on the feeling of having this god of muscle only inches away from me…naked. NAKED. I could smell the clean scent of man rising from him. I could smell testosterone oozing from his pores. I could smell the singular scent of his clean hole calling to me. I wanted to bury my face in his ass crack and make him squeal as I rimmed him into ecstasy. I could taste him… My erection stiffened even more. I didn’t know it was possible. I let out a muffled moan and I saw his face turn toward me, only a few inches away. I reached onto the nightstand next to me and grabbed a wad of tissue paper and tried to sneak it under the covers. I was going to cum again. I felt my balls churning my seed. I thought I could cum and be quiet about it. I had the tissue paper ready to soak up my creamy emissions. Ian wasn’t asleep. I could tell by his breathing. But, I was being so careful. Maybe he didn’t know what I was doing. I could only hope. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I felt that trip switch that happens before the cum cannon begins to shoot: the point of no return. I could feel my inner parts start to pump their sticky juices in preparation for an epic explosion. I let out another stifled groan- trying to be as quiet as I could. I wrapped my hard throbbing cock in Kleenex and let myself cave into my more beastly nature. I felt my man juices rise through the canals inside of me, racing their way to freedom and into the receptiveness of my right hand. At the moment of climax, I heard a deep guttural breath come from Ian. The first volley of cum had shot out of my throbbing hot cock and I could feel the other ready for launch. Then I heard words that increased the power coursing through my body by one-hundred… “I’m gay too.” Ian had whispered the words at the moment of my orgasm. My body bucked and gyrated. I let out a growl that I was shocked could come from such a weak and thin body. Ian just chuckled and let me finish. “I just wanted you to know, and this seemed like the perfect time.” I was still reeling from the most powerful orgasm I had ever had as well as the knowledge that my fucking monster of a friend was naked, next to me, and gay himself. My head couldn’t handle it, but my body tried. My cock was drained, but it kept trying to spew more cum out. It was like dry heaves but for my cock…and it felt good. “Good night, Brad.” Ian rolled over on his side and fell into a deep sleep. His light snoring told me so. I lay there, sticky, hot, sweating…thunderstruck. I drifted off as well. I woke up early the next morning. Ian was still lying next to me, his skin touching mine lightly—our legs were touching. It felt amazing. I stretched, expecting to feel horrible pain and soreness from the intense workout the day before. I felt so energized and couldn’t even feel a slight ache. I was sure that I would be in a world of hurt. Ian stirred next to me and let out a low grumble. He sounded like a lion in pain. “Fuck, Brad. I can barely move. My whole body hurts. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.” I sat up in bed and looked over at him, concerned. He looked at me as his eyes popped out of his head. “Holy shit, Brad. Look at your abs.” Go to page 5 for Part II.

Well, here's the next part. Sorry for the wait, and for the lack of action in this one. But once the setup is done, the fun stuff begins! --------------------------------- The sun peeking through the window of Nate’s flat was what it took to pierce Mick’s dreamless sleep, and bring him back to the waking world. For a few seconds as he stirred, he fumbled around in his brain, trying to remember the events of yesterday. He soon remembered meeting some dealer in the park. The weed he took, and the freakout it caused him came back. Then, he remembered Nate. That massive, sweet man who saved his life and took him in to his house to recover. He was still wearing his oversized sweatpants. Sitting in his bed in the lounge room. Everything seemed to blissful. But, then Mick recalled what had happened earlier that day. Why he was looking for an outlet in the first place. Feeling like his stomach had fallen through, Mick then realised he had to go back. His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a flushing toilet, and the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty!” boomed a sensual voice as its owner rounded the corner into the room. Around he came, lik a truck going around a bend. He was definitely casual today, dressed only in a thin singlet, a pair of pants identical to the ones Mick was wearing, and a pair of thongs on his immense feet. It looked like Nate was going for a different look that day. Instead of the wild, flowing locks of chestnut hair and rugged beard he had yesterday, it looked like Nate had taken a shearer, and gotten rid of it all! What was left was a strikingly handsome face. Without the hair in the way, Mick could see that Nate could damn well get a job as a model, if he wanted to. Combined with his clean shaved scalp and his overly muscled torso, the effect was almost… ethereal. Like some sort of fairy or elf had turned into the Hulk or something. Nonetheless, Mick recognized him as still the same amazing, caring man-mountain that had taken him in. “I should really say the same to you!” replied Mick. “What’s with the new look, anyway?” “Ah, my hair was getting a bit too long for my liking. So I figured I may as well get rid of it now. Christ, it’s only been a month since I did it last. Sometimes it just gets unmanageable.” “Seriously? I took you a month to grow that Viking ensemble? That is incredible!” “Yeah, it’s interesting to keep track of. Last time I just let it go, it grew down to about past my ass! Now that was a weird look!” “Wow. I can imagine. Oh man, I’m starving.” Nate poked a thick finger at the kitchen area. “Go nuts. There’s some cereal in the top cupboard, and milk in the fridge. You do that, and I’ll go grab your clothes out of the laundry.” With that, Nate turned on his heel and bounded out the door. As he got himself a bowl of corn flakes, Mick’s mind returned to what was facing him back home. He wrangled with the idea of just running away and never looking back, but he couldn’t really do that. He knew personally how much it hurt for the ones left behind. But he was still scared of what was waiting for him. He needed help. Again, Mick could hear Nate coming long before he entered the room, bearing his freshly washed clothes. He was like a one man stampede. “Sir, I have collected your clothing for today. Sir will find his personal effects in the front left pocket. Does Sir require anything else today?” Nate said all this in a joking English accent. “Ha. Ha. Nah, I think I’m all set, Jeeves. Thanks again!” Mick paused for a brief moment, before adding “Actually can I ask one tiny favour? If it’s not too much trouble…” At this Nate just held up is massive paw, stopping Mick in his tracks. “Dude, it’s a Saturday morning. I’ve got nothing else pressing to do until tonight. Until then, I’m all yours. What do you need?” Something about the way Nate said “I’m all yours” made the hair on Mick’s neck stand on end. Before he could get his mind too dirty, he refocused on what he needed right then. “Could you possibly escort me to my place? My… mum’s gonna be pissed I disappeared overnight without a word. I think I need some backup.” It was subtle, but Mick could make out a raised eyebrow on Nate’s immaculate mug. There was a brief silence, like Nate was figuring out the real reason for the request. Mick just sat there, idly stirring his cereal with baited breath. “Oh yeah, I’ve been there. Sure, I can take some of the heat for you, no prob.” Mick just let out a brief sigh. “Thanks, man. This’ll be the last thing I ask you, I promise.” “I keep telling you, it’s not ever about putting me out. So long as you’re safe and sound, I’m willing to do… whatever. Well, whenever you’re ready, we can head out. I’m gonna go relieve myself before we do.” It was a long train ride to Mick’s house. As they were headed east, the ornate and large towers of inner Melbourne faded away, to be gradually replaced by the small houses and run down shops of the outer suburbs. Stop after stop, they kept going forward. Mick and Nate were an odd couple that day. Mick was hunched over in the corner, hoodie draped over his head, like he was trying to avoid being noticed. But to no avail, as he was sitting next to a man that stretched the limits of human size and strength. Nate was sitting straight up, dwarfing everything around him. Even without consciously doing anything, he oozed masculinity. His natural odour, undaunted by the shower he had that morning, permeated the musty carriage. Together, the two of them looked like a knock off of the My Neighbour Totoro cover. Slowly but surely, the train emptied out its passengers. Soon enough, they were on their own, still going east. *Next stop: Hurstbridge. This train terminates here. Please alight at the next station* “This is us” said Mick. As he tried to get out, he found he couldn’t get past Nate’s mammoth chest. He gave Nate, who was napping at this point, a shove in his dense shoulder. Mick could barely move Nate, but he certainly got a response. “Mmm… Nice…” It sounded like a kitten was purring. Well, a purring tiger, maybe. Still, the shove brought Nate back to consciousness, apparently unaware of what had just issued from his lips. “Hunh. Wha… What is it?” “Um… This is my stop. We need to get off…” “Oh yeah, right. I’ll just…” Nate shifted his massive bulk out of his chair with a surprising grace. Mick was almost hypnotised by the tight ass flexing and flowing in front of him, through the thin layer of sweatpants. It was like he was doing a dance routine, or deliberately showing off. Then, the brief show was over, and it was Mick’s turn to move. Mick knew the path to his home like the back of his hand. He crossed through parks, went through holes in the bush, ducked down side alleys, all to get home as fast as possible, and get things over with. For lithe little Mick, ducking under obstacles and siding through narrow passages was no problem at all. But Nate was another story entirely. Every so often, Mick heard a crash behind him, and saw the poor two legged steer fumbling with some pile of boxes he’d just knocked over, or gingerly trying to move aside some old piece of machinery. But, Mick knew this was the quickest way. And, he didn’t mind watching his new behemoth friend flex and move heavy things \out of his way. Hell, he even shifted a car chassis! Mick could get used to this! Eventually, the two of them came to a run-down commission house at the end of a long street. Mick paused, took a deep breath, and pounded on the door. There were loud sounds coming from inside. It sounded like a TV was blaring, and there was definitely some sort of squabble happening. “WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET!” shrieked a voice from inside. Mick flinched at the sound, but Nate just stood there, placed a meaty paw on his shoulder, and together they waited for the door to open. Suddenly, the door flew open, and in the doorway was a short, squat woman. She had a look of exhaustion on her face, and in her hand was a lit cigarette. She spotted Mick, and her image immediately changed to a worried and furious mother. “Mickey Stevens Paeahi! Where the hell have you been!? Do you have any idea how much I… I…” her voice trailed off when she noticed the golem in a singlet standing behind Mick. Nate sensed an opening, and immediately turned on the charm, beaming like there wasn’t a care in the world. “Hey there! Sorry for bothering you. You must be little Mick’s mum, right?” She stood there dumbstruck for a second before finding her voice again. “I- um. We… Yes. I’m Julia” “It’s a pleasure, honestly. Mind if we come in?” She looked back and forth between her familiar son, and this giant stranger, then sighed and motioned for them to come in and sit down. “So… Ivan isn’t here?” Mick was the first to speak. His mum took a deep drag from her ciggie, exhaled, and answered “No. He left last night. After you did.” There was an awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity. That is, before a crashed came from a room down the hall, and two screaming little kids came out. “Muuum! Lucy stole my DS she won’t give it back!” “You weren’t playing with it! Mum, Chris is lying…” When they came to the lounge room, all arguments stopped as they saw the massive person sitting in their old, protesting armchair. Mick’s mum just sighed, and turned to face the two. “What have I told you two about sharing! Chris, if you weren’t using it, then Lucy can, alright? You can have it after lunch.” “But I…” started Chris, but a swift glare quickly stopped whatever protest was forming. Lucy, triumphant, gave a smug look and skipped back to their room. Chris, defeated, followed soon after. Mick picked up a bit of courage, and continued talking. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, mum. I was just… too mad at the time.” “I don’t care! I was out of my mind with worry! Anything could’ve happened to you, and the last thing you said to me would have been ‘Screw you!’” Remembering what had actually happened, Mick silently agreed, and was so embarrassed he wished he could just sink into the lounge he was sitting on. Nate made his presence felt by clearing his throat. He turned to face Mick’s mum, and tried to sound as reassuring as he could. “Um, Mrs… Paeahi, was it? For what it’s worth, Mick was fine last night. I mean, he was obviously upset, but I talked to him, and I found him a place where he could cool off safely.” Mick noticed he failed to mention the weed that caused them to meet in the first place. “If it helps, I’m a bouncer by trade. I know how to keep things safe, especially when there isn’t much room for logical thinking. Once Mick calmed down, he was really sorry about what happened. He just didn’t know how to talk to you about it. Isn’t that right Mick?” Mick looked up at his name, and realised Nate had given him help in clearing things up. Even if was a white lie. “Yeah, I guess.” “See! No harm done! We all do stupid things from time to time. I think Mick has learnt something from all this, at least.” Mick just nodded. Nate stood up, stretching back to his intimidating height. “Alright, I’d better get going. I’ve got a shift tonight to get ready for.” The three of them headed to the door. Nate ducked slightly to get under the frame, then turned and faced a relieved Mick, and his somewhat pacified mother. “It’s been fun, you two!” He said, beaming again. He reached out his massive hand to Mick. The two shook hands, Mick revelling in the physical contact between them. “Stay safe, Mick!” boomed Nate. “Let’s see if next time doesn’t go a bit smoother, eh?” As he closed the door, Mick noticed that Nate had slipped something to him. Looking in his hand, he saw it was a little slip of paper. Turning it over, he saw that Nate had written him something. It looked like a mobile number, and a little message. It read: “If you ever need to talk about anything, or want some company, don’t hesitate to give me a ring, or just turn up at my place. Xxx” Mick then realised he had learned something from this experience. He suddenly realised what he wanted most. He wanted to be like Nate.

