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Glad to hear you liked it. This is actually one of my older works, and I have a few more chapters of it to post. Hopefully the newer stuff is even better. Chapter 2 It had been weeks since James had inadvertently hulked out his cute TA. James had not once managed to duplicate the results of that fateful evening. Not for lack of trying, though. He had tried focusing his hypothetical growth powers on friends back home, classmates, hot dudes he passed in the corridors, and even himself, especially himself, but nothing happened. He had all but given up on ever repeating the event. He wasn’t even sure he had the power. For all he knew it could have been a random fluke. Something else could have caused the sudden growth. Maybe he was just being a little egocentric by trying to take credit for the whole thing. Maybe he had actually just imagined the whole scene. As far as everyone else was concerned, Donnel had been a giant, muscle-bound nudist for as long as anyone had known him. Every time that James laid eyes on the hunky teacher he knew that he had not imagined it, though. His memories of Donnel as a slightly short, fairly chubby guy were far too vivid to have been just a daydream. James could still recall in vivid detail the entire transformation the cute grad student had gone through. Sometimes James wondered if he had made a mistake in hulking out the TA, but whenever he saw the dude’s glorious, giant nude form, those doubts immediately left him. Donnel always seemed to be enjoying himself, and James could not deny how absolutely smoking hot the grad student now was. “He’s late again.” Came a voice from off to James’s side. The comment effectively snapped the young man out of his reverie. “He’s always late.” James replied casually. He shifted in his seat and maneuvered his backpack so that it was now over his crotch. He had spent a little too much time thinking about how ridiculously sexy the TA was, and it had caused him to bone up quite a bit. “Yeah. You’d think he’d just make the class start later or something.” The lithe dude sitting next to James commented. Lyon was the best, and only, friend that James had made during the few months he had been attending college. They had started as casual acquaintances, but Donnel’s constant tardiness had given them plenty of time to chew the proverbial fat. Over the weeks they had come to realize that they had a lot of similar interests. One thing lead to another, which lead to swapping Facebook contacts and cell numbers. The first text that James had received made his heart stop. James had completely forgotten that he had left his Facebook profile as Interested In: Men. Surprisingly enough, Lyon was totally cool with it, although, Lyon had not missed a chance to give James some playful ribbing about it, especially in regards to the obvious boners that James tended to sproing when their hot, buff TA was even so much as mentioned. Their conversation didn’t get much farther than that because right as James was about to reply, the massive grad student ducked under the doorframe. Donnel was now so huge that he had to hunch over a bit when inside. His massive, semi-erect cock bobbed and swayed as he lumbered towards the podium on the other end of the room. Donnel’s dick never seemed to get fully soft, instead it stayed at varying levels or erect. Not that James was complaining, nor did Donnel seem to particularly mind it. It did mean that the hulking grad student took up far more room than he would have otherwise, though. Every time the TA turned around, his massive, pendulous wang would swing around in front of him. It was so huge that it often knocked over books and pencils on the first row of desks as well as occasionally even bumped softly against the occupants of said desks. James would have loved to get into one of the seats in the splash zone, but they were always claimed long before he got there. The smoking hot teacher was dripping sweat from his jog across campus. It had to be close to two miles across the sprawling campus from Donnel’s previous class to the one he was currently teaching, and he crossed that distance in less than ten minutes. His skin gleamed from the slight moisture he had accrued. His massive, burly chest heaved up and down as he slowly brought his breathing back under control. Even his mammoth cock and ginormous balls bobbed along with his deep breaths. James was instantly entranced. He watched a bead of sweat drip off of the bearded hotty’s black furred chin and slowly rolled down across the massive slabs of the teacher’s pecs and onto his abs where it made a slow, winding path back and forth through the dark trenches of the dude’s deep cut, eight pack abs before dripping onto Donnel’s immense balls. The small bead of sweat traced a line along the outer edges of the teacher’s massive nut before coming to a rest on the cold, tile floor. There was no need for the water to drip. Donnel’s nuts were so huge that they grazed the floor at their lowest point. James was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of students shuffling papers and getting up from their seats. James’s already flushed face turned a few shades redder when he remembered that they had to turn in their lab write up today. Fortunately, Lyon had been looking out for him. His slightly tanned, brown haired buddy placed a friendly hand on James’s shoulder and grinned. “Just hand me your papers. I’ll turn them in for you.” He said casually, but his eyes were firmly glued to James’s nether regions. James was thankful for his friends help, but he was too embarrassed to vocalize it. He did manage a small nod of thanks, though. He fumbled awkwardly through his backpack while he tried to keep it safely positioned over his crotch, but his already frazzled nerves betrayed him. His fingers were shaky and unsteady, causing him to lose his grip on the bag. The sack fell to the floor noisily, revealing the front of James’s pre-soaked shorts to everyone in class. Even without the wetness, his rock hard boner would have been hard to miss, but the dampness caused his shorts to cling to every contour of his average sized dick. Under normal circumstances he would have been considered alright in that regards, but it was hard to feel hung when he shared a room with someone whose cock was as big as James’s whole body. James quickly scrambled to save what decency he had, but he needn’t have worried. Lyon had pounced on the bag with catlike reflexes and was already returning it to his buddy’s lap. Lyon flashed his pal a quick wink and waved the loose leaf pages of James’s report playfully before heading up to the front of the class to hand them in. James let out a long, slow sigh of relief and slid down into his chair. The rest of the class went by relatively uneventfully. Though that’s not to say it was easy for James. James had to sit through over an hour of the hottest, buffest, beefiest babe ever flaunting his oversized goods. Donnel was prone to pacing as he lectured which just caused his semi-rigid cock to bob and bounce along with his heavy footfalls. Even the grad student’s gargantuan nutsack lolled back and forth which each step. James couldn’t tell which view was better; watching the guy’s beefy abs and pecs along with his cock and balls rocking back and forth, or staring at the teacher’s amazingly thick, dense, slabs of ass. However you looked at it, James was fully boned the entire class, but that was about par for the course nowadays. By the time the bell finally chimed to release him from his torment, James had already found another form of release three or four times. Even as all of his classmates scrambled to leave, he continued to sit and wait. The front of his shorts were so thoroughly saturated that he didn’t dare stand up or even move his backpack. This was beginning to become a regular occurrence for him. It was so bad that he had even considered starting to wear diapers to class, but somehow that seemed even more embarrassing. Lyon sidled up beside his bud and threw an am over James’s shoulder. “Ready to hit the gym?” He asked pleasantly. James had completely forgotten that they had talked about going after class today. James had given up on trying to use the mysterious power on himself to bulk up so that meant he had to do it the old fashioned way. He hadn’t mentioned any of that to Lyon though. He had casually mentioned that he wished he were a little buffer, though. Lyon was in really good shape and happily suggested that he teach his skinny pal a thing or two. “Come on. I even brought a spare pair of shorts. I figure you could use one right about now.” Lyon commented teasingly, giving a playful nod towards his buddy’s backpack which was still covering up the mess James had made of his shorts. “Fine… I’ll want to hose off before we get started, though.” James said flatly. He was glad to have a friend like Lyon, but he just knew that his lithe buddy would not let him live this down. There would be plenty of playful ribbing throughout the entirety of tonight’s workout. James just hoped that they didn’t run into anyone that was nearly as big and buff as their teacher. If his stiff, canvas cargo shorts couldn’t cover his boner, there was no way in hell the loose, airy basketball shorts that Lyon was lending him would. Getting to the gym wasn’t so bad. James had ducked into a restroom down the hall from the classroom and swapped shorts so he didn’t have to worry about having a huge white splotch on his crotch. He did still have to worry about the crusty goopy feeling of dried jizz caking into his pubes, though. The first thing he did at the gym was duck into the locker room and wash the caked on crud out of his reddish brown fuzz. Much to James’s chagrin, he found out that the showers at the school gym were the large, open air kind. There weren’t too many people in there at this time of night, but it was still pretty hard to cover the fact that he was giving his Netherlands plenty of attention during his extended shower. He hoped that no one thought that he was jacking off, but he wasn’t sure if that would be any more or less embarrassing than if anyone had discovered the truth. After an uneventful, albeit extended, shower, James rejoined his lithe buddy on the main floor of the gym. It was late and so the place was fairly sparsely populated, but there were still a fair number of night owls there to pump the midnight iron. “About time you got here. What were you doing, jacking off in there?” Lyon teased with a bit of good natured sass. “Hmm. Probably not. I’d be amazed if even you have any spunk left after Mr. Mathis’s class.” He added with a wink. James went beet red, but it wasn’t so much a matter of his buddy’s teasing so much as it was what Lyon was wearing. James knew that his pal was in pretty good shape, but he had never really noticed just how good looking the lean dude was. Lyon liked to dress nicely to class, often wearing nice jeans and a long sleeve, button up shirt. These outfits looked great on him, but did nothing to show off his physique. Now that he was clad in just a pair of lightweight running shorts and an open sided muscle shirt, James could really get a look at just how fit his pal was. To make matters even worse, the sizeable VPL that Lyon was sporting made it painfully obvious that he was freeballing their little get together. “…You’re not gonna trance out again on me, are ya?” Lyon asked incredulously. He reached a hand into his big, shaggy mop of brown hair and let out an exasperated sigh as he noticed the glazed over look in his buddy’s eyes. James couldn’t even bring himself to really care about how cute the expression on the dude’s face was. His eyes were drawn to the sides of his pal’s torso. Lyon’s raised arm gave James’s eyes easy access to just about everything he had to offer from the waist up. Even with the shadows cast by Lyon’s baggy muscle shirt, James was able to see very defined musculature along the side of his pal’s torso. The ripples of Lyons lats and the sizeable bump of his obliques were the most easily seen, but James could also just barely catch fleeting glimpses of the dude’s pecs and abs. James forced his eyes away and tried to focus his mind on the task at hand. As much fun as it was to scope out hotties, things could get super awkward super fast if Lyon thought that James was falling for him. Things could get even more messed up if James actually did begin to fall for the hot, cut guy that was standing before him. James forced his mind to think about the exercises that he needed to do in hopes of stopping his own reasonably sized dick from springing to attention. James’s cock was already stirring to life, which was the last thing he wanted to happen right now. James’s underoos had been far too drenched to be wearable, and so he was now stuck going commando. He was pretty sure that the outline of his dick was pretty obvious against the soft fabric of his borrowed shorts. “Nah, man. I’ll be fine. Just lead the way.” James said as casually as he could muster. Lyon rolled his eyes, but gave a short nod of his head towards one of the benches. “We’ll start with some presses. I want to get a feel for what you can lift.” He said flatly. James watched his pal stroll off towards the weight benches on the opposite side of the gym floor. His eyes kept drifting towards his pal’s tight, firm butt. Lyon’s running shorts were clinging to his ass perfectly, and it was driving James wild. It was by no stretch of the imagination the biggest butt that James had ever seen, Donnel had that honor, but Lyon’s butt was so cute and shapely and the gentle back and forth rocking was so hypnotic that James felt like he could scream in sexual frustration. The bounce and sway off that hot little booty couldn’t be accidental. Lyon must know that he had the cakes. As if to answer James’s internal question, Lyon called back over his shoulder. “You coming?” He had a sly smirk on his face that seemed to imply that he knew exactly what James had been up to. “Yeah. In a minute.” James replied weakly. “As if you’d last that long.” Lyon replied with a chuckle and then continued his little sashay across the gym. “Shit… he totally caught me staring…” James muttered silently to himself. He lowered his head and trudged after his friend with his tail between his legs. He arrived at the bench to find that Lyon had already set up station for him. “Alright. I only put forty pound on it. Even you should be able to lift this.” Lyon sassed playfully. James narrowed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his friend. Lyon took it in stride and laughed heartily. James soon found himself joining in. His pal had such a rich, full laughter that it was hard not to get caught up in it. James took his position on the bench and placed his hands along the markings. He began to push up but was amazed by how heavy it was. “This is just forty pounds?” He asked. “Plus twenty for the bar.” Lyon replied matter-of-factly. “Still, sixty pounds is kid stuff.” “We aren’t all as buff as you.” James replied with a mild tinge of irritation. “What? Little old me?” Lyon asked jokingly. He lifted his right arm and flexed his bicep playfully to drive home the point. Lyon’s muscles weren’t particularly huge, but he had very good definition. James found himself staring at the small, bulging bicep in admiration. He had always thought Lyon was kinda cute, but he had never dared dream that he would be so cut. James could feel his mind drifting as he undressed his buddy with his mind. He tried to visualize every ridge and contour of his pal’s densely packed body. James’s mouth spread into a stupid grin as he scoped out the mental image’s smokin’ hot bod. James had embellished a bit, but it was his imagination, he could have all the fun that he wanted. The mental Lyon was still lean and cut, but his muscles were slightly bigger and more defined all over. James even gave his daydream dreamboat a little extra help downstairs. “Ground Control to Major Tom. Can you read me, Major Tom?” Lyon droned playfully. The sound of his voice snapped James out of his reverie and back to the workout. What James saw made his heat skip a beat and butterflies erupt in his stomach. Lyon was standing over him, staring down just as before, but there was something different. James took a quick mental inventory of his surroundings. Lyon was definitely taller… but not just that, he was bigger all over. The feline’s previously loose muscle shirt was now stretched taut across his body. His cut abs and toned pecs pressed visibly against the fabric. The strip of fabric the covered his entire torso was now just a little too narrow. Lyon’s defined lats and the sides of his toned pecs spilled out the sides just a little bit. “Y… Yeah, I’m fine…” James muttered quietly. “You don’t look it. Here. I’ll help you out. Don’t worry about the weight, if I see you start to crack, I’ll catch it for you.” Lyon said noticeably worried. He took a step forward so that he was pressed up against the bench and placed a hand on either side of James’s chest. James’s breath caught in his throat. Lyon was now so tall that his crotch was positioned just a little bit higher than James’s head. James’s eyes drifted towards the outline of his pal’s dick, and what a dick it was! It was easily over a foot long and still soft, and it was topped off with two large baseball sized nuts. As Lyon leaned in farther to help steady the bar, his junk was practically resting on James’s forehead. James’s mind was swimming. He felt like he was observing everything as if through an old television with really bad signal. Everything seemed so distant and hazy. One thing was for sure, though. He had done it again. He hadn’t meant to. Just like before it was completely accidental. All that had happened was he started to drift off and let his imagination run wild. James momentarily considered letting his mind run rampant some more, but he shook the notion from his head. After seeing what he had done to Donnel, there was no way he could unleash the full force of his abilities upon his pal… although, Lyon had often mentioned how he was jealous of the huge, muscular TA… and his buddy would look amazing with all that brawn stacked onto his already toned frame. James was too far gone to try arguing with himself anymore. He was only vaguely aware of that Lyon’s package was swelling right before his very eyes. James started to drift back to reality when he felt the weight of Lyon’s balls pressing against his forehead, but that only served to make him slightly more lucid. He watched in bemused fascination as his pal’s already huge junk pressed against the light fabric of his lightweight running shorts. The fabric was never meant to hold back such a beast, and already the front was showing signs of distress. James could actually see the individual strands popping and snapping in vivid high def as his buddy’s cock and balls quickly outgrew the front pouch of the shorts that were obviously designed for someone much shorter, much slimmer, and far, far less hung. James heard a loud rip and everything went black for him. He could feel the weight of his buddy’s hefty sack against his face. He was wearing his buddy’s nutsack like some kind of erotic masquerade mask. He could no longer see how big anything was, but he could certainly feel it. It wasn’t just the weight of the two large orbs. James could also feel the length and girt of his pal’s cock. Lyon’s dick was so huge now that it rested across James’s face and continued past his chin before coming to a stop atop his chest. The huge, fat cock had to be bigger around than James’s own throat, and James knew that it was nowhere near finished growing. “Sorry about that.” Lyon chuckled. “I guess the little guy likes you.” The cut guy said as he took a step back and let his junk slide off of his pal’s face. James wasted no time in sliding out from under the weighted bar and getting down on his knees in front of his pal’s now massive cock. The thick cock now dangled down past the his buddy’s knees, and it was still soft. James scooped it up with both hands and began to caress it and lick the tip. “Woah now. What are you doing?” The huge guy yelped in surprise. “Just relax. No one’s going to care.” James said calmly, almost serenely as he continued to stroke Lyon’s now chubbed up cock. “No… I suppose everyone is used to it by now, but still. You know what happened last time.” Lyon muttered. James wasn’t sure what Lyon was referring to, but it didn’t matter. Apparently this meant that he could alter things other than just physical appearances in his trance state. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind came a dark whisper goading him on to try to make Lyon madly in love with him. James was so disgusted by the thought of tampering with someone’s mind that he felt himself fall from his heightened state. James came back down to reality hard. Next thing he knew he was kneeling before his pal with his pal’s massive semi in his hands. “Hey. Don’t stop now, man. You got me this far. You might as well finish up, right?” Lyon said with a nervous smile. James struggled not to chuckle. He was so disoriented he wasn’t even sure what exactly Lyon was talking about. Did the huge dude know that James was changing things? Or was he just referring to the aborted blowjob? James figured the second was more likely the case, but he wished he could get back to really hulking out his buddy. As it was, Lyon was about as buff as your average beginning level bodybuilder. He could pass as a football star, but aside from his cock he wasn’t all that out of the ordinary. James wanted to make his best friend into the best man there ever was, even have him rival their amazingly huge, amazingly hot teacher. Just thinking about what Lyon would be like at that size made James’s cock stand at attention. James was only vaguely aware of Lyon’s cock swelling in his hands. At first James had thought it was just a function of his pal’s dick getting even harder, but he was only half right. It quickly became apparent that there was more to it than that when he heard the snap from Lyon’s waistband finally giving up the ghost. What little remained of Lyon’s shorts was now falling away like a plastic bag caught in a gust. That sound was enough to rouse James enough to scope out what he had done. Lyon was now huge and completely nude from the chest down. The only article of clothing he was still wearing was his muscle shirt which was now far too small for his massive frame. The bottom hemline of his shirt barely reached the bottom of his thick, brawny pecs. The shirt was stretched so thin that it looked like he was wearing a sports bra on backwards. What was originally a strip of fabric that covered his entire chest was now a narrow strap that was quickly disappearing into the ever deepening trench between his two burly pecs. Lyon was now fully boned, and his cock was standing at its full upight and locked position. At its new size, it reached all the way up to his chin. His nuts were now so huge that that they dangled down past his knees. Either enlarged orb was closing in on the size of a yoga ball and still expanding. James stood up and nuzzled into his pal’s huge pectoral mass. They had originally been nearly the same height, but Lyon was now so tall that his nipples were about eye level with his skinny little pal. James saw the opportunity and he took it. He craned his neck up and wrapped his mouth around his pal’s huge, exposed nipple. As he lightly sucked it, he could hear Lyon softly goading him on. “Ah, yeah. That feels pretty good actually…” He softly cooed. James was mildly amused at how chill his friend was with all of this, but then he remembered the compulsion he had made earlier. Lyon would now be completely relaxed about anything that happened during the course of his transformation, and so would everyone else, apparently. James took a step back for a moment and tugged off his clothes as he stared at his friend’s expanding form. A loud snap split the air as Lyon’s far too tiny muscle shirt gave up the ghost and split open right down the middle. Lyon was now left completely nude in the middle of the gym. His tussled mop was already pressing up against the roof of the ceiling and his massive balls were beginning to touch the floor. Yet still he kept growing, and neither Lyon nor James seemed interested in stopping any time soon. The twenty or so odd people in the sprawling gym at this hour turned to look when they heard the loud snap, but no one seemed particularly surprised to see the huge, hulking, fully nude dude or his equally nude, tiny friend. A few gym-goers gave an appreciative whistle or a passing “Nice, man.” and went back to their workouts. Lyon was now so huge that he had to sit down in order to still fit in the room. James wasted no time in hopping up in his lap and stroking his friend’s massive dick. Lyon’s cock was bigger than James in every way. It stood a good foot or two taller than him and was quickly approaching three times as big around as James’s slim waist. There was no way that James could get his arms all the way around it, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He leaned into the massive cock and began pumping it with both arms while grinding against it. Try as he might, he could not provide the necessary stimulation at his small size. Lyon decided to quite literally take matters into his own hands. He reached forward and grabbed his massive tree trunk of a cock and began pumping it vigorously. In the process he ended up pulling his dick tight into his chest. His cock was now so tall that it towered above even Lyon’s head and was quickly approaching hitting the ceiling of the gym. James was in ecstasy. He was pinned between his buddy’s huge, brawny chest and amazingly massive cock. He reveled in how tiny he felt compared to his best friend and especially his best friend’s dick. Everything about Lyon was so huge that James’s felt like his mind would explode just from trying to comprehend the sheer magnitude of it. Fortunately for both of them, James’s cock exploded long before his mind did. He felt his own thick wad crash against his buddy’s giant cock and soak into the soft trail of fuzz leading down to his own cock. The scent of sweat and jizz filled his nostrils and his mind. Soon after, James felt himself bathing in a steady stream of pre oozing out from Lyon’s mammoth cock. James could feel the colossal dong shuddering and lurching. He could feel the very blood pumping through it as the beast came ever closer to unloading. Lyon let out a feral roar that reverberated through the entire gym as his jizz burst forth from his cock like jets from a geyser. Lyon continued to moan as more and more jets of spunk erupted forth and coated the entire gym. James was quickly drenched in the torrential downpour of thick jizz, but he didn’t mind at all. In fact he enjoyed every second of being completely bathed in his buddy’s spooge. He could feel it soaking into his hair and permeating every inch of his body. The scent flooded his nostrils and the taste filled his mouth. James was exhausted, and yet, Lyon was still showing no signs of slowing. The gym floor was already coated in a standing pool of cum that was approaching a foot deep. The gigantic bog of jizz was seeping out of the main weight room and down the stairs into the lower levels where the treadmills and ellipticals were housed. James could hear a few mutters from the people downstairs. No one was particularly upset. Rather they all sounded annoyed at most. Almost as if this was a common occurrence around here. James chuckled softly to himself as he nuzzled up against his pal’s stomach. Lyon’s torrent of spunk had finally tapered off, and his titanic cock had finally begun to deflate. The giant, buff dude slumped backwards onto the gym floor and lied there, gasping for breath. James cuddled up against his pal’s thick abs, feeling the steady, rhythmic rocking of his pal’s deep breaths. James could barely comprehend how huge he had made Lyon. His pal was no so huge that James could lie across his abs like a full sized bed. Even soft, Lyon’s cock looked like a redwood tree trunk, and his huge nuts dwarfed even the nearby squat rack. Lyon’s thick, bulging pecs were as big across as a park bench and almost far across top to bottom. The gigantic slabs of pectoral muscle jutted out a few feet above his deeply trenched eight pack abs. James’s eyes drifted to his pal’s colossal arms. The gigantic muscles on his limbs were so huge that, even in their unflexed state, his bicep looked to be almost as big as James’s entire body. A giant hand reached over and gently patted James. Even Lyon’s palm was huge enough to completely eclipse James’s torso. His deep chuckle reverberated through his tiny pal’s entire body. “Man. I’m gonna have to let you get me off more often.” He said lazily. James couldn’t see up past the giant pectoral shelf to see his friend’s face, but he knew the giant dude was beaming happily. James was only all too happy to offer his services to get his pal off whenever and wherever Lyon wanted it.

