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As promised, the next chapter. I hope to post something next weekend, so please give me feedback as to where you would like to see this story go. Thank you for all your support Blue Pill Part 11 Chris stood in his father’s bathroom, holding the small bottle of black pills in his meaty hand. “I wonder what these do?!” Without another second to spare Chris downed one of the black pills, excited to see what new growth possibilities would unfold for him. Chris stepped over to his father’s scale so he could weigh himself to see how much the black pill changes him. “I’ll be damned, 240 pounds. That little session with Luke gave me 20 pounds of muscle. Looks like I’ll be paying him a visit.” Chris stepped off the scale and sauntered out into the hallway, bottle of black pills in hand, excited to see how freakishly large he could stretch his body with his new found arsenal. Just as Chris was about to head upstairs, the doorbell rang. “I swear to fucking Christ Stacy, if that’s you, you’d better turn around and run now!” Chris pounded his way towards the front door, remembering the recent encounter he had with his now ex-girlfriend. Chris swung the door open ready to start yelling, but instead was met eye to eye with someone who looked all too familiar. “Derek? Is that you? How in the fuck did you get so big?!” Chris began sizing Derek up from head to toe. They were dead even on height, but Chris knew that he must still have about ten pounds on him. A devilish grin formed on Chris’s face as he slid the bottle of black pills behind his back. “What can I do for you buddy?” Knowing all too well that he was going to use Derek just like he used Luke to get even bigger. “So you wanna come on in and tell me how you got so big?” Derek stepped into the foyer. “You look like you’ve put a little size on yourself!” “Yeah, been bulking up since were towards the end of football season. I want to put on some serious mass for college. What about you though? Looks like you’ve all but caught up with me. How will you be able to swim with all that bulk?” “That’s part of why I came here to talk to you. I wanna try a different sport. I think I’ve outgrown swimming. So I too want to put on some serious size and I thought who better to talk to than the football captain himself.” “Well you’ve come to the right place and I have a feeling you already know what’s going to help you get bigger. Go ahead and wait over in my dad’s gym. I’ll be just a second. Then we can get to adding some mass to that frame of yours.” Chris began thundering up the steps, taking two at a time. Excited about the possibilities of the new black pill he was about to use. Derek walked down the hall towards the gym and stopped to admire his own reflection in the hall mirror. Flexing his big bicep, causing the sleeve of the polo he had stolen from the high school locker room to tear a little. “Fuck yeah, so fuckin hot! I’m gonna get frickin huge!” Meanwhile upstairs Chris went back to his medicine cabinet and grabbed two bottles. He opened one which contained just plain blue pills. Chris dropped one into his hand, “I should probably wait and see what the black pill will do before mixing them. Oh well, fuck it.” Chris popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed. He then popped a pill form the other bottle into his hand, blue with a white stripe, and put it in the pocket of his shorts. “Not only will I grow bigger from the blue pill, but Derek is going to help me get even bigger by being my milk bitch.” Chris laughed to himself at the idea as he began heading down the stairs, noticing Derek standing in front of the mirror flexing. “Man you keep standing there and flexing you’re gonna pop one off” Chris motioned his eyes down to Derek’s massive erection tenting his sweats. “Yeah, sorry. I just can’t help it. Ever since I got bigger I’ve been so fucking horny. All I want to do is grow and fuck.” Derek grabbed on to his meat stick and began massaging it. “I know the feeling brother, but there will be time to fool around later. Let’s get to growing some more. I believe you’re looking for one of these.” Chris held out the blue pill with the white stripe for Derek to take. Derek looked at it for a moment and realized what Chris’s intentions were, but he didn’t want to give it away that he knew. “Thanks man, I appreciate it!” Derek tried to sound excited as he held the pill in his hand. “Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s get this show on the road.” Chris eyed Derek and the pill in his hand hoping he didn’t already know what that pill did. “Sorry man, I’ve just never been able to take a pill without something to drink. Mind if I grab a glass of water? Or better yet, how about I mix us up a couple of protein shakes.” Derek figured he could crush up the pill he was given into Chris’s shake and milk him like Chris had intended to do with Derek. “Yeah man, no problem. I have some shaker bottles up in my room. Protein tubs are in my closet. Will you grab me a chocolate one?” Chris said as he started heading towards the home gym. “Of course, I’ll be right back down.” With that, Derek turned around as a huge grin filled his face. He raced up the stairs, excited to finally grow bigger than the captain of the football team. Chris entered the gym with a sinister smile filling his face as he thought of how perfect everything was falling in place. “When we’re done working out, I might even let Derek worship my massive body and gargantuan dick.” Chris grabbed the 50 pound dumbbells to warm up with. Derek quickly headed into Chris’s room, not wanting to waste any time. He grabbed the shaker bottles on Chris’s desk and headed towards his closet. He opened the closet and grabbed the tub of chocolate protein powder. He put two scoop into each bottle and then crushed the blue pill with the white stripe in his hand and dropped it into one of the cups. So he wouldn’t get them mixed up, his bottle top was orange and Chris’s was green. Derek headed into Chris’s bathroom to fill up the bottles. He turned on the water and filled both shakers up. As he was filling the last bottle up, Derek was once again drawn to his reflection in the bathroom vanity. He observed all the striations and veins running up his arms as he reached forward to fill the bottles. As Derek stared into the vanity mirror, he noticed that the mirror was slightly ajar. He set the last bottle on the counter and reached up to open the vanity cabinet. Inside he found all sorts of pill bottles, deodorant, cologne, aftershave. “I wonder if this is where he keeps his magic muscle pills? Naw, he couldn’t be that stupid!” Still curious, Derek began opening up bottle after bottle and looking at their contents. Only becoming more and more disappointed, he was just about to give up when he noticed two identical bottles in the bottom right hand corner. He quickly snatched them up knowing exactly what he had just found. He popped the lid off of the first bottle to find plain blue pills. “I have a feeling I know exactly what you do.” Derek dropped two in his hand and threw them back, swallowing them without a second thought. He popped the cap off the second bottle and grabbed another blue pill with a white stripe. He crushed it up and dropped it into Chris’s shake with the other crushed up pill. “I’m gonna give that mother fucker a dose of his own medicine.” Derek headed back towards the entry of Chris’s bedroom but before he left he grabbed a baggy zip up hoodie from Chris’s closet and placed both bottles in the pockets of the hoodie. Derek headed back down the stairs, erection leading the way as he hung the hoodie up on a hook next to the front door. “Fuck I’m gonna get so big!” Pre-cum began staining Derek’s sweat pants as he walked towards the gym. “Alright big guy, you ready to get your swole on? You ready to get FUCKING HUGE!” Chris said as he puffed up his chest making himself look as intimidating as possible. Derek looked at Chris with a sly grin as he handed him his protein shake. “Oh, more than you will ever know” Chris, now more excited than ever at what was to come, downed his shake in a matter of seconds. “Alright big guy, let’s get you PUMPED!” Chris headed over towards the bench press, knowing full well that’s where he was going to get Derek to fall into his trap and become his milk machine so he could grow massive. “Alright I’ll start us off with the first set of 350.” Chris got under the bar and Derek stood behind him to spot. “Do you mind tucking that thing, I don’t want to lose an eye.” Chris sarcastically said, eyeing Derek’s massive appendage tenting his sweats. “Yeah, sorry.” Derek reached in and pulled his cock up where its head made a loud wet “thwack” against his abdomen. Chris pushed the bar off the supports and lowered it for his first rep. Rep after rep the weight felt really light. Chris began to think that maybe the black pill was giving him a surge in strength. He pushed through a total of fifteen reps and re-racked the weight. “Alright man, you’re turn. Show me what you’ve got!” Chris, now anxious to see Derek’s pecs pump full of growth serum, swapped places with him. Now Chris’s dick had begun snaking out the leg of his shorts, not really caring, he began to massage the head. Derek, un-phased by Chris’s show of self-pleasure, lifted the bar off the supports and lowered it to his nipples. When Derek brought the weight back up he noticed Chris had begun rubbing his pecs and tweaking his nipples. He watched as Chris winced in pain. Derek knew that it was beginning, and he also knew that sexual pleasure accelerated the process. So Derek flew through the last ten of his reps all while staring at Chris as he rubbed his nipples and his dick snaked further out of his shorts. “Man how big is that thing?!” Derek said, as he got up from the bench. “Fourteen fucking glorious inches of love meat. You want a taste?” Chris said with a smirk on his face. “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Derek said as he smirked back. Chris laid back down on the bench, eyeing Derek’s pecs. Looking for any kind of growth, but all he could see was a slight pump. “Hmm this is weird. He should be growing already.” Chris thought to himself. Chris lowered the bar with 400 pounds now loaded on it and as he did there was a ripping sound. “Finally” he thought, “now I can begin my feeding!” What Chris didn’t know was the tearing sound actually came from his shirt, as his pecs began to grow higher and higher, his nipples began pointing further and further down. “Now’s my chance, if I’m going to do this, it’s going to be now.” Derek thought as he wandered back around the bench. Derek now at the foot of the bench, leaned forward and took the head of Chris’s dick into his mouth. The sudden suction on the head of Chris’s dick almost made him drop the weight on his chest. “DAMN DEREK, warn a guy next time before you just start sucking his dick!” Chris yelled, excited and astonished all at the same time. He began to moan as Derek increased the speed and force of his suction. “Man you’re fucking good. Stacy wouldn’t even attempt to suck it. She said it was too big.” Chris continued pumping out rep after rep, not realizing his pecs were becoming bulbous. Derek popped the head of Chris’s dick out of his mouth. “Well you are kind of big. I’m having difficulty with it.” Derek renewed his suction wanting to get Chris nice and primed. Chris re-racked the weight and it was then that he noticed his ballooning pecs. “OH FUCK MAN! I”VE GOT FUCKING TITS!” Chris reached his hands down and rubbed over his massive man melons. When he reached the bottom he brushed across his nipples which sent a shudder through his entire body as he felt a warm liquid fill his hands. “What the fuck! This can’t be what the black pill does!” Chris said shocked, trying to figure out what he was going to do. “Man you have to drain these. It’s going to take me forever if I try draining them by hand.” Chris said making eye contact with Derek as he looked desperate. Derek didn’t need to be told twice, He let the plum sized dick head pop out of his mouth and he leaned forward and latched on to Chris’s right nipple. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! You have no idea how amazing that feels! Suck harder!” Chris grabbed the back of Derek’s head shoving his face hard into his grotesquely swollen nipple. Derek, loving the sweet taste of Chris’s milk, didn’t mind the forcefulness of Chris’s hand. Derek reached his hand back down and began massaging Chris’s dick as he sucked the milk from his nipple. As Derek drained the milk from Chris’s nipple, he noticed an odd tingling sensation across his entire body. He looked down, and to his amazement, he was growing. Slowly, but he was growing larger. His sweats had started to become saran wrapped to his legs and his polo was starting to be split apart by his engorging pecs. Derek, now realizing the effect Chris’s milk was having on him, renewed his suction on Chris’s nipple. Derek noticed that Chris’s pec had diminished, but not back to its normal size. “Was it? Could it be? I think he is!” Derek couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Chris was shrinking right before his very eyes. Derek was syphoning Chris’s muscles into his own through the milk. Derek’s dick was now rock hard thinking about how massive he was going to become. The first pec was starting to slow down to just a trickle, and in that time Derek had to be almost 260 pounds and quite a bit taller than Chris. Derek quickly looked up at Chris’s face to see if he had realized, but Chris had his eyes closed as he moaned in ecstasy. Derek pulled off of Chris’s right nipple and headed for his left when Chris mumbled between moans “suck me off a little more.” Derek, not wanting Chris to realize what was going on, happily obliged. He took the massive plum shaped cockhead into his mouth and thanks to his more muscular neck, he was now able to deep throat the gargantuan dick. “FUCK ME THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” Derek reached up to the waistband of Chris’s shorts and slid them down over his massive thighs and raging anaconda. Derek then set back to his task of sucking Chris’s dick. “OH FUCK! OH GOD YESSSSSSS! FUCK! FUCK ME DEREK THAT’S AMAZING” Derek reached up and grabbed onto Chris’s left nipple, getting milk all over his fingers. He brought his milk soaked fingers back down and slipped them between Chris’s rock hard ass cheeks. Derek watched Chris’s face for a reaction as he slowly slipped a finger into Chris’s tight anus. Chris began moaning more “FUCKING HELL, FUCK YOUR FINGERS, PUT IT IN ME!” Not needing to be told twice, Derek pulled his pre slicked snake from his sweats and hoisted Chris’s ass off the bench, all while continuing sucking Chris’s dick. With Chris’s ass already lubed up from his milk, Derek pushed until the head of his cock popped past Chris’s O-ring. “FUCK….” Chris moaned “What are you waiting for, put it in me!” So Derek eased in inch after inch sucking harder on Chris’s dick. Wanting to get back to milking him of his muscle, Derek shoved the last six inches of his thirteen inch dick in to the groin. “Oh FUCK IM CUMMING” That was all Chris needed to send him over the edge. Chris blew his load into the back of Derek’s throat. Derek was about to pull off when he felt a strange tingling sensation at the base of his dick. He could feel his dick slowly stretching Chris’s ass wider. As he felt his own dick growing larger, he felt the dick in his throat slowly receding. Chris’s eyes flew open wide as Derek’s cock began to unreel inside of his ass like a firehose. Chris had finished spilling his seed but Derek sucked hard to make sure there was none left. As he pulled off of Chris’s diminished dick he could see that Chris was still left with a modest eight inches. “FUCK! That means…” Derek continued feeling his dick expand inside Chris’s ass making it get tighter and tighter. Chris began moaning all over again as Derek’s dick finally edged towards the end of its growth. “How’s it feel to have the largest dick in the world in your ass right now? All 19 ungodly inches of me!” Chris’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fathomed the mass that Derek’s dick alone must contain. Derek began pistoning in and out of Chris’s ass making a sloshing sound as his ass filled with pre-cum. “I’m so fucking hard right now I feel like my dick is going to burst through my skin!” Derek yelled as he long dicked Chris, bringing the head of his dick to the very edge of Chris’s ass and shoving it back in. Chris began wincing every time Derek shoved it back in. Derek brought his arms up into a double bicep flex. Flexing the mammoth 21 inch peaks. “Open your eyes you little bitch, were only half way. I still have another melon to suck on. Watch me steal the last of your muscles and help me to ascend the throne to become a god!”