Part Two Paxsterix, Grobelix's friend, was making his way through the forest looking for his friend. As the strongest Gaul in the village, the chief never liked it when he wandered too far away and so he had offered to go and find him reassuring the chief, "Oh, you know him, he's probably hunting boar, uprooting a tree, bashing Romans over the head, nothing to worry about". However, if Paxsterix knew the straits that Grobelix was in at the moment, his gentle amble would have become a sprint. "By Jupiter" declared Minimus, "I've never felt such power", a statement that Grobelix would have agreed with if he wasn't unconcious and being used by the legionary as a plaything. He then remembered one of his heroes, the legendary Gluteus Maximus, the Roman legionary who won a laurel wreath at the Games held in Olympia the previous year and chuckling, picked up Grobelix by the neck and said "That Gluteus, throwing a weight on the end of a chain fifty stadia, ha, I'll show him!" and with that started to spin Grobelix around and around with the intention of throwing him as far as he could. Sadly, just as he was about to throw him, the Gaul slipped from his hands and landed with a thump on top of the dolmen. As he did, he started to come around and because Minimus could react, Grobelix took advantage. "Now" he bellowed, "see what true power is like" and with that he roared "TOUTATIS, I give myself to you!" Just as before, a lighting bolt struck and this time Grobelix was the target. As he felt the power surge through him he screamed "I HAVE THE POWER OF TOUTATIS" and with that started to grow. Minimus watched on in awe as the already strong Gaul changed. First his pigtails disappeared as did his full head of hair, next his body strong as it was, started to become even stronger with his muscles becoming more and more defined, and he grew taller as well, in fact he grew so much that his breeches couldn't stand the strain and ripped to reveal a weapon that put Minimus in the shade. As the bolt faded, Grobelix gasped and looking down chuckled saying "Now, what did you say?" and with that jumped down and approached the legionary, "Think you can tackle a gladiator? How can you tackle a Gaulish god?" and with that punched the legionary in his stomach with his weapon which got harder and was soon level with the legionary's face. About half an hour later, Paxsterix could start to hear a noise. It was a strange noise that sounded like a bear, similar to those he had encountered in Germania when rescuing their druid from the Goths, and someone panting after a long run. As he got closer, he could hear grunting as well and he nodded. "That Grobelix" he chuckled as he headed towards the sound, adding "All right, you, leave that tree...". He stopped in mid sentence as he came across a scene of sheer disbelief. His friend, already strong anyway, now towered over him by several feet and he was making love to another man, perhaps a little smaller. As he took in the scene, he gasped "By Belisama. Grobelix, is that you?". His answer came in the form of a giant hand grabbing him by his shirt and being raised level with the giant's face who bellowed, "BEHOLD, the glory of TOUTATIS" and threw him towards the dolmen where as soon as he impacted, the god delivered his gift and then returned to his victim and thrust his weapon into his mouth. As he did, he turned to see his friend become as big and as strong as he was and as he did he smiled. "I've always wondered what you'd look like with a body like mine" he said, remembering the slender form that was now being destroyed to create a second Gaulish god, "and now you have!" As Paxsterix roared he flexed his new body and was amazed. "I'm powerful?" he asked, "I'm strong?" he added as he walked towards his friend. "And you're mine!" replied Grobelix as the two friends clasped hands and measured each other's strength. As they did, Grobelix put the legionary to one side and flexed his weapon. Paxsterix looked at it in awe and gingerly touching it he asked "May I, my friend?". Grobelix smiled and said "I have been waiting you to ask for the last twenty years!" and with that he thrust it into his friend's mouth and as his friend sucked, he rubbed his friend's weapon placing both men into a state of absolute bliss. Minimus took advantage of the distraction and tiptoed to the dolmen. Placing his arms around it he whispered, "Toutatis, Gaulish god of thunder, I beesech thee..." and then screamed "GIVE ME YOUR POWER" and sure enough another lighting bolt hit the dolmen and as the legionary grew yet again, his laughter became more and more manical. "BEHOLD" he screamed, "THE GLORY OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE!"