Chapter 1 James didn’t have much going for him. He wasn’t large. He wasn’t small. He wasn’t even ugly. He was alright looking by most accounts; he just didn’t really stand out. It worked all right in high school since he could slink into the crowd and avoid bullies, but back there he had had all his old friends. His relative anonymity was getting to be tiresome now that he was in a new city and a new school. He had been so looking forward to college because he had heard about all the great parties that he could go to, but having gone to a few already, he could safely say they weren’t any better than the ones back in high school. He spent the entire time with his back to the wall and a red solo cup in one hand. James let out a sigh as he trudged into his last class of the day. It wasn’t even a real class; it was just a TA session. Every Wednesday night, his physics class had an extra hour long session tacked onto his already tedious schedule. The only plus side was that the nerdy grad student who instructed the class during this period was hella cute. The black haired guy was a little on the chubby side, but he carried his weight well. His small, round, thin, gold rimmed glasses gave him an endearingly goofy look like something out of a children’s fantasy novel. Even the guy’s name was cute. When James had seen the name “Mathis” on his syllable he had expected some dour old geezer or some Axe’d up dudebro. He was very pleasantly surprised when the cuddly looking grad student had shown up and insisted they all refer to him by his first name, Donnel. James threw his book bag under one of the desks and gave a nod of recognition to the dude seated two seats down. This was the closest thing he had to a friend this early into his new school life. With any luck, by midterms they would even know each other’s names. James whipped out his smart phone and began flipping through his various apps. An errant porn gif crossed his dash which caused him to hastily turn off the screen. The last thing he needed was one of the other students to catch him staring at big, floppy, dongs in the middle of class. He took a quick glance around to be sure no one had seen him; he seemed to be in the clear. He let out a sigh, and waited for his dick to decide to forget what he had seen. His own respectable cock was refusing to obey and steadily chubbing in his loose cargo shorts. James could do nothing but slump back into his chair and wait. He might not have much going for him, but what he did have was an overactive imagination. His mind was still replaying that pixelized cock bobbing and flopping in rhythm with the deep thrusts that the dude was receiving from behind. James stared into the blank screen of his phone. He was too afraid to turn it back on for fear of someone catching sight of the gif that was most assuredly still playing on his dash. All he could do until the TA decided to show up was stare at his own reflection in the black screen. The college student staring back at him looked just as skittish as he felt. The thin, face was covered in freckles, mostly clustered along his cheekbones. The tussled mop of light, reddish brown hair looked like something from the Beatle’s early career. He wasn’t particularly fond of the Beatle’s or their hairstyles, but he had been too broke to get a haircut and too lazy to touch a brush in months. The lean student absentmindedly twirled the phone in one hand as he watched the second hand tick away on the old and busted little wall clock that had probably been mounted on that same wall since the physics building had been christened in 1973. Eventually, the cute, chubby grad student staggered into the classroom, huffing slightly as he struggled for breath. “Alright class… Get your books out… we’re going to review for your first exam.” Donnel rattled on between gasps for breath. It was obvious that he had been running to get there. A slight layer of sweat had soaked into his shirt causing it to cling to his skin. It wasn’t the first time Donnel had shown up to class slightly late and even more out of breath. Apparently he had one of his graduate level classes all the way across campus that let out immediately before the class he was scheduled to teach. It was no doubt a serious inconvenience, but James couldn’t help but wonder if the chubby guy had lost a few pounds over the last few weeks. James was sure he could see a little definition showing through the TA’s clinging shirt. James never really had trouble in physics. He could memorize formulas and laws and theories really easily. At this rate this class was going to be ridiculously boring for him. Sure enough, his mind began to wander within the first five minutes of their review. His mind always wandered in this class, but he never got called out on it. His eyes were glued to the cute TA the whole time. He was sure that Donnel had lost a little weight in the past few weeks. James couldn’t help but think how much better the guy was looking now. James mind began to drift farther and farther. Donnel was cute now, sure, but he’d be frickin' hot with a bit of beef on him. James’s mind drifted to thoughts of the chubby instructor filling out his green and white plaid button up shirt with brawn instead of pudge. James could actually see that dude’s shirt fit him snugger as his flabby little moobs gave way to thick slabs of brawn. As the teacher’s shirt got tighter and tighter, the ripples of his toned, beefy abs began to show through the front of the fabric. The grad student’s chest got wider and thicker as his pecs and lats grew and spread. The TA’s now huge muscles pressed against his shirt on all sides causing the fabric to pull away down the center. Large gaps could be seen up and down the front of his shirt as the buttons struggled in vain to bring to two halves of clothing together, and still the TA kept swelling. The buttons eventually gave up the ghost and began to burst free at mach speeds. The miniature projectiles ricocheted off of desks and walls, but no one in the class seemed to notice. The TA’s shirt sleeves ripped loudly as his huge, muscular arms got to be simply too much for them to handle James was actually a little startled by the noise, but it alerted him to all the growth going on in other areas as well. He could see now that it was not just the cute teacher’s chest that had been beefing up, but the rest of him as well. The seams of the TA’s tight jeans were already showing signs of popping and snapping. It was obvious that his thick, brawny quads were going to overpower the tight denim at any second. James’s eyes focuses on the cute guy’s pants as he waited with bated breath for those to follow his shirts example. As James eyed the teacher’s lower half he became aware of the pronounced bulge in the front of the guy’s jeans. James had to silently give his subconscious a mental high five for thinking about that too. It was only fitting that such a massive, burly stud of a man have a cock to match. James couldn’t wait for the beast to burst free of its cruel captivity. Something that great deserved to be seen by all. The lanky student bit his lower lip as he stared at the lewd sight before him. He wanted to rub one out so bad, but he dared not do so in the middle of class. There was no telling just how much of his actions would be visible in the real world. He might find that he would be beating off in the dream and also in front of the actual teacher. With an audible shred, the teacher’s jeans burst into ribbons, leaving him completely nude except for a skin tight pair of grey boxer briefs. The briefs did absolutely nothing to disguise the magnitude of the TA’s cock. It was thicker around than James’ skinny arm and well over a foot long. The thing had to be closing in on two feet. It was impossible to tell for sure due to the way it bunched and folded in the confines of the teacher’s way too tiny undies. James’s jaw dropped. That thing was that huge and still soft! The massive dick was accompanied by two equally massive, cantaloupe sized nuts. It was a miracle that the immense package was still contained within the thin layer of fabric. “Not for long.” James thought to himself with a smirk. This dream was too good to stop now. He was going to go for the Full Monty. The TA had another surge of growth, but still no one except for James seemed to notice. The last vestiges of the guy’s clothing broke away, leaving the now towering wall of toned beef completely nude. His huge, nude TA still paced and spoke confidently as he rattled on about gravity and inertia and friction and wind resistance, but James couldn’t care less about that shit. The TA’s cock was so huge that the head of it grazed the ground as he walked. The shaft was as thick around as James’s lean waist. The two enormous nuts were now the size of jumbo beach party beach balls. His broad chest was almost three times as wide as James’s shoulders. Either individual massive pec was easily the size of James’s Torso. James could curl up like a cat and nap on that broad, burly chest of he wanted to, and he really wanted to. James was so entranced by that fantastic brawn that he just had to get up and get close to that. He had to feel those glorious muscles against his flesh. He wanted to rub his tongue against that colossal dick. James smirked as he noticed the steady chubbing of the teacher’s cock. The gigantic schlong steadily hardened and lifted itself up and up. James couldn’t have peeled his eyes away if he wanted to. He couldn’t be sure, but it was almost as if the giant dick was reacting to his thoughts. James shrugged and rolled with it. This was his dream after all. He began imagining even more lurid acts he would do if he ever got the chance. He wanted to straddle that giant cock like a roadhouse mechanical bull and ride it as it bucked and lurched. He would latch his arms and legs across it and rub his tongue along every inch that was available to him. The TA’s giant cock was already oozing pre and shuddering in response to James’s imagined touches. James wanted all the cum that was contained in those massive, heavy nuts all over him. He was just about to hop up from his seat and begin attending to Donnel’s amazing, growing, dream cock, but the teacher seemed to be one step ahead of him. Donnel set down his text book and went about pacing around the room while absentmindedly stroking his colossal dong. James’s eyes followed him intently as did the eyes of most everyone in the class. James couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else was part of his dream. All eyes seemed intently glued to the now beefy instructor and his massive, oozing cock. Quite a few students had a pink tinge of arousal visible on their faces. James could even catch sight of a few boners pressing against the fronts of some of the guy’s pants. One or two of the braver ones even had a hand down the front of their pants shamelessly stroking their hard-on. He quickly dismissed the idea. If anyone else could see this, surely they would have freaked out by now. James shoved his doubts and inhibitions aside and slowly walked up to the TA. No words were exchanged, but the look of sheer, unadulterated lust in James’s warm brown eyes made it absolutely clear what he wanted. He stood in front of the massive, muscular dude and began to stroke and lick the enormous cock. James dug his own respectable bulge against the soft underbelly of the massive cock and began to grind passionately. He was so overcome by the sheer magnitude of the cute young teacher that he forgot everything else. The thick, veiny cock pulsed and shuddered against his face and chest. James knew it was only a matter of moments before it blew. Seconds later, James was knocked to his feet by a surge of jizz from the monstrous cock. The spooge was so warm and thick that it was like being bathed in tar, but it smelled and tasted so wonderful that James didn’t mind at all. The thick, goopy spunk soaked his clothes and clung to his lightly tanned skin, and yet more and more kept flooding from the TA’s immense nuts. By the time the torrent of spooge had tapered off, James was so coated that his own load was completely lost in the giant tidal wave of spunk from the teacher. James could do nothing by lie in the giant puddle of spooge that now covered the entire front of the classroom. “Oh! I’m terribly sorry. I don’t know what came over me!” Donnel sputtered in shock. James chuckled silently to himself; he knew exactly what just came over him. The huge, brawny guy slowly reached a hand down to help up his jizz soaked student. James reached up and accepted the teacher’s help. James was feeling so great from the intensity of his own climax that he was only vaguely aware of how sticky his skin was now. His gut felt pretty heavy too. There was no telling how much of the salty spooge he had guzzled in his erotic trance. James’s eyes slowly scanned the classroom. All eyes were on him now. The other students looked at him with a look of awe, shock, and even some jealousy. As the afterglow slowly began to fade, James was snapped out of his trance by a loud, rattling ring from the bell. He nearly jumped from the shock. He came crashing back to reality. He suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. All the other students were gathering their books and packing their bags, barely paying attention to him, but one or two would occasionally glance his way. Something just seemed off. He was sure he had woken up from his dream, but he was still coated in spunk. A firm hand on his shoulder brought his attention back to the cute guy. James looked up to see that same cute face looking down on him, although the face had noticeably trimmed down since the beginning of class. No surprise there, considering the TA no longer had an ounce of fat on his. He was now a huge, hulking muscle god with a four foot cock. “Again, terribly sorry about the mess… You know how it is with guys like me… Sometimes we just can’t help it.” Donnel said apologetically. “Although… Given the lengths you went to to get me off, I suppose I can’t really take all the blame.” He added with a sly wink. James was dumbfounded. He could no longer tell the difference between his dream and reality. Just how much of what he had dreamt had he really done? Had he really transformed the cute, portly grad student into that massive, nude wall of brawn and balls? The real question was could he do it again if he wanted to? A devious smile crept across his jizz-coated lips. This was going to be an interesting semester after all.