Prologue: Link Greg walked over to the youth and, as he got closer, could see the panic start to grow on his face. He kept nervously glancing over to see if Greg was still coming toward him before looking away and trying to seem as insignificant as possible. Finally, when he realized that the hulking man was indeed coming directly toward him, he started shifting and looked ready to bolt. Before the flight response could over-ride the freeze however, Greg was upon him smiling warmly and stretching out his hand. “Hi there. My name’s Greg, I’m the owner. What’s your name?” “K-Kyle sir” He replied a meekly as a church mouse and very dubiously reached out to shake Greg’s hand. As soon as he made contact Greg was able to send a sort of calming wave through his hand to help him relax a bit. This was a trick he taught himself years ago when he really started to pack on size as most people were intimidated or even afraid of him. Kyle visibly relaxed and exhaled as Greg shook his hand. There we go he thought, that’s much better. A quick appraisal of Kyle told Greg that he was about 5’8 and around 140 lbs. Not rail thin, but a lot of potential that Greg was excited to see fulfilled. He’s gonna be a tank. “So Kyle, are you here with anyone else? Friends, family, adoring fans?” The corner of Kyle’s mouth twitched at that last one. “No. My parents were supposed to come with me but they were too busy with my brother’s sport events this weekend.” Hmm. There’s a note of jealousy and resentment there Greg mused. “Oh that’s a shame. How many siblings do you have Kyle?” “6. I’m the youngest.” The 7th son huh? Greg thought. That’s why his aura is so powerful. “And let me guess, all brother’s right?” “Y-yeah! How did you know?” Kyle gaped at him “Just a hunch. I’ll let you in on a little secret Kyle” he leaned in close “I’m psychic.” Kyle continued to gaze at him, mouth agape for another moment before closing it. “Right…” He laughed nervously before looking away. “Actually, I come from a pretty big family myself. I’m not the youngest but I can recognize some of the signs of someone who feels ‘lost in the shuffle’. You’ve got that physicality of someone who is used to just blending into the background and being invisible. Let me guess, your brothers are all into various sports: Football, baseball, wrestling, etc. am I right?” Okay, that was a bit of a cheat but hopefully it pans out… “H-how…” Kyle’s mouth was hanging open again as he tried to determine if this was all some sort of joke. How could this guy know all this? Unless… “Oh… I get it. One of my brother’s put you up to this didn’t they? Their running joke about how I am the ‘runt of the litter’ again. Well I don’t need this…” He turned to leave. “Woah there!” Greg side-stepped into his path blocking him with his sizable bulk. “No joke. Part of my job is to make sure that everyone here has a good time and you looked like you were pretty much the opposite of that so I wanted to come over and see if I could help. No one put me up to this and I don’t want to make you feel bad. Like I said, I come from a pretty big family and I know how hard it is to feel good about something when you have siblings who are all good at something. That’s part of what drew me to bodybuilding was because it was something that none of them were doing and it was all for me. If you want to leave, I won’t stop you but I was hoping that I could offer you a game of bowling since I’m guessing that’s a big reason why you came today and you didn’t seem like you were here with anyone. I’d be honored if you’d play a game with me.” Kyle looked at him for several long moments. He couldn’t explain why but something about this Greg guy put him at ease and he could tell there was sincerity about wanting Kyle to join him. “I don’t want anyone to feel excluded here so all my staff have been instructed to play a game with anyone who asks for them to join. And I’m not above my own rules! Come on, let’s get some shoes and we’ll start a game!” Greg put his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and sent another calming wave through it. Sure, it was ‘cheating’ a bit to use magic to convince him to join, but in the end, it would be worth it. “O-okay. Sure, but go easy on me okay?” Kyle replied with a weak smile. “I was just about to ask you the same thing! I have a feeling you have a real gift for this game where as I enjoy it despite being average at best! What size shoe do you need?” They had both arrived at the front counter with Lily smiling at them waiting for the size shoes she needed to grab. “Oh, a 9 please.” Kyle replied “Coming right up!” Lily said smiling as she went into the back to grab the shoes. Moments later she came out holding two pair of shoes. The size 9 for Kyle and a size 16 for Greg. “Wow!” Kyle said before blushing and turning away. He was shocked at the size difference of the shoes, and after he turned back, head still down, he compared his feet to Greg’s. It was one thing to see the empty shoes, but to see his actual feet next to those of this giant of a man was another. He then started comparing the rest of Greg to his own meek form. Kyle had plenty of experience in feeling small as all his brothers were much bigger than him due to training for their various sports: Football, Wrestling, Hockey, etc. But none of them came close to the man standing next to him. After a minute of staring, he realized that Greg was looking at him expectantly. “I-I’m sorry…” Kyle blushed again and turned away. “It’s okay. Believe it or not, you’re not the first person who’s been transfixed by my body. I take it as a great compliment! Let’s get these shoes on, select the best ball and break in this alley right!” Greg grinned at him in a supportive way and started leading him to an open lane at the other end of the alley. Greg swapped into his shoes quicker than Kyle and began entering their names into the computer for that lane to begin the game. Then he went over and picked out a 16 lb. ball before bringing Kyle over to help him select one as well. After several checks for Kyle’s hand size, and strength of how heavy a ball he could handle best, they found one that he felt comfortable with. “I felt like Harry Potter just there.” Kyle admitted to Greg with a slight grin. “Though instead of waving a magic wand it was curling bowling balls.” Greg grinned at the reference “I hadn’t thought of that! Maybe I should set up a sort of Ollivander’s for people to help them choose their perfect bowling ball.” Greg couldn’t help but grin further internally at the irony and accuracy of that statement. Especially as he started to weave his intricate magic into Kyle’s ball. Time to see this idea of Bryan’s pan out. Have to admit, it is an interesting way of making changes… “So I’m up first?” Kyle asked looking up at the scoreboard above the lane. He looked slightly nervous about this prospect. “Yep. Guests always go first. Just take your time, relax and, most importantly, have fun!” Greg grinned at him as Kyle picked up his ball and walked into position. He took a deep breath and walked forward to throw the ball. His form was… incorrect and as a result the ball veered into the gutter about halfway down the lane. “Well I’m off to a stellar start…” Kyle joked though he was red with embarrassment as he walked back to the ball return waiting for his ball to come up. “It happens to the best of us. Here, let me help you a bit with your stance and release.” Greg got up just as Kyle’s ball came up in the return. Kyle looked like he was about to lay an egg in shock. “It’s all part of what we do here. We’ve got classes to help people with their form and to help them get better that you can sign up for too. This one is on the house.” Greg walked up behind Kyle as he got back into position. “First things’ first: you see those dots on the floor here? They line up with the pins down at the end of the lane. Since you’re right handed, line your right foot up with the pin you want the ball to go towards. For now, we’ll get you set up to send the ball straight down the lane rather than getting fancy and doing hooks and spins on the ball.” Greg motioned for Kyle to line up with the dots on the floor. “I’d recommend going to the one just to the right of the center dot. That way you have a better chance of getting the pins to cascade properly. Next, bring the ball up to almost level with your chin before you start your back swing. This gives you more energy behind the throw.” Greg moved Kyle’s arm in the motion he was describing a few times to allow Kyle to get familiar with the movement. “Last, when you release the ball, allow your right foot to slide behind your left to help keep you balanced and allow the ball to go in that straight line. If not, your body will twist right at the end and the ball will follow that trajectory.” Greg showed him the movement and it took a lot of Kyle’s concentration to focus on the form rather than seeing all Greg’s muscles bunch and flex, especially his ass. “Alright, give it another shot!” Greg stepped back and allowed Kyle to resume his position. “Okay. Line up with the dot.” Kyle muttered as he moved his feet. He took a deep breath and walked forward to release the ball. This time it traveled in a much straighter line and managed to knock down 3 pins. He stood there for an extra moment feeling slightly dejected at his performance and feeling the heat of shame spreading across his face again… and then spreading to the rest of his body. He felt warm all over for just a moment before it passed. “Much better Kyle! Still need to work a bit on your release, but that was much better! We’ll make a master bowler out of you yet!” Greg’s smile was sincere and Kyle felt better. He was right: last time he didn’t get any pins, this time he got 3. Nothing spectacular but it WAS an improvement. “Alright, my turn!” Greg stood up, got his ball and with more grace than Kyle would have believed, tossed it down the lane where it looked like it was going to go into the gutter as well before hooking at the last moment to the left and crashing into the pins causing all but 1 to fall over. “Argh! Not such a stellar start for me either! Guess I’ll just need to pick up the spare!” Guess I’m a bit more out of practice than I thought. On the bright side, this should help put him a bit more at ease. “Pick up the spare?” Kyle asked in mild confusion. “What do you mean?” “Well, if you knock down all the pins on the first attempt, that’s a strike. If not, and you can get the remaining ones on your second attempt, that’s called a spare.” Greg explained. “I never heard of it as ‘pick up’ though. Is that the official term for it?” “Oh! Well I don’t know if it’s ‘official’ but that’s what I call it. Okay, let’s see if I can!” Greg lined up just like he had shown Kyle and threw his second ball of the frame. This time, it didn’t hook but went straight for the remaining pin hitting it almost dead center. “Gotcha!” Greg called pumping his fist in triumph. “Congrats!” Kyle said with a smile as Greg turned to go back to his seat. “You make it look so easy…” “Well I’ve been at it for quite a while. This was my favorite pastime when I was your age. The hours I spent at my local bowling alley… still, we’ll get you there!” Greg smiled supportively at Kyle as the latter picked up his ball for the second frame. “Just relax and focus on your form. Picture where you want the ball to go and have a nice, smooth release.” Kyle followed Greg’s instructions again: lining up, breathing before stepping forward and releasing. The ball travelled much straighter this time and ended up taking out 6 pins. “Excellent!” Greg congratulated Kyle as he turned around. “At this rate I should get them all in just a couple of frames!” Kyle joked as he retrieved his ball from the return. Lining up again he felt confident that he would ‘pick up the spare’ this time. However, as he released the ball, it instead travelled along the same path as the first one and didn’t hit a single pin. Kyle felt that warmth throughout his body again and felt much more energetic than when they started. What he didn’t really notice though, was that his clothes were starting to get a bit tighter as well. At his current size, the extra 9 pounds wasn’t VERY noticeable but it soon would be… “Ah bad luck Kyle. Still you’re getting better with your release. Now that you have the basic motion down, you’ll want to keep in mind your wrist movement. The tiniest shift in your wrist will change the direction of the ball a lot by the time it gets to the end of the lane.” Greg demonstrated on his next frame instructing Kyle to watch his wrist movement as he released the ball. Trouble was, Kyle was having trouble watching the angle of Greg’s wrist as he kept being distracted by how his forearm would bunch and flex with those slight movements. His forearms reminded Kyle of Popeye… huge, thick and bigger than both of Kyle’s upper arms together. Veins snaked their way all along them… “Kyle?” Greg was looking at him and Kyle knew he was focused more on his forearm than his technique. “I’m sorry… I just… Your arms are so HUGE!” Kyle blurted out at a stage whisper so no one else could hear him. “None of my brothers are anywhere near your size so it’s just a bit… distracting. Sorry.” Kyle shifted his gaze again. “It’s okay. Part of how I got forearms this big was in part to bowling. Trouble is, it worked well to build just the ONE arm so I had to focus on the other one that much more in the gym. You will understand yourself soon. Unless you’re ambidextrous and can bowl with either hand?” Greg asked him with interest “Oh no, just the one. But what do you mean I’ll understand soon? It must have taken you YEARS to get your arms that big! I’d be lucky if I could get to a quarter that size.” “So you’d like to get bigger?” Greg asked finally able to direct the conversation to the direction it needed to be. “Well… yeah. I mean, I know I’m the smallest of my brothers and they constantly tease me about it so I’d like to be bigger to get them to stop.” Kyle admitted, though he couldn’t explain why he was telling this near stranger about his deepest ambition. “I can understand that, but you should want to get bigger because YOU want to, not for anyone else. I imagine you’d like to be the biggest of them all don’t you? Put them in their place?” Now we will see just how much I can do for him… “Oh, I’d never bully them like they did me. I just want them to respect me more and if I was bigger, they wouldn’t be able to tease me as much.” Good answer Kyle. Greg thought. Now you can get the full meal rather than just the appetizer. “I’ll let you in on a little secret Kyle: bowling is a very underrated sport to building muscle. Sort of like ballet in that people don’t think of it as a traditionally masculine sport yet it is great for your coordination, balance and muscle control. And this particular bowling alley is even more special, just like you. I know for your last couple of frames you felt a little warm all over right?” Kyle’s eyes went wide at this question “Yeah… How did you…” “Because that was me causing it. See I’m sort of like… a guardian angel. I know… it sounds crazy, but how else do you explain me knowing what you were feeling? Well that feeling was you getting your wish. For every pin you known down this game, you’ll gain a pound of muscle. The better you do, the bigger you get.” Greg saw the complete shift from amazement and wonder to disbelief and suspicion. Typical reaction he thought but soon he will see. “Sure… nice gag… I tell you something personal and you make a joke out of it… I’m out of here…” Kyle said in a mix of anger and sadness as he started for the main counter. “Tell you what, how about we play another couple of frames and you judge for yourself? If I’m telling the truth, you’ll definitely start to notice, and if not, well then at least you had fun playing a game of bowling and it will be the first one of a sport that’s entirely yours. I’m guessing none of your brothers would be big for bowling am I right?” “No… they all had a good laugh when I said I wanted to come here today. Alright, let’s keep going. I don’t believe you but I’m actually having fun so why not see where it goes.” “Good man” Greg said grinning at him. “You’ve got nothing to lose right? Okay, my turn!” Greg stepped up to the lane and threw the ball down the alley to a loud crash as every pin was knocked down in a picture perfect strike. “Ah there we go! Now I’m getting back into the groove! That’s where you’ll be soon enough!” Kyle grimaced at him as they traded places for Kyle’s third frame. All I can do now is encourage him. No more cheats or gentle nudges, it’s all up to him. Kyle lined up, threw and to his own disbelief, managed to knock down 8 of the 10 pins at the end of the lane. This time, he was ready for the warmth and, sure enough, it flooded into every part of him. He could feel his shirt pulling tighter across his chest and the sleeves were now hugging his arms. He looked down and saw his forearms were noticeably bigger than before and he had clearly defined biceps and triceps. He rubbed his stomach and felt 6 separate ab muscles where he used to be completely flat. His eyes were wide in shock as he stared at Greg. “Y-you… you were telling the truth!?” Greg had seen this look before many times. Cautious optimism is what he called it. That desire of the heart to believe fully in the impossible and the reigning in of logic by the brain. “One thing you’ll come to learn about me Kyle: I never lie. Never felt the need to and never saw how it benefitted anyone. It’s all up to you now. We were brought together so that I could give you the opportunity, now it’s up to you how big you will get. Remember: one pound for every pin so you could end up the biggest in your family.” Greg smiled again as the cautious optimism changed into determination. “Okay, let’s see if you can pick up that spare huh?” “Oh I will… just you watch!” Kyle beamed at him as he picked up his ball from the return. Greg was pleased to see his confidence starting to emerge along with his growing body. Just wait until he realizes how the scoring goes when he gets that spare. Kyle lined up and while Greg could tell he was excited to just throw the ball, he took a deep breath and made sure that he was lined up properly. Now that he knows every pin counts, he’s going to have laser focus to make sure he can get as many as possible. I’m not sure who’s more excited: him or me! Kyle stepped forward and released… a perfect line drive to the last two pins. CRASH! They both went down… well the one went up before it went down but Kyle had cleared them and got the spare. He stood there for a moment waiting to feel that warm flush flood his body