Part 1 Being a demon means a lot of things. For me, it meant no sleep and no eating, or rather, I don't need those. If you've ever been up for 2 days in a row, I'm sure you know what it's like. Now imagine being awake for 24 years. I had to do something with myself, so I worked out. Just things that used my body, like yoga or push ups. My body wasn't large, but it was perfectly chiseled. I didn't have any fat, so my muscles were insanely defined and vascular. I was 5'10 and weighed 170 pounds; I was proud of those 170 pounds. My face was classically handsome, manly with a touch of prettiness. My black hair was permanently stuck in bed-head mode, but in a cute and not messy way. My eyes were red and my skin was lightly tanned. It was obvious I was a demon, yet humans were attracted to me anyway. They're such shallow creatures. “So you'll give me 2 years of your life force if I give you 4 inches on your cock?” I sighed. To be fair, 2 year of one's life force wasn't even a big deal for a young man, since humans slowly regain it over time unless they're old. I was actually tired of growing dicks, since that's all I ever did. I only worked with men, so I should have seen it coming. No pun intended. “Yes! Please!” The desperate jock pleaded. “Drop 'em.” I ordered and the jock obeyed. I rubbed his cock for a few seconds and he instantly grew hard. I had that effect on men. I didn't have to touch them to grow them, but I wanted it to be enjoyable for me too. Even ones that were allegedly straight such as the dumb jock I was rubbing would enjoy being touched by me. He was 4.7 inches long. “You asked for 4 inches in length only. Now, see, if I were an asshole I'd only give you 4 inches in length. You'd have a sad pencil dick. But I'm a nice guy, so I'll just switch your contract to something that includes girth. I'll also round up. For the same price, of course.” “Oh shit.” He awkwardly smile. “You're right!” I worked my magic and let his cock grow in my hands. I liked the feeling and I'm sure he did too. His cock extended with each pulse, growing thicker and longer. I couldn't even wrap my hand around his shaft after a few seconds, and soon, he was the proud owner of a 9 inch long cock with a respectable girth of 7.7 inches. He looked at his cock and his eyes lit up like a kid seeing a pile of presents. He grabbed it with both hands and moaned, noticing it was more sensitive than before too. What can I say? I liked being generous to the guys who fed me. “Thanks Adrian. Really! Thanks!” He looked at me and then back at his cock. “I gotta go take care of some business now. . . Thanks again, man!” The jock ran off and left me alone in the locker room. He wouldn't tell any of his teammates about me or his enhancements. It was illegal for demons to even use their contract magic. But I was in college now, which is the time when people really notice their shortcomings. So if they had to break a law to get their shortcomings removed, they'd sure as hell do it before they start their adult lives. “It's illegal for demons to use their contract magic, you know.” A voice called out. I turned around to see it was a scrawny and tall nerd. I thought I locked the lockerroom door, but I guess I didn't lock them both. “Yeah I know. But the life force supplements are gross. Besides, I like helping guys who give me stuff.” I could fix it so he wouldn't be a problem, but I'm not that type of demon. I poked his nose to bother him instead. “I could give you stuff if you want, little nerd-boy.” “No thanks. And my name's not 'little nerd-boy' it's Rex!” “Rex? What a masculine name for such a feminine man.” I put my hand up his shirt and over his abs. I used my other hand to grope his arm. “Ah, you've been working out. Your muscles are aching from an intense workout, aren't they? I could help you get bigger.” “No way! It's illegal and demons just screw over humans anyway.” “I'm sorry you think that way. Anyway, are you sure? Contract magic calls for you to give something to me. So you'll be giving me the memory you have of you witnessing what I did to that large man. Though that's useless to you, so this transaction is basically free.” He stared at me for a few minutes. Nobody, not even disciplined demons or law abiding humans, could resist something that was essentially free. He looked down at his body and used his hands to feel the patheticness of his wiry arms and over his flat chest. He sounded defeated, but still hesitent to give in. “I've been trying really hard to do it myself. I want to. . .” “I know. I could feel it.” I smiled, admiring the determination he had. Instead of just giving in he tried to hold back. He wanted to do it himself. So I helped push him along,“You put in all the effort and your return rate is non-existent. It's because you're 6 feet tall and your genes are geared towards making you lean. You put in more effort than your average bodybuilder and you've got nothing to show for it. I want your effort to mean something. You'll still have to maintain your muscles, and you've surely earned what I would be giving to you.” “I. . .” He looked away and tried to fight it, but he gave in. They all do eventually, though most of them give in instantly. “I'll take it.” “OK. Good.” I snapped my fingers and his clothes disappeared. He was shocked and his expression just made me laugh. I rubbed my hands over his body. His chest, stomach, legs, and arms were all covered with sparce mats of blond hair. I had to admit, the scrawny guy wasn't so scrawny. His body felt immensely hard, and I couldn't help but wonder how much harder I could make his body. Rex grunted as his chest swelled, turning his flat pecs into something more respectable. When he'd wear a shirt, you'd be able to tell the man has some chest muscles. He rolled his shoulders as he felt them widen along with his lats. His traps popped up too, signifying that – yes – he does have some form of neck muscles. His quads quvered and grew thicker. His muscles only grew slightly, but a raised bump is more noticeable than a ditch. Not to mention, it looked like his skin barely stretched with his body, making his veins visible. I might have added about 15 pounds of muscle, perhaps 18. I don't know, I was lost in the new sensation. I actually never grew a man's muscles before, believe it or not. It felt amazing for both of us, I think. “There, all done.” I snapped my fingers and his clothes reappeared on his body. Rex's once properly fitting attire was now tight, showing off his newly grown muscles. “I. . . Thank you. This feels so amazing!” His voice was slightly deeper now, but still on the andrognyous side of the spectrum. Yeah, OK, I went a little overboard. I decided to boost his testosterone too. “If you want more, you're going to have to give me something.” I smirked as I swirled my finger around his chest. I reached into his pocket and took out his phone, putting my number and name on his contact list. I handed it back to him and made sure to flash him my most professional of smiles. He looked at his phone and then back at me. “Add?” “I prefer that over Adrian. It sounds cooler and it's pretty accurate. I like to add things on to men.” I laughed and he let out a few chuckles too. I was smitten with that nerd and I didn't even know why. He's cute, sure, but he's not the kind of guy I would get hard over. “What if I call you for something other than business?” Rex was trying to be cute, but I knew better. It's always business with humans. They just want things. I cocked my eyebrow, “Well, find out by giving it a try sometime."