Hey. A new story. This one's a bit of an experiment. -X- ==== Really? No? Look, it's fine if you're iffy on the whole proposition. I know it sounds like bullshit. So let me tell you about Joey's story. It all started when he decided to juice, which probably tells you a bit about him. You'd be right if you guessed he was on the small side, back then. Like you. Not scrawny, no. He worked out too much for that, and 167 pounds lean and pumped at 5'7 isn't a bad build, even if he did claim to be 5'8 most of the time. He worked hard for that inch: wore thick-soled shoes; spiked his hair. But he worked out with Trevor Millar, so he could be excused for feeling a bit inadequate. You don't remember Trevor? Right, of course. He moved away last year. BMOC for as long as anyone could remember. Tall; a bit over six feet, and he'd been lifting since he was a kid and it showed. That platinum blond hair and dark tan of his were the perfect complements to the body of your dreams. Huge chest, lean waist; bis that popped like baseballs when he flexed. And let's face it--when wasn't Trevor flexing? Or shirtless. The word around town was that he was allergic to shirts. So, like I was saying, the two of them worked out together. For a while it was good for them both. They pushed each other. They grew. The problem was that Trevor always grew more. Faster. And that's why, earlier in the week, Trevor had told Joey they couldn't work out together any more. "You'd only be holding me back," he'd said. That's why Joey got the juice. He wouldn't say where he got it from, exactly. Never did. But here in San Cristobal, things like this happen, and you just start to accept that it's how things are. The Saturday that it all went down, Joey showed up to Trevor's place with white smile and a hard glint in his eye. When Trevor opened the door, Joey barely noticed. That wasn't like Joey, not at all. He always went a bit wide-eyed around Trevor. Let him take the lead when hanging out, or in the gym. In bed, too, but they'd stopped doing that when Trevor had gotten bored and moved on to bigger and better guys that were more his taste. Trevor wasn't wearing much beyond a pair of gym shorts that day. He folded his arms across his chest, the huge globes tightening with his irritation. His arms flexed dangerously, the blue veins straining under the skin. He wasn't used to being disregarded. He took note of what had superseded his presence in Joey's attention. The smaller jock was cradling a leather-bound case in his hand. He kept stroking the clasp on it. It was only when the weight of Trevor's glower fell upon him that he looked up at last. "Hey dude. Can I come in?" he asked, and pushed past Trevor into his untidy apartment without waiting for a response. That didn't improve Trevor's mood any. It was messy inside, but not much more than usual. A half-drank protein shake on the den table and some weights scattered on the ground, right next to a mirror so that Trevor could watch himself lift. The weights were more than Joey could lift for sure. And the place smelled like man. A bit of musk, some sweat, the faint hint of laundry waiting to be done. Nothing too foul, just unabashedly masculine. It normally sent a little jolt straight to Joey's groin, and sometimes enough so that he had to hide his body's reaction, but to be honest, he didn't have much down there to conceal. Not then, anyway. "What's up with you?" Trevor asked. His eyes followed Joey's fingers as they traced over the case. He was pretty horny that day, and wondered if they wouldn't look better stroking him off. "I finally got this stuff," said Joey, almost as if he was talking to himself. "Been looking for it for a while, but this dealer I know came through." For a second, Trevor thought he meant drugs. Then, awareness dawned. "You're doing 'roids, bro?" That brought Joey out of it. With a deft flick of his wrist, he popped the case open. Whatever was inside didn't look like steroids. There were just two pencil-thin syringes. The liquid inside them was a bit greyish, a bit glittery, like liquid metal. Quicksilver, but darker. "Fuck no, man. This is way stronger; way faster," Joey said. "It's just... a bit of a gamble, that's all." The first part of his proposal had enticed Trevor, but the second, well, that didn't sound good. He scrunched up his features. Even making a face, he was beautiful. Bronzed skin, rosy lips, blue eyes the color of calm seas. A little too pretty for a guy his size, but no one was stupid enough to say it. "What do you mean?" Joey shrugged. "Doesn't work for everyone, the guy said. And if it doesn't--" "Well, that's fucking dumb," Trevor thundered. "Sounds like a good excuse for when it doesn't work. How do you know it won't kill you?" He reached for the case. Joey yanked it away. "It's not gonna. I trust my guy." He didn't sound so sure. "Whatever, man," said Trevor, rolling his eyes. "If you think it'll help you keep up. I clearly don't need the shit." He flexed to prove his point, bringing his big split biceps peak up in front of Joey's face. That pulled the smaller guy's eyes away from his new juice. It also had the reaction that Trevor had been looking for. The smallest hint of movement stirred in Joey's shorts. "Wow," said Joey, in spite of himself. "You're bigger." "Always. Hey, I was thinking. I'm a little bit horny," said Trevor. He reached down with one hand and adjusted his bulge lewdly. Still completely soft, the thick tube of meat hung a good way down his thigh. Trevor was gifted everywhere. Even at his softest, he was longer and wider than Joey was hard. And at its full size, Trevor's beast was-- "No, bro. I wanna try this stuff here with you. That's why I brought it," Joey said. "Like I said..." "Fine. You don't have to try it," said Joey. "More for me, I guess." Without waiting for any more argument, Joey set the case down on the messy table. He pried one of the syringes free and brought it up to the light, flicking it with his fingertip like he'd seen mad scientists do on TV. Maybe it was a bit crazy, but as his eyes drifted back to his behemoth of a buddy, he knew what he had to do. Like he'd been told, he jabbed the syringe into the flesh of his shoulder and squeezed the plunger until it wouldn't go down any more. He shivered. "You all right?" Trevor asked, evincing a rare bit of concern. He had a look on his face like Joey might keel over at any second, but as seconds passed and that didn't happen, his features settled back into vague disinterest. "Yeah, feels fine. Like any other shot I've ever had," Joey said. He sounded a bit distracted. Trevor shrugged his boulder-like shoulders. "So you going to keep on it for a few weeks, see what it does?" Joey frowned. "No, he said it oughtta be instant. Do I look any bigger to you?" He flexed his own arm and looked down at it. It was a nice ball of muscle, if you were into that sort of thing, but no bigger than before. Just fourteen and a half inches, where it had been stuck for months. "You got robbed. Hope you didn't pay too much. Guess you're gonna have to get big the hard way," Trevor couldn't resist the mocking smirk that twisted his lips. But then Joey grunted. It sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him. Trevor's sneer faltered. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," said Joey. Gasped, really. "Feels really good, actually." He grunted again, and this time a spasm seemed to go through his body, like all his small and well-toned muscles were clenching at once, even his still-flexed arm. Especially his arm, which seemed to flex a little harder and rise a little higher, and didn't go back down when the spasm had spent itself. Trevor reached out to touch it without asking. His big, callused hand easily spanned the solid rise of muscle. It still wasn't especially large, but he found himself wondering if it was just a bit bigger than before. Had it always been so hard? He knew Joey had been working his ass off lately. The next spasm answered his questions. It surged through Joey, rocking his body, much more intense than its predecessors. As it passed through little Joey, he seemed to swell, expanding in every direction. Broader, thicker, even taller. His arm, still in Trevor's grip, piled on an inch of mass easily. More, it hardened, turning to concrete beneath his workout buddy's fingers. Trevor's hand fell away, shaking. Disbelief made his eyes wide and his face pale. "Fuck yeah, man!" That was all Joey could manage between spasms. Another one hit, and his toes burst through tennis shoes suddenly too small for his growing feet. A second, and seams popped along the shoulders and arms of his shirt. With the third, his grunts dropped in pitch from tenor to rich baritone. It looked like he should be in pain, with his body twisting and transforming, muscles reshaping themselves and pressing their jagged striations up under his skin. But pleasure drowned out whatever pain Joey felt, a fact made clear by the steel-hard impression of his average member pressed up against the fabric of his gym shorts. They were increasingly inadequate as his ass swelled into two spheres of solid muscle. He stretched up to his full height. To Trevor's shock, 'little' Joey's eyes were just a shade below his own. When Joey groaned once more, Trevor braced himself to see his formerly small partner surpass him. He held his breath. But Joey didn't get any taller or any broader. Instead, his cock twitched in his shorts. He threw his head back, moaning as if he might cum. Instead, the shape of his dick lengthened and widened, straining out like a water balloon. Another jerk and it swelled again, going from average to thick, and by the third, it strained toward his waist. The changes subsided abruptly, leaving him gasping and swaying and his shorts drenched with a torrent of precum. When at last he came to himself, Joey saw Trevor still shocked and staring. Trevor, who'd always seemed impossibly large, who was now not that much bigger than the new and improved Joey. Trevor, whose gaze was developing a tinge of envy. Trevor, whose impossible cock was at full mast in his shorts. Over Joey, and the stud he had become. As Joey regarded his gym partner, still riding the wave of hormones and adrenaline from his incredible transformation, he felt that something familiar was missing. It took him a moment, and then he realized what it was. He'd always been a little afraid of Trevor whenever they'd spent time together. Whether it was their size difference, or his larger friend's somewhat mercurial temper, all of their interactions had been drenched in an undercurrent of fear. And now that fear was gone. "You like what you see?" Joey asked, ego buoyed by endorphins and newfound confidence. He tried to lift his shirt, but it was much too small for that. Painted on, almost. So he reached up, and with boldness that surprised even he, tore it at the neck. It ripped like tissue paper, revealing two heaving pecs bulging beneath a thin dusting of dark hair. Below them were eight perfect abdominals, marching downward toward his groin with the precision of a perfectly cobbled path. He couldn't wait to see his new cock. So he didn't. He peeled his precum-soaked shorts away from his Adonis belt and tugged them down, which wasn't easy given the mass of his legs and muscle ass. It was so worth it. His hands had grown along with him. Whereas before, he'd been able to stroke his dick with a few fingers, now it took both hands to span the shaft. There were at least a couple inches of hot, veiny meat extending beyond them. And good luck closing those fingers around the tower of flesh. It was way too thick for that now. In that time, Trevor had recovered. "My turn," he said. He grabbed the second syringe. Joey reached for it, but Trevor swiped it away. "You said I could have it." "You didn't want it," said Joey. "I do now," said Trevor. He jammed it into his shoulder and injected the grey gunk inside. All the old feelings flooded back into Joey: the fear, the jealousy, the frustration. He'd come over meaning to share the experience with Trevor, but now that he was finally on par with his friend, he liked it. And now Trevor would be the big guy again, except this time, he'd be gigantic. Trevor, for his part, seemed eager to reestablish his dominance. Deep blue eyes shining with triumph, he cast the syringe aside and hiked his shorts down with his thumbs. His double-digit dick thwacked against his belly. Even the new Joey had to marvel its length and width. "Let's see how big you got, stud," said Trevor, adding a teasing, "While we're still close in size." He reached out and grabbed Joey's dick, pressing the two oversized cocks against each other. To Joey's shock, his was nearly as long as Trevor's, and maybe just a bit wider. Even after all that change, Joey was still second best. Trevor was still a little broader, about an inch taller. Still the better man. Trevor grinned at him. "I think I feel it starting." And then something happened that neither of them expected. Trevor's body spasmed all over, ripping the breath from his lungs. When the fit passed, he found that he was staring at Joey dead in the eyes. Well, that wasn't right. He glanced down, thinking that Joey was standing on the tips of his toes, or maybe wearing those thick-soled shoes he'd always worn to boost his height. But no, Joey's feet were flat on the ground. And they were bare, his ruined shoes on the ground nearby. With a wave of weakness, the room spun around him. When he was able to collect his thoughts, Joey was supporting him with one big hand on Trevor's arm. That hand looked bigger than it had before. "What the fuck?" Trevor asked. "I took the shit. Why are you growing again?" Joey hesitated for a heartbeat, a specter of his old fear staying his tongue. "I don't think I'm changing. You are," he said, at last. "That's not how this shit works!" Joey backed away, and Trevor stumbled. "I tried to say--" "You what!?" "It's a bit of a gamble, the guy said. Some people have an inverse reaction," Joey managed, his features going rigid with horror as Trevor slipped down another inch or two. Then Trevor made his second big mistake. He took a swing at Joey. Joey caught the fist easily. In fact, he was shocked that it had been so easy. Trevor had always seemed like a giant bull, unstoppable in his power. But at that moment, it dawned on Joey that he was the bigger man. He was in control. Trevor took the lesson a bit more slowly. His hands scrabbled for purchase but found only sweat-slicked bulges of hot muscle. That was his second mistake, because the writhing of his dwindling body only served to turn Joey on. "C'mon," Joey said, his rush of confidence rekindling. Trevor wrestling against his body with such futility made him feel almost godlike. And like a god, he decided to take what he wanted. Trevor's tremendous cock bounced as Joey hefted him in the air with surprising ease. He wondered, absently, how much mass Trevor had lost already. The change seemed to be slowing, now, but he couldn't be much larger than Joey had been before. All rational thought left the moment the head of his new-grown dick found Trevor's hole. The former jock's cursing and struggles halted in one cry of mingled pain and pleasure as Joey pushed in. It didn't take Joey long. He used Trevor, holding him easily aloft. Only a few long thrusts into his tight ass, and Joey's long-held load churned up in his balls, molten and white hot. Trevor came first. With every spurt that sprayed out of his cock, it wilted a bit, until it didn't look very impressive at all. And for Joey, that was all it took. He was the bigger man. Bigger and better in every way. That sent him over the edge, his cock bucking and filling Trevor with his seed. The orgasm stretched on into forever. When it was all over with, Trevor huddled up on the couch, staring at Joey with a mixture of hate and envy as he tried on one of Trevor's tank tops. It fit, and that just made Joey smile. He wanted to feel bad, but everything that had happened, Trevor had done to himself. Minus the last part, of course, and that wasn't anything they hadn't done together dozens of times before. So, he was pretty much done with guilt when he turned to Trevor and said, "I'm going to go to the gym. I'd invite you, but you know how it goes. You'd only be holding me back." And that's how Joey got big, and how Trevor got small. Yeah, it's a gamble, but you look like the gambling type. The price? Negotiable. Really, the important part is that there's one big rule. You don't tell anyone where you got it. Just like Joey. You don't, because that could mess with what we're setting into motion here, and the boss wouldn't like that at all. No, no. I'm not threatening. Just saying. He's been working at this for a while, ever since that mess back in '03. And, well, that's more 'need to know' information, and you... all you should care about is the fact that this little syringe has your wildest dreams in it. Or your worst nightmares, sure. But I can tell your answer already from the look in your eyes. Heck, I can practically hear you thinking it. So what do you say? Are you in?

Chapter 2 ____ When Jonas greeted me at his door he was again shirtless, hairy with a fork in hand. In fact he looked noticeably bigger. Something about the width of his tremendous shoulders, or his massive traps. His pecs looked so heavy and his rounded, hairy muscle gut barreled outwards He looked even more imposing than a week ago. Standing in front of me was a muscle freak in the farthest depths of the offseason. He must have noticed my astonishment. Between bites from a meal prepped in a Tupperware container Jonas simply said: “I grew”. “Damn! I can tell” Jonas' bowling ball shoulders bulged and flexed as he moved and shifted his weight. “I’m up another 10 lbs this week. I’m over 320 lbs right now.” I couldn’t tell if he was bragging or complaining. He turned around and opened the door to invite me in. He was wearing jumbo sized sweatpants that clung tightly to his massive muscled ass. I couldn’t help but stare at his huge legs either. He ushered me into his dimly lit apartment, and aside from the two foot tall pile of used tupperware, his place actually looked pretty neat. I sat down at the little round table from the week before. It looked like my chair hadn’t moved. I made some offhand comment about the tidying up and he responded. “My… master had a cleaning lady in.” He said “He didn’t like how dirty it was getting.” Master. So that's what this kind of relationship was. He had some sugar daddy funding his bodybuilding. That explained so much. “So tell me a little bit more about your master. He’s the guy who’s getting your food delivered, right?” The big man nodded. “He’s the one who’s making me like this.” Jonas casually flexed his massive bicep, which had to be at least 23” around. I found myself gawking again. God he looked enormous. Everything on his physique was so massive and bloated with muscle. “He knows I don’t want to be any bigger. He knows I want to stop growing” Jonas began “But he doesn’t care. It turns him on to watch me outgrow my clothes, to see me grow.” “So you just keep eating” I said. “I told you before” he said between mouthfuls. “This isn’t a choice.” I tried to figure out what angle I could use on this story. “Man Hypnotizes Young Gay man in a Master/Muscle Slave Relationship”. I mused the idea of how my sports column could be stretched to cover this. “Master/Slave Bonding leads to Heavyweight Bodybuilding” “So can I meet this master of yours?” I asked. “You will. But he’s not here yet.” Something about his tone sounded slightly ominous. “How much are you eating every day?” I asked “I have no idea. I don’t do it consciously. It’s just happening. And My fridge is so full that master got me a second one several months ago” He replied. I found myself still staring as his bulging body as he spoke. The largest man I’d ever seen had actually gotten visibly larger in a week. “I’m sorry, you said you gained ten pounds in a week?” “Yes, and it's been like this for several weeks. I’ve been growing like this for the last month. Before that I was gaining at a slower rate. Master has me on something new, something experimental. He says there's no limit to how big I’ll get now.” He had a solemn look about him. “He takes care of me, but this is what he wants. I never dreamed I’d end up like this.” “Why not try and get out of it?” I asked. “Get out of it? like No, I can’t, I’ll never escape master. I don’t want to.” Jonas replied “Well, what if you just get outside more instead? Being inside all day can’t be healthy.” I realized I was probably one of this man’s only current connections to the outside world. “I used to have a life.” Jonas continued “ I used to have hobbies, you now. Now that's all gone. All I do is eat and lift and sleep. I don’t have time for anything else. And I don’t want people I know seeing me like this.” He sounded as if he was completely ashamed of his new size. “Jonas, they’re going to have to see you at some point. You can’t hide from your friends and family forever. Are you scared of what they’ll say?” I asked. “I know what they’ll say. They’ll freak out. They’ll say they don’t recognize me. And I’m sure it’s true. Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself. I’m too big and they’ll remind me. I don’t want to see anyone who knew me smaller than this” He voice dropped and grew more somber “I had to switch gyms several months ago because I felt uncomfortable getting so big around the regulars who knew me. Last month I saw an ex of mine on the way to my new gym. I tried to ignore him, but I know he saw me. I saw the look on his face.” “So it really bothers you to have people see you like this, and makes you self conscious?” I asked, perplexed by the cognitive dissonance that must have been going through his mind. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Like I told you, at first it was great, but after I started getting big it became too much and I wanted it to stop.” “But you’ve continued the injections, and this insane eating habit.” I said, gesturing at the foot he was still stuffing into his mouth. Jonas frowned. He was troubled. “How many times do I have to tell you? This is not my choice.” Jonas said in an exasperated tone. “I have no power over this” He again paused for a second and looked down at his feet.“Maybe someday you’ll get it... “ There was silence for a moment. before he lifted his head. “I want to show you something.” The massive overfed weightlifter sauntered over to his laptop and brought it to me. Suddenly he was avoiding eye contact with me when he spoke. “These are the progress pics master takes. I thought you’d like to see them.” Jonas said He set the laptop on the table in front of me. Sure enough there was an entire photo album of progress pictures. The first one I saw showed a side by side comparison in four panels of his growth. The first picture showed a muscular looking Jonas who looked far smaller than his current state. “220 lbs” it read. The next pic showed him at 250 lbs and he had definitely filled out into the size of a heavyweight bodybuilder. His arms, shoulders, pecs had all noticeably grown in the photos.The third panel photo showed him at 280 lbs, looking massive, bulked up way into offseason size, with his rounded thick midsection, bloated heavy muscles and incredibly thick pecs. The fourth picture showed him in about his current state, labeled 315 lbs. His overgrown physique was practically too large for the photo. “This is 7 months difference” Jonas said. “ The third pic was just last month. I’m gaining faster than ever. Master has started a new routine of injections. They’re making be blimp up. I’m getting way too huge. I can’t even move around right anymore. I’m getting too chunky too.” He said in a sad voice, patting his furry muscle belly for effect. “But I can’t stop. “ I was blown away by the gallery of photos. There were more of them, taken from the side, taken from behind, all with the same lighting and the same background. These were all meticulously photographed and put together. And it was insane to look at. You could see every how the mass had just piled onto his from in the last months. I couldn't help but get a little turned on looking at this transformation on the screen. He had gone from looking like a gym bro to an overroided monster in a record breaking time. “How often does he take these?” I asked “Master takes them twice a week. You can see them all there.” There was a little video composite of 58 photos. I watched the video and my boner sprang to life. I can’t ever recall being turned on by something like that before, but it definitely pushed some button. Just seeing his arms and chest and shoulders swell and grow with each photo…. I was I watching Jonas morph on screen from 220 to his present size. “He took the most recent photos last night.” Jonas said. I lost track of time while I was looking at his photos. I kept replaying the video. Jonas just kept eating away in the kitchen while I preoccupied myself with this gallery of photos. I don’t know how long it had been but when I looked up, but I noticed it was almost getting dark. Jonas was nowhere to be seen. When I finally called out his name I heard the floorboards creak in the back of his apartment, and then heavy footfalls. He came walking out, as wide as the hallway. “Oh you’re awake” He seemed suddenly embarrassed by his own words. I lifted my groggy head to look up at his massive silhouette. Had I actually dozed off? Either way, It was about time for me to get going. I picked up my things and thanked Jonas again for inviting me over. I still wasn’t sure what he or I got out of our second encounter. Again, I didn’t have anything to work with, nothing to make a story out of, but Jonas seemed determined to have me listen to his story. Maybe the big guy was just lonely, since he had cut everyone else out of his life. I guess I was more than happy to indulge him. I headed out a second time and went to my gym. I guess Jonas inspired me, I hit those weights hard. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to meet Jonas’ master. That was an important component of the story that was missing. He was a shadowy figure- some older muscular man, that’s all I had. Nothing else remarkable happened that evening. I carried the prepped meals that were waiting for me in the hall into my apartment and put them in my fridge. I pulled my brand new half sized fridge inside, it was still in the box it came in. Eric came over a little later and helped me install my new half-sized fridge. I was lucky to have a strong guy like him who could help me out. I didn’t bother bringing up Jonas, but he did tell me about his new routine, and a new cycle I should try. I found myself munching on my prepped meals all night long. And while Eric and I didn’t know many of the same people, we still chit-chatted and gossiped like old friends well into the night.

Marine Hulk Corporal Johnson opened his eyes. He lay stunned at the bottom of a steep slope trying to clear his head. He heard a groan next to him and looked over to see Skinner. Struggling back into consciousness. Ok. Think. We are in....Afghanistan...ok. so far so good. Moving to secure location....got it. Skinner sat up suddenly. "Mom?" He was breathing hard and panic was setting in. Johnson moved over next to him to quiet him. "Shhhh. You're ok Skin. We just...slipped...I think." "What?!" "Keep your voice down, Skin. It's me Johnson." "Oh." His breathing gradually slowed. "We fell down that slope and I think we are lucky to be alive." "What...what do we do now, Johnson?" "We need to find cover and wait. The rest of the platoon will know we fell and be looking for us in this God forsaken forest. Where's my pack?" He looked around then spied the two packs that had broken free from the straps and slid down the hill with them. Skinner picked his up and glared at it as if it was the cause of all the problems. "Damn thing is bent and twisted. Have to carry it instead of backpack it." "Hey, Skin. It's gonna be ok. We will survive this." They started into the woods and began looking for a good place to make a shelter when a shot rang out and the bark on the tree in front of them blasted apart. Johnson dove one way, Skinner the other. Johnson lost site of his partner and prayed he would stay low, when he heard him yell. "Oh Shit! Oh Shit!" Johnson wriggled on the ground in the way he had seen Skinner fall. He froze, Three Taliban had emerged from the trees and were standing around Skinner who was curled up in the fetal position on the ground. He had started crying and it smelled like he had pissed his pants. The Taliban pulled a large device like rocket launcher and pointed it at Skinner, laughing crazily and shouting in Farsi. Johnson tried to slip his pistol out of his cammies as quietly as possible. The launcher was making a noise like an old TV trying to turn on. The laughing got louder. Skinner was sobbing, "Please..please...please..." Johnson fired. The two holding the launcher lurched as the device made a sudden hissing sound. The first fell clutching his arm. "Damn, wasn't fatal." Johnson murmured. The second was trying to repoint the launcher at whoever was shooting. Johnson started just rapid firing. The first one screamed and ran into the forest. The third one was hit in the head and fell instantly dead. The second one, laughed when he saw Johnson and pointed the launcher at him. Apparently it was already warmed up and a loud pulsing filled the air. Johnson covered his face. Then realized that he was still in one piece. So he aimed again at the last Taliban who seemed alarmed that his device didn't work. He watched the man's right eye disappear in a bloody mist as the man fell screaming to the ground. Johnson ran to him and fired three more times to silence him. He went to Skinner and helped him to his feet. "Skin...stand up...you're ok." Skinner looked up at him with his face muddy and wet from crying. "I..I wet my pants" "Yeah. I smell it. So what? You gotta go when you gotta go. Let's get outta here before that third guy comes back for help." "I thought they were gonna kill me with that rocket launcher." Johnson grinned, "Yeah so did I. But it looks like it didn't work very well. Our luck is still holding out." Skinner stood up when Johnson suddenly grunted like he was in pain. "Hey...hey man. You ok?" "Yeah. Just a weird spasm. Maybe that shit was radioactive or something and I got radiation poisoning." Skinner tried to grin through his nervousness, "Or maybe you will be like the hulk or something..." "Boy, you read too many comics. That shit ain't real. Now let's get moving." Skinner muttered, "I wouldn't mind being like the hulk...just sayin'" Johnson shook his head, "C'mon" He threw his arm over Skinner's shoulder and they walked into the woods a bit further. Soon Johnson stopped them. "It's getting dark. We will have a hard time finding our way without the night vision goggles." He made a grunting sound again. Skinner giggled a bit, "You made that sound again." "Yeah...just feel kind of funny. Maybe we should stop for a bit." Skinner said nothing and just watched. Johnson was a pretty big guy already. Defensive end in high school. But loyal and faithful to a fault. Johnson sighed, "Oh that feels much better." Skinner sat and drew in the dirt for a bit. Before either of them realized it they had fallen asleep. Skinner heard the noise first. He opened his eyes. It was nearly pitch black. Then he heard the sound again. Like an animal rustling in the leaves. He reached out to touch Johnson and quietly wake him. A hand grabbed his arm. Skinner stifled a scream, and he was jerked roughly to his feet. There was a shout and a scuffle. Then a torch appeared and Johnson was jerked to his feet. 15 men stood around them, some actually very young boys. Almost all had Ak-47s or other rifles. Both of their hands were jerked behind their backs and tied. The men were grinning and pointing at the two white people in cammies. Johnson glared at them. One of the older men stepped forward. "You are here to rape our country. We will rape you." Skinner blanched and paled. Johnson spat on the man, "You can try old man, but ..." One of the other men hit him in the head with a rifle butt. Johnson grimaced and grunted in pain. "We will do your friend first so that you can watch..." Skinner screamed. Two of the boys tore his shirt apart. Johnson yelled, "Leave him alone!" Skinner tried to fight against them as they forced him face first onto the ground. Johnson yelled again, "I said....STOP!" His voice seemed to drop in pitch and he grunted again, this time sounding like an animal ready to attack. Everyone stopped at the sudden change and turned to look at Johnson. Skinner was able to turn his head in time to see his friend's eyes turn completely white. He smiled, "I knew it...." Johnson moved his mouth like he was trying to speak again "I....said......rwallllar!" With each word his voice deepened and disappeared into a growl. The men moved back a few steps and watched as it looked like the camouflage was shrinking. There was a noise like fibers giving way. Then everyone realized the clothes weren't shrinking, Johnson was growing. Thickening, bulges appearing everywhere. Johnson's eyes rolled back and he shuddered like was having an intense orgasm. A loud pop and suddenly both of Johnson's hands were free and he brought them in front with the frayed rope dangling from rapidly swelling wrists and forearms. Skinner was able to wriggle a little away and sit up to witness his friend's awesome metamorphosis. His grin getting wider by the second. That's when he saw two of the men run at Johnson from behind with the butts of their rifles raised. "Behind you!" he yelled. Johnson spun around as the back of his shirt split apart with a loud tearing sound and thick lats spread like wings out pushing his arms away. The two men rammed the butts of their guns into the creature in front of them and the wood splintered. He picked one man up in each hand as he grew taller and taller lifting them off of the ground, They saw his brow thicken and the jaw harden like a neanderthal. And they had an up close view as the front of his shirt burst open to allow thick pectorals to spill out ward as his chest swelled further and further. He cracked the two heads together then flung them about 100 yards where they fell in a heap. Arms ripping apart the sleeves in the process. Skinner was awestruck. This was better than he could have imagined. And then realized he had a boner unlike anything he had experienced before. Green streaks appeared in Johnson's hair then spread from his head across his body as his shoulders separated the sleeves from the shirt and his legs exploded from their confines. The older man yelled, "You are a demon! Leave this place!" Johnson turned to face him as the last portion of the change over took him and the rest of his clothes fell to the ground leaving a 7 foot 900 pound green creature standing in his place. Muscle bulging and his dick was....Skinner gasped. He had seen Johnson naked before but his dick was nothing like the green serpent standing at attention in front of him now. The man screamed and turned to run. All of the others had scattered already. In two steps Johnson had the man and pulled him in close. The man looked at the gigantic 2 foot penis in front of him. Skinner laughed, "You probably shouldn't have tried to rape me..." The man screamed. The creature grinned. Precum oozed out of the green dick onto the old man's beard and face. Then the creature shoved him into the nearest tree. The man fell to the ground unconscious. The creature started to walk over to him. Skinner called, "no...let him be. He will have to deal with his humiliation in town." The creature paused and came over to Skinner. "Can you...uh help?" He turned and showed his wrists still tied behind his back. The creature grabbed the rope and twisted it breaking it apart. "Ahhhh....that nearly tore my wrists off too, but thanks...I guess." He sat down and patted the ground next to him. The creature moved and stared at him. Then sat down next to him. Skinner put his arm over the thick broad shoulders, "You comforted me a while back." The creature appeared to be drowsy, but put a thick arm over Skinner's shoulders. "Ooof. You're heavy. Good thing I'm sitting." But the arm felt lighter even as he finished speaking.. He sat next to his friend and watched as the green color began to fade and the muscle began to recede. It was almost as impressive as watching the first transformation. Johnson suddenly spoke in a deep voice. "Dude...I ..." He was still huge but his face was almost normal. "I....you....were right." Skinner just smiled. He continued to shrink down. Johnson gasped as he felt a final rush through his system......300-275-250-210...... Soon Skinner was looking at his 5'10 normal friend as his eyes changed back to their deep blue color. Johnson smiled at him. "That felt fucking awesome" Skinner looked embarrassed. Johnson laughed, "You got a boner. I can't judge. Look at this thing...." Skinner relaxed. "Thanks man. My best friend is a Marine Hulk...this is the coolest thing to ever happen to me." They fell asleep in each other's arms and were not bothered the rest of the night as the story of a demon from Hell in the woods spread through the country side.