but when it didn’t come, he turned quizzically to Greg asking mutely what was going on. Greg grinned back at him for a second before explaining: “Since you got the spare, your score is dependent on your next frame. The better you do, the bigger you get. I wasn’t COMPLETELY accurate when I told you it was one pound per pin, it’s actually one pound per point.” He saw Kyle look slightly dejected as he saw his score for a moment before realization hit. “So that means, had I been able to get a perfect game…” “You would have gotten 300 lbs. of muscle added to your body.” Kyle’s eyes bugged out of his head before his face fell just a few seconds later as he realized he wouldn’t get that much and that he might not get very much at all. “Don’t worry. You can still get a very good score from here on out and could end up easily over 300. Just focus on your form and you’ll end up exactly where you are supposed to be. Now, my turn!” Greg stood up and took his shot getting another strike. “Two in a row! Let’s see if I can do that…” Kyle stood up and headed to the ball return to pick up his ball. Glad to see his confidence growing as well. Greg thought. Kyle lined up for his fourth frame and let his ball loose on a near perfect trajectory for the pins. There was a slight bit of spin on the ball though and it curved about ¾ of the way down the lane and caused Kyle to only get 7 of the 10 pins. Looking slightly downcast, Kyle started walking back towards the return when the wave of warmth hit him. 9 pounds of muscle filled his frame now bringing his total to just over 26 pounds. Greg looked on in appreciation as Kyle gasped feeling his body expand and push his clothes to “tight”. Now at a very health and respectable 166 pounds, Kyle was looking much more athletic than he did just a half hour ago and he was only a third of the way through the game. Yep, this kid is gonna be a tank alright. Greg mused imagining just how big Kyle could still get with 6 frames to go. “This feels amazing!” Kyle said as he started to do some novice flexing. “How big will I end up?” He asked Greg with a slight hunger in his eyes. “That’s entirely up to you. I just provide the gas, you’re the driver.” Greg smiled back encouragingly. “Now, go get that spare!” “Right… okay, concentrate” Kyle muttered to himself as he got into position. A few seconds later his ball was rolling down the lane on a direct path to the remaining 3 pins. “Come on!” Kyle encouraged his ball in the last seconds before contact. With another loud CRASH the ball connected and knocked down 2 of the pins. “Oh bad luck Kyle. I was sure you had them all on that one!” Greg commiserated with him. “Unfortunately sometimes Lady Luck isn’t as generous as we would like.” “Damn… I was SURE I had that one. Oh well, still, 2 out of 3 isn’t bad right?” Kyle smiled at him and Greg could tell that he was trying to be humble even though he was disappointed. “Not bad at all! Especially because you’ll be feeling another decent wave right about… now” Sure enough, Kyle gasped slightly as the growth hit him and another 9 pounds was added to his body. Now at 175 pounds of lean muscle, Kyle was entering the realm of fitness model. His shirt was stretching ever tighter across his shoulders and chest as they filled out. His arms causing the sleeves of his shirt to ride up closer to his delts as both biceps and triceps expanded in every direction. Kyle couldn’t help but flex his arms in appreciation of their new size. Greg estimated them to be between 15 and 16 inches now and while not the biggest around, very respectable and a big gain over the size they used to be. Kyle kept flexing them over and over and Greg could tell that he was both admiring the sensation of all the new mass and strength as well as trying to see if he could burst through the sleeves. Can’t say as I blame him though. There really is no sensation that compares to being able to burst out of your clothes. “Glad to see you’re happy with your results so far Kyle!” “Extremely! They can’t call me a runt anymore!” Kyle grinned as he stopped his self-worship session and made his way back to his chair. Greg swapped places with him and sent his ball down the lane with enough force to knock over every pin twice over… however only 9 of them complied with that demand. “Damn… see even I can’t get them all every time!” Greg smiled at Kyle to show him that he wasn’t perfect and that everyone had room for improvement. “Well at least that one can’t hide among his friends anymore. Easy spare!” Kyle encouraged him. Greg smiled back as he waited for his ball to come out of the return. In the meantime, Kyle was drawn back to exploring more of his new body. He reached up to squeeze his now much larger pecs marveling at how full they were and the way they caused his t-shirt to stretch. Then his hand travelled downwards to his abs which were now MUCH sharper than the last time he felt them. He wasn’t ripped to the bone yet, but he was much closer than when he walked in here this morning. Greg grinned as he turned back to the lane with ball in hand. Kyle was right in the fact that it was an easy spare and when the pin went flying, Greg couldn’t help but feel satisfied. “Okay big guy, you’re up!” Greg called to Kyle who jumped out of his reverie as well as his seat. Greg could tell that Kyle was MUCH more in tune with how his body was moving now: how his arms swung a bit wider due to his lats swelling out; how his legs were rubbing together in a way they never had before; how his chest was higher and his shoulders back. It wasn’t a strut, but Greg could see that he was close to that point. Kyle got his ball and realized that it was much easier to handle than before. “Do you think I need to get a different ball? This one is starting to feel… odd.” Kyle asked Greg holding it up before him. “Odd how?” Greg asked “Too light? Fingers not fitting properly?” “A bit of both actually…” Kyle realized that the ball WAS too light for him and without the slightest bit of embarrassment that he would have felt in doing so, flexed his arms again to detail that he had indeed outgrown this ball. “Well the lighter ball is much easier to control, but let’s get you one that better fits your fingers at least.” Greg walked with Kyle over to the rack and they once again began the process of finding him a better suited ball. At last they found one that was a couple pounds heavier and had better finger spacing/size holes for Kyle to use. “Much better. I think this is the one that will give me my first strike!” Kyle said with enthusiasm before turning and heading back to their lane. Sure enough, after getting into position and letting the ball down the lane, he did indeed succeed in clearing all 10 pins. “I did it!” He shouted jumping up, arms raised overhead in triumph. “Congratulations Kyle!” Greg said before high fiving him. “Excellent job!” He felt a great sense of pride for his young friend. Once again Greg could see him getting ready for the next wave of growth before he remembered that the scoring wouldn’t happen until the outcome of his next one, possibly 2 frames. “Keep that up and you’ll be a monster for sure! You might even get bigger than I am!” Greg commented and Kyle’s eye grew huge at his last statement. “No way! Are you serious!? I couldn’t get bigger than you co-could I?” Greg saw the shock in his eyes followed almost immediately by the excitement that travelled from his face down to his cock. Greg grinned at that and was getting almost as excited as Kyle was to see how big he would end up. “Very serious. But the only way to know is to keep playing! My turn!” Greg tossed his ball down the lane turning around almost immediately not particularly caring what the result was. He saw Kyle again in self-worship of his new body almost like he was taking stock before his next round of growth. There was also the uncomfortable shifting to adjust himself as discretely as possible as his cock was now rock hard at not only the growth he had received, but at the thought of how much more he could gain. Greg turned around to give him a private moment and to see what he scored on his frame. Seeing that he had again gotten a strike, he turned back excited to see what Kyle’s next frame would produce. “You’re up!” Greg called once again shaking Kyle from his own thoughts. Kyle jumped and practically ran to the return to pick up his ball and get ready to throw it. He very nearly kept his momentum to just toss the ball wildly down the lane in excitement but held off to get properly lined up for maximum effect. After taking a couple deep breaths, he let the ball go. Greg held his breath as the outcome seemed assured but he knew all too well that it could change. To both of their dismay, the ball only succeeded in knocking over 9 of the pins. The remaining one wobbled for a bit but stood resolutely in defiance of Kyle’s best attempt yet. “Damn… SO close…” Kyle said as he turned around and went to the return. “Well it may have survived this round, but this time, it’s going DOWN!” Greg grinned appreciatively at his enthusiasm. “That’s the attitude! You got this Kyle!” Kyle smiled back at him as he grabbed his ball and turned back to the lane. Seconds later the ball was on a direct course for that pin… then it started curving ever so slightly… “Come on… come on…” Kyle chanted watching owlishly as his ball closed in on its target, only to miss by centimeters. “Damn!” He cried as the ball hit the back wall. However, after the machine came down to claim the remaining pins, the wave of growth hit him and this time, it was a bit of a doozy! Kyle looked up and saw his score show 63 which meant that he was about to crest into the realm of 200 pounds. Almost 30 pounds was about to be added to his body and his eyes bugged out to their largest yet! Kyle gasped as he felt the heat fill his every muscle as they began to expand. This time, he wasn’t able to stop himself from flexing as much as possible as he filled out his clothes (to what he hopped was bursting point). Greg grinned as he watched Kyle expand in every direction as well as the look of pure bliss on his face. Greg knew from experience (lots and LOTS of experience) that the feeling of your clothing getting tighter as you swelled up with more and more muscle was an intoxicating feeling. Still, this WAS a place of business so he couldn’t exactly have a patron shred their clothes to ribbons standing near naked in front of all the other guests… regardless as to the grower’s desire to have it happen! One of the additions to the enchantments was to have their clothes augment with their growth to make sure the subject was still decent… but only JUST so. However, Greg had to admit, that feeling of perpetual Hulk-Out was almost as good as sustaining that feeling just before orgasm… Kyle however was completely lost in both feelings as he stood there flexing and now slightly moaning at the sensations flooding his brain. He couldn’t seem to decide what body part he wanted to flex and explore first. His hands kept roaming across his chest as it added inches and he discovered his ability to bounce them both together and separately. At the same time, he felt how they competed with his biceps as they crested closer and closer to 20 inches. His abs deepening and forming an 8 pack that precious few people are ever able to accomplish. After about a minute, he had to adjust his stance as his legs were mounting up so much that he was in danger of falling over otherwise. Greg could now see the striations of his quads as Kyle flexed them experimentally. His calves were likewise pushing his pants out to their limit looking more and more bullish as the seconds ticked by. “Oh God… this feels… so good…” Kyle was moaning audibly enough for Greg to hear, but not enough for any of the other patrons to take notice. His moans and grunts getting deeper in tone as his neck thickened stretching his collar while simultaneously lifting it up as his traps inched towards his ears. As his growth came to a halt, Kyle was panting in exertion now from trying to bust through his clothes. “How have I not busted out of my shirt yet?” He asked, mostly to himself, but still looking at Greg. “Unfortunately that’s all part of the magic. As much as I know you’re dying to, I can’t exactly have you causing a scene.” Kyle suddenly registered the fact that none of the other people nearby had seemed to notice his miraculous transformation. “Is that why no one has freaked out at seeing me grow?” Greg smiled at him. “Yep. Sort of a perception filter for you while you grow. They won’t notice it and by the time you’re done, they won’t think anything of it, neither will any of your family.” “Oh… OH! That makes sense I guess. It would be a little hard to explain suddenly growing over a hundred pounds bigger in a matter of a few hours! So no one but us knows what’s happening?” Greg was finding it hard to read Kyle’s reaction to this news. Is he happy about it, or sad that no one else can appreciate him growing? Probably both. He thought. Still, can’t cause a riot on the first day. “Just enjoy it. There will be plenty of time for you to show off all that mass when we’re done with our game.” Greg got up and took his turn once again earning a strike. “Alright Hulkling, you’re up!” Kyle grinned wide at this nickname. Greg noticed the pronounced waddle he now had being over 200 pounds on his 5’8 frame. He was solidly in the bodybuilder category now and Greg could tell he was enjoying every minute of it. “Walking feels weird now… everything feels slightly weird now…” Kyle commented as he picked up his ball from the return. He started to walk forward to throw the ball before pulling back. “All this muscle is making it more difficult to throw properly.” Greg laughed at this comment “Does that mean you want to stop?” Knowing the reply before he asked the question. “NO!” Kyle practically shouted looking alarmed. “I just mean…” “I know what you mean. Just take your time and do a few more practice throws like that to feel out everything.” “That’s part of the ‘problem’” Kyle replied with a slight grin “I feel so much MORE now. The way my legs roll around each other; my arm fighting against my lat as I swing the ball. There’s just so much MORE of me now and it’s so new… but I like it.” Kyle grinned again as he turned back to the lane and took another couple of practice throws to adjust for his added bulk. Finally, he lined up and actually released the ball down the lane. It had a slight hook at the end and caused him to only get 7 pins. “Hmm… too much hook. Guess my wrist moved more than I thought.” Greg nodded in agreement and was proud of the fact that Kyle wasn’t completely distracted by his growth to avoid focusing on his form. Kyle retrieved his ball from the return and lined up making adjustments for the remaining pins. Letting the ball loose down the lane, it collided with the remaining 3 pins for the spare. “Woo hoo!” Kyle called as he raised his fists in triumph. “Great job! Few more like that and you should break the next threshold” Greg told him. Looking slightly confused, he added “300 lbs.” Kyle looked astonished again for a moment before a look of determination crossed his face. “That would make me the biggest in the family…” Kyle said out loud though Greg had a feeling he hadn’t meant to. Greg decided not to comment and instead got up to take his turn. Only getting 8 pins, he waited patiently again for his ball to return while watching Kyle pace slightly in their area getting a better feeling for his new body. Still flexing his arms in determination to rip the sleeves, Greg grinned and picked up his ball to finish his frame. After he had cleaned up the remaining pins for the spare, he turned around to find Kyle looking at him. “Are you SURE you can’t just let me bust through the sleeves?” Greg laughed again putting a hand on his shoulder. “Tell you what: you get at least a spare on this frame and those sleeves will be history. Deal?” Greg could easily make the modifications and had to admit the idea of seeing this now extremely hot guy burst his sleeves into ribbons. Kyle smiled back and determinately picked up his ball with every intention of getting a strike. Sadly, the spare was his only choice now as only 9 pins fell to his assault. “Grr” Kyle growled and seemingly subconsciously flexed nearly every muscle in response to the last pin’s refusal to fall. Almost as if he was going to make it faint in shock at the sight of his teenage bulk. “Okay. Relax, concentrate and nail this pin.” Kyle coached himself as he retrieved his ball from the return. Seconds later, the pin HAD fallen, though not from his posing. The ball connected squarely with it causing it to rocket around the area before finally becoming still. “YES!” He practically roared in satisfaction making the nearest people jump in response. Looking up at the scoreboard he found that his 7th frame score now showed 82; another 19 pounds was about to be added to his body! Greg made the adjustments in the few seconds between the ball connecting to the pin and the scoreboard being updated. Smiling almost as much as Kyle at the anticipation of his oncoming growth spurt and added bonus of sleeves being torn asunder he waited for the wave to hit. Kyle stood near the return feeling the warmth spread across his sizable body and was flexing his arms in a double bicep pose over and over feeling the sleeves tightening ever more each time. Without realizing it, Kyle was grunting at the top of each flex as his biceps swelled up past 20 inches… yet still the sleeves remained intact. “Come on… come on!” The flexing was getting faster and harder as he concentrated to get the full contraction at the top of the pose. Being so focused on his arms he was missing out on the rest of his body growing. His shirt was riding further and further up his torso as his chest, back and shoulders were all mounding up larger as well as his arms pulling it upwards. His pants looked pained on now as not only the striations of his quads were visible, but now veins were starting to appear as well. Suddenly the unmistakable sound of ripping was heard bringing Greg’s gaze back up to Kyle’s arms. Kyle had his arms straight out, parallel with the floor looking determined that this was going to be the one. Then, with determined effort to relish this first Hulk Out, Kyle starting to bring his fists up. Greg was supremely impressed with his control, both to keep his enthusiasm in check and savor this, but also his muscle control. Seconds ticked by as Kyle slowly inched his arms up. Greg was surprised that at about halfway he started relaxing his biceps so that he kept the sleeve at its capacity for as long as possible. Greg grinned realizing that he was going to