Here's a link to Part 1: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/5612-fantasy-supplement/ Fantasy Supplement - Part 2 Over the last few minutes, Jake clicked and typed sporadically, mostly for show I figure, since I'm certain that shady website of his wouldn't have any answers laid out just for this situation. He'd pause his aimless searching for a moment whenever I gave off a moan as my body swelled larger. My shoulders had been starting to press into the ceiling, so I need to transition down to a kneeling position without wrecking the place. As I slowly crouch, I know not “wrecking the place” will gradually become impossible if I can't get myself under control. But my cock is so hard as it gets rubbed between my massive thighs until I finally thud onto my knees. Another pulse of size makes me shudder, so I take a deep breath and call over to Jake, perhaps a bit impatiently. “You can stop screwing around over there – I know you don't know what you're looking for!” Jake types for only another second or two with his back to me. He sighs and spins around in his chair, his face gives a fleeting startled expression as he hadn't been watching me grow even larger. He gets up and walks over to me, brushing against one of my bent legs. His hand caresses the huge quad next to him until he can bring himself to tilt his neck back and look me in the eye. “Zach, I'm sorry. I should've looked into this more before we jumped in.” I just grunt and twist my face in thought. I'm not really that mad at him. “It's okay, it's okay. I'm just freaked out! I just didn't think it would... rrnnnnGGGH! ...do this much.” Shit – that last throb was probably another foot taller. I'm running out of time. “Well, still. I talked you into it. But I mean... I'm not totally sorry we did this. I mean, look at you! You're huge, and so damn hot!” My cock twitches and bloats another couple inches, bringing its grand total to around sixteen now. “Not helping!” I yell, but with a nervous laugh. The whole situation is so bizarre that it is almost funny. And I am liking getting so fucking big. But I could enjoy it more if I weren't worried about destroying Jake's home! There's just no way I could've gotten out a door or anything by the time we figured out what was happening. And we've stalled too much to really minimize the damage. “Ha, sorry... sorry.” Jake grins briefly and then rubs at his forehead in thought. “Okay...what to do with you.” I moan and quiver, and my biceps balloon thicker, my back spreads outward. “God, this does feel so good. But I'm going to obliterate your home!” Jake thinks and thinks before snapping his fingers. “Alright, I think I know what we should do. But it'll involve us getting you as big as we can!” A smile spreads back across his handsome, and now once again, confident face. I can only look at him in utter confusion. “Why in the hell would we want to do that? Well... I mean, I know why we'd want to do that... but I mean, why in this case?” “Well, you're not getting out of here without doing some sort of damage – so you're going to help me recover from it,” he reasons. “How so?” I unconsciously rub at my rock-solid dick, making it slap into my wall of bulging abs. I quick shake my head and remove my hand from the bobbing cock as that's only accelerating my growth. My head brushes into the ceiling again, and I lean over further. “Insurance. There's supposed to be a storm overnight. Let's break you out of the house – and then we just need you big enough to bring down some trees onto the house to make it look like they did all the damage,” he says with a shrug. “Really? You're okay with us totally wrecking your place?” “Eh,” he mutters, “the place is too small, anyway. And I haven't been living here long. I'm not attached to it.” He gives me a reassuring gleaming-white smile. “With your help, I'll get to buy a better place! See? You're doing me a favor!” I hesitate for a moment. This is the most bizarre case of insurance fraud I've ever heard of. I can't think of another plan, though. And he's got a point – as long as we make it look convincing, how can somebody argue an act of nature? Even without a storm, how the hell would they explain the big trees out there getting toppled over without any sign of machinery? The plan is amusing me more as I mull it over. “Alright. We'll do this. But you need to take me up on letting you stay at my place until you get a new place to live.” I smile at the bonus, and am already fantasizing at the possibilities of having him in my home for a couple weeks. Getting to see him wandering around in his underwear would be a nice way to start my mornings.... I hold my large hand out toward him. “Deal?” He laughs at the size of the hand presented to him. He takes as much of it as he can in a handshake and echoes, “Deal. Now...” he sidles himself up to my package between my knelt legs, my cock about the length of his torso, “let's get you growing.” The moment he touches my heavy cock, it twitches violently, gobs of pre leaking down over his hand. He rubs the mess up and down the expansive surface of my dick and slicks it up, making me pant quick gasps of breath. I can feel my body getting warmer, especially now that I'm not trying my best to hold everything back. My chest rolls out thicker with more dense muscle. My hard nipples are pushed into pointing further downward as my massive pecs grow rounder. The room has become hot from all the body heat – inevitable with such a large person in a small enclosure! I run my hand over my thick chest and grunt in satisfaction, spreading my sweat over the rock-hard mounds. Jake grasps my cock with both of his hands, rubbing firmly, shifting the skin up and down. I'm sure he knows he's driving me wild with the slightest of efforts. Though that's not difficult given this drug is making me the horniest person in the world. But I'm not complaining! Jake's strong hands continue to encourage my body to pulse and expand. My wide back nudges into the ceiling now as I fully bend over in my knelt position. I keep my arms spread out due to my flaring lats that continue to demand more space. Of course, my triceps and biceps have been bloating into boulders all the while, and I inadvertently bash my left arm into the wall. “Oof! Heh, running a little low on room here.” My dick extends another three or four inches in Jake's grasp, swelling thicker, veins getting fatter. I can tell he's having difficulty wrestling with the beast with just his hands. He steps back, and reaches down to grasp the bottom of his cum-soaked t-shirt. My attention is locked. I watch him lift the fabric up over his head, revealing his beautiful torso. My mouth has been hanging open, so my throat is dry, and a breath gets caught in my throat. His strong core, with its six-pack, though not perfectly chiseled, it's deliciously thick. And right above are those well-developed pecs of his, which are always obvious through his clothes, but so much better in clear, naked view. The heavy slabs give away his favoritism toward them. A light coat of hair covering them, patterned with their voluminous shape. Even his biceps bunch up with every hint of movement. Again, neither of us were of bodybuilder stature, but Jake has carved out his body into an awe-inspiring form...at least in my eyes. But I may be biased. “It looks like it'll take more of me to tackle that cock of yours.” I stare, gasping in anticipation as he approaches my dick once again, and kneels in front of it, hugging it to him. His firm arms and sexy torso encompass its girth. My cock jolts with pleasure and swells larger, the head poking into my chest since I'm leaning over so much. I pant, feeling Jake's erection through his shorts pressed into my bloated sac. “Oh god... ohhhhh g-,” my words are cut off as I clench my teeth, only able to make grunts and growls. The warmth inside me is just about blowtorch level. “Rrrrnnnggh!” My whole musculature quivers, and bulks larger with each throb. The ceiling in the den is showing wear, cracks snaking out from where my broadening back is making contact. Jake rubs himself against my massive manhood, his whole front getting coated in streams of pre. My body throbs harder, and I get bigger, and bigger! The ceiling buckles and chunks start to fall in. I'm hunched over Jake, so hopefully nothing hits him. Even as my cock balloons with the rest of me, Jakes feels like he's hanging on. I'm too light-headed with euphoria and growth to be able to keep tabs on him! I bellow out moans as I go out of my mind. Another kind of wetness is running around my member. Mmmmmf... that bastard is licking my cock. The ceiling caves in as my enormous back breaches it entirely. Pieces of furniture slide as the floor under them drops out; the sofa, tables and chairs smashing onto the floor of the den below. I hear a loud groan below and worry something landed on Jake. But a few moans follow it and I'm reassured that he's fine... enjoying this as much as I am. My body bloats even bigger before I feel shuddering against my cock and hear Jake below, yelling out in ecstasy. A smile spreads across my face. I'm so huge that I just made this guy I'm so attracted to cum in his shorts by just dry-humping my dick! Now that's an ego-booster. My smile slides into a smirk as I figure this is a good time for a show. I reach down carefully to grab at the base of my cock once I feel Jake move away after finishing his orgasmic fits. “Let me show you how a big man blasts!” I pound away powerfully at the enormous meat with my clenched hand. Unsurprisingly, with all the sensations I've been undergoing, I can feel my climax approaching in no time. This time, the orgasm rushing up my length doesn't shock me as much – I'm more prepared. But I still roar out a mish-mash of curses and virtually go blind with pleasure. I'm pretty sure this one is hitting harder than the first! “Ah fuck! Motherf – rrrraaaaGGHH!!” Ropes of cum explode from my dick, making impact immediately with my massive chest that hovers above in my bent-over position. Each burst of seed splashing over my pecs and dripping down for a long descent until hitting the den floor. It's so hard to tell with how much the orgasm rocks my body, but I'm pretty sure I'm still swelling a bit larger as I continue to ejaculate hard against my chest. Blast... after blast... taking a long time until they finally ebb. My cock softening a little and now dribbling a stream of whatever's left. I slowly adjust myself until I rest onto my ass, in a more comfortable seated position. I look down between my bulging legs, my feet pressed into the walls across from my corner, and there's Jake sitting on the floor, completely awash with cum. I'm still working on catching my breath and wheeze out between gasps, “Are you okay down there?” Jake looks up at me, pretty roughed-up from everything that just went down. But he still flashes me a smile, even though he is panting hard after all the commotion. “Holy fuck, Zach.” he laughs and leans back onto his hands, almost sliding in a puddle of spunk, but he still looks too exhausted to stand up. I'm glad he didn't get hurt – I became a veritable wrecking ball. I bounce each of my monstrous pectorals and jostle my huge package with my hand, hefting it up to show its weight. “You like all this?” I give him a cocky grin. “Just a little bit.” He slowly gets up and runs his hand along the contours of my swollen left thigh, matting the body hair as he smears my cum along it. “Dear god, man.” He looks around his house, which he can pretty much see the whole inside of now with the main floor taken out. “Wonder how big you are...” I shrug. “Well...,” I try to see where my head is reaching, “I'm taking up a floor and a half sitting. Probably going to bust out when I stand up, so... heh, I think more than twenty feet.” “Damn,” Jake says in astonishment. “You're going to have to get in on this next time,” I tell him as I give my arm a flex for fun. I hadn't really done that yet during this spurt and I am more than pleased, watching the muscle well up into a giant, granite ball. “Mm, heh... seeing that just makes me want more!” “I want to see more, too,” Jake says enthusiastically, “and I want to feel what it's like!” He pats my legs and points up, “But we need to get you up and out of here for now and finish our plan here. Then, we need to get you back down to normal. If you get too much bigger, people will be able to see you breach the top of the trees!” I roll my head side to side, “Yeah, you're right. We'll need to come up with a better location next time.” He smirks mischievously, “Some big abandoned building. Somewhere with plenty of growing room!” “Can't wait for that!” I agree. “Oh, hey! Find my keys quick before I really make this place a mess. They were on the desk.” Jake walks over to the desk, it having a leg taken out, so everything on it had slid onto the floor. He crouches down and finds the keys, and just as importantly, the bottle of pills. “Can't forget these!” “Okay, here, let me get you out now.” I carefully lift him. He unintentionally yelps a whoa as I hold him up to the front door. He reaches out awkwardly and jostles the knob until he swings the door open. I help nudge him out and he disappears from my sight. “Alright, up and out!” I flatten my feet on the floor and excitedly, but slowly, stand up, more than ready to observe my full height! As my legs extend, my head bumps into the ceiling and I grunt. I lift my bloated arms and push at the ceiling. It gives way with fairly little effort and tumbles inward in pieces. I rise up until the bottom of my chest is level with the broken roof. I keep looking back and forth between my enormous form and the flimsy house. I bounce my monstrous chest with authority and lick at the side of my mouth. “Mmm... oh hell yeah.” I shake my head – what was I doing? Oh right.... Luckily, the house is built next to a steep hill, so I'm able to place my hands on it and heft myself up and out the way one climbs up out of a swimming pool. I'm trying to not completely obliterate the house. Maybe that'll help our half-baked scheme a little. I knock a couple smaller trees over just climbing out, but I don't do too much damage. Once I've climbed clear of the house, I rest on my haunches until I spot Jake. He calls out from the driveway. “Over here, Hercules!” he shouts through his cupped hands. I laugh and stand back up. “You don't have to shout too loud, ha ha.” I grin. “But if you don't grow with me the next time, we'll have to find you a bullhorn.” “Duly noted!” he yells, unassisted by his hands this time. “I guess you should push in a bunch of those trees there!” He points. “They'll fall closest to damage you did!” I brace myself against part of the hill and give each tree a powerful shove. They resist some, but I uproot them without too much effort. One tree after another crashes down into Jake's now ramshackled home. I brush my hands off each other. “Well... I guess that's that.” I playfully flex my arm again for Jake's amusement. I can see him applauding. I take a few steps into the woods and sit down with a thud. Jake comes running up the hill. “Alright – that's the best we can do,” Jake says as he sits down on the ground near me. I nod and peek down the hill at the mess of a house. I grin awkwardly down at him. “We'll be better prepared next time.” Jake laughs. “Yeah, we will.” He looks himself over and shakes his head. “God, I can't even go into town for anything for us. I'd be a sight, all covered in cum.” I kiddingly grimace. “You probably smell pretty funky, too.” He rolls his eyes and smiles for a moment before staring off in thought. “Well, guess nothing to do now but wait for you to shrink down.” “Yep. I'd say it's best you don't talk about how big I am, or touch me...hell, maybe stop even looking at me.” I chuckle, but don't continue with the joke as even that mild of a suggestion made my cock twitch. “It does feel like I'm cooling down.” I bend my knees and lean forward, wrapping my arms around them. “How much longer should the pill be in my system?” Jake shoves his hand into the pocket of his shorts. He can feel all the semen beginning to dry up a little. He pulls out his phone and activates the home screen. “Heh. About another five hours.” I give a low whistle. “Wow.” “Yeah... maybe the best thing would be for you to take a nap. I can keep watch,” Jake suggests. I readily agree. As fun as this is, all this growth and orgasming is still exhausting. “Good idea... whatever will make this go quicker!” I lie down, trying to avoid nudging my dick as much as possible. I just know the damn thing wants to jump back to attention at a moment's notice. I close my eyes, feeling the heat inside my body calming down more. I think I'm even starting to shrink down again slightly. Now we'll just wait and see how long it takes to lose fifteen feet of height and thousands of pounds of muscle....