My apologies in advance for the much-delayed installment. Life's a bitch sometimes and get's in the way. As always, though, I'd rather give you guys something quality, rather than some shit installment I've churned out in fifteen minutes. I hope you'll forgive me...and enjoy! * * * Goddamn, I swear this appetite knows no end. Sitting at a red light at the corner of Sycamore and Partridge, I had one hand planted on the steering wheel while the other gently massaged my abs, trying to soothe away the series of increasingly loud growls issuing from my stomach. Hunger aside, I couldn’t help but appreciate the stony hardness of my torso. The tight, brick of muscle that was each individual abdominal muscle ratcheted up my gratefulness for them even more. My stomach growled insistently again. I have an honest-to-god six-pack for the first time in my life and I can’t even fucking enjoy it because of this appetite. Oh well…can’t starve growing muscles! It was clear that, given the distance I was from my house and the heavy flow of traffic, I was not going to make it back home without suffering some serious hunger pangs. I glanced in the passenger seat and the empty Tupperware containers lying there. The backup meals that I had recently taken to toting along with me wherever I went had already been shoveled down that morning. Strumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I impatiently glanced around at the vehicles on either side of me. To my left, a middle-aged woman gabbed on her cellphone. To my right, a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties was busily texting away. He’s in shape, but I’m bigger. His arms are probably, what, fifteen inches max? Fuck that. Never again. I glanced around the rest of the street and the nearby restaurants. Olive Garden, eh? The memory of their famous warm and buttery breadsticks suddenly flooded my mouth. Don’t even think about it. My fingers curled more tightly around the steering wheel. Fuck it. Today can just be my cheat day. I swung into the turning lane to my left at the next available opening and shot into the parking lot. The moment I stepped out of my car, the incredible array of aromas floating outward from the restaurant met my nostrils. Oh yeah. Definitely a good decision. Inside, the waitress greeted me with over-eager smile as she approached my table. “Two orders of the chicken and shrimp carbonara,” I informed her. “And can you just leave the pitcher of water?.” “Are we expecting another guest?” she asked. “No, just me,” I said, smiling. “I’m exceptionally hungry. Oh, and breadsticks. And salad.” Looking surprised, she scribbled down my order and disappeared, returning a moment later with a large bowl of salad and basket of breadsticks. I quickly pulled the entire serving dish toward me and began eating out of directly. “This’ll do just fine,” I said. “Thanks.” The moment she was out of sight, I began double fisting breadsticks between dripping mouthfuls of salad and washing it all down with glass after glass of water. When all but one breadstick remained, I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my valley of abs again. My stomach bulged slightly, but my abs were still remarkably compact and firm. It’s gonna take a little more than salad and breadsticks to do these babies in, I thought proudly. Appetite momentarily held at bay, my mind drifted back to my therapy session with Brian, absentmindedly scratching my arms. He had asked me to think about our session, about his advice to me afterward. I’ll think about it. Think about how ridiculously off-base it was. He’s delusional if he thinks I’m still mad at Charlie about…about that night. What’s he know about it? I recalled Brian’s clear, piercing eyes and shook my head to rid my mind of them. I mean, yeah, okay. Obviously I’m still a little sore about the whole thing, who wouldn’t be? But it’s not like a resent Charlie for it. And what was all that bullshit about growing stronger physically to grow stronger emotionally? Just goes to show he’s wrong. I lift because I love how it feels. The pump. The growth. The muscle. He wouldn’t understand. He’s too skinny. The waitress suddenly returned. “Two orders of chicken and shrimp carbonara.” Ignoring her disapproving gaze, I picked up my fork and went to town on the two heaping portions of seasoned chicken, shrimp, and bacon, and beds of creamy pasta. Oh hell yes this is hitting the spot, I thought as it dropped into my gullet. Just needed to replenish some dirty carbs. I ate like a madman, barely stopping between mouthfuls to drink, and wiping my mouth on the back of my hand despite the fact that there was a napkin in my lap. With every bite, I could feel my energy reigniting and kick-starting again. Vigor flooded my veins and when I glanced down at my forearms I saw that my veins were, in fact, swollen. Fuck that’s hot. They’ve never stood out like that before. One plateful of carbonara obliterated, I started in on the second. I was not even halfway through it when an awkward tightness began spreading across my back, shoulders, and chest. I leaned back in my seat and stretched, trying to alleviate the constriction my shirt suddenly seemed to induce against my muscles. I scratched at my pecs. I should go shopping soon. Growing too big for my shirts. My jeans, too, were suffering a similar fate though. My quads felt like they were ballooning even as I sat there, straining the denim. A similar, even more uncomfortable straining bulged across my crotch. I surreptitiously adjusted my balls when my fellow diners weren’t looking and paused. Are they…even bigger? I stared down at my half-finished, second plate of pasta, chicken, and shrimp. It was almost as if I were feeding my muscles, cock, and balls directly. But that’s just…ludicrous. Right? I slowly raised another mouthful to my lips. One way to find out. I shoveled in the forkfuls of dripping, creamy pasta and hurriedly followed it with a second, third, and fourth. I hardly chewed, swallowing the delicious mouthfuls practically whole. And with every bite the inexplicable compression of my shirt and pants grew more severe, so much so that as I finished off the last of my meal, I was squirming uncomfortably in my seat, needing to stand up to alleviate the pressure building in my underwear. The itch in my arms and chest had expanded to my abs. “Check,” I said, waving over the waitress. She looked down at me perplexedly as she approached and hesitantly handed over the bill. “What?” I said. “You just…you look…are you okay, sir?” she asked. “Fine,” I said. Thoroughly confused, she hurriedly walked away to serve another table. I quickly slapped two twenties onto the table and hurried into the restroom. Every step constrained my thighs, calves, and crotch so that I had to walk somewhat bowlegged. I must have looked ridiculous and/or in great need of a toilet as I barreled through the bathroom door, scratching my thighs. I glanced under the stalls, found them blessedly empty, and locked the door behind me. I waddled to the sink and glanced in the mirror. Oh fuck yeah. The memory of my reflection in the bathroom mirror of Brian’s office building still fresh in my mind, it was abundantly clear that I was bigger than I had been only thirty minutes before. Bulked. Swollen. Pumped, baby. Freaking pumped. I looked and felt a good fifteen to twenty pounds heavier. My shoulders were wider and rounder than before, my pecs plump and filling my shirt in a way that had not all day. Suddenly, the bothersome itch turned up a notch, racing across my body like an army of needle-legged ants. “Oh, fuck!” I yelped. I scratched madly all over…or where I could reach at least. My arms, my shoulders, my abs and chest: all were wonderfully pumped up, but so much so that made it damn near impossible to access my back. Shirt off! Shirt off! A panicked sweat was rapidly forming on my forehead and, as I saw when I raised my arms over my head, under my armpits. My light gray t-shirt was darkly stained with wet pockmarks of sweat spreading out at the edges of my lats, too. I desperately peeled my hastily soaking shirt from my body, relishing the cool air against my burning skin. The air alleviated the itch some, making it tolerable. Still scratching, I turned to the mirror. Fuck. Here we go again. Unlike the previously alarming “manic episodes” I had endured, my skin was not a dispiriting shade of red, but instead it's usual pale shade. Or rather, it was the increasingly caramel shade of tan that it had begun to darken to over the past two weeks. The point being, it was not flaming to the touch as it had during my previous incidences of…of what? What exactly is happening? I stepped nearer to the mirror, trying to discern what, if any changes, my body was currently undergoing. And still all the while that itch. I continued scratching where I could manage to reach and could not help but notice how large my arms looked as I raised them over my head and stretched them around my torso. The strange pump that had overcome me only made them look all the larger. Look how damn big my biceps are. How thick my triceps have become. Fucking horseshoe triceps right there. I must be pushing 18” with these babies. I raised a tight-knuckled fist, cocking my arm parallel to my body, and examined my forearm. No longer was it the slender cylinder of mere skin and bone it had been my entire life. Now it had appreciable size and heft. Like a miniature ham hock, it bulged outward heftily near my elbow, and though it tapered to my wrist, it was appreciably sizable. I rotated my fist at the wrist, watching as the muscle flexed and grew. So much bigger and…hairier? I withdrew my gaze from the mirror and examined my newly thickened forearm up close. Yes, indeed it was hairier. The faint, few hairs that had covered my forearms before had darkened and multiplied into an appreciable covering of man-fur. Even as I looked at it, another wave of itching spread outward from my elbows down to my fingertips. Am I…is it…growing? Surely it was a trick of the light or some unseen breath of air stirring those dark, tiny hairs. Static electricity, I lied to myself. That’s it. Has to be…right? An unnerving chill settled into my stomach. The sort that blossoms in the pit of your bowels in the dead of night when you feel eyes on you in the darkness. This isn’t normal, I thought, a sudden clarity breaking through the euphoria of this newest episode of growth. This kind of stuff doesn’t just happen. People don’t just…just grow this quickly. Not before their own eyes. Was I sick? Maybe I wasn’t pumped at all. Maybe I was infected. Or having an allergic reaction. That was it. Yes, that was it. The itching. The sweating. The swelling. I was having an allergic reaction to something in the food. Bad shrimp perhaps? Charlie. His name surfaced in my panicking mind like a beacon of light in the darkness. I suddenly wanted to be near him, to be with him, to feel the calming, warm security he seemed to radiate. I knew his large, strong hands on my shoulders would instantly drain away this panic; that his deep, rumbling voice would soothe the shaking in my fingers. I whipped out my phone and texted him: You at home? I struggled to pull on my sweat-dampened shirt while I waited for his reply. A moment later, my phone dinged. Soon, his reply said. Finishing up at the gym. Chest day, baby! I unlocked the door and slipped furtively as I could out of the restaurant. I could feel the hostess’s eyes on me as I slipped outside. Guy locks himself in the bathroom and comes out all hot and bothered. The possibilities aren’t exactly endless, I thought. She could never know the truth though. Hell, I’m not even sure of “the truth”, for that matter. I jumped in my car and sped out of the parking lot, heading for home. At the first red light, my phone dinged again. Charlie, I thought warmly. Instead, I saw a notification for a new voicemail message. I pressed play and raised my phone to my ear: “Andrew, it's Brian. You seemed quite flustered when you left today’s session and I just wanted to make certain that you are feeling all right. I know these things can be difficult to face. Please give me a call or shoot me an email to let me know you’re feeling okay.” I rolled my eyes. I wasn't peeved with Brian anymore, if only because I didn't have the capacity to feel both exasperation and growing concern simultaneously. Besides, the fact that my mind went instantly to Charlie for reassurance when I felt such panic only proved I didn't still resent him for what had happened all those years ago…didn't it? I tossed my phone back into the passenger seat and continued home. All the while, my crotch grew more and more uncomfortably overstuffed. Thank god for tinted windows, I thought as I reached down to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I thrust my hand deep into my jeans and hauled out my fattening junk, my heavy balls weightily rolling about as I withdrew them. Look at all that man meat, I thought proudly. And I’m not even hard yet. Definitely growing. Looks like its time for emergency measuring session. As I rounded the corner onto my street ten minutes later, I noticed that Charlie’s car was not yet in the driveway. I parked, half-stuffed my thickening cock and balls back into my jeans and hurried inside, surreptitiously holding my lunchbox and bag in front of my crotch as I walked to the door to spare the neighbors. Inside, I abandoned my bags on the sofa and stumbled into my bedroom. Gotta get these clothes off! I pulled off my shoes, tossing them across the room, and peeled off my sweaty shirt once more; my jeans and underwear joined it on the floor. “Aaah,” I sighed once I stood in my full, naked glory, unburdened by my shrinking attire. I planted my hands on my hips and gazed down at my muscled body proudly. My increasingly hairy pecs were thicker than ever, bulging out enough now that I had to lean slightly forward to see my cobblestone abs beneath them and the treasure trail of dark hair that connected my upper body to my lower body. Further down, my tapering waist drew my attention to my lengthening cock, hefty balls and the robust, muscled legs they hung between. Heck yes. I strode over to my desk, my fat dick slapping to and fro between my quads, and withdrew the measuring tape I kept in the top drawer. I turned on my laptop, clicked open the “Progress Report” file saved in My Documents, and glanced over my recordings: 9/27/14 | Soft = 5.75” x 4.5” | Erect = 8.2” x 5.8” 10/5/14 | Soft = 6.0” x 4.75" | Erect = 8.25” x 6.0” 10/12/14 | Soft = 6.0” x 5.0” | Erect = 8.5” x 6.2” 10/16/14 | Soft = 6.45” x 5.25” | Erect = 8.75” x 6.4” 10/27/14 | Soft = 7.0” x 5.9” | Erect = 9.2” x 6.8” 11/6/14 | Soft = 7.35” x 6.3" | Erect = 9.7” x 7.4” To say my cock had been making impressive gains over the past two months was an obvious understatement. It seemed that with every ounce of muscle I packed on, my cock swelled up just a tad bit more, as if refusing to be outdone. I’m becoming a one-man testosterone factory, I thought smugly. I just keep packing on all this muscle, all this hair, all this cock. Feels so good. Feels so right. This is what a man’s supposed to be: muscular, hung, and proud. There was no sense in measuring my semi-hard cock now though; the flaccid measurement would have to wait until later. I gripped my turgid, throbbing dick, marveling at its ever-increasing heft, and began stroking. Instantly, a bead of precum formed on my cockhead; it was quickly joined by another, then another, and another. Soon, a steady stream of the clear, glistening lube was dribbling down between my fingers and my lengthening cock, sufficiently slicking it over. When I felt my cock thoroughly stretching to its limits, I begrudgingly stopped stroking and released the fat fuck-stick. It remained proudly upright, hot and steely against my abs, the reddening mushroom head a good two inches above my belly button. I pressed one thumb against the base, fighting to push it horizontal, and unfurled the measuring tape along it. My eyes grew wide and my stomach fluttered in its usual, surprised flurry of excitement at the number. I hurriedly released my incessantly enlarging cock, letting it slap firmly upright against my abs again, and wrapped the tape around my steel-hard pillar of man meat for the second measurement. I hastily typed them into the log: Erect = 10.25” x 7.6”. I had done it—I had broken ten inches! I had finally, unbelievably, miraculously joined the ranks of that small percentile of men in the world who could honestly claim they were packing double digits in their shorts. This is fantastic! I was hung before, but now I’m a downright horse. And my balls! I cupped them in one palm, finding that I was only just able to do so. They felt so plump, so intoxicatingly heavy with cum, that I gave them a firm, gently squeeze. Time to celebrate! Although precum was oozing freely from my cockhead all over my ten-inch prick and coating my abs, I reached into my nightstand and squirted a bit of Astroglide into my palm for good measure. I started to move toward my bed to lie down comfortably, but stopped, catching a glimpse of myself in the full-body mirror attached to the inside of my open closet door. I edged open the door with my foot and stood back to get a full picture of my increasingly muscular, increasingly hung bod. Fucking A. There was no denying it: I had become a full-blown muscled stud, complete with a dick to make a donkey jealous. I inhaled deeply, inflating my pecs, and flexed. Deep striations flushed across them. I relaxed and gave them a little bounce, watching as the plump flesh jiggled about. I busted out a double biceps pose next and smirked darkly when I saw the brawny peaks form. Better get these guns measured properly, too. They’re looking bigger than ever. A single prominent vein now ran the length of each of my forearms, even when I wasn’t pumped, incessantly coursing with testosterone. I gritted my teeth, dropped my arms, and busted out a front lat spread. Beneath my thickening, muscled arms, wings of muscle flared out in either direction, instantly giving me a V-taper to die for. Yes, yes, yes! Look how big I look. I never thought I’d get this muscular…but fuck, if I can pack on this much mass, I can pack on more. I need to. My hugely erect dick throbbed angrily again, drawing my attention back to it. I stopped flexing, gripped it at its fat, thick root and started stroking. Between the hot precum and warm lube, my hand glided silkily up and down my dense pillar of cock flesh. “Uuunhh.” I increased my speed, eagerly jacking, my fingers teasing the flare of my broad cockhead on each upstroke and tickling the huge, sensitive corona on each down-stroke. I bit my lip and gripped my dick harder, my fingertips barely touching each other. “Such a fat cock,” I groaned. I debated briefly whether or not I should edge and really build up a massive load or just go ahead and shoot wildly all over my bedroom. But then I remembered that Charlie would be home any second and that this celebratory orgasm promised to be a loud one. I redoubled my efforts, kicking my stroking up a notch, and watched as my huge dick grew a deeper and deeper shade of red, as purple veins began to plump up all over it. “Oh shit…oh shit…” I panted. I glanced in the mirror again. Hell yeah. Look at all that muscle. All that size. So damn big. With one hand still busily tending to my rock-hard cock, I raised my free hand over my head and brought it down behind my head, tensing and flexing my deeply cut obliques. A deep growl escaped my lips as I tensed and flexed again, really bending to crunch and flex my side abdominals. A thought suddenly occurred to me. Still flexing, I glanced down at my cock. Its new, incredible length made it just about halfway up my abs. I wonder… I released my pose and double-fisted my dick, bending over at my waist, and extended my tongue, gingerly brushing it against my cock head. The combination of my hot, slippery tongue massaging my hypersensitive, rubbery cockhead proved too much and a single thought—Oh, wow!—blitzed through my mind before the floodgates were unlatched. Cum barreled up my ten inches of fiery, rock-hard dick at record speed, the lips of my huge cock head spread wide, and the first rope of steaming seed splashed against my face. I quickly stood tall again to avoid a second icing as a second rope shot toward the ceiling and came splattering back down on my shoulders and pecs. “Oh, yeah!” I cried. “Uuuuunnnh!” I kept jerking madly, demanding that my cock produce rope after thick, heavy rope of cum. My balls did not disappoint. More than a dozen shots of my steaming jizz rocketed into the air, never diminishing in size, each splashing down wetly all over me: my chest, my arms, my face, my hair. “Oohh….” When my bucking bronco of a dick finally finished, I stumbled backward toward my bed, the edge of my mattress kicking my quaking knees out from beneath me, and collapsed backward onto it. Hot, oozing cum dribbled across my heaving chest as I panted, pooling in the hairy cleft between my pecs, trickling down into my armpits. I grinned dumbly and closed my eyes, not daring to touch my hypersensitive fuck pole in its post-orgasmic state, just letting it lay fat and pleased across my cum-covered abs. Oh, yeah, this is the life. I could just lay here like this forever… That was when I heard the front door open. “I’m home!” Charlie called. “Where you at?”

