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Drive-By Muscle by cutlerfan Here is my first posted story. It may depict acts that may be against your beliefs, morality, or sense of decency. The acts depicted in this story may include male on male sex. If this type of story offends you do not read further. Many of the activities described are purely fantasy and would be harmful if actually tried in the real world. Real world consequences including injury, disease, and death are possible. That being said please enjoy this tale. It is my first submitted story so please be kind but you don't have to lie. I apologize for any real world descriptions that I get wrong. This is a recreation of a story I wrote but can't find now. Sorry for any typos! It's weird when I think back to how it all began. I never had the faintest idea anything like this could happen...to anyone. It started several years ago when I was driving my Ford Edge down a long stretch of highway near the desert in New Mexico somewhere. I couldn't tell you exactly but I think I was perhaps about 50 miles from Santa Fe but I'm not sure. I was driving along in my copper blaze hued vehicle and having a good time. I was just checking out parts of America as a kind of business vacation meeting clients that I had but had never actually before actually met. Face Time is the term I believe. Anyway I was driving just a few miles over the speed limit when I caught the eye and apparently the radar of a police officer. He turned on his siren and lights so I pulled over right away. He walked up to me and I could see his beige patrol uniform and mirrored sunglasses in my rear view mirror. He asked "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "For a friendly chat I answered hopefully. "You were going 68 in a 65 mile per hour zone. We do not take kindly to speeders." he spoke with a slight scowl on his face. "I'm very sorry" I replied "I'll be more careful in future." "License and registration please." I handed them over and noticed his face for the first time now that he had removed his sunglasses. "He was kind of cute" I thought absently. "Not really my type though." He was about five foot eight of a somewhat athletic build with black hair and brown eyes. A well trimmed black mustache looked too small for his face but he wasn't unattractive in general. I daydreamed for a second and wished he had blond hair which is more my thing. I looked over and realized something was different. He now had spiked blond hair! "Uh...hey officer..your hair get bleached by the sun a lot?" I asked nervously. He paused from writing the ticket and looked up at me. "I wouldn't know I've always had blond hair. "Was this possible?" I wondered. "Could I have changed him? "No way" I thought but I decided to try again; what could it hurt? I looked at him and decided to change his eye color. I focused my mind for a moment and his eyes flashed from brown to blue. I had done it! I wonder what else I could do? I stared at him for a moment again and he changed. He grew a few inches taller to five foot eleven. His shirt started to lose its tightness on his abdomen as his slight gut withdrew. It pulled tighter on his chest as I saw it begin to expand. I was thrilled with what I had done so I changed him more. His sleeves moved up his arms as thick twenty inch biceps grew. After a second his shirt twisted slightly and the sleeves lengthened to wrist length. It was as if reality quickly adjusted to my changes. This was so cool I couldn't help myself as I glanced down and watched as two slight imprints in his pants pushed out as his balls swelled like oranges. A thick cock outline appeared and stretched itself leaving a large tight package in his pants. "Say...officer" I asked "You must lift a lot of weights to get a body like that!" He turned to me suddenly and cried out "What is your problem...asking me about my body...are you gay or something?" An inner fire sparked to life in me and I yelled "Yes I am and so are you!" He looked stunned for a second then replied grinning "Well I guess I am....I didn't know for sure until just now!" I was so horny now that I changed him so fast that I can't remember doing it. His chest heaved forward and huge melon like pecs thrust out momentarily showing his three inch wide areolae and half inch thick nipples. His shirt then grew and his chest was fully covered again. His thighs were suddenly layered and striated with so much muscle that his pants tore. They could not hold his forty five inch thighs but in seconds they reformed whole. He then grew ten inches taller as his forearms burst through his sleeves along with his twenty eight inch biceps. His massive slab of a neck shredded the top of his shirt as it grew until I spread out to