I'll be honest. When I see most authors saying "This is just a set up" or "this is the first part of a trilogy" my eyes tend to roll and I let out a frustrated sigh. You're not trying to win an oscar here for writing, you're giving me something to jack my fat cock off to. Stop TEASING me! But you...I dunno what's the deal with you man but..with you I actively WANT it. I see that this isn't a stand alone, but there's 2 more to come and my heart (and cock, if you can believe it) SOARS! I love this teasing from you, eagerly awaiting the next installment desperate to know what's going on while i go back to part one over and over in the meanwhile! I WANT to give you an oscar for sexy man beast awesomeness but I don't think that category is out yet, but I assure you, you definitely could pull it off, you got me by the balls man and I love it! Brad is a beast to my own heart with potential and I need to see part two released, but just like a good trilogy waits until the second part is ready, you should take ALL the time you need!

"He wanted to be like Nate" ... Me too Great story!

Oh yeah. ^^; Sorry, I guess I shouldn't write a comment when I haven't completely woken up. Cause to my still sleepy mind the one apologizing felt like the one being homophobic. ^^; Sorry.

SLURP!

Thanks a lot for the likes/compliments. It helps me know if I'm going in an OK direction. I'm glad people liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. I think I want to make a 4th part, but I'm also toying with the idea of werewolf+bodybuilder based on some super cute animation. Sadly my stupid Comcast ISP has been on the fritz since late Sunday. Da fuck, man?

It seemed to me that the guy apologizing for the homophobic remarks of one of the other thugs is the one who hulked out. Not the homophobic one.

again, a small masterpiece of hulkism. ^^ what about that enigma with college hulk? andy chance of continuing that hot story?