make it explode at the top of the movement and was almost salivating to see it. Damn, he thought, this kid is GOOD… Finally, his arm at 90 degrees, Kyle flexed both arms causing a symphony of rips to reach Greg’s ears. Every fiber in his arms was hardened to its maximum as Kyle was grunting and gritting his teeth forcing each arm to peak. He couldn’t be sure, but Greg felt reasonably confident that those arms were 21” already. The sleeves hanging below the triceps as Kyle seemed almost incapable of relaxing them, nor looking away from them. After several more seconds, he finally relaxed and let his arms fall to his sides, or at least as close to his sides as he could get now that his lats had been augmented too. With effort, Kyle was able to make his palms touch his legs and on contact, gasped and tried to look down at them… only to be greeted by his pecs obscuring his vision… not that he minded that view… “Oh my God… Oh… my… GOD!” Kyle was almost overloaded with the sensation of his new body. Over 220 lbs. of ripped teen bodybuilder muscle was almost overwhelming. If it hadn’t been for yet another addition to his enchantments to keep things PG in a public place, Greg was sure that Kyle wouldn’t have been able to refrain from cumming in his pants at least twice by now. Kyle was groaning lightly as he continued to feel as much of his body as his hands could reach while Greg took his ball and swiftly finished his frame with another strike. Returning to his seat, Greg let Kyle continue his exploration for another few seconds before clearing his throat to get his attention. “Oh… sorry” Kyle looked slightly sheepish causing Greg to laugh. “Don’t worry about it.” Greg replied. “Happens more often than you’d think… actually it happens just about every time…” Greg grinned mischievously at the look Kyle was giving him. “So I’m not the first person you’ve done this for?” Kyle looked astonished though frankly he should have known as much. “Oh no. It’s actually a sort of specialty of mine. I tend to work in the physical spectrum of helping people. Not always in this way, but it is definitely a favorite of mine… for obvious reasons. Anyway, you’ve still got a couple frames left so try to hold off until you get the maximum amount of growth out of it. I have a feeling you’ve still got a good way to go!” “Right!” Kyle said as he waddled over to the ball return. He had a true bodybuilder gait now and his back was causing his arms to swing quite wide as well. He took a few practice throws again needing to adjust for his new size but soon was ready and threw the ball down the lane with what Greg assumed was a bit more force than he was expecting. The crash at the end was profound but unfortunately only resulted in 8 pins going down. Getting the spare on this was going to be tricky, Greg thought, but not impossible. Kyle seemed to be thinking along the same lines as he was staring at the end of the lane analytically trying to ensure he got the spare. Lining up in the lane adjusting not only for the shot, but for how his body was moving with the excess mass, he let the ball go managing to hit the first pin at just the right angle to cause it to knock into the other. “YES!” Kyle and Greg both called out in unison as the scoreboard updated showing 100 in his 8th frame. Another 18 pounds was making its way into his body now which will put him at around 240 pounds. Certainly one of the largest teen’s around with his final frame still coming. With his arms now free of their confines, Kyle seemed to shift his priority from his arms to his pecs, though only just… Kyle seemed determined to feel both as much as possible by crossing his arms (or as much as he was able to at his new, and expanding size) watching and feeling them fight for space as the seconds passed. After a few careful flexes, he started doing squats as well giving him the look of one of those Russian dancers. Once his growth had stopped and he had achieved 240 pounds, Kyle remained squatting while he flexed as much of his body as possible feeling how it pulsed, and strained his clothes. He’s gotten quite a bit bigger than I would have guessed… still believable, if he started lifting at the age of 9… though with a half dozen older brother’s, that is plausible. Greg went to take his 9th frame and ended up getting another spare which gave Kyle another couple of minutes lost in the feelings of his body and the peak of pleasure that precedes orgasm. Sure, it may seem slightly torturous for Greg to keep him on the edge for this whole experience, but it was better that than breaking public decency laws… “Okay big guy, last frame. Let’s make it a good one!” Greg tapped him on the shoulder to snap him out of his haze. “R-right… last frame…” Kyle looked slightly put out by this but he was already at the height of what he could get normally so the spell was going to have a bit of work ahead of it to modify the rest of the world to his changes when he left the alley. Making his way slowly, deliberately up to take his first throw of the final frame, Greg could see Kyle was savoring the feeling of his body even more now. Feeling how the extra 100 pounds of muscle made him move different, FEEL different. He felt so POWERFUL now… bigger than most of his brother’s now, save the one who was a linebacker for the college football team on his way to the NFL. He was by no means the runt anymore! As Kyle stepped up onto the platform to pick up his ball, he stopped, with the one foot raised up savoring how his pants tightened across that leg. Looking down, he could just make out the few inches above his knee and was shocked at how it seemed to explode from the joint. He couldn’t wait to get to a mirror and see just how huge his legs were as he had lost the ability to see them without one a few frames ago. Greg grinned at the sight of him poised there savoring that feeling before taking his first shot. Finally, after an almost indecent amount of time, Kyle retrieved his ball, lined up and tossed the ball down the alley… for a perfect strike! “STRIIIIKE!” Kyle said in almost euphoria. Greg was pleasantly surprised by this but seeing how much he had improved; it wasn’t all together unprecedented. Kyle waited a few moments for his ball to come back up excited beyond belief as he saw his score for the 9th frame update to 120. Another 20 lbs. were guaranteed at the end of this frame and Kyle was almost quivering in anticipation and excitement! Frankly, so was Greg! Damn, he thought, I knew this kid was going to be a tank, but looks like he’s going to be a beast! Kyle picked up his ball, now looking almost comically small in his hand easily the same size as his shoulders, soon his arms are going to outstrip it! Taking several shaky breaths to steady himself, Kyle lined up to take his second shot of the 10th frame. Seconds later, the alley was ringing with the sound of his second strike! Both Kyle and Greg stood rooted to the spot for a moment stunned by the display. Finally, Kyle was able to turn around, slack jawed at what he had just done. Forget beast, he’s gonna be a FREAK! Greg thought. If he gets another strike… But Kyle was already ahead of him. Picking up Greg’s ball he lined up for his final shot and let it go. Before it had made it more than halfway down the lane, he turned around and looked at Greg. Greg however, was unable to take his eyes away from the ball making its way down the lane. For a fleeting second, Greg was sure that some of the pins were going to be reduced to splinters with the force Kyle had sent the ball down the alley but that thought was soon eclipsed by the fact that each pin was blown away making for Kyle’s first turkey and a total of 50 additional pounds that would be added to his body. Kyle seemed to be waiting for Greg’s reaction before he turned around and saw the empty lane behind him. Stunned, not daring to believe what he had just done, he looked up at the scoreboard which had confirmed his final score to be 150. “I… I don’t believe it!” He said shaking and in a voice of restrained excitement. “Neither do I!” Greg agreed as he shifted his gaze from the lane to the soon to be behemoth standing in front of him. The wave of growth that struck Kyle made him fall to his knees. Were it not for the perception spell making everyone ignore them, at least half of the alley would have turned toward them at the moan/growl that came from Kyle. Greg couldn’t blame him as this was by and large his biggest gain and would prove to be a truly Grand Finale to the game. Kyle simply blossomed in every direction. Each muscle swelling faster than before but still at a pace that Kyle could savor and enjoy. Shoulders stretching out wider and wider as his traps brushed his lower ear. Giving in to both of their desires to see a little more of his shirt get destroyed, Greg allowed the collar to rip right in the middle making it into a V-neck as his pecs surged out nearly causing sonic booms. Greg was having trouble telling if Kyle was making all his muscles bounce like that or if it was part of the spell. But each muscle was pulsing every second and making him look like he was growing at twice the pace he actually was. Giving in to his own desire to see more, Greg made a slight change and turned Kyle’s clothes into tight (and getting tighter) lycra. A sleeveless tank top and leggings turned Kyle into an even more impressive and imposing sight. “So HUGE!” Kyle moaned, eyes closed and still flexing each muscle in turn to feel it swell bigger and bigger. “Oh FUCK! Bigger! Going to be MASSIVE!” You were already massive kid, Greg thought, you’re entering enormous territory now. Greg could see, framed perfectly between his redwood size thighs, Kyle’s cock at full mast and throbbing with the need, no DEMAND to be serviced. A beast in its own right, his cock was a mighty appendage to complete Kyle’s ascension into muscle godhood. Unsurprisingly Kyle started bucking his hips trying to crest the wave of pleasure he cock had him on forgetting that he couldn’t cum now. Refusing to stop his flexing to stroke himself (to which Greg was silently thankful for) he seemed torn between the sensation of his body flexing, hardening and growing into its final form, and the mounting pleasure his cock was flooding him with. “Oh God… feels so good… so much pleasure… oh FUCK!” 270 came and went and Greg was growing slightly concerned that the final 20 pounds was going to make Kyle nearly immobile. After all, that much mass on someone that’s 5’8” is going to cause a lot of restricted movement. Might need to give him a bit of height, but let’s see how he feels when he’s done. Some guys like that feeling. 280… Kyle was thrusting a bit faster now as he felt his traps, delts and pecs continue to creep up around his head. 285… His knees were sliding across the floor as quads, hams and even his calves were forcing his legs apart. If he had a waddle before, he’s going to be walking like a penguin now. 290… Kyle gave a deep, prolonged moan as he felt the heat dissipate signaling the end of his growth. He paused in his thrusting and flexed every muscle with all the force he could muster (which was now going to be record breaking for his school) holding his breath to ensure his pecs were filled to their maximum. After almost a minute, he finally exhaled and allowed his body to relax. Eyes still closed, panting like he had run a marathon, Kyle stayed kneeling on the floor waiting for the sensation to abate. Finally, Kyle opened his eyes, took one final deep breath and stood up. Greg was in awe of the teen monster. Ready to take the stage at any contest in the country, including the Olympia, Kyle was massive, ripped and proportional to an (almost) impossible degree. Looking down, Kyle was able to see his change of outfit and made a few experimental twitches to feel the effect of the lycra on his new, truly monstrous physique. He grinned at Greg and started towards the other muscle beast in the room. Greg was truly stunned at the size of Kyle who now was only 20 or so pounds lighter than he was. Kyle stopped less than a foot from Greg looking up at him with a curious mix of confidence and unbelievable appreciation. “I-I can’t begin to thank you enough! This is beyond anything I could have ever DREAMED of actually achieving! I’m bigger than any of my brother’s now and feel almost unstoppable! What can I do to thank you?” Kyle was looking in adoration and with a hint of pleading in his eyes and voice which told Greg he was at least a little afraid that this gift might be taken away if he didn’t show sufficient gratitude. “You don’t owe me anything Kyle. This was all you. For the person you were and the person you are destined to be. Just be the best version of yourself you can be and that’s enough for me!” Kyle smiled up at him and with speed beguiling his size, hugged Greg with all the force he could muster… which was quite a lot at his new augmented size! Greg felt the air being squeezed out of him for a moment before flexing his own sizable torso to counter it. After nearly a minute, Kyle released him and sat down to swap out his bowling shoes for his street ones. “Leaving already?” Greg grinned at him knowing full well that he was too excited to put his body to the test, or go show off for his now “little” brothers. Shame he won’t remember this… “Yeah sorry. Don’t mean to be rude but I’ve got far too much energy now and I feel the need to really push myself in the gym. I’ll let you know how it goes though!” Kyle smiled at him before turning to head back to the main counter to turn in his shoes. “Oh I wish you could, but unfortunately when you step outside, you’ll no longer be protected from the changes.” Greg looked at him, a little sadly. “That’s part of the deal. Just like your family, friends, and everyone else, you will think you’ve always been this big and your memories will change to reflect it.” “B-but… I don’t want to forget! It was so amazing… the feeling of it…” Kyle closed his eyes willing himself to remember every moment, every detail… “I’m sorry but that’s just the way it is. It’s part of the way the spells are made that you can’t remember in order to protect you AND magic from being discovered.” “I won’t tell anyone, I promise! Please… please don’t make me forget!” Kyle was almost crying now. A hulking 290-pound bodybuilder and the same meek boy he was only an hour ago was shining through it. Poor kid… this part always breaks my heart too. “It’s not so bad Kyle, trust me. You might forget about this part, but you’ll get YEARS worth of memories in place of them.” Greg smiled trying to convince himself as much as Kyle the merits of this. “Years’ worth of flexing, lifting, and I imagine hulking out of more than a few items of clothing… You’ll be fine, trust me. Now, you go enjoy the rest of your day and I have a feeling I’ll see you back here soon.” Greg winked at him. Kyle stood there, frozen in shock, or fear, maybe even dread… It was one thing to have his body changed like this but his mind? That was a whole different thing. How much of HIM would still be there after he left? Years’ worth of flexing, lifting and hulking out? That meant he wouldn’t have done the other things he enjoyed… after all, watching most of his brother’s dedicate every spare minute of free time to the gym and their diets showed him that there was very little else after that and school. And to get THESE results? He would practically have to LIVE in the gym and kitchen. Suddenly, part of him wanted it to go away, to give all this muscle back and just be himself again… Something of this must have shown on his face though because Greg looked worried too. “Hey, hey, hey! You’ll be okay Kyle. I know it’s scary but none of this was done to harm you.” “But I won’t be me anymore… not the real me…” “Yes you will! This wasn’t done to change you… well alright it WAS, but just your outside. The person you are, the one you are meant to be is still there. This is simply the YOU that you COULD have been had you taken a different path. It’s a reward, not a punishment!” “How can I know though? What if… what if…” “You become like your brothers? You might become mean, or cruel to them, or others?” Greg looked Kyle right in the eye before taking a deep breath… “You won’t, you can’t. The changes won’t make you a different person, just sort of shift your perception a bit. Think of it like this: You’ve got a GPS in your car right?” “Y-yeah” Kyle responded slightly shaking with suppressed sobs now. “Well what happens when you miss your turn? It recalculates it right? Giving you another path to get to your destination?” “Of course…” “Well that’s all this spell will do. You’ll still be you, making all the same choices you did before, but taking a slightly different route. Nothing will be lost, only gained.” Greg smiled at him again and put his hand on Kyle’s shoulder. Geeze, he thought, even MY hand looks small next to him… “But…” Kyle started but Greg cut him off. “Okay… how about this: I’ll put in a bit of a failsafe. I’ll give you a week and then you’ll be drawn back here. Once you enter, you’ll get this version of you back and you can make a comparison. Side by side of both lives and YOU can decide which one you want. You can stay the teen bodybuilder phenom you are now, or you can choose to go back to your old life. How does that sound?” Not exactly AGAINST any rules, but scraping the sides for sure. Kyle thought for a moment and the knot in his stomach eased a bit. That DID sound better… Greg hadn’t done anything to hurt him yet, and he DID say that he would never lie… “Okay. Yeah, okay that sounds fair enough. Still… it’s hard to give that experience up though…” Kyle said with a slight grin on his face. “One of the unfortunate side effects. All magic has its price, sometimes it’s insignificant to what we gain, but other times it seems to ask too much. And just think of it as something you lending, not giving up, at least, not yet.” “True… Okay, okay then. Off I go to this brave new world. Thank you again Greg. Wow… that seems so small and inefficient to say how I really feel but thank you.” Kyle hugged him again. “My pleasure Kyle. And I’ll see you next week for your evaluation. Just try to relax and enjoy it! Like test driving a new car… only SO much better!” Greg squeezed him one last time before turning him around for the main counter. Kyle walked over, returned his shoes and gave Greg one last look before turning to the door. He’ll be alright, Greg thought. Never had an upset customer yet, and I’m not about to start now! “Well then, now that the inaugural stuff is done, time to see what the rest of the day has in store.” Greg closed out his and Kyle’s game and put the display back to the intro screen for the next customers.