cover its new thirty inch size. His feet slowly ripped apart his shoes growing to over a size twenty eight ultra wide. The material changed its composition and rewove onto his huge feet. He now wore black boots instead of the dark tennis shoes he had on before. His mustache faded away as a red chin goatee grew in. Finally, a fist thick arm length cock sprang out of his pants as his balls hung heavier and lower. I eyed my newly made muscle stud. He was so amazing that I could barely form words. "hey there stud...how are you doing this fine day." He smiled at me his teeth glistening and said "I'm doing good...can't complain." I pushed out of the window slightly and asked him "So...uh...how long is your shift?" He walked over and threw his ticket pad on the ground while leaning down to me smiling. "I get off in about an hour... or earlier if you'll help me." Minutes later I was holding his massive body in the sand as we kissed. Fifty minutes later the police officer whose name was John radioed his chief that he had found someone in the desert and was bringing him in. As we drove to his headquarters I couldn't wait to meet his fellow officers. The End

(Short edition from a little while back) The Growth IV “In here sir, this way.” A voice echoed in the locker room as, Tim, a thick and beefy cadet led Jake into the shower area. His massive frame extensively shifting side to side from his thick thighs and swollen lats, squeezing himself through the smaller openings. “Here.” Tim said pointing to the insanely huge mountain of mass before them. Brad looked like an enormous bloated beef whale lying on the floor, immobilized from his own growth. Of course, he would have certainly grown bigger, but his bones and tendons didn’t grow fast enough to accommodate. “I found them just a few minutes ago.” Faint moans were coming from Brad. “Them?” Jake looked down at the bulging pile with a grin, seeing two figures that looked like a couple of empty or deflated bags in front of Brad with a foot and a hand sticking out from his huge bulbous butt cheeks. “Should I go get someone to help?” Tim said almost urgently. Jake just looked over the awesome sight briefly. “No, everything should be fine.” “But we should really get…” Tim blurted quickly. “You did good Tim.” Stroking Tim’s hair and massaging his neck ever so gently when he suddenly thrust him down to his knees. “Such a good cadet.” Holding his head as his swelling cock rubbed Tim’s face. “Mmpghh.” Tim tried to breath as thick pre-cum gushed into his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes with his hands trying to pull himself up. Jake then crammed Tim’s head directly into his cock’s slit, pushing him in even further as the suction eventually took over, pulling the cadet down the inside of his shaft; his huge member was inflating even bigger to take in its meal. The entire process took just a few minutes for Tim’s body to wiggle and squirm all the way down to Jake’s balls where in just a short while all motion ceased. The huge muscle monster waddled up to Brad, dragging his swollen nutsack. “Looks like you got yourself into some trouble boy.” He rubbed the cadet’s overly thick traps and squeezed his huge pecs which looked like they were suffocating him. “Things don’t look too good for you Brad…this ship can only have one alpha.” He pulled Brad’s hair tight as he jammed the rock hard head of his cock into the cadet’s mouth; already having decreased its size to a reasonable, yet freakishly huge length and thickness. Brad started to gag on just the head as it painfully stretched and pulled his jaw in every direction. “Mmphgggglllleee…” Brad gurgled as more pre started to escape from Jake’s huge penis, flowing down into the cadet’s gut. “It’ll be over soon…a necessary sacrifice that many of your brothers have already faced…but growing is my destiny.” Jake winced his eyes and tensed his huge ass as thick creamy cum started to blow out his dick and into Brad’s already distended body, expanding quickly in his mid-section into a huge belly. The overflow went into the rest of his tissues, bloating and filling them to immense pressures as Brad looked like an over inflated balloon. The final orgasm arrived with a white rapid burst of ejaculate as Jake bellowed out in his deep tone, “YESSSSS!!!” Nobody heard the burst in the shower; a surprise for how loud and violent it was. The only thing that remained was a huge sticky mess, but easily vacuumed by Jake’s hungry cock. Overall it was the most he’d ever consumed in one day. His balls were so massive and tender, walking was the most uncomfortable thing he could think of doing. He needed time to absorb and rejuvenate. Jake plopped down on his massive glutes and leaned his head back against the shower wall. “Jake?” Dr. Matton’s