This is a bit different from my usual stories, but I had to write it. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is so desperately needed THE PERFECT STORM Story by Muscl4life Part I After long moments of hesitation, I decided it was time to put my gifts into full test, so I finally found the courage to enter the place. It was this hardcore gym built in an old factory building of the old industrial district, at the outskirts of the city. It was strategically located in the least attractive part of town, away from the bright modern ultra clean “Health and Fitness” centers, with lots of not so-brand-new heavy-duty equipment and tons of free weights. The owner was Larry Townsend and he named it “Dragon’s Lair”, but it could have been any other cliché name like “Muscle Pit” or “Larry’s gym”, because he pretty much knew his clients didn’t bother with fancy things, they just wanted a place where they could train hard and get great mentorship from a former world champion and sports legend. At 57 years old, former NPC champion, Mr. America and three times Mr. Universe, the amazing Larry Townsend was the best advertising for his business, because he still looked amazing at 250 pounds on his 5’10” frame, some would say he looked even better now than when he got his titles. Many of his protégés were taking over the bodybuilding scene like current NPC Champion Vince Stratford, or the latest winner of Arnold Classic Madrid Lazlo Prozinsky, not to mention two-time IFBB’s Mr. Australia Zander Vandross. In fact, The Lair was so famous and coveted that new potential clients had to wait at least 6 weeks in a line to get appointment with the famous trainer and hope he would take them under his still very muscular wings. At this point, I should have told you the reason I came to look for Larry. My name is Kirben but most of people just call me Kirby, although I really hate that nickname. I’m 5’6” tall, 145 pounds scrawny pale-skinned guy, 18 years old dressed in denim trousers and dress white shirt, with dark hair combed very neatly. No one would never picture a guy like me going to the Dragon’s Lair, but I was there in a mission. I needed to test my abilities. What exactly those abilities would be, one might wonder. Well, to put it simply, I can make guys grow. But, unfortunately, it is not that simple. There are a few “ground rules” that I’ve learned through the years. For starters, I can’t grow my own body, and I have tried, trust me. In other guys, however, my powers work well. I can actually make guys grow much bigger and more muscular, regardless their exercise routine or dietary habits, but, unfortunately, the outcomes of my supernatural interference over their bodies are not exactly consistent. Sometimes, the target grows in ways I did not foresee; I have attested that with my older brother Bryan. He has always been there for me when our parents split so right when I discovered my abilities, I rewarded him by making sure no one would ever bully him. We come from a very small-bodied lineage, none of our parents and grandparents stood above 5’7” tall, and Bryan used to be the smallest guy of his class until I started using my powers on him. I focused on his body and made his body grow during the night. I did make him get big and strong, but back then I was not aware of the several implications, so it turned out he just became very tall and big bodied. Now, at 22 years old, Bryan stands at 6’10” tall and weighs close to 300 pounds of rock solid thick pounds of brawn. He might actually be the biggest graduate at Stanford’s Law School. Sadly, Bryan has no other physical talent to compliment his phenomenal size, rather than a tremendous body strength that has hurt him more than it helped. He did try many sports like football, rugby and basketball, but he was far too slow and lacked of stamina. Therefore, despite having the perfect height to feature among the greatest NBA stars, he is just one “Big and Tall” man, and that truly frustrated me. I came to conclude that my powers alone would not function in the way I first imagined. Results also depended heavily on the target’s demeanor. I realized that Bryan was actually very scared of his sudden growth spurts. Our parents took him to several doctors, afraid of some kind of rare type of tumor pressing his pituitary gland. So, despite the initial happiness about his uncanny growth rate, until my family was sure his growth was “natural”, my poor big brother felt really miserable for his unusual height and augmented body, so he never accepted the growth. Of course, I only concluded that after comparing Bryan’s case with that of my second target: my best friend Theo. He was born in Laos and moved with his family to the US when he was still a baby and we became friends ever since elementary school. Unlike myself, Theo was very active, outdoorsy kid, who practiced wrestling, gymnastics and played soccer! Unfortunately, even that did not impede him from being victim of those bigger mean bullies, who loved to pick on my friend because he looked different. I knew I had to help Theo to stand up against those nasty dudes, but since I did not sleep in the same room with him every night, I needed to be more creative about the time to use my abilities. I soon discovered that Theo’s different competitions and physical activities were the perfect window for me to focus on his physique, feeding his body with my growing gift, without realizing that my external help actually made him excel in everything he tried! I stood there, casually cheering for my best friend while his body grew stronger and more powerful. Since I did not have the same amount of time to focus on Theo’s development, I soon learned how to pack the same kind of growth by focusing more intensely in shorter periods. Not to mention that the fact he was always playing, fighting or trying his best to overpower the challenges around him also contributed a lot to my goals. As it becomes obvious at this point, Theo was a rather successful experiment. Even at the tender age of 14 years old, Theo already stood at 5’6” tall, weighing close to 175 pounds of hard muscle, and unlike Bryan, he was visibly happy, and excited about his physical prowess. By that time, he decided he should focus on wrestling, and he was by far stronger and more capable than anyone he ever fought. I remember we used to talk about the way he always won his adversaries with ease, and how he considered me his “indispensable lucky charm”. Theo actually convinced the Coach to make me the official team’s mascot just to make sure I would never miss any championship he attended (although I hated using that stupid pirate costume). Theo became a true sports hero in our school, and a great role model for the other teammates, because not only he stood against who used to give him a bad time just because he was Asian, my best friend also defended anyone from being bullied. I was so happy that I finally was able to change a guy in such phenomenal way! By the time we were high school sophomores, Theo stood proudly at 5’11” and weighed 200 pounds of hard toned muscles with an invincible retrospect on his career. I focused so intensely on his development, but for some reason he was growing in a much slower pace. Theo actually told me very excited that he had a shot on Olympic team, but he needed to keep under 225 pounds. It was then I realized that I needed to let go off Theo’s growth, otherwise I would end up doing the same thing I did to Bryan. He eventually became an Olympian contender, and came back home with a gold medal, and I didn’t help him at all during the competitions. I discovered the target has to feel happy about his growth, but at that point, I did not know if target’s awareness could actually influence the outcome of my abilities. I accidentally found out the answer when I volunteered to work in a home for senior citizens, trying to spruce up my extracurricular activities to score higher at the fancy universities like my parents so eagerly wanted me to do. There I met Arthur Greenspan, a 72-year-old black man who had served many years as a police officer. Because of his bad eating habits and lack of exercise, Mr. Greenspan was seriously overweight and had developed type 2 diabetes associated to high blood pressure and suffered severe case of gout. Doctors also feared that he could lose his left foot, which was gravely infected. Despite all that, Mr. Greenspan was a very cheerful person, with whom I loved to talk during my afternoons in the home. He always had a good story to tell from his old crime-fighting days, but always asked me to sneak in candy bars for him. Deep down I realized that felt very lonely in that place, so I one day I told him that I could help him, but he needed to help me back. I spent that afternoon talking to Arthur, telling him all the story of Brian and Theo and how I managed to change their lives, and that I wanted to do the same to him, but he needed to trust me, and I knew it was very hard to believe at first. Mr. Greenspan heard it all very patiently, although he had a skeptical look on him. I did not care because all the time I was focusing on his body, trying to change the fat into muscle, trying to make his organism revert into a healthy state, which was rather different from my previous attempts, where I simply needed to wish my target to grow more muscular and stronger. However, to our uttering surprise, Arthur’s body reacted much faster than we both expected. Soon, he noticed his once flabby; fat body was tingling all over. His fat tissues were literally melting away, slowly changing into food for his muscular development. I still could not fully comprehend the impact of Arthur being aware of my abilities over the outcome, but I’d soon discover. I was prepared to spend several days working on Mr. Greenspan’s transformation, being careful to feed just enough not to hurt his old organism, but I forgot that in his prime days, Arthur was a man in formidable physical form. He stood at 6’2” tall and weighed 215 pounds by the time he joined police after being mariner for 7 years, so at the peak of his condition, Arthur was a prime specimen of muscular strong man, and for such reason his body responded promptly to my powers, in a way that I never witnessed before. We both stood there, watching the formerly obese man changing back into the physique he had in his glory days. On top of that, his injured foot healed immediately as the blood sugar levels lowered drastically because all the excessive sugar and fat instantly converted into muscular tissue, despite the fact Arthur was already a man of advanced age; his organism regained the same vigor and size of its prime glorious days. It was impressive that his peak condition could be so easily restored simply like that, without me having to build his size as I did with my previous targets. Arthur gasped while the clothes over his fast changing body became tight for all the different reasons. At some point, I realized that Arthur’s bodyweight was indeed much heavier than his glory days, so instead of just “slimming down”, I could use the energy stored in the fat tissues and sugar blood to foster new growth for his muscles! I focused harder to change his own spectacular form into something even bigger, even manlier, even harder! The retired police officer moaned, since that, along with his muscularity, I had also unadvisedly brought his libido back with a burning desire. His large manhood stood fully erect inside his pants, tenting up as his muscles augmented. I hear his deep moaning as his voice regained its regal, deep, manly authority. His powerful leg muscles increased and developed as I fed the transformation over his impressive physique. Arthur’s growing deltoids, expanding chest, ballooning biceps, widening shoulders, thickening neck and augmenting triceps continued to amaze me, because the reactions to my power have never been so intense. At that point, I also noticed that my considerably smaller dick was also completely hard, so I had added another component of that complex equation to the mix. My own state of sexual arouse contributed strongly not only to the result but also to its pace. I knew myself to be gay and attracted to muscular, manly men, but since my previous targets were my brother and Theo (who I cherished like a real brother), I actually had to restrain the sexual implications of the growth, which significantly reduced the outcome of my abilities. There I stood with a 6’2” tall massive Nubian King of Muscles, and Arthur weighed over 300 pounds of hard incredibly muscles, and a massive 11 inches cock, which I gladly discovered to respond to my powers as well. The glorious muscle grandpa just smiled as he stepped closer to me and hugged me in his powerful, manly, massive embrace. He looked at my face with such manly authority and determination. Arthur said that he never felt better in his life, and in order to emphasize his argument, the monstrous muscle man flexed his now 25” biceps, so hard and veined right in my face and ordered me to grope it, to kiss it, to make it bigger! Something inside me was so happy to oblige! I finally understood that my powers were to please a man who truly understood the amazing potential of those abilities. I kissed his flexed biceps, my tongue dancing around the hard fibers and licking the angled rugged stone of muscle, while my mind flooded his body with more growth, propelled by oy own lustful desires. Greenspan gasped, moaning deeper as his body augmented even further, while his clothes literally ripped from his body because his actual muscular size now surpassed his former obese forms, easily destroying the fabric and continuing to expand outwards as my feverish lustful mind commanded. He continued to flex his growing biceps and held my body with just one massive calloused hand underneath my arse. I felt the huge finger of my massive muscle master easily ripping through the fabric of my own pants and underwear, the invading body easily went up my virgin hole and I clinched in reflexive response. We both felt the sudden increase of the growth and Arthur just smiled and told me he would be honored to be my first. I blushed, he inserted his second and third fingers and kissed my lips, in such vivid, manly, passionate way that I lost any sense of direction. The kiss lasted until I had no air left in my lungs, gasping desperately to breathe. Arthur laughed at that, his growing body also made him look so regal, so magnificently masterful, so obscenely humongous! He gently caressed my face and threw his head back, amazed to the extent of his transformation. He thanked me once again, kissing my eager, unexperienced lips and firmly guiding me through the action. He stopped me to show when I should be sucking and when to let him suck, to savor our lips together and just let passion flow through us. His body augmented even more as my virginity blossomed to him, I could sense his enormous figure increased as I got closer to be fucked by the first time. The glorious black muscle daddy brought me to his bed, which, although fortunately reinforced to support his weight, creaked and squeaked as his new muscular figure laid on it. He just chuckled and removed the remainder of my clothes, ripping my shirt with his teeth, spitting them at the other side of the room. I thought I’d be nervous to be fucked by such a massive tower of man with an obelisk of black cock, which I realized to be over 14 inches of impressive size, but I was surprisingly calm and excited. Arthur was a massive gentleman, he gently spread my legs and used his own spit, mixed with the incredible amount of precum leaking from his member to lube my own boyish cherry hole. The moment Greenspan penetrated me for the first time I unleashed such an unparalleled wave of growth power into Arthur’s body that made him grow so much more muscular so fast that his entire left side grew too big for the right side. Fortunately, right at the next moment his body bulged back into this perfect monstrosity, and the glorious muscle monster just chuckled, complimenting me for not being a virgin anymore, which I replied by asking him to fuck me really hard. It was then I discovered that I can really grow a man when he is fucking my boyish anus, each time his engorged member went deeper inside my skinny body I made him grow ever so massive, ever so powerful, ever so muscular. Arthur just groaned, making me feel even better as he readjusted his bigger body, worried that his uncanny mass could accidentally crush my tiny skinny body underneath it. All of a sudden, I caused my first growthgasm as Arthur quickly nicknamed it. My eyes rolled back in their orbits and I let a primal scream of pleasure escape my throat as the monstrous cock dumped a hot torrent of jism inside my butt and right then I replied by unloading my own diminutive ejaculation over his black wall of abdominal muscles. But if my physical cum was nothing remarkable, the energetic breakthrough of my orgasm fed Arthur’s body into a frenzy of muscle growth. We were both shaking as his muscles developed even further, his body augmented and adjusted, growing even thicker and more massive, his shoulders expanded, his biceps engorged, his legs thickening, the calves flexing and growing while his chest pressed heavier over my head. The body convulsed with several different spots for uncanny muscle growth. Eventually, the bed broke down at the immense weight that Greenspan now carried into his monumental frame. I only came back to my senses a few moments later, with Arthur nursing me in his massive inside a room, which was not the same we fucked. He then told me that I had passed out after my orgasm, and he realized we could never explain the situation without running my secret, so he grabbed his stuff and burst through the wall carrying my slim figure with him. Arthur took us back to his house (that albeit listed to sell, fortunately never attracted a decent offer). It was the first time I saw him after the transformation, and he was proud to show me the facts, which got me so happy and shocked! The 6’2” 270 72-year-old formerly obese man was gone and in his place Arthur Greenspan now stood as a behemoth of 7’2” tall weighing 1,300 pounds of hulking, inhumanly HUGE massive size of muscles. His cock, which never got fully soft again, reached 14 inches long at that semi-flaccid state, and full 26” massive inches when fully hard. His flexed biceps reached 52” around and he had uncanny 120” chest, not to mention his 78” thighs with calves that reached the same size of his arms, which only made him look a perfect monster of muscle. The mixture of his senior features and the look of wisdom of his experienced days combined to the vigorous monstrosity of his new muscles made my heart melt. I hugged his monstrous body and begged him to fuck me again, sincerely hoping that I could make him even bigger! Sadly, I discovered that I would never grow Arthur the way I grew him. I mean, I still made him grow at least 250 pounds since we started, a few weeks earlier, but his massive transformation was limited to that fantastic day. Not that he complained, quite the contrary! Arthur made my life complete as he fucked me in ways I never thought possible, he taught me all his tricks and our sex is just incredible! However, my humongous muscle master is truly a wise one. He could tell I felt frustrated for never being able to grow my targets the way I really wanted to change them, so he told me that he would always be there to me, but I needed to search the world for a perfect storm. With Arthur’s motivation, I searched all archives about bodybuilding and strength sports in order to track down elder men with greatest physical qualities who still kept in great shape throughout the nation, I needed someone to combine everything I learned over the years in order to achieve full success. That’s why I came to find Larry Townsend. I want HIM to become my Ultimate Muscle Daddy, so I have to make sure that the subject is completely aware that I can make him grow, he must accept and embrace it, he must not only be okay with it. And most important, he needs to make me excited for making him grow. I truly hope Larry Townsend will fulfill all those requirements, because then I will have my Perfect Storm. To be continued.