ohh The black pill is for musvle thef OH Chris what did you do.

Another great installment - can't wait to see what happens now

Mmm nice comeuppance, love the action. Can't wait to see what chaos erupts, especially since there's more pills around.

Yes! Oh how he is getting his just desserts now. >;3 <3 I do hope he will be able to get back to his size before the shrinking though after he gets his lesson of humility and all. He can grow but stealing the size.of others AND trying to rape them are big no-no's. >;3

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Hello gents, I hope you enjoy the last chapter of this story. I have included links to the first two parts for your convenience. Some suggested that this was easier than posting all parts in one long piece. See. I listen. Once more, I would love our comments. Enjoy the ride. SeaMusc ==================================================================================== Part I: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/5028-the-impossible-discovery/ Part II: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/5099-the-impossible-discovery-part-ii/ ==================================================================================== Part III The car pulled away from the parking lot. They were both grateful for the Jeep Wrangler they had purchased last year. It at least allowed for the top to be taken off providing Will’s mass to fit uncomfortably inside. Even with the passenger seat pushed all the way back, with Will’s new height and added mass his knees were bunched up almost touching the bottoms of the huge bags that were his pecs. His shoulder jutted out of the side window although he wasn’t leaning. The fantastical lats that had developed seemed to just naturally jut out of his torso at the right height and flowed out of the window where they smashed into the rippling globe of his tri-headed delt. A kiss of veins, as detailed as fine Maltese lace spread webs of intricate patterns over the surface of Will’s body. Skye thought it amazing that someone so unfathomably strong and powerful had such beautiful detail. Looking at him from at distance, you would only see an impossibly muscular and tall behemoth, but if you looked from arms length, the true artistry of Will’s body could be seen in its refinement. Skye looked at Will’s arm pressing up against Skye’s body from the lack of room in the Jeep—his shoulder and triceps were pushing directly into Skye and it felt warm. He was also shocked at the hardness of what he was feeling. It was not human flesh, or at least not the flesh that he knew as human. It was something more. Something forged of a different substance. More like warm movable ironwood. He looked down at Will’s giant hand resting on his own muscular thigh and couldn’t believe the feelings coursing through his body. He wanted Will without any consideration or hesitation, like two attracting sides of magnets. It was sexual. It was sensual. It was beyond those things though. It was a marriage of companionship and partnership. Will had forced himself into the seat of the Jeep and realized that it wouldn’t allow for much more growth, but that was not a concern. When he got too big, he would find other ways to travel--like in a personal bus or something bigger. For now, he loved how the confined space smashed him up against his demi-god fiancé. Although he had the size and strength, Skye had the beauty of something otherworldly. That along with his incomparable mind, Skye matched Will’s strength in different ways. There had never been a more devastating example of brains and brawn and Will knew it. Together they were unstoppable. They didn’t look at each other at all after getting in the vehicle. Will’s hand on Skye’s knee and Skye’s head nudging against Will’s shoulder was enough. Nothing was said. They just felt each other’s space, breathed in each other’s air, completely content. Walking up the stairs to their apartment home, Will followed Skye up. His face firmly planted in Skye’s backside, smelling the scent of his manhood. Smelling his musk and the singular scent of a well cleaned hole, earthy and delicious. He wanted to take up residence there; to have his face fighting for real estate on Skye’s beautiful ass. He followed that scent up the three flights of stairs lead only by his nose. It was too powerful to open his eyes. He would lose control. They both knew that once inside, they would both take off the brakes and be thrust upon a sea of overwhelming passion that would not be contained easily. Skye unlocked the solid wooden door and walked in, carrying the small bag of Will’s belongings. Will, for his part, had to turn slightly sideways to walk through the door frame. He was too wide and thick to make it through straight on. He shut the door behind him and just stood there, watching Skye. Neither of them knew what to do. The first move was up in the air, and as much as they loved each other, there was a certain awkwardness about the next step. They were both so different now. Skye was more independent, more in control, more beautiful, and more ripped. Will was more outwardly alpha, more subservient to Skye, and a fucking massive giant. Underneath it all, they were the same men, and they knew it. But there would need to be a moment of adjustment, as if they were also meeting for the first time. The sentiment of their affection was there, more powerful than ever, but the situation had changed. It took a few seconds of sizing each other up before Skye walked a few steps toward the tower of masculinity that was Will. He walked right up to the beast and his face was only an inch away from the deep ravine of Will’s bloated pecs. He stared up those few inches and whispered, “I missed you.” He spread out his own broad arms and embraced Will gently. His arms barely were wide enough to start to feel Will’s lats because of the massiveness of his chest. For his part, Will just nodded and as Skye hugged him, he simply raised his arm and wrapped it around the shoulder of his best friend and lover. The felt each other’s warmth for a few moments and then Skye took Will’s hand and lead him to the bedroom. They sat down for a brief moment on their bed. Will took Skye’s hand, extended one of his inhumanly sized fingers, and placed it on Skye’s twine ring. “Remember when you proposed, Will? Remember that night? I thought I could never be more in love with you. I thought that it couldn’t get better. But somehow, some way, I feel you as a part of me even more than that night. I didn’t think it was possible to feel someone more. Will, something happened to us while we were apart. Something glorious and incredible. I can’t hear your heartbeat, but I can “feel” it. I can’t read your mind, but I know what you are thinking. I feel that somehow, you are a part of me…a part of my body and mind. I don’t know how to explain it. I have tried to explain it to myself. It’s like trying to explain to someone why they feel that they need to breath: it just is.” He paused a moment. “I am so proud of you, Will. You kept your composure and you owned that place from the beginning. You became something more than you were previously. You became the master of your domain. You have no masters now.” “Except for you.” Will looked up with huge eyes at Skye’s face. “You are more than a master. You are a creator. Now I know how those religious zealots feel. Enraptured with their god to the point of insanity. That is how I feel about you.” Sitting on the edge of the bed together holding hands and Will’s arm around Skye, the titan simply bent his head to the side and rested it on his partner’s shoulder and silence settled into the room. Inside, fireworks were exploding, his skin felt waves of orgasmic energy, his enormous bull balls churned and buzzed with activity. His mind was on fire. His heart rate was increasing. His breaths were becoming steadily deeper and steadily faster. He was giving himself to Skye mentally and physically. Because of his brain’s remodeling, there was little difference between the two for him. His body was reacting because his brain was reacting. Touching Skye was enough to cause tsunami’s of lust and longing to be released into Will’s mind, which in turn forced a physical response. He could feel veins wriggling to the surface and muscles gorging themselves on nutrients and oxygen to fuel their immense need for energy. Will had learned to control the outward expression of these sensations, but he knew that Skye’s words and touch were moments away from unleashing a more improved, more massive Will. His cock snaked across the top of his jock, spitting sweet precum as a lubricant for its ever-lengthening march across his skin. Skye understood implicitly how Will’s body was about to undergo another spurt of growth. He was willing it, sending out powerful emotive waves to Will through his soft caresses and naughty thoughts. “Will, you are holding back. You don’t have to hide here. You know that. Let yourself go. You will never be too big for me. Remove that thought from your mind. Let your body do what it needs to and don’t fight it anymore. You are MINE, kind sir. Always. Forever.” Will pulled his head up from Skye’s well-muscled shoulder and looked directly into his eyes from only a couple of inches away. Their hot breath was all over each other: warm, wet, full of hunger. “I am ready, Skye. I want to grow for you.” “Then let go, Big Man. There are no judgments here. And when you are done with this spurt, I am ready to give you more than you though possible.” Will laid his head back down on Skye’s shoulder and his breath rate picked up. He was almost panting within the span of just a couple of minutes. Skye reached his arm up and placed his hand on the back of Will’s head, giving him comfort. He was beginning to moan, long, deep, and steady. A low rumble full of power and masculinity was streaming out of his thick throat. “Will, does it hurt?” “No. It feels incredible. Just hold me. I can feel it coming.” He struggled for breath and Skye noticed large beads of sweat beginning for form on his brow. The smaller man continued to hold his hand on Will’s head, stroking him gently as a mother would do to a newborn to calm him down. A moan emerged from the giant. He picked his head up and looked Skye straight in the eyes, only inches away from each other. “Put your hands on me. I want you to feel this. Wait…hold on.” Will stood up quickly and tore his tight white t-shirt off in one easy rip. Skye’s mouth fell to the floor. He hadn’t seen Will without a shirt since he had been taken. He was in complete awe of the creature in front of him, trembling, moaning. To say that he looked like a buff anime character come to life would not be exaggerating. Lumps of flesh extended themselves away from Will’s body with violent knobs and ravines of hardness jostling for limited space. It looked as if the mass of meat underneath his skin was attempting to escape; yet somehow, he knew that this was Will’s new relaxed state. He had become so muscular; Skye was having trouble distinguishing typical anatomical landmarks. Joints and bone that are usually exposed, even in the most massive bodybuilders were buried under layers and layers of animated musculature. Fuck, he was ripped and huge beyond description. And he was ready to grow again. The beast extended his meaty paw to his jeans and tore them off in one easy stroke. If Will’s upper body had been jaw-dropping, his legs and ass would cause a full on seizure to any admirer of muscle. Enormous muscular feet supported calves that appeared to be related to two large Easter hams, but much more angular and sharp. Even the muscle running in front of his shin bone appeared to have been injected with some terribly successful muscle fertilizer. His quads had long thick muscles extending from the waist to the knee, all of them as thick and heavy as a normal man’s arm. The thick beef on his legs pulsed and danced at Will’s slightest movement. The veins that typically are seen on very ripped, lean, dedicated competition-class men would seem childish compared to the vasculature on Will’s lower half. Garden hose sized vessels rode atop the living stone they fed. Skye could see the rhythmic beat of blood coursing through those veins as they quivered ever second, at the behest of Will’s heart. Will, happy with his state of undress turned to sit back on the bed. Skye shot him a devious look. “No, Will. Take it all off.” Will returned the evil smile and popped the waistband to his jock off without even slight resistance. His semi-erect manhood throbbed, partially dangling, but beginning to fight gravity—and there was a lot of gravity to fight with a fuck-stick that massive. Skye licked his lips. “Now, get over here.” Skye motioned Will back to the bed. He sat down on the edge again next to Skye. “Put your hands on me. I want you to feel this. I am holding it back…” “You can control it? Damn, Will. I didn’t expect that.” “It’s hard and it takes concentration, but my mind is strong. I can hold back the growth when I wish to. I had to learn that in jail.” Skye was salivating and raging hard. His own large cock fought desperately against the fabric of his shorts. He moved his left arm across his body and placed it on Will’s bicep. He lifted his right arm and extended it out across Will’s mountainous back. He could only reach about half way. The heavy back-steaks comprising the monster’s lats and traps were deep and powerful and imposing, even without exerting effort. He could see the dual ridges of the spinal erectors running along either side of Will’s spine, coursing from his neck all the way down where they dove below the surface and erupted into the huge hard meat cakes of Will’s preposterous butt. He was so difficult to contemplate the size and strength of that fine ass. He would be living in that glorious ass in a few minutes. Fuck. Skye places his right hand on Will’s enormous forearm and the other on his shoulder. They both wanted, no…they both NEEDED skin on skin contact. Will started to groan again and tremble. Skye could feel micro-quakes under Will’s skin. If the muscles could become harder, they did. The lace-like web of veins danced on his skin. And then Will looked in Skye’s eyes. Skye could feel an explosion of volume press out across his hands. He could feel Will’s temperature rise. Will emitted a bellowing groan from the deepest pit of his being. He sounded like an animal. It was the sound of gods fucking, angels masturbating, thousands of warriors jacking each other off. Those things combined sounded like Will’s growth moan. It was SEX and STRENGTH. It was POWER translated into a sound. He never took his eyes off of Skye. Baring his teeth, he growled again and pushed his lips into his lover’s. They kissed, eyes open, as Will’s body expanded and shifted. Skye’s hands never left his fiancée’s He wanted Will to know he was there, with him, comforting him, and mandating him to grow bigger. Before this moment, he thought he would want to watch Will from a safe distance, able to see his entire body change and grow…but being this close, he could smell the hormones pouring out of Will’s skin, on his breath, and in his kiss. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He drank Will in. Kissing him, tasting him, feeling his strength and power expand. And then it stopped. They had been locking eyes since Will had sat back down on the bed. Now their faces were still just inches away from each other looking into each other’s pupils, not wavering, not blinking. Will stood up. “You did this Skye. I feel like a fucking GOD. And this is just the beginning.” The immensity of Will could not be overstated. His musculature was no longer within the confines of human scale. They were both entering a state of complete sensory overload. Gobs of precum leaked from their engorged cocks. Constantly leaking. Constantly. A steady stream of sweet nectar oozed out without ceasing. Will kissed Skye on the mouth again. “Fuck me Skye. FUCK ME and make me grow more. I am ready. I want it and YOU want it more. Together, we are unstoppable. Make me bigger for YOU. Make me stronger for YOU. Make me invincible for YOU!” “Bend over, you giant beast. Take my cock in your ass. Take my seed. It is ready. You are ready!” They were both in a complete state of bliss. Speaking, shouting, moaning without care of consequence. Will, much bigger than only minutes before, was about to be seeded with Skye’s engineered cum. Millions of viruses created specifically for Will and Skye would be released from Skye’s enormous balls and sent into a new environment where they would be able to replicate without hindrance. Every cell in Will’s body would have the myostatin gene cut out. Skye had made certain that other genetic codes would be inserted form increased skeletal growth and testosterone would pour out of both of their testicles in enormous quantities. Will crawled on top of the bed. Being so much larger than Skye, he wanted his fiancée to have easy access to his quivering hole. He wanted this part to be enjoyable for them both. He jutted his ass outward toward Skye who was now standing a few feet from the bed. Will lowered his shoulders, thrusting his muscle cakes outward and upward. “Your ass is so incredibly massive Will! It is the most beautiful thing I have seen, other than your handsome face.” Skye focused in on Will’s tight hole which was now staring at him. One immovable, unblinking eye…an entrance to the body of a god. The doorway to even more SIZE, STRENGTH, and POWER. Skye’s face moved toward the giant mounds of hard flesh that comprised Will’s exposed ass. He moved in closer. Closer. He spit onto Will’s impossibly tight hole and raised his hand to rub the spit into the area with his forefinger. He wanted to lube Will up. He was going to fuck him hard, without mercy, tearing him, liberating his seed into Will’s quivering hole. “Will, I love you. Before this happens, I want you to know that. There is nothing on the face of this planet that means more to me than your happiness.” “FUCK ME SKYE!” the enormous man rumbled. “We are ONE now.” Skye knew that this was true. Maybe it was Will’s newly expanded mind, maybe it was the natural part of becoming so close with a partner…maybe it was just their love for each other. They were ONE. This act forged them together like two bricks of iron in the hand of a skilled welder. Two pieces became one more massive and stronger piece. Skye places his hands around Will’s rippling waist, grabbing onto the immovable mass that presented itself willingly to him. His own cock was throbbing, pulsing, weeping drops of precum unceasingly. Skye’s cock was on a mission. His big monster dick knew what it needed to do and so it pumped massive amounts of lube to the surface. Skye rubbed the tip of his engorged huge cock against Will’s sealed hole. He rubbed pre-ejaculate all around the area. The precum kept pouring out, wanting to do its job in this most-important action. Skye’s cock head was infinitely sensitive to touching Will. When it came into contact with the hard surface, it vomited more precum, and more, and more. Finally, Skye put more pressure on his hands that surrounded Will’s tight hard waist and drove his now-huge cock through the sphincter of the muscle monster, laying ass-end-up on their bed. A low grumble escaped Will’s throat. “Fuck me, Skye. Fuck me, beautiful man. FUCK ME! HARD! HARDER!” Skye was pumping hard and fast. He could feel with his cock the mound of dense tissue that comprised Will’s prostate. He could feel his expanded cock raking across it with every push and pull. Will panted like a bitch in heat each time the head of Skye’s massive penis rubbed against the orange-sized prostate buried in his ass. It felt so good. It felt like every Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve firework show he had ever seen. Skye picked up the pace, thrusting, heaving harder and harder. He could smell the sweet musty masculine smell of sex, of precum, and of Will’s manly hard ass. That smell was driving him wild. He pushed harder. Harder into Will. His own abs, glutes, obliques, and arms were combining forces to drive further and further into Will with more and more force. Will’s hole was being wrecked and both of them wanted it. He was being destroyed from the assault of Skye’s force. He wanted it. He craved it. Harder. Harder. More and more. Skye could feel the pressure increasing in his balls. He could feel the buzz, the churning that signaled orgasm. He knew that he would be sending massive amounts of viral particles into Will’s primed body in a matter of a few seconds. Once that happened, he couldn’t take it back. And he didn’t want to. Will emitted another growl. Skye felt the internal sex pump begin to reach into his balls, pull the seed out by a powerful siphon force, and send the sweet juices out to his hulking partner. He felt powerful waves of cum course through his body, passing through the tight passageways of his manliness and eventually thrusting through his own massive cock and lodging in Will. Waves of cum. Pints of thick sticky-sweet, bitterness. Thick milk. Blasting out. Blasting into Will. Pushing its way into the beast. Making the BEAST more than he had been. Skye kept bucking--rutting Will’s ass. They were two bodies of exceptional power and hardness. Will’s ass did not want to let go of Skye’s massive cock. Skye did not want to leave the cavern that felt like a velvet covered fist wrapped around his tumescent prick. It was comfortable. They both had craved that feeling for so long. Will pulled out. His cock still leaked cum in a slow steady stream. He rubbed the head against Will’s ass again. He didn’t want to forget this moment and neither did Will. Raising his chest up, Will was still on bended knee on the bed. He rotated his gigantic upper body so that his legs and hips were facing forward and his arms could reach out to Skye, who was still behind him. He grabbed his lover under the arms and raised him easily, moving him around to Will’s front side. “Skye, that was amazing. That was the best it has ever been. I fucking LOVE you.” “Me too, Big Man. Me too.” They collapsed on the bed, warm, sweaty, and sticky. A few hours later, they were still pressed together on the bed. It was afternoon now. The cum had dried on their skin and where Will had become the big spoon, his chest and abs pressed up against Skye’s bulging back, the cum had dried into a sort of glue. It felt good. It felt right. “Skye. Are you awake?” “I have been for a while. I have just been lying here, feeling you. Feeling your hardness and feeling you breathing. I have never been happier Will. I have never ever been happier.” “Me neither.” Will reached over to the nightstand and looked for the papers in which he had placed the love letter that Skye had written him on their last night before he was incarcerated. Skye hadn’t moved Will’s papers, so it was easy to find. He pulled it out. And read it outloud… “Last night reminded me of why I love you so much, not that I need reminding. You make me feel like I own the world, and it is because you are mine. I will not take this ring off of my finger for a moment while you are away. My heart is already aching from your absence and my body is already demanding to be with you again. The hardest thing I have had to do in my life was getting out of that bed this morning but I have things to get done before the city wakes up. Know, with every piece of your body, mind, and soul that I love you. I love you far more than I love myself. It comforts me to know that you feel the same way. I can’t wait to build the rest of my life with you. It will be an adventure that is beyond our imagination. I lay awake last night thinking about your proposal and how it was the perfect time, place, and situation. God, you are romantic. I could never ask for a better companion and partner in life. As we embark on this new chapter, understand that everything I have done, am doing, and will do is for you and me.” His voice cracked. A big tear fell out of his beautiful eye and rolled down his cheek. Skye simply looked up at his amazingly massive man, extended his tongue and licked the tear off of his face. It tasted salty, but it tasted like pure affection. Will pulled Skye’s left hand up to his face and looked at the twine “ring” still there. It was ratty by now and starting to show signs of definite age—twine is not supposed to last forever. He kissed his beloved’s ring finger and smiled. “Skye, when will I start growing again? I want to be so big for you. I want to protect you. I want to be monstrous for you!” “I don’t know when your growth will occur, Will. You have the viruses in you now. I have made them powerful. Look what they have done to me! I didn’t know that I could be so ripped and big, but you have so much more potential.” Skye looked up to his future husband and planted a big kiss on his lips. “It will take some time, Will. Genetics take time to work. This isn’t quick. It will be a process. You know that.” They stayed stuck together by their cum glue for another couple of hours. Neither of them wanted to move. Eventually, the sun started setting and Will wanted to watch the sunset from the rooftop balcony. “Let’s get dressed and go upstairs. I would LOVE to watch the sunset with you.” Little did he know that his heartbeat and that of Skye’s were now throbbing together, at the same time and rhythm. They were indeed becoming biologically integrated. Even knowing this, neither Will, nor Skye, would have cared. In fact, they would welcome it. That night they stood on the rooftop. Will was naked, too large for his old clothing now. Skye stood facing west with only his boxers on—and they protested against his skin and growing cock. It was a photogenic sunset and the sky lit up with yellow, gold, red, orange, and violet. It was perfect. Will wrapped his mountainous arms around Skye and as soon as Skye leaned his head back into Will’s hard beefy chest, he heard that their heartbeats were in perfect synch. “Will, our hearts are beating with the same rhythm.” The corners of Skye’s mouth curled up in a warm smile. “I know.” He said simply and quietly. Will was grinning ear to ear. He couldn’t be happier. He was willing his heart to be in synch with Skye’s. They watched the sun set slowly on the horizon wrapped in each other’s warm embrace. ========================================================================================== The morning greeted Skye and Will with its warm orange glow. Their bed beside the window granted them visual access to the warming of the sky and the beginning of a new day. Once again, Will was spooning Skye. Their bodies cocooned against each other. Will heard it first. High pitched sirens coming toward them. He could tell because the sound achieved a higher pitch as the seconds wore on. The pitch became higher and higher. Skye could hear it now. “Ugh. That was an unpleasant wake up.” Skye stretched his muscular long limbs against the beef mountain pressing against him. “Skye…Something is wrong. The sirens are here.” “Well, they must be after someone on this block. Don’t worry, my beautiful boy. You are safe.” Will wasn’t so sure. He felt a knot rising in his throat. Something wasn’t right. He could sense it. A moment later they heard pounding at the door. “Police! Open the door!” The two lovers looked at each other in complete surprise. “OPEN UP!” came the voice again. Skye leapt up and ran toward the door and opened it. “Skye Collins?” “Um, yes.” “You are under arrest for falsification of evidence.” The officer grabbed Skye’s wrist and locked a cuff on it, grabbed the other wrist and put the other cuff on that side. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” The officer kept reading Skye his rights. Skye looked at Will, who was just beginning to rise from the bed. Everything had happened so fast. “Will. NO! Stay there. I will handle this.” Will’s body could feel Skye’s heartbeat increase. He was afraid, and Will knew it. Will walked toward the front door and toward his Love. He would not see his man treated this way. He could destroy these men easily and he knew it. A hot rage began to well up inside of him. “No Will. It will be OK. Stay there. Will! Stay there!” There was not question in Skye’s voice. Will stopped and stared helplessly as his beloved Skye was taken away. The only thing preventing the giant muscle beast from knocking he heads off of those men in one blow was the tone of Skye’s voice. It wasn’t a plea, it was command to stay back, to let Skye handle it. “I will call you, soon. Keep my phone on you. And call your attorney. Have him meet me at the police station.” Skye paused. “Officer, can I have you take this twine off of my finger. It is very important to me and I know that they will remove it, possibly trashing it, at the station.” The officer agreed. The policeman held out the twine ring to Will, depositing it in his massive paw. If there was one thing that Will knew, he understood that Skye had a plan and he would follow it. He could still feel Skye’s heartbeat forcing his own heartbeat to follow. He knew at that moment that he would be able to sense Skye’s condition. He would know if he was in danger. Something was beginning to swell inside of Will. He and Skye had started to become a single being over the course of the past 24 hours. He was experiencing a mix of emotions. Anger: for someone taking his heart away. Power: the feeling had been growing in him for weeks and was now becoming exponentially stronger. Love: He had no limit to the depth of responsibility that he felt for Skye. Worry: Neither of them had any idea how Skye had been found out. Who would have made the connections and how would they have done it? The demand that Skye made, to stay and remain at home, had been made for his own safety and the safety of those around him. He knew that, but his concern for his lover created a powerful and convincing reason to go against Skye’s order. He decided he would wait at least for a few hours. He could do that. The need to protect his fiancée, his heart, his purpose for being soon began to overwhelm him. He felt the surges of growth again beginning to course through him. Waves of orgasmic energy began to mount inside of his chest and radiate outward. He knew that once again, he would grow. He was only sad that Skye wouldn’t be able to see it. He already missed the touch of his angelic creator and protector. His powerful mind was telling him to grow to be able to protect his man. The concern and worry was being replaced by the beginning touches of rage and he was quickly discovering that intense emotions created a triggering environment. He could feel it coming in waves. But this time, somehow, it was different. It was as if he could manipulate the sensation. His mind could control the growth, yes, just as before. But now, he felt like he could sense the viral particles latching on to his cells. His immune system, as robust as the man himself, could approach and destroy the viruses at his command. This would give him exceptional control over how much he grew, where, and when. He was manipulating his growth potential. Somehow, he knew that Skye knew that this would happen. How could he not know? He was brilliant beyond measure. He sat on the bed with his head in his hands, breathing deeply, slowly, forcing his emotions to subside. He wanted nothing more than to embrace the power he could feel pulsing through his body. He wanted to open the gates and lose control, to grow, to become a fucking monster! But he would wait. If those men touched one hair on Skye’s head in a disrespectful way, they would be destroyed. He could feel Skye. The feeling was faint, but Will knew that he was ok. That was all he could tell and it was enough for the moment. However, he was on edge. “FUCK! He started pounding his fist into his open hand. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He decided to walk into the living room and lay on the couch. He often did that if he needed to think. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep his anger in check. Thick ropes of panic were rising again in his chest and his supercharged mind was struggling to keep his concern and worry from triggering an explosion of outrage. A few miles away, Skye was being taken out of the squad car and ushered into the police station. Paperwork was being filed and after a few short minutes, he was being ushered into another car and being taken to the jail…the same jail that Will had been in that very morning. The handcuffs were starting to wear into his wrists. He could feel Will’s angst. The man had barricaded his emotional outburst in order to prevent a tirade of anger and retribution. For the moment, Skye staying calm was all that prevented the beast from exploding in size, power, and strength. He knew innately that Will wanted more than anything to defend his fiancée and would react in extreme fashion if he sensed Skye was at risk. They both struggled to remain calm. Arriving at the jail, Skye knew that he would be immediately allowed a phone call. Since Will had hopefully alerted their attorney, he would of course call home. He needed to calm Will down, to attempt to diffuse any unforeseen problems and he knew for certain that Will was worried sick. After the intake process, Skye was escorted to a phone on the side of the wall in the hallway and given a code to call outside of the jail. He dialed the outside extension number, then his own mobile number. It began ringing. Will jumped up from the couch, the wood frame cracking underneath his enormous round ass. The couch was not built to handle several hundred pounds in the space of a couple of square feet. He moved quickly into the bedroom and picked up Skye’s phone. “Hello? Skye?” His voice was desperate and pressured. “I’m OK, Big Man. I’m OK. They brought me to the jail. I thought I had seen enough of this place, but I guess it will be at least an overnight stay. We can post my bail tomorrow morning. How are you?” “I’m fucking mad as hell, Skye. I can barely control it. I feel like a 2 liter soda bottle that has been shaken for 5 minutes. I am ready to blow. I want to GROW. I need to GROW, Skye. I can’t contain it much longer. It’s taking every ounce of concentration I have to keep myself under control. I’m going to fucking LOSE IT!” “You’re doing a great job, Big Man.” “They took you away. They took you away and fucked up our plans. Have they hurt you? They all better be on their best fucking behavior. If I even sense that you are upset, I will rip that fucking place DOWN in five minutes.” “No one has hurt me, Will.” “You tell them that you are with me. Everyone knows who I am in there and they will leave you alone. They KNOW what I will do to them if a single scratch is on your body tomorrow. They fucking KNOW!” Skye felt himself becoming strangely aroused. His well-endowed cock began hardening in his pants. There was a certain corrupting power that he felt, knowing that he could, with one sentence, send Will into a state of complete insanity and unleash a truly terrifying beast onto the world. Part of him wanted that. He wanted to see the full measure of Will’s transformation being unleashed. Knowing that Will would do whatever he asked was a huge fucking turn-on. He knew all he had to do was tell Will to embrace his mega-alpha status, embrace his rage, embrace his need to dominate. It would only take that much effort and Will would transform into a muscle god of domination, inciting fear and submission from every person he encountered. Skye was getting completely hard at the though. But he wanted to be a part of that transformation. He wanted to orchestrate it. “Will, my Big Man, I am not small anymore. I am a big muscleman myself at this point, remember. I will be alright.” “Well, you tell them anyway Skye, just so there is no question. Will you please tell them? OH…and watch out for a kid named Jesse—he is a squirrely looking young guy. He was obsessed with me and I embarrassed him. He’s dangerous. Just stay away from him.” “I’ve got to go, Will. I have some sleep medication in the cabinet in the bathroom. After dinner, take two pills. It will help you sleep and get some good rest. I will call in the morning and let you know what time to bring the Jeep.” Skye paused and started chuckling. “I don’t know how you are going to fit in it though after that last little spurt in the apartment. You are so fucking hot. I can’t wait to fuck you again. And next time, I want you to fuck me too.” “Damn right. We're gonna stay in bed for days.” There was silence on the line for a few seconds. They both knew that this was just a little snag in the plan and that tomorrow they would be back together after bail had been set and posted. “I love you, Skye.” Will breathed it quietly. “Same here, you big sexy gorilla.” He had a smile in his voice and knew that they could get past this and move on with their lives soon. The phone went dead and Skye was escorted down the hallway and into the main area of the jail. Most of the inmates were staring at him. They were not used to seeing such an attractive well-built man. Skye was tall and thick with powerful muscles. His eyes were bright as gemstones and his blonde hair and clear skin made him look more like an ancient statue of manliness than someone being put into jail. He walked with an air about him. Confident. Secure. One of the guards, the one that had walked him to his meeting with Will in the visitation room a couple of weeks prior, recognized him. “Sir? What are you doing here?” “I was arrested for falsifying evidence in Will’s arrest. It won’t stick. I’ll be out tomorrow. Good to see you.” “Good to see you too, sir. If there is anything you need, just let me know. I’ll be here for a few more hours today.” “Thank you. I won’t forget your offer to help.” Skye kept walking and ended up in a cell at the back corner of the pod. The door was open and no one was inside, although it was obvious that at least one other person was in that 4 bed cell. “Get your bearings and I will escort you outside to the yard. Most of the guys are out there playing ball or lifting…or just getting some sun,” the guard motioned at him with his head. “So you are Will’s fiancée? That guys is one big scary fucker. I’ve never seen anything like him. I know that the other guard mentioned that if you need anything, you could go to him. Same thing here. If you need something, let me know. I want to stay on your boyfriend’s good side.” “Thanks. I think I can take care of myself though. I’d prefer if the guys didn’t know I was Will’s boyfriend. It may cause too much attention. I’d like to just spend the night here and leave in the morning with no incident.” “Yes, sir. I understand.” They walked out to the yard. “There you go. Free time started just a few minutes ago, so you’ll have about an hour to get some exercise.” Skye walked over to the weight cage. Massive men, bigger than himself, thrust the weights around on heavy bars. Dumbbells were strewn about and were being used to pump up the muscular men. Skye knew that every single one of them must know Will. He had mentioned the weight cage and how nothing in there seemed heavy. Skye walked over to an open bench and began to load on 45s. He pulled off his shirt and his beautiful hard tanned muscles met the daylight. He was gorgeous and he knew it. “Hey Goldilocks. You new here?” A large man approached Skye with an angry look on his face. “You don’t lift unless we say you can lift. Doesn’t matter how big and pretty you are. Got it?” “I understand what you are saying, but I think I’m going to go ahead and have a good workout. Thanks for your concern.” Skye lay down on the bench, raised his calloused hands up to the bar. Another couple of the big men had walked over when they saw the newbie defy their brother. “Who the fuck do you think you are, pretty boy?” The first man was apoplectic. “Get off the fucking bench man. You’re gonna get your ass beat.” One of the others that had gathered around smirked. “I wouldn’t mind fucking up that face of yours before I fuck you in the ass. If I punch enough of your teeth out, you wont bite when you suck my cock.” Skye lifted the bar off of the rack. He wasn’t going to be intimidated. He pushed out one rep easily and smoothly as a warm up. He started lowering the bar back to his chest when one of the men wrapped his meaty hand around the bar and pushed it down toward Skye’s chest. “Are you fucking stupid? You’re gonna get yourself killed in here, you little bitch.” The man snarled. A few more men were gathering around the group. The tension in the yard was quickly escalating. Skye remained calm. Although he knew Will would rip the limbs off of every single one of these men for trying to intimidate him, he could handle himself. He was made of stronger stuff than he appeared. “I just want to get my lifting in, man. I don’t want any trouble.” “Well, trouble wants you, you fucking prick. Why don’t you stand up and say something smart to my face!” The man was angry--fists clenched and wild-eyed. The group of men was starting to whoop and holler. They could see an ass-kicking coming any moment and they were getting excited. Although Skye was at least as big as the hardened man, he was also much younger, and much less menacing. Skye’s body had been made in a gym. He was strong, but not street savvy and didn’t have the hard mean look of the other men who had gathered around. Skye knew he was about to get the shit knocked out of him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel that feeling. He wanted to know what it felt like to get pummeled. It was sick and sadistic, but he had never been in a fight and the way he was growing now—and with a titan of a boyfriend to keep others at bay—he didn’t know if he would ever get the chance again. It was almost like a rite of manhood…to be in a fight. This was as good of a place as any. Sitting up on the bench, he swung his leg around and stood up. Adrenalin was pumping through his veins. He was not going to back down. He appeared to remain calm. First, so that the man and his cronies would know that he wasn’t afraid. And second, so that Will wouldn’t feel his emotions changing too much. He wanted to do this on his own. “I would like to get a good workout in and I don’t think that is too much to ask. Do you?” The larger man put his face an inch away from Skye’s. Skye could feel his warm breath hitting him. He stared into Skye’s eyes and didn’t blink. Neither did Skye. A quizzical look passed over the brute’s countenance, like he didn’t understand why Skye was so calm. Then without warning, stepped back, drew back his arm and shoulder, clenched his fist, and connected with Skye’s face. A loud smack of two pieces of meat slamming into each other was heard by everyone within 20 feet. Blood started pouring from Skye’s nose and a smile crossed his face. God, it felt good to feel that pain. It was something new—a new experience. One of the guards, the guard from the hallway, walked over and yelled at the inmates to disperse. Fighting through the crowd, he saw who the big ruffian had punched. “Oh, shit.” He said under his breath. The huge inmate was breathing heavy and looked like he was about to send a gut punch into Skye’s well developed abs. “Hey, Matt. Matt!” The inmate looked at the guard with intensity. The guard stepped over to the man and whispered something in his ear, quickly. Matt looked as though the wind had been completely taken out of his sails. Blood drained from his face. Skye had his eyes closed, waiting for the next punch. He wanted to feel that exquisite pain again. He didn’t know how long it would be until a single man couldn’t physically hurt him. Muscle was growing thicker every day on his body. Already, the pain was blunted and he knew that. So he stood there, waiting, blood pouring from his nose and a distinct mark on his cheek. “Oh my god. I’m a dead man.” The massive brute whispered under his breath. He had fear in his eyes—the fear that comes from accepting a horrible fate. Will would kill him and he knew it. All the guard had whispered was, “The man you just hit is Will’s boyfriend. This is fucking SKYE, man!” Big Matt just stood there, deflated. “Hit me again, you fucking ape. Hit ME!” Matt just shook his head. Skye opened his eyes. The men who had gathered around began to whisper amongst themselves, staring at Skye like he was a zoo animal. “You’re Skye? Will is your man?” Big Matt asked carefully. Skye knew that the game was up. No one would touch him now. He was a little disappointed. “Yes.” “Let the man work out, boys. Clear out!” Matt bellowed at the other men. The others left the weight cage. Only Skye and Big Matt were left. Skye still had blood draining from his nose. The front of his jail jumpsuit was stained with large blotches of crimson. He still had a smile on his face. “I’m sorry for punching you, sir. I didn’t know who you were.” It was obvious that the man was afraid now. “I’m sorry.” Skye was impressed by the hold Will had developed over these men. He had instilled a fear into them that was unquestionable. “I’ll leave you to your workout.” “Hey, Matt. I wont tell Will it was you.” The man just shot a smile at Skye and walked away leaving him alone in the weight area. Skye began loading another couple of plates on the bar. Without warning, a thin blonde guy walked in with a demonic smile painted on his face. “Hey. You’re Skye?” “Yes. I am.” He had begun to lower the bar toward his chest. He looked back at the younger man. Shit. This must be Jesse. “Damn man. I can see why Will can’t get enough of you. You are fuckin hot. I didn’t get it before, but I do now. Look at that ass…and the rest of you ain’t bad either.” “Uhhhh…thanks.” Across town, Will had just eaten a huge dinner. Skye had stocked the fridge in preparation of Will’s homecoming. He was still feeling on edge, but knowing that Skye would be home tomorrow made it bearable. He just wanted to sleep and put an end to the day. It was early, only about 7PM, but if he fell asleep soon, he would wake up and it would be time to go get his man. That time couldn’t come quick enough. He walked to the medicine cupboard and found Skye’s sleeping meds…Skye had always struggled with insomnia. Will took two pills out and popped them in his mouth, swallowed, and jumped in the shower. He knew he would be knocked out in a half hour. Crawling into bed, he felt out to Skye and nothing had really changed. He was there, nervous, but OK. Minutes later, he fell soundly asleep. Skye had just ended his workout before dinnertime. He went into his cell to put on a new set of clothing. “Hey. I’m Skye.” The beautiful one extended his hand to his cellmate for the night. “I’m John. I know who you are.” John was a big fuckin piece of meat. Ugly as sin and built like a tank. “Will was my cellmate until this morning when they moved me down here.” “Well, nice to meet you John.” “You too man. You too. You going to get some dinner now?” Skye nodded and took his t-shirt off. It had become sweaty as he worked out and some of the blood had seeped into it from his earlier altercation. His nose had long stopped bleeding but his face needed to be cleaned up a bit. Dried blood caked his nostrils and there were dark smears where he had tried to rub the sticky red fluid from his face. “Let me get you a wet towel, Skye. Let’s clean that face up.” John turned toward the sink and grabbed a small hand towel, soaked it under the faucet, and returned to Skye. “Will was a crazy fuck. I though he was going to kill me a few times. But I learned to respect his boundaries.” He paused for a moment. “Do you know that he wouldn’t allow anyone to talk about you? He completely idolizes you. People knew your name. They knew that Will would fuck ‘em up real good if they said anything about you. I’ve never seen anyone like Will. He just kept growing and getting taller and more massive. Harder. Stronger.” John’s voice had a thread of lust in it. “Did you like his huge muscles, John?” Skye knew that this was a dangerous line of questioning, but was curious about John. He seemed like an alright guy—helping him get cleaned up and all. “I guess so. Will was just so unapologetically manly. No one would dare go against him. He just had this presence. Kind of like you do…but you are more refined. I can tell.” John held out the damp cloth. “I can clean this for you.” He was offering his services to Skye, but Skye didn’t know if it was because he was trying to stay on Will’s good side or if he was flirting. “You gay, John?” Neither said a word for what seemed like five minutes. It was likely only thirty seconds. John looked at the floor. Skye kept his eyes on him. “I don’t think so. I kinda like both. Women are beautiful and I love playing with their tits. But a big muscular guy like you…or Will…is just so hot. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” “It’s OK man. Thanks for being honest.” He took the towel from John’s outstretched hand and began to clean his face. “Let’s go get some dinner.” “Sounds good. Hey, Skye—don’t tell anyone.” “It’s cool man. No worries.” “And, be careful of this guy named Jesse. He’s young, but his dad has some connections in town. I know he wants to fuck with Will since he had a crush on him and Will completely annihilated him in front of everyone in here a couple of days ago. He’s been planning something man. I don’t like it. You seem like a good guy, so I’m just sayin’ watch out.” All of a sudden, things made sense. Jesse was the reason he was in here. Jesse wanted him in jail with him, even for a few hours. His pulse started to race. What was this little fucking asshole up to? John and Skye walked down the hallway into the mess hall. The scent was clinical—like bleach and men. A strange combination. They took a place in line and Skye kept looking around. If Jesse wanted him in jail, he had to have known that it wouldn’t be for very long. Whatever he was going to do, he would do quickly. The question now was “when?” As soon as Skye got in line, the other inmates ushered him forward. John stood back where they had come in at the back, but when someone in front of Skye saw him (they all knew who he was now), they asked him if he would like to go ahead. “No. It’s alright. I can wait my turn.” But they were insistent. What kind of power did Will have over these men? Fuck. They were parting like the waters of the Red Sea. He saw Jesse sitting at a table about halfway across the room at a table by himself. He was just staring at Skye with dead eyes. Almost like he was looking past him--through him. Something in his mind made him think of a snake that was about to strike. He was calculating, thinking, manipulating. Skye went to an open table on the far side of the room. It was empty. Within minutes, other inmates who had been sitting at other tables started getting up with their food trays and walking over to Skye’s table. They placed some portion of their food next to Skye. Apples, little milk cartons, extra bread…a pile of food was being stacked around him. Some of the men, especially the huge tattooed behemoths sat at the table surrounding Skye. None of them spoke. They were just there, Skye thought to show their respect for Will. John finally joined his cellmate and sat in the seat directly across from Skye. “What is with the guys bringing me food, John?” “It is something that they did for Will. The tried to keep him calm, keep on his good side, by bringing him food. There isn’t much we can do in here to show our loyalties. Food is one of those things. They are trying to tell you that they are loyal to you.” “Fuck