voice softly chimed with a knock on the door. “You here sir?” The huge door to Jake’s quarters slowly opened as the doctor looked around, not seeing anyone. He stepped in fully, gazing over the large openness of the room. Everything had been significantly modified to accommodate Jake’s extraordinary size. There was no furniture, but just large blocks to sit on and a reinforced metal frame with a massive mattress for his bed. The dividing walls were torn out and just left open; the bathroom was even just an open space now. Matton looked over and saw a pile of torn and tattered clothes, some completely shredded, a testament to the progressive growth he was experiencing. The doctor stepped back and heard a wet squish under his boot, looking down he saw a large, thick puddle of white goo. “Ah shit.” He moaned, trying to wipe it off on the floor while inadvertently stepping in another puddle. The shit was everywhere. A good amount was even dripping from the ceiling; it was even noticeable that all his clothes in the torn pile were saturated with it. The entire room was literally oozing with Jake’s cum. Matton looked around as he pulled a specimen cup from his coat and scooped up a small wad. He headed out the door closing it behind him and began heading back to the lab as he sealed the cup. Jake finally came to, waking out of a relatively short, but deep slumber. The lockers were dead silent as the only sound heard was the humming of the lights and drips of water hitting the floor. He slowly stood up, pulling on one of the shower heads as it bent. “Ughh fuck.” He moaned, feeling like he was overcome with an intense hangover. Jake looked forward as everything seemed like a hazy fog, rubbing his eyes in hopes for a little more clarity. He started to take a few steps when felt a cramp in his right thigh; he reached down to rub it when he felt it on his left side. “Ah shit, this i…aAAGHHH!” He screamed out as both legs suddenly went into a violent spasm; gripping both of them as he could feel them push into his hands. His teeth grinded together feeling his legs swell and even his ass as his skin pulled painfully tight. “OHHH SHIIIT!!” Jake heard cracking and popping coming from deep in his leg joints; his toes and fingers thickened and inched out, snapping with each centimeter they grew. Every muscle in his quads was exploding out from each other, getting denser and longer while his already full hamstrings filled out even more. “CRACK!” Jake squealed as his left calf fanned out, causing the calcaneous bone to whip into a bigger socket as it too enlarged; his right calf soon followed suit. It started to feel like his rolling glutes were getting so big so fast that it was pushing his body forward, but it was soon countered with a thickening mid-section as his abs, staying as hard as granite, bulged and swelled. “NahhGHH!!!” Jake punched the wall with agonizing pain leaving a large broken hole and white powdery mortar on his hand. His back musculature flared out, pulling his ribs with them, it was getting large enough to project movies off of. Jake’s neck started to roll around his head while on the other side his already thick and meaty chest was growing so fast it looked like a couple of water balloons being filled from a faucet. He couldn’t imagine it going on for much longer, but he felt his jaw start to pop and click as it widened and lengthening, “OHHH!!” Jake moaned in an even deeper, thicker tone as his neck swelled and bugled with every vein visible. He tried to hold his face to brace the pain, but his arms weren’t immune to the growth as his biceps blew up bigger than giant watermelons, pulling down from his mountainous delts. He felt his jaw widen even more as he sensed something start to fill his mouth. It grew more and more until suddenly Jake gagged, throwing his mouth open as a huge, long, wet tongue slithered out. Jake’s eyes widened at the sight down his nose as it headed even further down, over the tremendous cliff of his pecs, through the valley’s of his abs, and then finally to his long, massive cock. He couldn’t fucking believe it, he was licking his own shaft, and it felt amazing. He was receiving more sensory input that he could with dozens of hands. The long and thick tongue slide up and down the monster appendage as it too grew with his body, not to mention his beanbag balls. Jake worked his tongue over the entire surface as he felt himself up with his even bigger hands, squeezing his pecs and running his fingers in the ridges of his ripped abs. His hands slide their way back to his magnificent ass, gripping and pressing on the meaty cheek bags, and giving one a hard slap. As he ran the other hand over to give his balls a good feel, he felt something else, something