My first story submission on here. Chapter 1: “I can’t stop growing” Jonas muttered between mouthfuls. My mouth was hanging open in disbelief ,I was giving the strangest interview of my life. The man in front of me was this overly-muscled, hairy, half-naked monster. The same guy who only a year or ago had been a top player of a New York City gay kickball league and maybe 180 lbs at best. Now he was enormous, closed off and holed up in his Brooklyn apartment. Jonas hadn’t shaved in weeks, his dark hair had grown long, flowing onto his rounded shoulders. And he sat there in only tight boxer briefs, his bloated, heavy muscles on full display. Normally I’d be turned on by a massively muscular guy, by this monumental hypermasculinity, but instead I was growing concerned. Here was a man who had ballooned up into a massive roided bear of a man in one year, seemingly in denial about it. From a respectable athletic guy into a freakishly beefy offseason mess in one year! “All I’ve seen you do since I got here is eat” I replied. “You’ve been eating non-stop since I got here almost an hour ago.” “I can’t stop. You don’t understand, it’s not a choice.” He replied in frustration. Jonas looked like he was eating some sort of thick gruel, but he assured me it was oatmeal and protein powder. He apologized for his shirtlessness, claiming he was too big for his clothes.. I was tempted to believe him. His once lean build was now so overblown, roided out to an almost grotesque degree that I was amaze he still fit in his apartment. Jonas’ hairy and ample muscle gut sat in his lap as he ate. Massive, fur covered pecs loomed over it, looking like heavy slabs of muscle. His tremendously muscular arms tensed and flexed with each movement. I imagined he had to weigh somewhere north 300 lbs by now. In my whole life I had scarcely seen a man as large. I was a part time writer covering gay sport events for the New Gotham Weekly, a local gay publication. Sports had always been a little passion of mine, and I figure this would be a fun and light side-job. Something to do in my spare time. I had actually met Jonas when he lead his kickball team marching in pride two years back, when he was a different man. He was popular, a 20-something handsome gay boy with jet black hair and a permanent Five O’Clock shadow. He could have stepped right out of some telenovela. And then I met him again when his team won the big kickball division match.I even made a little feature about it. And before all this, he was so classically good looking. When I heard that “hot Jonas” had dropped out of kickball to do bodybuilding it piqued my interest. I decided that I wanted to know what had happened to him. Sightings of him last year in town confirmed that the one-time 180 pound scenester had developed into a serious bodybuilder, and he continued to get bigger and bigger as the months went by. But it had been about 6 months since anyone had even seen him out or heard a word from him. He had cut off communication with his friends, his family. No one knew what was going on. Only the most minimal of communication had been returned. Someone told me he was “concentrating on his bodybuilding career”. That's when I came in. I found his email and I contacted him saying I wanted to interview him, thinking it might be interesting to do a story about a former leading kickball player who’d turned to bodybuilding, and write a bit about life as a bodybuilder, maybe he’d look hot with all the extra muscle, I thought- but I had no idea what I was getting into. Jonas was now this enormous shut-in. He had apparently quit his job, stopped talking to friends, stopped using facebook and only left his cramped one bedroom in Brooklyn to hit the gym. And here I showed up thinking this would be some sweet little puff piece about a particularly sexy ex-kickballer turned bodybuilder. Jonas looked me right at me with these soulful eyes when I asked him about his disappearance from the scene. “I couldn’t explain to people what was happening to me. I couldn’t explain why I had to go home, why I had to go to the gym. My friends were freaking out about the changes, but no one could stop it from happening. The nagging, the comments, it just made everything worse. I couldn’t be around those people anymore, it was too… stressful.” Jonas shifted his substantial weight and lifted his hulking body out of the chair. He lumbered towards the fridge to grab something else to eat. He pulled out a prepared meal of rice and chicken and began shoveling food again. “How long have you been living like this?” I asked. “It started a little over a year ago. It wasn’t serious at first, I thought. I just started eating all the time and my training went into overdrive. I really liked the muscle I put on the first few months. But then the injections started” “Injections?” I asked “Yes, injections. And that's when I really started blowing up. I felt like I was growing larger every day. I stopped liking it. I stopped wanting to get bigger. Right around the time I hit 220 I realized I was getting too big even for kickball. I tried to stop growing, I did everything I thought of, but I can’t stop. Nothing can make me stop” “If you don’t like it, why’d you continue with the injections?” “I told you already” he said, flustered, “I can’t stop” I scribbled some notes to look busy, buying time. “Are you going to try and compete?” I asked sheepishly. I saw a little hint of temper rise up in his eyes “You don’t understand. I don’t want this, I never wanted this” he said, gesturing down at his massive pecs. His rounded shoulders bulged and flexed with each movement of his arms. Jonas was still eating and I was more puzzled than ever. “If you don’t want to get bigger... why do you keep eating?” I asked again, halfheartedly expecting a different response. “Listen, This is not possible. I don’t control this, like I said. I’m eating but I can’t stop. it won’t stop.” That's when I started feeling a little alarmed. I was tempted to try something, but I was unsure how’d he react. “Well what if I…” I said, reaching over to grab the tupperware out of his hands. His huge, powerful build immediately shifted and pulled away, out of my reach. “No, even if you tried, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking it back.” No doubt, I thought. This man could crush me in a fight. I sat there trying to let his words weigh on me. What I had halfheartedly expected to be a small, potentially fun fluff piece about a former gay kickball captain was turning into something else entirely. His compulsion, this all-consuming obsession with eating and lifting, could it really be entirely outside of his own mental control? I paused for a moment and an unsettling silence hung in the air of that stale apartment. “Have you seen a psychologist?” I asked in a gentle tone. “It wouldn’t do any good” he quickly snapped back. “This is not a natural thing, this is a curse.” Jonas had finished scarfing down his meal and sat up quickly to grab more food. I couldn’t help but be surprised by how quickly a man of his size moved. “You’re going to outgrow that kitchen” I said to him half jokingly, hoping to lighten the tone. “I’m outgrowing everything.” He sounded deadly serious. “I have no clothes that fit me anymore. I can’t run anymore and everything feels smaller.I don’t know when this is going to stop.” “If you’re upset about getting bigger, why haven’t you seen a doctor about it? Or a phscolo…” “I told you already” he interrupted. It’s just not going to happen.” He sounded more defeated than angry. “Ok, just tell me how you got into this lifting then” I asked patiently. I never thought i’d actually sit for a serious interview for my part time job. “I’ve been lifting for years. But this. All this… “ Jonas said, gesturing at his huge build. “This started last year. I met a man, an older guy. We were out at a bar. A big guy, muscular, older. We were chatting in the bar. I admired his muscles and then he told me he’d love to see me bulk up. I thought it was a weird comment so I just started to ignore him. He was really persistent, telling me he wanted to see me get huge and all this weird stuff. I mean, I liked his arms, he must have noticed, but then he just latched on. I don’t know what happened, but not long after I noticed I was eating a lot. It was subtle at first, but I just found myself eating, and cooking and I started taking up lifting seriously. I don’t know what he did to me. I still can’t figure out how he did it to me, but he’s made me like this.” Jonas had a seriousness to his voice that startled me. Here in front of me was a gargantuan overfed, overgrown bodybuilder who I knew was lifting on his own and eating endlessly on his own, and yet, there was a total conviction in what he said. He didn’t own any responsibility for his current actions, something that made me worry for his own mental state. “So if you quit your job, how are you paying for this apartment and all this food?” Jonas paused a little before taking another swig of a protein shake. “I have a donor, he’s paying rent. I get food delivered.” “Who’s the donor. Is it the guy you met? the older gentleman?” “I…. I might be saying too much.” He muttered. Then Jonas leaning his bulky torso in close to mine. I felt the heat coming off his huge body. “Listen” he whispered “I don’t want anything else to happen. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this.” When I felt his powerful arm against my shoulder I got chills down my spine. This man was huge, and probably out of his mind. I took that as my queue to leave. The guy had gone insane with steroids. That was the only conclusion I could think of. I thanked Jonas for his time and I politely mentioned that I would never publish anything without his approval, fully knowing that I had nothing to run anyway. Headline: Young gay man gets addicted to steroids, loses his fucking mind. Nah, that wouldn’t work. I headed back home to finish a little feature about Roller Derby girls. I had to get back to my real job too. I tried to shrug off the encounter with Jonas and go about my work that week, but on Thursday, a full week later, I got an email from him. He wanted another interview. “I have to tell you what's happening because, I don’t know what's going to happen to me. Lets meet this weekend.” I wanted to ignore it. This Jonas kid was blown up so big that he go into a rage and really hurt me if he wanted. Part of me was too attracted to the idea that this might be a chance for some real journalism, or at least a juicy story. That following Saturday I found myself walking up the stairs of Jonas’ Brooklyn brownstone.