The Squire Story by Muscl4life PART I I was still attending the horses when I heard the commotion coming from inside the inn; making my way inside that building at once, before they wrecked the entire place. “Give us the rooms already!” Sir Florian demanded with a vigorous punch against the wooden counter. The deep, masculine voice thundered inside the reception room. His emerald green eyes flared with anger, the 6’2” large heroic frame seemed to grow bigger with each passing second, the full plate tainted by the blood of different foes and beasts, such display of knightly wrath surely scared the innkeeper. “You’d better listen to him, boy. You wouldn’t like to be on his bad side.” The melodic voice tone belonged to the charming 5’10” mercenary half-elf named Ansel, the 225 pounds muscular mercenary who casually cleaned under his nails with an enormous dagger. The young chubby man tried to explain once again, which only increased the distress levels of my companions. “Forgive me once again, noble sires, but I’m afraid we don’t have any available room. It is the Summer Solstice and we have many guests coming from all over the Freelands…WHOA!”. “I’ll sleep in the fucking stables; just give me food and ale!” The humongous man said easily lifting the villager from the ground and holding him several inches from the ground, his tiny feet dangling in the air. “Please… Rhett put the poor man on the ground. I’ll take care of everything.” I said very calmly to the 6’6” 350 pounds muscular barbarian, placing my hand over the powerful arm that so easily carried the poor man, making sure to keep his easily flaring temper under check. The young, boyish face of the brawny blond lad was sour; our latest endeavors took a lot from all of us, and he sincerely just wanted to rest. Despite being the largest and strongest of our group, Rhett was barely one year older than I was, and he really does not have great conversational skills. I gently smiled to my immense companion for a few moments until he finally took a deep breath, which inflated his already impressive naked muscular chest even more, and placed the short stacked body of the innkeeper back where he belonged. “Thank you noble master…” He whispered to me. “It’s me who must apologize, sir. I am sorry for taking it so harshly on you, but my colleagues and I have been through a horrendous ordeal. We are travelling through this town towards Manachia, after fulfilling a personal request from Baron Faulkner.” I gently laid on his sweaty shaking hand the Baron’s personal sigil, trying to reassure the agitated little man that nothing bad would happen to his establishment. “Baron Faulkner, the ruler of Manachia? Are you under his services noble sires?” His voice tone and bodily expression changed almost immediately to the sound of that name. “I wish I had such great honor, but I am just your friend Korben, the squire to the legendary Sir Florian, the Valliant; and these are his fellow companions Ansel and Rhett. These brave warriors of justice, these true heroes, attending to the Baron’s personal request to free his people from the menace of the Red Warlock at the Forsaken Mountains, have heroically vanquished the nasty villain once and for all!” I said the words carefully, as I produced the severed red haired head that sir Florian cut from the enemy’s body with his blessed bastard sword. The innkeeper’s jaw dropped as he saw the very face who has tormented that region for many years. “Sacred Lights of Lunya, you have truly defeated him!” He exclaimed at once. “I am only but a squire to Sir Florian and a mere witness to the prowess of The Valliant Knight, Ansel Swiftblade and the powerful barbarian fighter Rhett. They are travelling back to meet the Baron to receive his gratitude in a regal feast, and I am sure you understand they need to look presentable to his Excellency, don’t you?” “Praised be you noble heroes!” The poor man vividly shook the hands of Sir Florian. The young hero thanked in a discrete manner, following his knightly code of conduct; Ansel chuckled, blinking at me while Rhett just shook his head, tired of the complex, frivolous ways we handled things in fancy places. At that point, I knew things would work out just fine. The innkeeper was more than happy to dump any guest he had in order to accommodate “such legendary heroes”. He immediately placed Sir Florian in the Baron’s permanent reserved room, and asked for the rest of us to wait while he prepared our accommodations. “I need to bathe. Bring hot water to my room.” Sir Florian said to the innkeeper as he went upstairs. “I guess we common people will wait in the tavern, right big boy?” Ansel gently pointed the enormous Rhett in the direction and the massive barbarian lad just grunted. “I want my food and ale!” He said, still in a bad mood, but I knew he would eventually revert into his cheerful spirits once he satiated his hunger. I took care of the further details with the innkeeper and explained him that it was a squire’s duty to make sure his knight is well rest and clean, so I carried the hot water bucket to the Baron’s room, gently closing the door behind me. “You shouldn’t have lied.” My knight’s deep manly voice was harsh, but I knew he was not mad at me. “I am sorry if I had to embellish things, but I didn’t lie milord. You have saved these people from the Red Warlock menace.” I filled the tub with hot water and tested its temperature. “The Baron never said he would pay for our expenses. He promised us a reward if we brought the head of the warlock to him.” “Which you most certainly did, noble sire. The Baron’s filthy rich and I am sure he will be more than happy to pay for our stay here; the whole county is celebrating your arrival in the streets. You are their hero!” “No one should be celebrated for killing another human, not even a despicable man like that horrible evildoer.” Sir Florian removed his winged helmet and I smiled upon seeing the beauty of his cascaded raven black mane free. “Your heart is equally noble as your soul is brave, milord.” The tanned skin color only complimented his beautiful emerald green eyes and manly thick eyebrows framed them to perfection. “Korben, we are alone in here. You do not need to speak so formally. You can be pretty annoying with such courtesies, my friend.” He said turning his vast back to me so I could help him to take off his heavy armor. “I apologize, milord.” I said while undoing the laces of the armor and removing each part very carefully, feeling the strong stench of sweat from the muscular body underneath the steel plates. “You apologize too much.” He turned around and picked me in his muscular arms, easily lifting my own 5’11” 165 pounds from the ground like I was a mere toddler. His kiss was delicate, gentle, passionate and yet so warm. I moaned, feeling my body pressing so hard against his muscles. The worst part of wearing such heavy armor was that no one could actually see how muscular and powerful Florian truly was underneath the steel. Fortunately, I could see him in the glory of his nakedness, the hard smooth muscular physique pulsing with manly power. “I miss you…” He repeated feverishly while I hugged his thin waist with my legs. “No more than I miss you, my liege…” I replied, jumping back to the ground and walking towards the tub. “Come, let me take care of my hero.” Florian seemed languid of passion; he looked at my enormous hard member with hunger and lust in his eyes. I felt so proud, after all I am barely 18 years of age and already my manhood stands among the biggest of the nation, if not the biggest. The thick, long monster of caramel hardness throbbing underneath my squire’s attire. I opened my flier to let the 15 inches long manhood throb freely for my knight to see. “You seem even bigger than the last time!” He whispered and he sat inside the tub, feeling his huge muscles sore from the latest battles. I gingerly smiled and replied “Only because I miss you that much, Florian the Valliant!” I soaped the cloth and gently cleaned the huge muscles of my powerful hero, making sure I took great care of his muscular arms that maneuvered his immense heavy sword with such finesse, his glorious chest that seemed even bigger outside the confinements of the armor. His own cock was impressive 9 inches long, 5 inches thick manhood, which I cherished tremendously. “I still don’t understand why we have to drag those morons along with us! They are just sell-swords. I am the servant of the Chalice and you are my squire, we have nothing to do with them.” Florian once again complained about Ansel and Rhett’s presence in our party. “They are loyal and trustworthy, my knight. With their help your victory over the Red Warlock was surely smoother, since Rhett took care of his violent minions and Ansel’s uncanny nimbleness kept the warlock’s Golem distracted while you took his head off.” “Well…they were useful indeed. I guess I can tolerate their uncivilized behavior a little longer, for you of course.” He said reaching for my kiss while I massaged his muscular deltoids. I soaped his immense body and rinsed carefully, eager to suck on his hard cock as well. I removed my clothes, my own caramel skin; result of the miscegenation of different tribes all over Freelands looked gorgeous against Florian’s bronze tone. He hugged me, looking at the reflected image on the mirror. “You are so beautiful, young Korben. I should just take you as mine…” “I am yours, my liege. However, you are a Knight of the Chalice, and you must serve Freelands. When you are released from your duty…” I repeated the same excuse as I sucked on his gorgeous uncut cock and he soon felt his own pleasure building up. Despite being very hung, I also have excellent blow job skills, and it didn’t take much until the brave hero fed me his royal manly juices down my throat, which I enjoyed tremendously. “I need you, Korben…damn I still need you so very much!” He grunted as he felt his lust went beyond orgasm, he needed to be rode like the amazing stallion he truly was. I toweled his immense body up, dying every inch of his rugged muscular physique. Then, I gently pointed to the comfortable bed. The lustful knight waddled to the bed, lying on his muscular back, hoisting his massive pillar muscle legs as I quickly assumed my dutiful place inside his glorious hole. “Oh…so huge…” He moaned as my massive head forced its way inside his butt. The friction between his muscular butt and my hard cock made my lust grow, I pushed deeper and felt the weight of those muscular legs on my shoulders as I slowly penetrated his ass. Soon I was pounding his muscular butt in slow, long movements, alternating between harsh fast moments, which only made him moan in agony and ecstasy. At the same time, I knew my cock got harder and closer from blowing. I held his legs up high and fucked him with all the might my lithe body could muster, which made my Valiant shiver in his loud orgasm. “Damn…it was…so good!” He paced, kissing me as we both felt our bodies still moving in the same sensual rhythm, our hearts beating in the same compass, enjoying the powerful moment we just shared. “It’s always a pleasure to serve you, my liege…” I said while kissing his neck and retrieved my long cock from his wet manhole. He smiled back at me and laid on the bed. After such orgasmic experience, his huge muscles felt heavy and tired, so he finally went for a well-deserved rest. I knew that Sir Florian’s grandmother – the fabled rich Duchess of Eagle Crest – would soon try again to engage him with another young damsel of a very noble House. However, like all the previous times it happened, he would invoke his knightly code of conduct to “continue on his duties to the Freelands”, and so I could fuck his noble ass for a long period. Once again dressed, I went back to reception to get the key to my own room, which was the most modest of them, according to my own request. I closed the door behind me and carefully retrieved the objects I collected at the warlock’s tower while my noble friends were not paying attention. I am Sir Florian’s squire, but my greatest dream is to go to Arcane Academy at Rhtyak Valley, something that only the richest families in the Freelands can afford. Hence, I have to found my own education, and although squiring for an absurdly rich family like Valliant Knight’s is a great start, I also have to make side gains to keep my savings high. The advantage of being a esquire is that no one is suspicious about my sorcery skills. I can muster spells and prepare rituals without drawing too much attention to myself, which also gives the opportunity to collect less obvious, but much more valuable items during our adventures. Once Sir Florian conveniently beheaded the warlock’s body, I quickly removed all the rings, pendants, scrolls and other magical items I could from his still shaking body, because I knew Ansel’s elven blood would let him notice the magic aura from those items, and I was not in a particularly sharing mood. I had over 15 items of great power, which I could now calmly investigate. The identification ritual would still take a few hours to reveal the hidden names and abilities of the items, but one thing in particular caught my attention. The Dragonheart. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on the small gem disguised as an amulet, that the Red Warlock drained his uncanny powers from that particular item. I carefully analyzed the delicate piece, which the malignant spell caster used to enhance his spells to overwhelming heights. A Dragonheart is originally the central scale covering the wyrm’s chest, standing precisely over the center of his immense heart. As the dragon grows from wyrmling to a Great Wyrm his imbued magical abilities increase tremendously, and this particular scale is drenched in so much magical power that it becomes a jewel, capable of bestowing uncanny abilities. Dragonheart stones can be used in several devices, but mostly in transmutation spells and rituals. Many alchemists report the could brew Ultimate Power potions using powdered Dragonheart as the main vessel, which would be a dangerous thing to obtain because of it can be highly unstable. I admired the precious thing; it really made the Red Warlock a tremendous adversary, even to the combined powers of my three heroes. Fortunately, unbeknownst to them, I was able to use a telekinetic spell to retrieve the Dragonheart apparatus from the enemy right before Sir Florian unleashed the final blow. “Korben…open up, I need to speak with you at once!” Ansel’s sweet voice tone indicated he was actually really pissed. “Erm…could it be a little later sire? I am so exhausted from everything…” I said, trying to buy me some time as I hid my precious treasures. “Listen you little thief, I know you cleaned the body, I want my share or I’ll tell on you to that stupid knight you fuck!” I understood the words he spoke in a very particular elven dialect, which sounded like whistles and leaves carried by the wind. The mercenary sounded furious. What the hell should I do? (to be continued)