long, hard, and smooth…it was another cock, growing just outside of his main manmeat. Although it was probably a good 10 inches, it was nothing compared to the near 3ft he had in the center. He smiled as he stroked his new shaft, feeling it harden and drip pre, but as he brought back his other hand he found yet another. Feeling it dangle on the other side he started to stroke the other in unison. His tongue came back up and started to lick all over his pecs, twisting around and slipping over his tender nipples. “Mmmmm.” He moaned in delighted satisfaction. More pre oozed out and was sticking to his hands. But it just wasn’t enough, Jake’s tongue leeched down just under his balls by his man taint and began licking his own ass over. His huge drooling tongue lunged up his asshole, rimming himself deeply and passionately as he double jerked. The energy and power started to rush and surge through him as he tensed yet again, feeling his large toes dig into the ceramic floor as he cracked it, groaning deeply with an orgasm about to burst through his body as he howled to himself, knowing he was a true musclegod, “FUUCCKKKKKK!!!!” Three huge jets of cum exploded out of his cocks, spraying everything down with so much pressure tiles broke with the backsplash hosing down Jake himself. With a heavy sigh he let go the two dicks on his sides as they slapped back down into his meaty thighs. Jizz dripped from every inch of his even more massive body as he glided his fingers back through his hair with thick squish sound. His huge tongue rolled out and started to lick himself clean. To be continued...

1. The row of tanks stretched deeply into the cavernous recesses of the warehouse. In each tank, imposing bodies hung suspended in a transparent liquid, each one seemingly larger and more impressive than the last. The man in each tank appeared as yet another perfect specimen of athleticism, vascularity, and dominance. Indeed, this was as it should be, as Professional Solutions specialized in taking men at peak physical condition and improving them so much that the reputation of their three-month intensive program of suspended animation conditioning was known to most athletes in the world and many professional sports teams had sent their top players to the secretive, state of the art facility which no one really knew the exact location of unless they went into the program. Dr. Moravian knew that most of his "boys" returned to their home teams as H.A.M., huge alpha monsters. He had reported all his findings to his alien overlords. He was always rewarded for obeying their orders. They gave him what he desired, what he lusted after: power. If they wanted him to be their dog on a leash, he was happy to do it, so long as he exercised absolute control over his "boys". He had reported the increased vascularity, size, strength and power, but above all their increased performance on the field. Football players once top dog on their teams were now literally machines, utterly focused on their gains and their game. Wrestlers appeared in tune with their opponent and excelled in dominating them, mentally and physically. Their shockingly bulging muscles helped. And they certainly helped PS, whose fame spread around the world as quickly as you could say “this time, you’re gonna swallow.” The overlords approved and prepared their takeover. The plan consisted in releasing a substance containing tiny parasites with swarm consciousness into the bloodstreams of its thousands of grade A athletes and champions, turning them slowly into little else than docile, cum producing muscle bodies, whose cum contained tiny copies of the parasite, which quickly reproduced a clone of the host except more completely bound to the swarm. Moravian was also bound to the parasites, having been the first "victim" (as he liked to see it, the parasites "released" him from bondage). This meant the Overlords could reward him in more direct ways, as well. Moravian, it turned out, had one of the largest cocks on any man in the world, and it was attached to a body only emblematic of the ethos of PS. As he filed the latest updates, just such a "direct reward" was initiated. Moravian's gargantuan cock slithered from between his lab coat and, as if predestined, snaked its way into a receptacle under the terminal he was updating his "boys'" information on. The bulbous tip at the entrance gave way, and the grand cock continued don the warm, wet tube, whose spongy surface continually sucked him further in. A prick on his steely shaft told Moravian the procedure was underway. This prick ensured that his parasite levels were of an absolute high grade: his "boys" always needed him at the top of his game! His muscles bulged even wider, his cock grew larger and longer with the