Davis knelt down beside a nearby car and used his reflection in the side mirror toadjust his tie and brush his wavy, brown hair away from his face. He wasnervous as hell, and it showed. His hands were trembling so bad he could barely even hold the mic. “Dude. Relax.” Davis’s buddy Trey said. He adjusted his satchel and shot his buddy a smirk that somehow managed to be both sarcastic and reassuring in the way only a best friend could accomplish. Davis’s buddy was fairly similar in height and build. Davis appeared to be a little thicker around the middle, but neither could be considered overweight. Trey’s most defining feature was his eyes. His grey eyes seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sun. Trey’s jet black hair and light skin seemed to accentuate his brilliant eyes. “How can I calm down? This could make or break my career!” David replied. His voice cracked from nerves. “What career. You don’t even have your degree yet.” Trey replied and rolled his eyes sarcastically. “If I nail this report, I can include the video with my resume and bingo bango, I’ve got the internship at the station.” Davis replied. “Sure. After they actually look at your resume, and after you sit down and not flub the interview.” Trey sassed back. “All the more reason to get this perfect!” Davis retorted. “Fine. Whatever, but you could have picked a less boring topic. I mean who wants to watch an expose on cleaning.” Trey scoffed. “For your big, fat information this is a very fast growing field.” Davis countered. Trey made a snorting sound as he stifled his own laughter upon hearing “fast growing.” “I think you just want to see the workers up close and personal.” Trey replied. He made a playful clicking sound and shot Davis a sly wink. Davis’s face turned bright red. “Ju-Just Shut up!” He stammered. “My interests are purely professional! Now get the camera ready. Our liaison is here!” Davis turned and darted over towards a large olive green van that had pulled into the parking lot nearby. The logo on the side of the van was questionable at best. The caricature of a man dressed in blue overalls looked borderline phallic. It was a wonder that the design ever got past the censors… but then again people have become much more lax about nudity lately. Trey once again rolled his eyes sarcastically but scooped up the camera and trotted after his excitable pal. The van pulled up beside the two college guys. The window slowly rolled down, and an incredibly large man peered out from inside the van. Davis’s jaw dropped. He had not expected someone nearly so huge… nearly so hot. The man at the wheel was probably in his mid twenties. His piercing blue eyes seemed to peer straight into Davis’s soul. His stubble accentuated his shapely jaw. His neatly trimmed, brown hair framed his handsome face perfectly. Davis could only stare at him in silent awe. The man waited a moment before awkwardly asking, “So uh… you are the guys here about the story, right…?” “Yeah. Ingmar here just can’t seem to find his voice.” Trey replied lazily. He then playfully elbowed Davis in the ribs and said to his buddy, “Dude. Say hello or something.” “Oh. He-hello…” Davis stammered. “Right. So you guys wanna see how we do business? There’s room in the truck if you want to ride along. I’ll take you some of the sites and show you our operation.” The large man explained. “That sounds wonderful.” Davis gushed as he rushed around the van. He got to the other side and reached for the handle on the passenger side door when the driver stopped him. “You’re going to have to ride in the back. There’s no room for another passenger up here.” He explained. “Oh… Ok…” Davis murmured in reply. He took his hand off of the passenger side door handle and trudged dejectedly over towards the back door. Trey was already there and had crawled into the back. Davis followed after him and began to take his seat, but he stopped and gawked before he could even get his seatbelt on. The driver wasn’t even kidding. There was simply no room in the front for another passenger. The huge man occupied the entire front bench. He broad, muscular shoulders were so wide that he had to curl his shoulders in a bit just to fit into the van. It was a miracle he had managed to maneuver enough to even peer out the side window. Davis couldn’t get over how huge he was. He looked like he was trying to ride in a little clown car instead of the full-sized, industrial panel van that he was currently driving. “Oh. I never got your names.” The huge man said. He didn’t even bother to turn around, but that didn’t bother Trey or Davis at all. It was obvious to both of them that it would have been a difficult task for their massive guide. “I’m Trey.” Trey replied instantly. There was an awkward pause as Davis just sat there and gawked at the enormous cleaner. He was so entranced that he hadn’t even comprehended the question. All he could do was soak up those fantastic, enormous muscles that bulged through the man’s button up shirt. “… aaaand this is Davis. You’ll have to excuse him. He’s not the most conversational person at times.” Trey eventually added. The large driver chuckled pleasantly and replied. “That’s alright. It’s hardly the first time someone has reacted that way around me. The name’s Mel by the way. So did you guys have any questions while we drive?” Trey took a moment to let Davis chime in, but when it was obvious that Davis wasn’t running at peak mental capacity, Trey decided to step up to the plate. “Well… I guess you could start by telling us what exactly you do.” He said. “Oh well that’s an easy enough question. I run a cleaning company, but you knew that already. I suppose you want to know more about how we work, huh? Hmm… It’s a lot easier to show than to tell, so how about we skip that question until we get to our next site.” Mel responded casually. “Fair enough, but there’s more to your business than just simple cleaners. You are known for only taking on… err… very specific types of jobs.” Trey muttered awkwardly. The driver laughed so hard that the entire van shook. The sudden outburst was enough to even snap Davis from his hormonal reverie. “Huh… wuh…?” Davis sputtered. “You don’t have to be so discrete about it.” Mel replied between chuckles. “Everyone here knows what we do. We clean cum. We scoop spunk. Hell. It’s written on the side of our van.” “Umm… right… but that’s a very specific business model. What prompted you to pursue this… uh… venture.” Trey asked. Mel chuckled again. Trey could practically hear Mel’s eyes rolling as he did so. “Basic business, boy.” Mel replied. “All alliteration aside, I would like to know more.” Trey countered. Mel shrugged. His bulging traps hit the roof of the vehicle as he did so. Davis was once again floored by his sheer size. “Well, I’ll skip the whole bit where semen became a major issue for cleaners…” Mel began. Trey didn’t need any more information on that point. Everyone knew the story by now. It was all over the news. It had started a few months ago. No one was really sure how or why it had started. They weren’t even sure where exactly it originated, but people began growing, and it wasn’t just people getting taller. Some did, but the changes affected everyone differently. Even to this day experts weren’t sure what was causing it. Trey and Davis had not been exposed to whatever it was that was causing these changes, but there was no doubt that Mel had. What else could explain the driver’s massive, muscular physique that filled the front half of the van. “… anyway, your average Ready Maids or whatever you would call for a clean-up just didn’t have the equipment to handle the mess. I don’t suppose you’ve seen one, but these folks can drench a room, let me tell ya.” Mel explained. Trey couldn’t even fathom what that much cum would look like, and he didn’t particularly want to find out. Davis on the other hand seemed to be all too happy to imagine what it must be like. He had a stupid grin plastered across his face, and the tent in his slacks didn’t leave much to the imagination about what he thought of the matter. Troy decided to keep the discussion moving. He had a good momentum going, but there were other topics that they could cover while they traveled. “Right. My biggest question is how do you afford this operation? You don’t list rates on your site. In fact it looks like you don’t even charge. How does that work?” Trey asked. “We make our money in other ways.” Mel explained. “Did you know that semen is rich in protein? That goes doubly so for the stuff we clean up. Some of my buddies have a lab and they cooked up a way to distill it down and extract the base proteins from it. I don’t know the specifics – too technical for me- but I can tell you that we make a killing by reselling the processed material as fertilizer. It apparently works well too. Did you see that pumpkin on the news last week? That guy used our product for his crops.” Mel sounded like a proud father as he spoke of the prize winning pumpkin. Trey had to admit that he was pretty impressed too. He didn’t realize that these cleaners had diversified so well. Not only were they providing a necessary public service by cleaning up the messes caused by massive, horny, enhanced dudes, but they had also managed to turn the waste product into something that could be used to benefit society as a whole. The numbers were already running in Trey’s head. The pumpkin the size of a small house was only the start. There was potential here for much, much more. This could be the end of world hunger as they knew it, and there’s no telling what further applications could be derived from the protein rich sludge. As if to answer Trey’s internal monologue, Mel began to say, “Yeah. My buddies back at the labs have all sorts of ideas for new uses. Just the other day Rich came up to me and he said to me- … hold a tick.” Mel’s exposition was cut short by a loud beeping coming from the dashboard of his van. He pressed a button and said, “Talk to me, Rich.” A staticy, robotic voice came from the dashboard. It sounded like their walky-talkies were reaching the edge of their service area. The voice of the man on the other side was barely even understandable. “We’ve got a major spill on Hammond Street. Mel, can you go look into it?” The voice asked. “Aww shit, Mel. I told you I’m retired from the collection biz. I’m just here as a representative now.” Mel grumbled. “I get that, but this is serious. It’s the biggest haul on record, and we’ve received word from some of our other trucks that there’s a lot of activity on the streets. GroTech and Steele Steamers are already converging on the site. If we don’t get a man on the site soon we’ll miss our chance. You’re only a block away. If you could just claim it for our business we could send some more equipped trucks your way to assist with the clean up, “Fine. I got it.” Mel grumbled in reply. He then hit the button to hang up. “Looks like you guys are going to get some hands on experience with how we do business.” Mel stated. Trey perked up. It was obvious that this part was directed and him and his buddy, but there was something that seemed off. “Is business really that competitive?” Trey asked. “Naw. We’re on good terms with all the other businesses that have cropped up over the past few months. It’s just that… well, I’m a little worried.” Mel responded. “Worried?” Davis asked. “Yeah. The guys at Steele are nice enough, but they don’t have the equipment for a large job like this. They shouldn’t even be trying it, and then there’s GroTech…” Mel replied. His voice trailed off at the end as if he was deep in thought. “That doesn’t sound like the name of a cleaner.” Davis replied. “It isn’t. They’re a biomedical lab.” Trey cut in. “What he said.” Mel concurred. “And that’s what has me curious.” Trey didn’t feel like pressing the matter further, and Davis seemed more interested in other things. Trey’s best bud was practically bouncing in his seat. He looked like a kid who was just told that they were going to Disneyland. It didn’t take them long to reach the site. They really were less than a block away. Mel turned the corner, and as soon as he did everyone in the van could see their destination. Trey and Davis recognized the place immediately. It was the Kappa Phi Beta house, but it was better known as Masta Masta Betta by the locals. It was a relatively new fraternity that had sprung up in the wake of the mysterious growths that had begun a few months back. Every one of their members had been exposed in some way or another. Davis was obsessed with them. He went out of his way to talk to any of the frat bros that he could. Each one was larger and more massive than the last. It seemed like they grew more and more each time he met them, but no matter how much he talked to them or how much asked, they would never divulge how they had achieved such herculean proportions. Mel pulled the van up in front of the large, two story house. Davis and Trey didn’t even wait for instructions. They both hopped out and took stock of their surroundings, but their interests were very different. Trey began to check out the surroundings and pick the best possible location to set up his tripod, but Davis merely gawked at the devastations. Everything was drenched in cum. Spooge seeped out of the upstairs balconies and oozed out of the doors. The excess spunk soaked into the grass reducing the entire front lawn to a sticky, slimy, off-white bog. A noise from behind managed to draw Davis’ attention away from the house and back towards the van. The shocks on the vehicle groaned as the entire van lurched to one side. Suddenly the van snapped back to its normal position. Mel groaned as he stood up and stretched. His back popped audibly as he did so. “I’m getting too old for this…” He muttered as he turned his head from side to side to loosen his sore muscles. His neck crackled almost as loudly as his back had done. Davis’ jaw dropped. He had known Mel was huge, but he hadn’t dared imagine that he was this massive. The cleaner was easily ten feet tall. His broad, muscular chest was almost as wide as the van itself. It was a wonder he fit into the vehicle at all. Mel sighed and gestured towards the frat house. Frat bro after massive, hulking, cum-coated frat bro began to stagger out of the house. “I figured something like this would happen. You get that many heavies in one place and it’s gonna turn into an orgy.” Mel muttered. Davis’ dick felt ready to burst straight through the pleats of his pants. He had never seen anything so sexy in his life. Every dude that staggered out of the house was massive. They had muscles stacked on top of muscles. The shortest one of the bunch was easily eight feet tall and built like a Mr. Universe competitor, but perhaps even more impressive were their cocks. The tallest frat bro had the smallest dick of the bunch, but even his cock reached down to his knees. His two, massive beach ball sized nuts hung about halfway down his thighs. Davis could barely comprehend how huge he was. He had to be even taller than Mel. Davis barely reached up to his crotch. Davis soaked up all the nude, massive college bros that he could. He wanted to run up there and nuzzle up against all those guys at once, but he knew better than to do that. He just wished he could feel those cocks up close and personal. One of the guys there was particularly hot and especially hung. He was short compared to the others, but still had at least three feet of height on Davis. The real thing about him that caught Davis’ eye though was his cock. The dude had a thick piece that was so long the head of it rested solidly on the ground. The massive, spongy tip was broader than Davis’ shoulders. David could only imagine what it must be like when fully hard. He could only imagine that it would be even longer than he was tall. Davis felt his dick lurch in his pants. Just thinking about a cock that huge drove him wild. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to cream his jeans right then and there. Trey’s mind was swimming. He couldn’t fathom how these guys had grown so fast. He had had a class with one of them earlier this same afternoon, and the dude had doubled in size since then. It was tough to say for certain, but it looked like they were still growing before his very eyes. Trey felt even more lightheaded by the moment. Something about this place was getting to him. His eyes passed from one frat bro to another, and he couldn’t deny that they were hot as hell. There was something else at work here though. It was hard to explain, but just being there was orgasmic. It was like the very air itself was making him horny. His head felt fuzzy. He could barely focus on anything. The only thing he could do to keep some semblance of sanity was focusing on his camera. At least when he threw himself into his art he could tune out everything else, but even his passion for video was beginning to lose out against his skyrocketing libido. Trey grunted and shook his head in hopes of shaking the erotic fog that was settling in on his mind. He needed to focus, but it took every ounce of willpower he had just to set up his tripod. He’d much rather scope out the tripods staggering around in front of him. Just thinking about those hot, hung college bros got Trey rock hard below the belt. Trey’s own dick was pretty average by most accounts, but it was straining hard against the front of his jeans. Trey’s hand rubbed idly across the bulge in his pants. It felt huge, far bigger than he expected, but he couldn’t focus on that too much. His skin felt hot. He felt like he was suffocating. He tore at his tie in an effort to loosen it. Once the knot was out he pulled at the buttons on his shirt. Before long he had the front of his shirt completely open. The cool air felt great against his exposed chest, but it wasn’t enough to diminish the burning sensation that coursed through his body. Trey’s mind was so hazy that he didn’t even notice the definition of his abs. He was a fairly active guy, but he had never been particularly cut. Today though he had a very nice, defined eight-pack set of abs. Even his chest was showing some remarkable definition. His pecs were firm and shapely. There hardly appeared to be an ounce of fat on his lean, toned body. Mel rounded the corner and stepped out from behind that van. His appearance was enough to draw even Davis’ hormonal gaze away from the bevy of nude, hung frat bros. Davis’ eyes bugged out. His jaw dropped. He thought the bros were hot, but Mel was in another league of his own. Just the bulge in his slacks was bigger than Davis was. Davis could barely fathom how much cock must be crammed into those denim slacks. Davis took his time soaking up the huge cleaner’s body. Now that Mel was out in the open, Davis could appreciate him more. His shirt was so stuffed full of muscles that Mel had to keep the top four buttons undone. There was simply no way he could close the front of his shirt across those massive, bulging pecs. Either slab of pectoral brawn looked large enough that Davis could lay across them like a king sized bed. Davis couldn’t help but daydream about doing just that. He wanted to feel what it would be like to lay across those firm, brawny slabs while the steady rhythm of the enormous hunks peaceful breathing rocked him to sleep. “Wow… This place is potent…” Mel muttered. He looked uncomfortable, and it didn’t take Davis long to figure out why. Mel’s clothes appeared to be getting smaller by the second. His huge, bulging muscles pressed harder against the already stretched fabric. The few buttons he had clasped struggled to hold back the surging wall of brawn. The stitches began to pop where the sleeves met the torso. “Wait… are you…?” Davis began to say. “Growin’. Yeah.” Mel replied. “It’s this place, or rather this cum. I don’t know the technical stuff, but people who have been exposed to the growth hormones generate more of their own. You get too many of ‘em in one place and it could cause a chain reaction, and judging by the guys that just traipsed on out, it looks like there’s a bunch of growers under one roof.” “Masta Masta Beta.” Davis chimed in. “What?” Mel asked. “It’s the frat. Or I guess that’s just what we call them. A bunch of… uh… growers you called them? Yeah well they all live here. It’s the official grower dorm I guess you could say.” Davis explained awkwardly. “So they took all the growers and shoved them in one house?” Mel asked incredulously. He looked simply flabbergasted. “Uh yeah. That about sums it up.” Davis replied. “Freakin’ idiots.” Mel muttered. He stomped off across the mucky lawn. His gait started out determined and resolute, but as he got closer and closer to the epicenter he began to wobble and stagger. The hormones that hung in the air were so powerful that they were overpowering his senses. He had had months to develop a resistance, but he had never encountered a spill quite this potent before. By the time Mel reached the front porch his shirt had fallen away completely. His bulging muscles had burst clean through the fabric leaving nothing but a hail of tattered cloth confetti. His jeans were starting to follow suit. He had grown so much so fast that his quads were straining against the tough denim. The seams along the sides popped and frayed. Large swaths of exposed thigh peeked through the tears. Mel staggered and took another step forward. He had to struggle to maintain his balance. The fog was settling in even stronger than before. He could feel every inch of his body surging outwards. His dick strained painfully against his fly. It wasn’t just the increase in size that was causing his discomfort though. He was so horny. His cock wanted to stand at attention in its full upright and locked position, but it was trapped in a painfully curved position. Mel felt another wave of growth hit him. His muscles surged outward, his balls swelled, his cock burst through the front of his jeans and flung upright. Mel could only stare at his own cock in dumbfounded awe. It was far larger than before. The head used to only reach to his chin when he was fully hard, but now the tip was well above eye level. The tip of his dick was also as broad as his impressively swole shoulders. “Fuck…” Mel muttered. It was difficult to say whether the expression was an utterance of annoyance or awe. Not even Mel himself was sure. It could very well have been a mixture of the two. He couldn’t deny how fantastic his cock looked. The hormones were still doing a number on his mind. It took every ounce of willpower he had to stop thinking about his massive, fully boned cock and his enormous, muscular bod, but he still had a job to do. The recent growth spurt had made his job far more difficult. “shit…” Mel muttered. He was now completely nude. What little clothing he had left had long since fallen off his massive frame, but that was the least of his problems. He glanced around him and noticed that he was now eye level with the second floor windows. He had almost doubled his height in the past few seconds. There was no way he could even hope to even fit inside the frat house without bashing through the wall like the Kool-Aid man. It was then that he noticed something else. There was a hand pressing against his exposed thigh. Mel heard a soft, whimpering, “wow…” Mel glanced down to see Davis staring up on him with pure, unadulterated lust and awe in his eyes. Davis’s hormonal state was not at all surprising, but what was surprising was his stature. Davis didn’t appear to have grown an inch. His clothes still fit him just as well as they had before… all except for his pants. The tent in his slacks was painfully obvious, but given the state of everyone else in the vicinity that was hardly an issue. “Hey. How do you feel?” Mel asked. Davis shrugged and then went back to rubbing the thick muscles of Mel’s exposed thigh. “Alright I guess…” Davis murmured softly. He was far too entranced by Mel’s muscles to really focus on anything else. Mel was mildly amused that Davis was more interested in his muscles than his cock. Davis obvious knew what he liked. Mel could tell from the look in Davis’s eyes that the dude had his sights set on something bigger and better, but Mel’s huge, beefy ass was just barely out of his reach. “Wow. You’re resistance is remarkable.” Mel replied. “Resistance?” Davis asked. He had an idea of where this was going, and he didn’t like the sound of it. “Yeah. Short version is everyone is affected differently. Some people get hit really hard, some not so much. I’ve never seen someone with your resistance before. I’d hate to think what would have happened if you were susceptible to this stuff. This is the strongest I’ve ever seen it.” Mel stated. Davis was a little disheartened. He had secretly wished to grow larger, but it didn’t seem like he’d be seeing much gains today. “I need you to do me a favor.” Mel said. Davis perked up upon hearing this. As much as he loved fawning over Mel’s massive, exposed muscles, he was eager to prove himself in any way he could. He wanted nothing more than to please the towering titan before him. “Go back to the truck and grab the stasis module.” Mel said. Davis stared back up at him. He didn’t say anything, but the way he furrowed his eyebrows said everything for him. Davis had no idea what it was he was supposed to get. “It’s this thing. It looks like a jar with things coming out the top. It’s the only thing in the trunk. It should be easy.” Mel explained while awkwardly pantomiming the size and shape of the contraption. Davis wasted no time. He snapped to attention and gave the hulking goliath a solemn salute. “Yes, sir!” Davis replied enthusiastically. He turned around and sprinted across the mucky lawn. He barreled past Trey and quickly popped the rear hatch of the van. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t even notice that his best bud now stood a good head taller than him and had long since shirked his shirt. Even the fly of Trey’s pants was down to give himself more room for his swelling bulge. Davis was pleased to find that the van was unlocked. Once the door was open he saw that what Mel said was true. The only thing in the far back of the vehicle was this large device that looked like a twelve gallon mason jar full of bluish green liquid with a strange looking domed top. The top of it had wires and dials sticking off of it that made it look like some sort of brain scrambler one would expect to see in a cheesy B movie. Davis wasted no time. He scooped up the device and hauled ass back to the frat house. He was expecting it to be heavy, but it was surprisingly light. He barely felt the strain on his muscles as he hoisted the object out of the van. Davis was in such a hurry to get back to Mel that he didn’t even notice that the entire van shifted as the immense weight of the device was lifted off of it. When Davis got back to the towering cleaner, he shouted up at Mel, “Hey! I got it! Now what!?” Mel glanced down and was surprised to see that Davis was carrying the device so easily. Maybe the college student wasn’t as resistant as he originally thought. That hardly mattered now though. Davis was the only one who could complete the next task. “Alright. Find the source of this mess and place that device. Then turn it on and get back out. Try not to inhale too deeply while in there, and get in and out as quick as you can. You’re resistant but not immune, and once that thing gets going it’ll start a chain reaction.” Mel explained. Davis tried to hide his excitement. He was going to get to actually go inside and see the site firsthand, and if what Mel said was true, the effects would be even more potent when he got deeper in. No doubt he’d really begin to see changes by then. Davis nodded happily and hopped into the frat house. He was trying to hide his joy, but he was practically skipping as he went. The inside of the frat house was even worse off than the lawn. Jizz oozed down the steps. The entire house reeked of sex and sweat. Davis found the smell to be intoxicating. He wanted to stay there forever. He wanted to just lay back and bathe in the spunk, but he had a job to do, and the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint that sexy as hell titan outside. Davis followed the trail of jizz upstairs and down the hall. It was pretty easy to figure out which room was the epicenter. All the cum in the house seemed to be seeping out of one room in particular. He shifted the device over to one hand and then turned the knob. The second the door opened he was immediately struck by the musk in the room. His head was swimming. He had never felt so horny before. Davis could feel the changes immediately. His shirt felt tighter, and his junk seemed to press harder against the front of his slacks. He was so giddy he could hardly think about anything else, but he had a job to do. Davis slogged through what appeared to be the communal gathering room. There was a large table on one side of the room that seemed to be a pool table, but there was so much jizz plastered to it that he couldn’t be sure. Everything in the room seemed to be vaguely shaped like furniture, but there was so much spunk clinging to everything that it looked more like a winter wonderland than a frat house rec room. Davis placed the device on a table roughly in the center of the room and flipped the large switch to the on position. He didn’t know what the device was supposed to do, but it seemed to be working. It hummed to life and the gel inside began to glow. A warm, blue mist wafted out of the holes in the top. The mist permeated everything in the room, but the haze covering the frat house was nothing compared to the haze settling in on Davis’s mind. Something about the blue mist made his hormones rage even harder. Davis didn’t even try to fight it. He quickly undid his belt buckle and kicked off his pants. His cock strained against his boxers. His dick was leaking so much pre that his cotton undies had become completely saturated. Davis pushed down his boxers. His huge cock flung free and slapped against the front of his shirt. His dick was huge. The tip of it reached up past his belly button, and the thick tool was as big around as his forearm. Davis was so overcome with how huge it was, how fantastic it looked. He wanted to feel every inch of it. He ran his hands along the length of it. His cock was so thick that he couldn’t even get his hands to wrap all the way around it, and it was still swelling before his very eyes. He was so entranced by his cock that he hardly noticed the other changes that had gone on in his body. All the fat that had clumped around his midriff had melted away and was replaced with dense, sculpted muscle. He was beyond shredded. His muscles looked like they were etched straight into his skin. The deep grooves of his abs loved like valleys. His toned, firm pecs were perfectly sculpted. Davis flopped to his knees. His nuts made a dull splatting sound as they made contact with the layer of jizz that coated the carpet, but he didn’t pay any attention to that. His cock demanded his full attention. As it grew and grew it became more and more enticing. The tip of his dick soon reached his chest, and still it kept growing. Davis craned his neck as best he could and stuck out his tongue, but he could only just barely brush his tongue across the tip. That didn’t last for long though. Soon it was tall enough that he could easily glide his tongue across the entire length of this oozing slit. He could taste his own pre, and it was fantastic. He moaned softly as he felt the warm liquid slide down his throat. This was the horniest he had ever been before, and there was still more to come. He was so enamored with his own cock that he hardly realized that it he no longer had to crane his neck. He was face to face with his own massive cockhead, and it was still growing. Mel noticed the blue fog wafting out the door. “Aw, hell…” He muttered. He hadn’t told Davis anything about how to operate the machine. He had just said to turn it on without even thinking about what it was set to. If it was pumping out enough fog to fill the entire house it had to be running at full power. Mel had just wanted to salvage the one room, but the mist was renewing more than that. Every ounce of spunk the fog touched would soon be restored to full potency, and the mist would soon flood the front yard as well as everything in the house. Mel pounded on the roof. The entire frat house shook from the force, but Mel didn’t let off. He knew they needed to get out of there quick. He was already so tall that the roof of the two-story frat house only reached his chest, and he was still growing. “Hey, kid! Davis! Can you hear me!?” Mel shouted. “Davis! Get out of there!” Davis heard Mel’s voice. He wasn’t at all interested in following his orders, but he slowly staggered to his feet. The man’s deep, baritone voice reverberated through the entire house and struck a chord with Davis’s dick. Davis’s mind was flooded with images of how hot and sexy the hulking cleaner was. He needed to see more of the guy. Something seemed wrong to Trey, but he couldn’t quite place it. He had long since ditched his jeans and was now standing completely nude beside the van, but he couldn’t care about that. He was more worried about his friend than anything. Mel seemed worried, and then there was that blue mist seeping out the door. What was that stuff? Davis was in there too, right? The blue mist that was now wafting over to him seemed strange, but it felt so nice. He inhaled deeply and let the mist warm and soothe his lungs. Trey needed to clear his head more than anything. He just could not seem to focus. He just kept thinking about how horny he was and how hot his skin felt. He had pulled off every last stitch of clothing, but he still felt like he was burning up. Trey sat down on the van. The vehicle was little more than a stool to him now and creaked in protest against his immense weight. Trey didn’t seem to notice or care about that though. He just kept thinking about what was playing out before him. The frat house was easily three hundred feet away, but it looked far closer. The size seemed way off too. It was the same frat house he had seen earlier, but it appeared to be the size of a garage. Trey idly stroked his dick as he tried to piece together his scattered thoughts. His cock was far too large for him to wrap his hands around. It wasn’t just that it had grown longer, which it had done quite a bit, but it was far, far thicker than before. The tip of his dick only reached up to his belly button when he had been standing, but it was easily as thick as his dense, sculpted quads. The van creaked louder. Trey tried to shift his weight and get comfortable, but it was no good. His ass was spilling over the sides of the van. The vehicle was just too small to serve as a decent bench. Trey noticed Mel getting more and more agitated. Something was definitely wrong, but what could he do? Trey tried again to clear his head. He had to do something. He couldn’t just sit there jacking off while his best pal was trapped in there. Trey tried to get up, but his legs felt weak from the sheer intensity of his arousal. He fell forward and landed on his hands and knees. His balls filled up every inch of space between his legs. His huge nuts even scraped the ground as he knelt there and tried to work up the will to move. The blue fog was even denser down closer to the ground. With each breath he took, he inhaled lung-fulls of the soothing mist. Trey slowly crawled forward. The haze in his mind got heavier with each foot he crawled. His destination seemed to be getting closer by the second even when he wasn’t moving. Finally he reached his goal. He tried to call out to Mel and ask what was going on, but it only came out as a horny, pleading moan. Mel heard the noise and turned around. His jaw dropped. Trey’s clean shaven face filled his entire field of view. The dude was simply massive now. The cameraman had grown so much so fast that even on his hands and knees he towered over Mel. Davis awkwardly staggered out the door. It was getting to be tough for him to move around. His body hadn’t grown much, but his cock had swelled to an enormous size. The shaft itself dwarfed the rest of his body. His nuts were the size of bean bag chairs and rested solidly on the ground, and as more and more of the blue mist filled his lungs, his cock and balls continued to creep up in size. There was no telling how much longer he’d still be able to move, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. Davis couldn’t even comprehend what he was seeing before him. There was a massive hand filling much of the front lawn. The fingers on the enormous extremity were larger than Davis’s entire body. Davis’s jaw dropped as his eyes slowly traced a path along that powerful hand, up the massive, muscular forearm, past the massive, bulging bicep, until he finally was staring straight up. The dense, sculpted pecs filled the entire skyline. The sheer size of the guy left Davis speechless. He had never seen anything so hot before. Davis slowly became aware of another form to his side. The other guy seemed tiny compared to the godly titan that towered over the both of them. Davis couldn’t help but think how strange it was that the guy next to him would ever be considered small. Davis barely came up to the dude’s ankles. Even the two story frat house didn’t even reach up to his waist. The dude’s massive ball sack alone rivaled the size of the house. As Davis’s lurid gaze slowly made its trek to the very top of the mountainous beefcake, he quickly recognized that chiseled jaw line and that sexy stubble. The massive, muscular behemoth beside him was none other than the cleaner, Mel, but that didn’t make any sense to him. There had been no one even close to Mel’s monolithic size earlier. So who could this new titan possibly be? It took an extreme amount of willpower for Davis to pry his eyes off of the massive hotty’s fantastically handsome face, but once he did, he began to take stock of the even larger titan towering above the two of them. The colossal dude had nowhere near the bulging, musculature that Mel had, but he was by no means scrawny. Even had he not been large enough to put Godzilla to shame, his dense, toned muscles would have been enough to draw Davis’s lusty gaze, and then there was his cock. The tip of the titan’s colossal cock reached up all the way to his chest and was impressively thick even for its monumental size. The fat, fully boned cock was as thick around as even the titan’s broad, barrel chest. By this point the colossal college stud was practically laying atop his own dick as opposed to propping himself up on his hands and knees. His massive cock shuddered. The mountainous head flared up. Pre oozed out the tip like water cascading down Angel Falls. It was obvious that the titan was getting close to creaming, and Davis couldn’t wait to see it happen. The entire city was sure to be coated in spunk once the monolithic cock unloaded its glorious load. “We’ve got to move!” Mel bellowed. He reached down and effortlessly scooped up the hormone addled Davis – monster cock and all. Davis was overwhelmed. He was so ecstatic, but he wished he could see more. The cleaner’s powerful hand was wrapped around his whole body and pining him against his own cock. Pre cascaded freely down his enormous cock and washed over him. Davis was quickly laminated in his own juices. It felt so wonderful and tasted even better, but he still wanted to see. He had to see more of that godly titan from before, and there was something else weighing on his mind. Davis fidgeted and thrashed as best he could in the tight enclosure. Eventually his motions got through to the towering stud that held him, and Mel loosened his grip enough that Davis could peer up at him. “Trey! Where’s Trey!” Davis shouted up at the hulking cleaner. Mel seemed baffled and first, but soon his confusion gave way to something else. It was as if he was trying to think of the best way to break the news. Davis’s heart sunk. For a brief moment he feared the worst until Mel lifted his hand up and gave Davis a clear view of the towering titan. Davis’s jaw dropped. His cock lurched. His heart leapt for joy. Not only was Trey alive and well, but he currently dwarfed the both of them. Davis had always though his best bud was pretty cute, but now Trey had evolved into something so fantastic, so stunning, that Davis had no words for how hot he truly was. Trey’s massive, hunched over form now loomed over the entire campus and the surrounding residences. The frat house had long since vanished under his swelling cock. Trey didn’t seem to notice or care. He was so lost in his hormone enhanced ecstasy. The monolithic titan moaned orgasmically as he ground his mountainous cock against the earth below. His constant gyrations had worn a deep crevasse into the once flat terrain. The pre flowing freely from his gargantuan schlong had drenched the city below. Trey’s moan were so load that they caused the very earth around him to tremble, but Davis had never heard a more tender, sensual sound. Trey’s soft, pleading whimpers echoed in Davis’s ears and reverberated through his fully boned cock. He felt like he could bust his nut just from the erotic moans of the hot as hell titan. Trey sensually chewed on his lower lip. Davis couldn’t help but marvel at the giant’s expression. Despite his size, Trey managed to look so sweet and innocent. Davis wished he could fly up there and kiss Trey right on his lips, but of course such a thing would be impossible. Trey’s lips were now as wide as a major freeway. Even if Davis managed to get close enough to kiss those full, luscious lips, how would Trey ever feel it? Trey’s eyes fluttered open for a brief second. The gigantic, piercing grey orbs scanned the horizon. The titan’s gaze fell upon Davis for a brief, fleeting second, and his eyes once again fluttered shut. Some small part of Trey’s mind that could still function rationally had resisted his own hormones. He had resisted the powerful aura that had transformed him into a sex-addled colossus. He had summoned forth superhuman levels of restraint to hold back his load for as long as possible, but now that he knew his pal was safe, he had no reason to fight it anymore. A small smirk crossed Trey’s titanic lips. A sensual moan split the air. Trey’s entire body shuddered, and the earth below followed suit. Trey’s monolithic cock lurched and trembled. The enormous, spongy head flared up. “Shit…” Mel muttered under his breath. It was clear what was about to happen. Davis wanted to watch his titanic friend for a while longer. He wanted to listen to Trey’s orgasmic moans. He wanted to watch those colossal muscles ripple and flex. He wanted to watch that monolithic cock shudder and shoot, but it was not to be. Mel clasped both hands around him and clutched Davis to his chest to shield him from the blast. Trey cried out in ecstasy. His orgasmic roar echoed far and wide. His cry of release could be heard across the country, but the effects were even more far-reaching. His cock lurched hard, and an enormous, sticky rope of jizz launched forth from his cock like water shooting from a geyser. Mel couldn’t move in time. The cum crashed against him and soaked into his skin, but he managed to keep his grip on Davis. Mel could already feel the changes setting in. His muscles surged. His cock swelled. His balls inflated even more, but all his growth was nothing compared to what was going on between his hands. Mel opened his hands and glanced down. It was tough to make out what was happening at first. Davis was completely engulfed in cum. Mel could barely make out his tiny form thrashing in the thick layer of spunk that coated his hands, but soon it became apparent that something was different. Whatever resistance Davis may have had to the growth effects seemed to have vanished. Davis’s once tiny form expanded before Mel’s very eyes. Davis’s growth far exceeded that of Mel’s own. In a matter of seconds Davis went from being able to rest comfortably in the palm of Mel’s hand to being large enough that Mel had to cradle the dude in both hands. Before long Mel was holding Davis in his arms as if he was carrying his blushing bride across the threshold, but even that didn’t last long. Davis soon became so huge and so heavy that Mel couldn’t even hold him anymore. The layer of jizz that coated the two of them didn’t help the situation at all either. Mel’s grip slipped, and Davis landed in the lake of spunk with a resounding plop. The impact sent shockwaves through the city and ripples through the spooge. Davis was stunned at first. The standing pool of spunk made it impossible to tell where he was or even how large he was. A seemingly endless layer of white stretched out as far as the eye could see, but soon he began to recognize shapes and places. The weird lump to his left had to be Madison Hall, the largest building on campus. The whole structure could easily fit in the palm of his hands, and it was dwindling before his very eyes. As Davis continued to grow, Trey continued to cum and cum again. His massive cock caused the ground below him to shudder as it erupted like a volcano. Warm, sticky white jizz gushed forth and poured out onto the ground below. Even had Trey been able to keep his eyes open long enough to look around him, he wouldn’t have been able to see anything other than the vast expanse of sticky whiteness. He finally reached his limit. His cock gave a few last weak, watery spurts of jizz and began to soften. Trey rolled over onto his back and just laid there basking in the afternoon sun, a goofy smile plastered across his face. He didn’t even think about any damage he might have caused or about the lasting effects of his growth spurt. All he could think about was how great he felt. He continued to lay there for what felt like ages as the fog of lust and hormones steadily faded from his mind. He was vaguely aware of someone else nuzzling up beside him, but it took him a while to clear his head enough to check and see who it was. Trey wasn’t surprised to see his best buddy Davis curled up beside him. Trey ran his fingers tenderly through Davis’s jizz-soaked hair. Trey was still having trouble believing everything that had happened, but he couldn’t deny what he was seeing. Davis was barely even half his height. If not for the light dusting of a treasure trail and the neatly trimmed patch of pubes, it would have been easy to mistake Davis for a young child. The massive chubby nestled between Davis’s legs didn’t hurt either. Even soft, Davis’s cock was as big as the rest of him. His almost twice as thick around as his toned, muscular chest. On a regular sized person, Davis’s balls would have appeared to be the size of couches, but there was no way for Trey to gauge just how massive they must be now. Trey brushed Davis’s hair aside and gave his smaller pal a soft kiss on the forehead. Davis chuckled softly and curled up closer against Trey’s chest. Trey wanted to stay there with him and cuddle some more, but as the fog cleared from his head, his curiosity began to get the better of him. He gently pushed away from his pal and sat up. He looked around him and took stock of the devastation. On some level he knew he should be worried, but he just couldn’t seem to care. It wasn’t just the afterglow that was still clinging to him after that titanic orgasm. It was as if every cell in his body was coursing with cosmic energy. He felt so alive and invigorated. He felt so powerful. It was hard for him to worry himself with the ants that scurried down below. As Trey surveyed the horizon he saw many small figures slowly rising from the white expanse. The ground beneath him was dotted with people of various shapes and sizes. Each one was steadily growing. It was fascinating to watch. It was like a time lapse video of flowers breaking through the snow, but these weren’t plants. These were people. Even the largest of these new sprouts was barely as big as Trey’s thumb, but they had to be gigantic to the average person down below. Trey couldn’t help but feel pride at the new race of giants he had brought into existence with his mere presence. Trey heard some talking off to his side and glanced over to see who it was. He saw Mel holding the bent and battered Skeeter’s Cleaners van to his ear like a tiny Bluetooth ear piece. Mel was now absolutely titanic by all normal comprehension, but even he didn’t even reach up to Trey’s knees. “Yeah. Rich. I need you to send every guy we’ve got. … Yeah. Call in everybody. Get the guys at Steele on the line too. Better call up every contact you’ve got while you’re at it. … Big? Have you seen the news? This spill is freakin’ ginormous!” Mel grumbled into his makeshift cellphone. “… Don’t worry about other people getting some. There’s gonna be more than enough for everybody. You can run all the tests you want on this stuff, and you’ll still never run out. I swear. It’s that fuckin’ huge!” Trey smirked as he glanced around at the scene below him. He could see large tanker trucks slurping up as much jizz as they could carry to be hauled off to various labs and storage facilities. The massive trucks were designed to hold an Olympic swimming pool’s worth of liquid, but Trey could have easily held one atop the tip of his pinkie. As he watched the tiny men in hazmat suits struggle to clean up the mess, Trey couldn’t help but chuckle softly. His monolithic cock stirred to life. Even in its flaccid state the enormous tool was as wide as his hips and as long as his legs. It would be truly a sight to behold once it got hard again. He was half tempted to drench the city in his seed once more, but he figured that they had more than enough to clean up for the time being. There were other cities out there that could benefit from his gift. Trey scooped his groggy little friend up in his arms and set off for new horizons. He had always wanted to travel, and at his new size he could walk to neighboring cities in a just a few paces. It wouldn’t take long at all for him to reach the next state or even to cross the country. He could travel wherever he wanted, and wherever he went he could drench the land in growth. As Trey trudged through the cum-coated city he could still feel his size creeping steadily upwards. He had no idea when or even if his growth would ever stop. Maybe he’d outgrow the whole planet with his best buddy at his side. Maybe they would eventually stop growing and live out their lives as a titanic couple. Maybe someday the scientists would find a way to reverse the process and shrink them back down, but for the time being Trey was going to enjoy his new life.