Thanks for the nice words. Feel free to correct me or throw out ideas. I have a good idea of where I want to take this story and I usually write in between waiting for quick parties in DFO. So I hope to get out new parts every few days. Today was a really slow day in DFO, so now here's a very short part. I can't wait to write part 3 now that I have a really good idea in mind. Part 2 It was 5pm the next day and Rex wanted me to have dinner with him. So there I was, dressed in a nicely fitted polo and shorts while he was dressed in what seemed to be the baggiest clothes he could find. I felt like I beefed him up for nothing. Perhaps just because he was bigger didn't mean he had the swagger to go with it. 15 or 20 pounds on a guy his height isn't much to look at anyway. He chose a nice diner and a corner booth, insisting I take the booth that hid my face from the view of other dinners. He didn't want people to rudely stare at me, so at least he was being considerate. He ordered some sort of chicken salad and I just had water. I didn't have the nerve to tell him demons didn't need to eat. He quickly ate to quash the awkwardness between us and asked what I wanted to do. Of course, walking around in the park was my first suggestion. I liked the park. There weren't many humans and it was a big pile of nature. So that's 2 great things. He tried his best at small talk until I finally spoke up. “I'm a demon. There is no connecting with me. Just state your business and stop wasting our time.” “But. . . You're a person. Being a demon shouldn't matter.” He nervously replied. I was honestly shocked to hear him say that. A slight smile slid across my face without my permission and it refused to leave. I looked down at the ground so he wouldn't see. “So, come on, humor me. What do you like?” “I like building things, painting things, working out, studying, and a little bit of everything. Demons don't sleep and we mature incredibly fast once we're born. So I basically have 24 years of being awake under my belt.” He laughed, and it was actually kind of cute to hear. “You like studying and you call me a nerd.” “Well, getting straight A's for something I'm paying for seems like a good idea.” I changed the subject, only because things were starting to get good. He was throwing out too many compliments and he was getting less antsy. He was a human. I didn't want to make him happy. I thought he'd call me out here for business, but that wasn't the case. “So. You're a virgin. Wow, 22 years on this earth and nobody has even played with your cock or ass yet. How sad.” “Wait. . . How did you. . .” “I can tell a lot about a man's body by touching it. I can even tell your lips didn't get much action for over the years either. I guess you've only dated a few guys, and you only asked me out because I was sooo unique and apparently sooo nice; not to mention I made you sooo hard. So what do you really want from me, Rex? You should know by now that I'm blunt. Don't waste my time.” “I asked you out because you're nice. . . I want to get to know you. I don't want to get close to you to abuse your magic. I bet a lot of jerks already tried that. I'm not that kind of guy. . . I really want to get to know you.” The way he hesitated to speak bothered me, especially because he already knew what he wanted to say. He was just too nervous to saying it without preparing himself first. "Add, I'm sor-. . . I'm sorry that you feel like this is a waste of time. . ." “So it's not for my magic. Is it for sex then?” “No! No! I'm not that kind of guy!” He became defensive, “I just. . . I'm really lonely. This college is great for academics but most of the guys here are into sports. I feel like I'm the only gay guy here who doesn't like sports. . . And. . . You're probably the only demon around for miles since humans outnumber demons. So I thought we could keep each other company since we're both kind of lonely here.” “I get fuck toys whenever I want and I don't need to converse with humans. I'm far from lonely.” That last part was far from the truth. Rex was a sweet guy. To be honest, I wanted sex. I always did. Though I know even if I threw the idea out there for me to pound his ass or suck me off, he wouldn't take it. “Your sincerity and lack of horniness is killing me here, Rex.” “I'm sorry. . .” “Don't be. I don't like liars. I like men who tell the truth and don't hide their intentions. I can tell it's difficult for you to talk to me. Not because I'm a demon, but because I'm very sexy and confident. Yeah. I'm a narcissist. I know I'm hot.” “A narcissist wouldn't be as generous as you were yesterday.” He smiled. I had to change the subject again. “So then, that's all cleared up. What do you liked to do?” “I like to play video games, work out, and study. I'm a really boring guy.” He seemed embarrassed. "The more I talk to you, the more I realize you're probably way too cool for me. You're also way hotter than me so I guess I'm wasting your time. You can get any guy you w-" I decided I would help him forget about his embarrassment for a moment by interrupting him. I put my hand behind his head and pulled him down to my level. I kissed him just to see how he would react. He tried to kiss me back, but it was obvious he had no game when it came to this kind of intimacy. So we kept going at it for a minute until he found the right way to use his lips. My hand was still behind his head, tussling his blond hair. I couldn't help but stare at his olive colored eyes. When we pulled away he looked like he was in a daze. That make-out sesh was lame for me, but it told me a lot about Rex. At least he seemed to enjoy it. Humans sucked. Maybe Rex didn't. “It's good to know you're a fast learner.” I smirked, “Even with 24 hours a day to do things, I'm pretty damn boring too."