increased parasite load. At the same time, a familiar sensation -- a gentle nudging at the lip of his cockhead. Moravian spread his arms behind his neck as the tube entered his dick. It crawled slowly down into his scrotum, where, as soon as it reached its designated point, a remote program initiated Moravian's orgasm. His parasite laden spunk was taken up by the hose and drawn to the individual tanks, where it entered into the nutritional devices secured to each athlete. As they put this plan into motion and watched on their screens, the muscle flesh bodies occupying the tanks began slowly spasming and releasing blobs out of their dicks. These quickly grew into translucent balls and were picked up by small roving cranes, who moved them to an adjacent room to incubate. Here they quickly grew appendages, and became fully-fledged, yet pliant, musclebound beefcakes in fifteen minutes. These were put to various tasks depending on their particular host’s qualities. The lighter ones, swimmers, gymnasts, soccer players were put to work assisting in the reproduction facility (ie., the cum-draining facility) whereas the bulkier ones set about establishing the foundation upon which the total takeover of the planet would occur. Some went about constructing the facilities which would be used to create further reproduction centers. Others donned uniforms and prepared for a war against humanity. After 48 hours, an army of 10,000 existed. After a week, the army was larger than any in the world. The plan was ready to implement… 2 The Steelers’ state of the art gym was packed. The team’s starting wide receiver, Rodney Vasquez, was finishing up a set of lethal squats when he noticed a crowd gathering near his station. He removed his headphones, silencing the pumping in his ear. He walked over to the crowd, and saw a rather humongous figure at the center of it. Whoever this was, he was huge! As Rodney approached the crowd, he tried to squeeze his way forward to get a better look, which his overdeveloped legs easily allowed him. When he got to the front, he was presented with literally one of the largest and most impressive specimens of masculinity he’d ever seen. Suddenly, the huge figure locked eyes with Rodney, smiled and shouted his name. At this point, he recognized the bassa profundo as a deeper and indelibly richer toned version of his friend Stanley McMichaels, a linebacker who had some months ago been transferred to a training program none of the teammates knew much about, but which they’d all heard amazing things about. And here, in front of them, stood a testament to the wonders the program worked. Stanley was now by far the largest and most impressive player on the team, and his wide girth, huge legs and arms as if cut from granite in fact hid his slightly taller stature. Rodney suddenly felt a huge wave of elation at seeing his friend in such amazing condition. He went to hug Stanley, and as the two commenced sizing another up, Rodney noticed a strange dullness in Stanley’s eyes. He didn’t have long to consider it, though, as the sense of elation he’d initially felt transformed quickly to euphoria. Rodney felt incredibly horny, and his cock quickly expanded in his jock. As he started losing self consciousness, he noticed he was cumming. The cum, much more than normal, quickly dribbled down his legs and formed a puddle between his feet. The puddle morphed into a sphere, and the sphere began rolling towards the trainer’s office. As he looked around in horror, he saw the crowd around him at various points of arousal, many experiencing earth-shattering orgasms as extreme as his own. Stains and puddles were forming all around, and one of his last recollections before becoming a permanent cum dispensary for improved and more muscular versions of himself was that he was growing! The Steelers facility was soon complete, and built according to the blueprints of the alien overlords. The stadium was turned into a breeding ground, with tanks housing all the original players, their trainers, coaches and even some of the male cheerleaders producing a steady flow of mutant musclezombies to feed the growing army. The improved copy of Stanley McMichaels sent to convert the facility looked on in approval. As the huge muscular bodies in the tank churned out more and more cum, he flexed into the heavens. His huge back, traps and lats condensed into an intimidating display of power, and a remote signal sent from the overlords caused his stiff 11 inch member to visibly lengthen. As it did, it stretched upward between his rock hard abs, eventually sidling between his deep pec cleft. As it continued to grow upward, a bead appeared on the head of it. Stanley took his cock head in his mouth as he continued to flex for the