intenso pero un poco corto, mas drama mas sangre XD

Hope he ends up with the psychologist:)

When is he getting his wake up call? The one where he sees that Charlie isn't as great as he think he is, and where he finally realizes that he is no longer the person he used to be but almost a Charlie clone. ^^; Please dun tell me that this is a story where he will totally lose any semblance of his old personality? <=(

Loved this entry! I can't wait for Andrew to talk to Charlie though. The muscle stuff is wonderful, as always.

fantastic ， hope to see the part 2 soon

Thanks for your support guys. I actually wrote this piece as an exercise to overcome my writer's blockage, so I wanted some growth action right of the bat, which functioned better if told as background, in order to propel the story forward with more intensity. I am glad you enjoyed this introduction, so I feel more confident to tackle the search for the perfect storm! Thanks for your support!

This was a requested idea for a story. I hope the person who requested it and all of you like it. The Modern Ultra Man by F_R_Eaky "His limo has pulled up!" one of the Mr. Olympia stage staff hoarsely whispered off in the sides of the stage. It was still loud enough to be heard by all of the stage hands and all of the contestants waiting for the curtain to go up and the parade of participants to begin. The show was not late in starting, and neither was the contestant whom just pulled up in the limo, but he was late in his arrival for prepping, weighing in, and positioning for entry. But after seeing him at his first check in the day before, everyone knew it really didn't matter. This man was so large he was going to walk in last just so as not to cause a disruptive audience. No matter whom was walking or standing next to him, even if you could bring back and add some of the larger greats of bodybuilding to the current: Lou Ferrigno, Quincy Taylor, Noah Steere, Aaron Reed, Ralf Moeller, Nathan Jones, Conan Stevens, Olivier Richters... the fact remains he made each one of them look small, and everyone who stood next to him made their picture look like a size difference shot for Tall Men or Muscle Growth website. The rest of the competitors looked towards the stage door either angrily, apprehensively, or disgustedly. Who was he? Where did he come from? How is it he was just showing up this year and blowing everyone away in competition? Scientists, doctors, legal folk, administrators, all those with a logical mind will tell you that the young man's father is Kentaka Kenyama, known affectionately to his fans as Ken'Ken. He was, and still is, a very famous sumo wrestler, although he is retired and only trains others now. He was also one of the biggest sumo wrestlers ever standing at 6' 9" and coming in at close to 600lbs. One could definitely agree that this is where the mysterious bodybuilder got his stock from - the genetic make up that made his DNA; however, his mother and the locals tell a different story. According to his mother, Miyu, his father is actually a yōkai, something akin to a goblin, but he was a very distinguished yōkai. It...he, was very striking and handsome of face, he was also very strong and powerful. He approached Miyu one night and said that he had to have her, to be with her. She, of course, refused and tried to run away, but suddenly the yōkai began to grow taller and taller until he was exceedingly and exceptionally tall as a giant. As such he could easily outrun her, no matter which direction she went, and so she simply gave up. It is said she was found by a local monk who, upon hearing her screams and moans, found her lying on a large rock, her robes undone, in the throws of a fit that made her body buck as if being struck by something in her groin. Once the monk approached her, the seizure stopped and he bundled up her robe and called out for another to help carry her to her home. Nine months later she gave birth to a boy - a very healthy and large limbed boy. But there was something quite unusual about him. His face was very soft and fair looking, not at all like his fathers, but perhaps every bit if not more so like his mothers. And the child never out grew this beautiful face. He was such an anomaly with his large muscular male body, but very angelic and hadsome, almost female like face. His father more and more shunned the boy as he got older because everyone wanted to treat him like a bishounen - men who were so modelesque in the face they could nearly pass as a woman. His mother loved him just as he was, and in fact named him Daikenmio, a name that meant "large, strong, beautiful man." The rift between Daikenmio and his father grew larger, almost in proportion to as large as Daikenmio was growing himself. His father seeing how large Daikenmio was growing naturally wanted him to follow in his footsteps as a great sumo wrestler. But being a more modern child, and not really sensing a lot of love from his father, Daiken, as his friends called him, decided to choose another sport all together, bodybuilding. He began training with the best while in High School. How could he not, he approached them as this towering fourteen year old and they thought he was already an adult. Imagine their surprise as over the years while training him, the man not only grew out but grew up as well! The kid was lifting while he was growing and studying all training techniques, eating habits and cooking styles, and when his growth spurt stopped he gorged himself on food and heavier lifting while his body went through the filling out process to "catch up" to his height. By the time all was said and done, by age twenty-nine Daiken was the largest bodybuilder in the world. He stood a towering seven foot eight inches tall. And that tall frame carried and immense build of mounding muscle that weighed in at 551 pounds. True he weighed less than his father, but the size of his arms, his legs, his chest, they were all much thicker than his dad's and he had a taut waistline with bricks for abdomen muscles too. And strength! Daiken had it in spades. His muscles were so tightly packed, so dense, he was like twice as strong as an average sized gentleman, proportionately. No matter how one looked at it, making his father as large as he is, or making him as large as his father was, the young man out lifted, out carried, out hoisted, out hefted his father in every way imagineable, and we do me every way imagineable. When Daiken walked into a room to pose or walks out on the beach, people do a double, triple, and quadruple take. Frist they have to take in how tall he is, most of them not even coming up to his chest. Second they have to take in his muscular size: arms bigger round than his own head, which are lifted up to hang almost straight out by lats that are so wide he nearly looks square in the torso. Then there are his thighs which force him to kick his legs out sideways in order to be able to walk, and that doesn't count his calves which are so big and thick they could snap an average man's waistband. Then there is the third thing....well third, fourth, and fifth things. Daiken is carrying a package... a HUGE package. One can't help but stare at the massive buldge in front of them. It looks even worse from the side because his massive quads are pushing his balls and cock up and out in front of them. And this cock, flaccid, hung down three-fourths the way to his knees! Imagine all that bunched up together with his ample sized balls in a tight, little, posing strap. However, he was definitely making a name for himself. People couldn't help but stare and watch him. His face was so handsome with high cheek bones, deep golden brown eyes, long thin and pointed nose, with full, naturally pouty lips, all topped off with a thick mane of jet black hair that was straight and feathered naturally and nicely. Then they would see this model's face they fell in love with stand up...and up....and up....and Up... AND UP! They couldn't believe how tall he was. How short he made them feel. Then they would notice how small he made them feel as they'd ask to stand next to him and then see his supremely built body of massively built muscle. Of course they had to ask and then take pictures of comparisons between them and him: hand to hand; foot to foot; shoe to shoe; head to his shoulder, mid chest, bottom of chest, mid abs; flexing of arm to arm in which his was a mountain and all others were sticks. Then he does things like pick them up easily with his hands, one handed, hoists them on his shoulder, rests them on his bulbous and barreling pectoral muscles which were so big, it was like staring at a wall when close to them. Or perhaps he might do a feat of strength like lifting several people on a bench at once, or hoisting a small car by himself. The was just no getting around it, he was the biggest freak of nature in mankind's history with the most adoreable face that everyone sighed and swooned over. It is with this size and looks that he finally decides to compete in bodybuilding competitions. He wasn't going to work his way up and bide his time, learning here, learning there, earning a few titles and then faultering to nothing and battle back. No, he was just going to show up and win. He was going to train like there was no tomorrow, learn every trick before hand, and come in the largest, the biggest, the most defined, the most shredded yet most full bodybuilder of all time. And that's just what he did. He entered a local competition and won it hands down. He entered a regional and won it completely. He entered national and took it easily. He then set his sights on the professional competitions: Ironman, Arnold Classic, Mr. World, Mr. Universe... he set his sights on them and he defeated everyone, taking every title. He knew he had it all, a handsome face with the body of a god. Even as bulky and as largely built as he was, he still had definition, symmetry, full muscle bellies, grace and form. And so now, it was time to take the title of Mr. Olympia. Daikenmio opens the stage doors, both of them so he can actually get through. He unzips his jacket and throws his arms behind him while two members of his entourage grab the jacket lapels and peel it off of their boss. He slips out of some sandle like flip-flops and then flexes each leg causing it to swell and pop the seams on the sweat pants he was wearing. He then does a squat to cause his calves to rip them further. Finally he reaches in the waist band and just snaps it off pulling on the pants and causing the cuffs at his ankles to pop and he hands the shredded pants to one of his groupies. He saunters over to the line up grabbing a Japanses flag along the way. He kicks his legs out from side to side in order to walk with his gargantuan thighs. The thighs in turn cause a rolling motion of his cock and balls in their tiny poser prison and they bounce from one thigh to the other in great obscene fashion. His footsteps, as light as he tries to make them are thudding hard and loud with each pad of his foot. His head must duck some of the rigging for the curtains and sets. His pectoral muscles, his chest, bounces in full fashion almost like boobs but with more solidity and much more display of muscular movement. The crowd is roaring, cheering, applauding as all of the contestants step out on stage, first to the center and then to their respective little spot. It all goes quiet when he comes out. Standing two feet taller than most of the competitors, he dwarfs them like no other man could. His own legs are thicker round than any of these men's thighs, waists, torsos, their chest area. Indeed just one of his calves might be thicker round than any measurement on these men and they all look bloated and smooth compared to him. But of course, what audience member is going to notice that? They're too busy watching the bob that is his cock and balls going up and down as they roll from left to right, pulling harshly on his posing strap, causing the band to slide down and out showing a bit of the monstrously massive base of his prick while the bulbous mushroom like head, covered in the shimmering jade colored cloth, bobs and bounces like a large bouncing ball leading folks in a sing-a-long. The parade of competitors and countries over, he goes and sits in the greenroom working on keeping his pump. The crowd outside has tried to cheer for the person they originally came to see, but many are talking about the gigant behemoth, wondering where he came from, exactly how big he is and how will the judges grade his physique? Finally it is his turn to pose by himself. He comes out to traditional Japanese music that becomes cut with fusion of western pop and Japanese style popping in and out here and there. With each pop and change of music, he moves and twists his body into various bodybuilding poses: Rear Double Bicep: Yes it shows off his arms, but folks are murmuring about his back. How incredibly thick and wide it is. His back, his shoulders, his lats all there to make that Christmas tree shape, but somehow is more like and extra wide W. It only gets wider as he moves into a Rear Lat Spread. Dear god! He looks to be nearly as wide as he is tall. This is impossible, and yet there he stands. Side Triceps: Good Lord! Now they're realling beginning to see and sense the size of his arms. His biceps is elongated and somewhat flat in the pose and they can see just how big, how bulging and developed his triceps are. They stick out behind him enough one could lose a competitor's head behind it. It is equal proportionately to his monstrous biceps and makes that arms just swell with power. Side Chest: And that biceps begins to swell just a little as Daikenmio grabs a hold of his own hand and moves into the pose that causes his chest swell up and rise! It's not a chest, it's not a pec shelf, it's a fucking awning that another man could seek shelter under. His pecs just jut out there so full and thick, round and massive. How and why does he not fall over when he attempts to walk.... that's right it's because of those massively thick thighs and calves he has. Front Lat Spread: The crowd goes into murmured whispers and gasps. Daikenmio seems to inflate even larger as he works his way into this spread. His chest is just there. It rises so high. It hangs so low. It's as wide if not wider than his lats. It...these... those are his body part du jour. Huge mighty slabs of concret just sticking out from his body. The crowd is taking bets, wondering if bullets would bounce off of them. Those shoulders are so broad. The lats are right there with them. This man has wings. WINGS! Large enough that he could probably jump from a ship without a parachute, catch enough wind, and glide down to safty. How does he even get into this position his lats. back, chest, and upper arms all fighting for room to be seen and to execute movement. Front Double Biceps: BOOM! BOOM! He just shot off his two guns and they're like something off of a battleship. The crowd is paying attention to them this time around and they gasp in awe and wonderment as the two upper arms flex and rise, swell and grow to be as big if not bigger than Daikenmio's head. The rise of biceps' peak, the fullness of the bellies. The squirm of the veins crossing over the tops, criss-crossing over the pecs and deltoids and running down the cobblestone that is the abs. But those arms, so full and dense looking when relaxed and then POW! the mountains erupt into active volcanoes rising higher and higher in the sky.... ... ... Abdominal and Thigh: Holy crap.... it is mind blowing how huge his other muscles are. It's even more mind blowing to see how tight his waist is in comparison. The harringbone pattern of the interlocking obliques. The straight row pattern of the abdominals. All these little cobblestones working together to form such a perfect road of fitness and strength. All working their way down to the thighs that are huge and inflated. Bloated with muscle. Each one containing massive tear drop shapes in the front and a leg bicep in the back. Oh how inspiring to see all these muscles rolling and bunching... bulging...in just one package of a man. Most Muscular: And now everything pops and lurches forward. He swells that much more as he growls and flexes like a crab. His shoulders popping, his arms expanidng, his chest jutting, his abs crunching, his thigh tear drops snapping into definition and outrages bulge. And then he moves into the victory pose, standing up to his full height and raising his arms and hands high. Now he looks even bigger than ever as it looks like he might be able to reach a stage light and pull it down. The crowd is beginning to go wild, coming out of their shock. He smirks greatly and nods his head as he approves their new found love and respect for him. He does another lat spread to show off his chest, but this time something happens. There is a lurch in his poser trunks. This happens to many bodybuilders. The rush and feeling they get on stage might make them erect, however with Daikenmio this will pose a problem as his cock is so big, but he tries not to concentrate on it and continues his posing. Another pose - another lurch. His cock just grew out more at the same time his muscles seemed to swell bigger. Pose -lurch... LURCH! SWELL! Daikenmio is swelling up even larger and his cock is hanging longer and thicker than before. The crowd is becoming torn on what to do. Some folks are already screaming. Some are beging to run away. Others are still watching this giant man and cheering him on. Pose - lurch - swell. Pose - Lurch - Swell.... POSE - LURCH - SWELL! The more he poses his muscles the longer and thicker his cock grows. The bigger his prick becomes the larger, more dense, his muscles grow and inflate. The more he swells and inflate, the more he wishes to pose to show off his body. The more he shows off his body, the more confident he becomes and the more confident he becomes, the prettier his face is becoming. His face is becoming?!? The crowd gasps as it seems over the course of time, as he has been growing, his face has been changing as well. He's becoming even more strikingly handsome. The ultimate adonis. Women become frozen at a mere look at him. Men begin to stammer as their confindence in the presence of such a huge, handsome, well built, hung man drains slowly away. Daikenmio just smiles and keeps flexing. His dick and balls swell out larger, further, heavier. His muscles bulk up more and more. His arms begin to elong-gate growing even bigger with muscle. And then he begins to stand up even taller. Taller. TALLER! He is growin up, growing out, and growing a third leg. Eventually there is a rip a tear and the audience gasps as Daikenmio's cock rips his poseres to shreds and his balls and cock now hang free. Someone hollers out, "MY GAWD! WHAT AN ERECTION!" Daiken replies: "My cock is not erect." There is a collective "Not erect?!?" exclamation from several people followed by moans and whimpers as several of the staff, the competitors, and the audience have just creamed themselves at the idea that Daikenmio's penis is in a "small" flaccid state. Daikenmio meanwhile has continued to grow and broaden and lengthen and harden....and so his arms have grown almost gorilla like. His muscles are massively huge and powerful. With his cock becoming so big, he looks like a living, walking version of a morph by N. A cartoon of Matt. Overly grown men by Hulum. This he likes and it turns him on. It turns him on that people are cumming at the sight of him and are hopping up on stage now to caress, grope, and feel up his muscles. And this begins the loop cycle Daikenmio is still stuck in to this very day. His cock began to spew forth his seed, shooting semen every which way it was pointed. As it shoots it grows bigger, longer, thicker. Spurt of growth - spurt of semen....spurt...spurt...Spurt... Spurt... SPURT! SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRT! As his cock blows and grows his muscles are still getting bigger and bigger. Larger and fuller. He is becoming muscle bound unable to move for friends or family as his muscles are growing too large and fighting for room to move. His body is attempting to help by making him grow taller now. Taller.... broader.... fuller....thicker... harder...denser... more hung....bigger balled....prettier face....shooting cum.... His head is being held up by his pec shelf, so big and broad are his chest muscles, the biggest thing on him, well except for his cock. That is growing, still growing right now, in a semi-flaccid state. We calculate he might be about only half way to erection and yet his cock has grown so large it is now a length and half of his current body height. That by the way is approximately fifteen feet tall....and growing. Yes you heard that correctly. As I said earlier Daikenmio is stuck in a loop. His cock is still growing causing his muscles to grow, which is causing his body height to increase, which turns him on and turns others on - that's part of a rotating crew that comes in just to clean him up, rub him down, feed him, jack him off. Then that turning him on causes his cock and balls to go off and cum all over the place, which causes his cock to grow and round we go again. We estimate he will break through the stage ceiling in just a few days. A few weeks and that bubble but of his will flatten the entire convention center. But there he is just growing, flexing, and cumming... and if you'll excuse me... I need to go relieve myself by cumming on him. I just can't help it. He is so good looking and built like a god!

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