Thanks for the positive comments so far and sorry for the delay! Superior: Second Part Despite his hulking, almost obscenely muscular frame the bodybuilder moved surprisingly quickly. Even if it he hadn’t been frozen with fear, Lewis doubted he could have dodged the brute as the man’s big hand closed around his ankle and hoisted him up in the air. “Gotcha!” He roared, hot breath searing the little scientist’s face, his broad, stubbly grin splitting his ruggedly handsome face as Lewis felt his world lurching upside down. Scorching fingers of sunlight lanced into his pupils as his makeshift ocular protection slipped from his visage. Grasping at the cloth with one arm while the other flailed maniacally about, the scientist tried to wriggle free. The image of a terrified rabbit swinging wildly in some trap flickered through his panicked brain – an impression not lessoned by the look of hunger in the bodybuilder’s eyes. What on Earth was happening? His already boiling head seemed to seethe as blood rushed into his skull. He tried to steady his heart, his pulse, snatch back some of his rational thoughts as he swung chaotically back and forth in the big man’s grip. Then he felt it. A pain – a deep, bone-clenching pain – coming from his ankle. “You’re crushing me!” He yelped. “My ankle – aarrgghh!” “Hah, I love it when you puny Zetas wriggle about!” The bodybuilder gave him a quick shake, which set Lewis’ teeth rattling. “You think you can get away from an Alpha? I’ve caught hundreds of you little shits. Only way you’re getting free is if you gnaw your own foot off, hehe. Just like little nyulak I used to catch back home.” He lifted Lewis still higher until the two men were eye to eye. The big brute’s deep brown pupils sparkled with a cruel sort of glee as he peered into the frightened face of his captive. The pain Lewis felt in his ankle deepened. Was the bodybuilder crushing the bone in his grip? How was that even possible? Suddenly those comments about losing his foot didn’t seem too far-fetched. “Probably got my fingerprints on your ankle bone now, just from my little squeeze,” the muscleman smirked, leaning closer. His hot, loud breath, pumped from vast lungs deep beneath that muscular chest, blasted Lewis’ face, nearly ripping the cloth free a second time. “But still, a few crushed bones are the least of your problems now, right?” “What do you mean?” Lewis stammered, his voice sounding weak in the wake of the bodybuilder’s own words. “What are you going to do to me?” As if in response, Lewis heard a r-r-r-ipping sound from below. The huge, thick monolith of cock rose into view, smacking Lewis’ head aside painfully as it filled with blood and came to rest with a deep, fleshy slap in striated valley between the bodybuilder’s goliath pecs. Even through the gauze of the cloth Lewis could make out the swollen veins pulsing angrily on its surface. The heady smell of sweat and testosterone filled his nostrils. “Damn, that’s another pair of gyenge pants I’ve lost, ha ha!” The hulking stud’s accented voice boomed as his posing briefs fluttered to the floor. Desperately Lewis renewed his struggles to escape. You don’t become a scientist without possessing some skill at quantifying and measuring. And, in the glimpse before he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the terrifying sight of so much MAN, he had calculated the length and the girth of the thing looming before him. The numbers thrummed through his brain despite his attempts to quash them. Again, he felt the muscleman’s hot breath as he huffed into his captive’s face. “Well eventually I’m going to tear your arms and legs off, heh, heh. But first…” 18 inches long. “…heh…” 3.5 inches in diameter. “…we’re going to have a little fun.” Absently, Lewis felt and heard his ankle bone buckle and snap in the sweaty, meaty grip of the bodybuilder. The muscleman had been right. That really was the least of his problems. * There was a horrid moment of silence. The calm before the storm? The storm of cock, Lewis squealed internally, his sphincter quivering in fear. But still, there it was. Silence. Lewis opened his eyelids a fraction. He caught a brief snapshot of his panicked expression reflected in a marble-sized globule of pre at the angry red tip of that humungous arse-splitting tool, his mouth open in abject terror…and then there was a loud grunt of anger, he felt the grip on his ankle loosen, and he was dropped limply to the ground like a bag of bones. He landed awkwardly on his front, the breath smashed out of his lungs, but even in this moment of disorientation the little scientist tried to squirm away, maybe even make it back to his craft…before he felt the bodybuilder’s big, heavy foot upon his back, pinning him to the hot pavement. “Don’t you touch him!” An American accent exploded from somewhere in the distance as a big shadow fell across Lewis’ prone form. “You promised the next one to me – so he’s mine.” Hesitantly, painfully, Lewis lifted his head. The newcomer hadn’t even bothered with posing trunks. Silhouetted against the glare, was a monstrous, heaving, black mountain of straining muscle. Looking – if that were possible – even bigger than the first man, he strutted purposefully down the ruined street towards them, titanic endowment fully erect and thrust before him proudly like some sort of battering ram. Precum glistened on the tip in the hot sun. Jesus, thought Lewis, tasting the copper of blood in his mouth and wondering whether he had broken anything internally, is everyone in the future a grossly oversized, horny, horse-cocked bodybuilder? What the hell had happened in the last 400 days? The dust kicked up from the black god’s thundering steps did little to hide the ripped network of powerful muscles straining beneath the paper thin skin of his monster legs, bunching like steel fibres. His thighs looked thicker around than Lewis’ waist! Again, he had that strange suspicion that he had seen the man somewhere before. “Shawn,” his own giant muscleman replied, pressing his foot down a little harder to ensure his captive didn’t get away. Lewis felt a rib bend and snap. “It’s been a while.” Lewis couldn’t see his Eastern European captor, but he imagined him folding those big arms across the titanic mountains of his chest cockily. That’s what his voice sounded like – unhurried, casual. Arrogant. “You put the last Zeta I caught in orbit,” the American hulk loomed closer, a good head and shoulders taller than Lewis’ captor. “Heh, I remember.” “Said you was gonna play with him for a while – then you threw him into space.” I can feel the throb of their cocks from here, thought Lewis, attempting another squirm and earning himself another broken rib in the process. “You got a feisty one there,” the massive black figure smirked, peering down past his straining pectoral balcony and dripping shaft. “I love it when they wriggle about!” Forget muscle and horniness, Lewis thought, frantically. Everyone in the future is a psycho! “Tell you what, Daniel,” the black titan continued. Daniel? Shawn? Who were these men? Lewis’ mind spun desperately. “I’ll arm wrestle you for him.” He swung his goliath arms in a stretch, hideously massive biceps and triceps constricting and flexing into titanium hardness. “Been smashing buildings, tanks and Zetas to pieces for so long, it’s been a while since this muscle had a real challenge.” Lewis felt the tremendous weight leave his back. His first impulse was to try to move, but his battered, bruised and bleeding body refused his commands. Was he paralysed? Or had his body simply given up the fight against the inevitable? He felt himself beginning to slip into unconsciousness. “Heh,” said the bronze Adonis above him, stretching his own gargantuan musculature as all about Lewis faded to black. “You’re on.” * It wasn’t fair. Even in his alternating bouts of unconsciousness and delirium there didn’t seem to be any relief from the pain. And the heat. The heat was everywhere. It burned him in his brief moments of wakefulness. It followed him as he dipped into blackouts, scorching the fringes of his unconscious mind, tracking him even into the darkest depths of himself, burning, biting, branding his very thoughts with sizzling explosions of white-hot fire. So it was some time before he realised the cool hand on his brow was not a hallucination. “Can you move?” Lewis coughed something in reply. His eyes felt gummy, like half-melted candy, and his eyelids made faint sticky sounds when they peeled open. Before him in the haze crouched a young man. Were he not feeling two clicks from death, Lewis would have exaggerated a double take. A normal-looking young man, in scuffed jeans and a t-shirt that read Insert Ironic Slogan Here. “You can’t stay here. They’ll be back any minute, soon as they finish their match,” the young man was saying. “I can’t carry you. It’s not that far, but you’ll have to help me. Can you do that?” The voice sounded so earnest that Lewis was about to go back to his earlier hypothesis that it was a hallucination before the figure gripped his shoulder and started hauling him onto his feet. Oh, thought Lewis. It was a rhetorical question. I thought he’d wait for me to answer before – owww, my fucking ankle – pulling me up. Nonetheless the scientist found the strength to help the struggling young man, and between them they were able to get Lewis back on one shaky foot. The world span dangerously and for a moment Lewis had to fight to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head. He realised he was making a sick kind of groan, and tried to pull himself together. Tentatively he tried to put his weight on his broken ankle, and nearly passed out again with the sudden spike of pain. “It’s the radiation,” the man explained, taking the weak man’s weight as they limped away. “It makes you go a bit crazy. You’ll be ok once we get you inside. And we’ll see what we can do about getting that ankle looked at.” We? Thought Lewis, but said nothing. He was too busy concentrating on walking. Even with the help of the young man, it was a good few wincing minutes before they passed out of the blaze of the street and into the comparatively cool shade of one of the ruined buildings. It was little different to the first one Lewis had been in. The same apocalyptic décor, the same twisted mashes of furniture. But to the scientist, getting out of the glare, even for a moment, the place was heaven. The young man didn’t stop in the doorway, however. “Where we going?” Lewis protested, groggily. Getting to the building had taken nearly all of his dwindling energy and his companion wanted to keep going? “Basement.” He pulled Lewis a few more steps into the room. The scientist felt his vision swimming, and grabbed his companion’s shoulder more tightly. “The Alphas may own the city, but the whole undercity’s ours.” Lewis’ bumbling footstep scuffed up a clouds of dust and rubbish. Turning his head to avoid breathing any it in, he caught himself, for the first time, eye to eye with the young man. Despite the weariness on his companion’s face (probably from lugging his sorry arse down a scorching street for the last quarter of an hour), his dark eyes shone strongly and defiantly. A faint smirk came to his lips. “After all,” he continued, helping Lewis further into the building, “what would you expect from the Resistance?”

The lady sure knew how to help.