heavens. Instantly, his enormous balls began filling his mouth with a delicious sauce that the clone swallowed down. He immediately began to grow, all of his musculature swelling obscenely, until he was nearly twelve feet tall and six feet wide. He continued suckling and growing, greedily receiving his reward from the alien overlords for a conversion complete. His muscles bulged outward,, impossibly dense. As his now 2 foot long cock plopped out of his big mouth, he let out an animalistic roar that could be heard for miles. The city would never know what hit it. 3 Greg Morrison was a competitive bodybuilder who took the “competitive” in his title very seriously. He had dedicated himself without abandon to his craft for over thirteen years, perfecting a technique that was without parallel. At least,until recently. A certain challenger by the name of Pedro Gonzales had appeared at Greg’s local gym, and had, within a few months, busted all of Greg’s old records on the benchpress, squats and anything else Pedro could get his hands, legs or other appendages around. The feeling of being scuttled from alpha dog to just beta enraged Greg, and so it was with a delicious air of inevitability that he latched onto the offer for a “three month intensive muscle conditioning program” that he’d seen an obscure flyer for in the changing room at the gym, at another one of his defeating sessions trying to keep up with Pedro. So Greg had signed up, and in a few weeks he packed his duffel bag full of creams, vitamins, supplements and a few hours’ worth of chicken breast and rice, as he made his way on the train to the location of this “muscle conditioning program”. The prices were outrageous, but he’d heard so many swooning about the supposed results that his envy of Pedro overcame any cost-benefit analysis in this case. His cock was hard the whole way and he rubbed it through his sweatpants, looking idly out the window at the landscape lolling past. He thought of himself being larger and more impressive than Pedro, and this thought pushed all other reservations away for the time being. Once or twice he got awe-inspired stares as other passengers passed by the seemingly dazed muscle man in permanent arousal, overlarge member straining the loose material. Eventually the train arrived, and he called a taxi to bring him to the address he’d been given. Once there, he looked for, and found an entrance, and rang the bell. Two of the most impressive specimens he’d ever seen, much bigger than either Pedro or himself, and yet cut to insane levels of perfection, greeted him. Their faces were chiselled, yet the magazine good looks did nothing to hide the dullness in their eyes. There wasn’t much going on up there, and it was obvious the two spent most of their focus on sculpting an insane physique, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the had trouble spelling “deltoid”. They both wore a “uniform” of what looked like a tight-fitting lycra shirt and compression pants, that did little to hide bulges worth writing home about. The two smiled stupidly at each other and at him, seemingly seeking approval that they were, in fact, “good boys” for having less fat on their bones than a low-calorie yogurt. Hi!” said the one. “You must be Greg!” Greg nodded and the stud was obviously pleased at his discovery, the cords in his neck bulged and his cock stirred a little in its dugout. “Come in, dude!” said the other one, who introduced himself as Doug. The first one’s name was Matt, and the two had been old workout buddies who had joined the program together to advance their gains. The two had gained roughly 100 lbs of muscle in 3 months, they claimed, and flexed for Greg. Greg was especially impressed by Doug’s traps, which literally went to his ears., a huge pyramid to the only god in Doug’s life: muscle. Greg, Matt and Doug joked around in the hallway for a few minutes until they heard a voice behind them: “Boys, do bring Mr. Morrison to my office and don’t hold up his… progress.” The enormous man in the white coat introduced himself as Dr. Moravian, and he generously shook Greg’s hand. Dr. Moravian’s hands were strangely cold, but Greg shrugged it off. Either way, it matched his personality, which was certainly more chilled than the warmth that exuded from Matt and Doug, who resembled two overbuff lapdogs. Dr. Moravian led Greg to a small door on the corner of the hallway, with the wall of muscle following behind. “As you can see from our boys here,” said Dr. Moravian, gesturing to the two muscleheads in the corner, “our results are dramatic and extraordinary. I’m sure these two have informed you of their gains while enrolled in the program?” Greg nodded and the rest of the conversation went by in a blur. Greg agreed to enroll in the program, signing paperwork and nodding occasionally when questions were raised, but never taking his eyes off the delectable duo across from him. Dr. Moravian gave him a glass of something to drink, which he hardly heard him describe the nature of: something-something-electrolytes-something. He downed it, and was just about to put the glass down, when he froze. He couldn’t move! As if on cue, Doug moved over to his feet and began removing his sweatpants, revealing his jockstrap-covered bulge. Matt meanwhile moved over to his torso and applied pressure to his jaw, forcing his mouth open. While he felt something soft, hot and strangely wet on his asscheeks, Matt whipped his horse dick out of his compression pants and began slapping Greg in the face with it. While Doug was rimming Greg’s ass, preparing it for entry, Matt stuck his meat in Greg’s mouth and began pounding it, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. Suddenly, his asshole was exposed, and in one motion, Greg felt himself being speared to the hilt. Strangely enough to him, it didn’t hurt so much as it filled a deep longing in him to have a cock there. Doug began rocking and Matt picked up his pace. The two high-fived each other as they fucked Greg from both ends. Greg felt strangely aroused from the whole experience of being fucked by two ridiculously muscled studs, and his arousal increased as the two neared orgasm. The two came in unison, filling him with a liquid that burned as it spread inside him. His cock stood on end suddenly, and his whole body buzzed. He felt like he had an incredible gym pump, and felt himself swelling a bit. At the same time, his cock erupted by itself, and a hot, translucent goop collected in his corrugated abs. He strangely kept coming, it was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced -- he didn’t want it to end -- and the goop began running down the table, collecting in a puddle on the floor. Unbeknownst to Greg, the puddle began forming into a blob, and the blob grew as he came more and more. Soon, a replica of Greg, identical in every way save for being much more densely muscled -- and taller --- and sporting a larger cock -- stood beside him. Greg could still not move, and at this point, his improved twin was chatting with Matt and Doug: “Hey, what’s up, dudes?” “Not much, brah. About to strap this sucker in and take him to the tanks. Wanna come?” “Hell yeah, brah. Count me in!” Matt went over to a cabinet and retrieved some folded clothes, which Greg’s bulkier clone put on: the same tight-fitting stretch shirt and compression pants the other two dimwitted musclestuds wore. As Greg II was dressing, Matt and Doug began strapping Greg I to the table, which converted to a gurney, which they pushed down the hallway towards to large doubledoors, from which could be heard a loud mechanical buzzing. They passed through the doors and Greg, still immobile, was presented with an enormous warehouse filled with huge tanks, in most of which huge, strapping musclemen hung suspended in a liquid resembling glass cleaner. Attached to each one were hoses to his face and mouth, and another to his cock, and a third snaked up their asses. All of the men were at peak physical condition and each seemed to spasm every few seconds. Greg was wheeled to one tank that was not yet occupied, where he was unstrapped. A crane was activated that gently lifted the big man like a toy, and he was slowly lowered into the tank. The liquid felt warm, and it seemed to adjust itself to his body temperature. His facial mask lowered and attached itself to his head, and shortly thereafter he began feeling a strange sense of abandon and arousal. Just then, a tube snaked up his ass, which had been loosened earlier by Doug’s big python. It immediately began stimulating his prostate and injecting a special nutritional paste into his ass. He saw another device directing itself toward his cock and balls, and suddenly felt intense pleasure as it locked into place and began sucking him of his vital juices. Just then the parasites entered his mind via the special nutritional paste being injected into his ass and mouth, and he prepared to produce the second (of many) soldier offspring for the alien invasion. Greg groaned in pleasure as he fed the tube what it wanted, bigger and more muscular than Pedro, finally!

I like to start my guys big and make them bigger. Maybe I should have started him smaller, true. Sorry that took you out of it. I write for me.

I really love this story. Incredible hot. Hope you post the next chapter soon. That would be amazing. Thx

Thanks, it was the first I posted on the old forum. I am practicing writing longer stories. There are 3 more parts to this story so far.

thats an awesome story, indeed