man. What did Will do in here to cause this kind of devotion?” “He did a lot of things…just naturally. He’s the biggest alpha I’ve ever seen. You see that doorway over there? Well, a huge solid steel door hung there only a few days ago. Jesse made some comment about you one day and Will went over there and ripped the thing off of its guide rail. He crumpled it up like it was tissue paper. When he first got here, he lifted an entire universal bar loaded with plates with one arm. He was not fucking around man. He never asked for respect or tribute, but these guys fell in line. Even the guards. They are showing you the same respect.” Skye looked at Jesse again. He was only a couple of tables away. Jesse was red in the face. He looked frustrated, angry, betrayed. Skye finished the food on his tray. He then started eating the items that the other inmates had given to him, not wanting to be rude. It was a gesture and he knew it. There was no way he could eat nearly as much as Will. After he was done, he stood up and walked toward his room. Every eye was on him. Entering his cell he lay down on the bed, hoping to relax and have his thoughts to himself for a while. He now knew that Jesse had somehow set him up. That was the most likely scenario. Fuck Jesse. John joined him after a few minutes. He climbed up to his top bunk and remained quiet. “Hey John, I think I am going to fall asleep a bit early tonight. Is that OK with you?” “You don’t have to ask permission of me for anything. You do what you want and I will adjust.” “Thanks.” A few minutes later, Skye had fallen asleep. It was still early evening. A strong hand shook his shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. But the sheriff would like to see you downstairs.” It was the guard from the hallway and from the yard. “OK.” He was groggy, not thinking clearly. Entering the sheriff’s office in the jail, the man shook his hand politely. “Skye, you have only been here a couple of hours, but it looks like you were mistakenly taken into custody. The evidence against you has been deemed prejudicial. You are free to go if you’d like or since it is late now, you can stay for the evening and go home in the morning.” “I’d like to call Will to come and pick me up, sir.” “Sounds good.” The sheriff pushed the desk phone toward Skye and he dialed the number. It rang and rang. Will was sound asleep in a drug-induced dreamland. The phone would not be waking him up. It rang and rang. “I guess he is asleep or busy. I don’t mind sleeping here until the morning, sir. I’ll call back then. Thank you for telling me though. I appreciate it.” Skye returned to his cell. John wasn’t there. “He must be out in the common area,” Skye thought. The men would not be told to go back into their cells for another hour or so. He crawled back onto the bed and fell asleep, knowing that he was a free man and would be reunited with his fiancée in just a few hours. A few cells down, Jesse was busy seducing John. He knew the guy was a fag too. “I wanna suck your cock, John. I’ll make you feel so fucking good man. I’ll make you shoot a gallon of your spunk…and I will swallow every last drop. Fuck my face man. Fuck it!” John was weak. He hadn’t had his cock sucked in weeks and the young thing, Jesse, was begging for his cock. He didn’t like Jesse much, but a warm mouth is better than a cold hand. When Jesse was done sucking him off, he pushed John onto the bed and wrapped his arms around him, soothing him, making him fall asleep—that wonderful post-orgasm sleep. As soon as he heard the snoring start, he carefully untangled himself and made his way to Skye’s cell. He didn’t have much time. The guards would soon be making their rounds telling the inmates to return to their cells for the evening. He had maybe twenty minutes…but you can do a lot of damage in twenty minutes. Just a moment later, he entered Skye’s cell. He was on the bed, sound asleep with a smile on his face. “Fuck this asshole and fuck Will,” he breathed quietly. “FUCK!” Skye felt a sharp pain searing into his shoulder. He tried to sit up in bed but something was tying him down around his neck. He couldn’t shout or cry for help. It felt as if he were being strangled. “You ruined my life, you fucking queer. Will wanted me, but you got in the way.” He could feel Jesse’s mouth talking angrily into his left ear. He couldn’t breath unless he lay still. The pain in his shoulder was beginning to burn and feel warm. He struggled to groan or make any noise at all. “You need to get out of my way. After you are gone, Will is mine! I hope this hurts, you fucking prick. You’ll never see your precious Will again. Sayonara, fucker.” Skye felt another shot of pain. This time in his right arm. He was being stabbed. He was being stabbed! Something was tied around his neck—a piece of cloth maybe. It prevented him from raising his head or yelling out. He was completely restrained, and he knew he was bleeding extensively. He felt the warmth of blood coating his skin. He reached out to Will. Forcing himself against that sensory perception that they shared now. He encountered a wall. Will must be asleep. He couldn’t feel anything from him. He was bleeding and couldn’t breathe. He would not die here at the hands of some entitled well-connected weasel. The thoughts started to come apart, less coherent, less focused. He was losing consciousness. “FUCK YOU, Skye. The last thing I want you to know is that I…I will be fucking your precious boyfriend all too soon. He will need some comfort after you are gone and I am getting out of here soon. I’m going to take your man and make him mine. So fuck you!” At that moment, John walked into the cell. “OH FUCK, Jesse. What did you do? Guards…GUARDS!!!” ============================================================================================ Will woke up with the sun. He had slept so well and felt that morning fog that settles in after taking sleeping pills. He extended his legs and arms. It took him a moment to realize that he was home, in their big bed. He reached over to grab the warmth of Skye and his eyes shot open. He remembered. Skye was in jail. He extended his mind to Skye. “No, no, no, no!” A feeling of panic settled into him. Skye was in great pain. He felt it. He reached out to the pain, stroking it, trying to calm it and take it away. He felt its sharpness and fear. Skye was afraid. He was in immense pain. The fog of the medication wearing off clouded him though. It blunted his reaction. Was he still dreaming? He took a moment and gathered his emotions. “Is this a dream?” Again, he extended his mind to touch Skye’s. Once again…pain, fear. He picked up Skye’s phone next to the bed. His heart was beginning to pound. He could feel something happening inside of him. Something dark and brooding, like a massive thunderstorm just on the horizon. He say that a couple of calls had come in. “Hey Will. I know you are probably asleep. I did tell you to take a couple of my sleeping meds. They are letting me out now, officially, but since I can’t ahold of you, I am going to stay here tonight. Call the jail when you get this and we can set something up. I love you and miss you. I hope you are feeling ok and haven’t hulked out on my already! See you tomorrow morning. Love you.” Next message. “This message is for Will. This is Bellingham General Hospital. We have your partner, Skye, in our emergency department. Please call us immediately.” Next message. “This message is for Will. This is Bellingham General Hospital. Please call us as soon as you are able.” Floods of adrenalin flooded Will’s system. He was on the brink of losing control of his mind and consequently, his body. His hands were trembling as he tried to return the call to the hospital. His fingers were too big and he was shaking to much to hit the right buttons on the screen. “FUCK!” he bellowed. He tried again. He couldn’t hit the button on the phone. He was shaking, trembling. Once more… “This is Bellingham General Hospital. How can I help you?” “I received messages this morning about my partner, Skye Collins. I need to speak with someone about him. NOW!” “Sir, I will connect you as soon as I can.” The voice on the other side of the line was annoyed. Probably some punk-ass new high school grad that had no idea what she was speaking with on the other end of the line. “This is nurses’ station, fifth floor.” “I am Skye Collins’ partner. I received two calls about him asking me to call. Is he OK?” There was complete heartbreak in Will’s voice. “Who is it that I am speaking with?” “My name is Will. I am Skye’s partner. PLEASE, I am begging you. Tell me how he is!” “Let me connect you with his nurse.” Will tried to interrupt and get at least basic information. “Hi, this is Julie.” “TELL ME HOW SKYE IS! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?” Will had enough. He was yelling into the phone. The voice on the other end of the line could sense that whomever she was speaking to was terrified and very upset. “Skye is doing well. We had to give him blood. He lost a lot of it last night, but he will be ok. He should be waking up soon. You should come. Are you Will?” “Yes.” Will was feeling the pains of growth shooting through his body. He didn’t have the willpower or internal controls to suppress them any more. He felt like a volcano ready to spew destruction on everything around him. He was the pressure cooker. He would bring down fire and brimstone. “He kept mumbling your name all through the night. It is obvious that you need to be here when he wakes up if you can.” “I’m coming. Thank you.” Will put on some clothes that Skye had bought in anticipation of his return. They were obscenely tight around every aspect of his body. He didn’t have a choice. He rushed to the jeep and tried to get in. The seat wouldn’t go back enough. “Shit! This just keeps getting better.” He wrapped his hands around the seat and ripped it out of the Jeep, tossing it on the sidewalk. He crawled in. His mass filled 80% of the space. Hard quivering muscles bloated by concern and fear pulsed with anger and worry. A few minutes later, he arrived at the hospital. Pulling into the Emergency Room bay, he jumped out, leaving the Jeep running. “Hey man, you can’t park here!” a hospital worker yelled. He picked up the front end of the Jeep and threw it 30 yards into the parking area. “That good enough for you, dumb fuck?” and ran into the open doors of the hospital. A few minutes later, he found Skye’s room. His presence running down the hallway startled anyone who saw him. Walking into the elevator, he looked at the weight limit posted above the floor buttons. He was close to maximum weight the elevator would lift, but still under by a bit. Enormous and massive, his muscular bulk made its way to the fifth floor. “Julie. I need to find Julie!” He found the nurses’ station. “I need JULIE!” Will’s voice was raised and anxious. He was towering over the small human at the desk. “I’m Julie.” The woman’s voice trembled. “I’m Will. Where the FUCK is Skye and what happened?” Julie, the poor thing, held her hands up, in an effort to calm Will down. “He is just waking up, Will. I can take you too him.” The little woman scampered down another hallway, paused and opened a door. The room was dark. “He’s in here, Will. Please be careful. We have him hooked up to some monitors so he has wires that need to stay in place.” Julie backed out of the room, closing the door behind her. “Skye, can you hear me, sweet man?” Skye’s eyes fluttered open. Will could see the break in his nose from Matt’s assault, he saw purple marks on his throat from the bedsheet that was strangling him. He saw gauze bandages on his shoulders. “I can.” Skye whispered softly, barely audible over the beeps and clicks of the monitors. “Skye, I am here.” The monster, a hulking mass of rippling power and size leaned his enormous bulk over the bed. Hundreds of pounds of upper body muscle balanced above Skye. Will was concentrating on Skye’s heartbeat again. “Skye, our hearts are beating together again. You are going to be OK. Who did this to you? What happened?” “Jesse. It was Jesse.” A white-hot bolt of anger flashed once again in Will. He felt a release of energy so powerful, he knew that he could not contain it and he didn’t want to try. “Jesse did this to you? JESSE?” He was breathing heavy. Skye sensed the change in him. He knew that Will was about to enter a grey area that exists between sanity and the insane. Will’s heart started beating more quickly and with more purpose. He felt Will’s body and mind begin to let go of the trivialities of modern conveniences of size and comfort. That concept was quickly losing value. “Who the fuck cares if I can’t fit into clothes anymore? If I am that fucking huge, no one will fuck with me anyways.” His fists started to flex again. Will could feel his body tensing and stretching, preparing to enter the next phase of his evolution. “Will. I can feel you ramping up. Before you leave and crush everything in your way… John, your old cell mate, he was kind to me. Matt, the giant muscle man of the weight yard—after he got to know me, he was kind to me. Most of the men gave me extra food at dinner last night out of respect for you. Will, know who your enemy is. The rest would follow you into the jaws of hell.” “Believe me, Skye…they would follow you too. I have to take care of this, sweet man. I have to do this.” “I know. I just wish that I could be there to see it. Will, you are indestructible, but don’t forget that deep down inside of this mega-alpha muscle beast, you are a sweet, kind man who I gave my heart to after a wonderful dinner the night you first talked to me at the university gym. You are still that person. Remember that.” Will smiled at his fiancée, the love of his life, the man he would move heaven and earth to please. He grabbed Skye’s hand into his, bent over and kissed him on the cheek. “I will be back soon.” Skye just looked up and smiled. He knew that Will would never be the same man after this. He knew that as soon as he left the hospital, he would embrace the titan he was destined to become. As he left Skye’s room, he saw Julie. “How stable is he? How much longer will he need to be here?” “He is actually very stable. We would like to watch him today, but he doesn’t really have too much damage other than blood loss. He’ll be good to go home later.” Will turned toward the exit and began to jog. He had some business to settle and he would be taking care of that, NOW! He jumped in the Jeep that he had crudely thrown into the parking area. He was holding on to that feeling of growth, pausing it, delaying it. He wanted to unveil himself at the right moment. Only a few minutes later, he found himself on the outside of the Whatcom county jail. He stared at the building and thought of Skye. Their heartbeats were still in synch. He felt it--knew it--wanted it. The dam finally broke. Skye had given his permission and Will reached out to him again, wanting to know if it was all right to tear down his barricades. He felt a reassuring “yes.” Instantly, he closed his eyes and concentrated, turning the growth switches on in his body. He opened up the floodgates of hormones and genes. He opened up emotional channels of anger and outrage. Jesse would pay now. He would pay dearly for doing what he did. Will walked toward the jail, clenched fists, sweating, moaning loudly like a moose in heat. Pulses of sharp lightning pounded through Will’s veins. His body became electrified. Waves of thick dark energy flowed out from his mind into every recess of his body. He opened himself up to receive the blessing of Skye’s brilliant plan. Uncontrollable twitches and jerks of began assaulting his muscles. He was steps away from the main entrance to the jail and he could barely control himself. He didn’t want to have to suppress it anymore, but he knew he wanted the men inside to see his change, especially Jesse. He wanted that little fuck to piss himself. Back at the hospital, Skye felt his heart begin to race. He began to sweat. The same syrupy darkness was beginning to flow through his veins. He could feel his body healing, repairing itself. The connection between the two men was complete, their bodies were in fact, integrated. Skye didn’t realize how much until that moment. He could feel Will’s rage and anger. Skye was angry too and reflected more of that feeling into Will. The feeling of being strangled, the fear of losing his life, the pain of being stabbed in the shoulders—he sent those feelings to Will. Will could feel Skye’s pain and anger building up as well. His pupils dilated and he growled. The sound was so deep and pregnant with masculinity; it sent vibrations into the ground. His guttural growl was more felt than heard. Skye sat up in bed, his eyes becoming wild. He could feel himself gearing up to grow. He didn’t know how, but Will’s eminent growth was affecting him in the same way. He had to get out of the hospital. He had to get to Will. He tore the IV lines and monitoring leads off of his arms and chest. His breaths were shallow and rapid. He had to get to the jail too. He wanted all of them to see him HUGE. He wanted Will to see him grow, and he wanted to face fuck Jesse until his eyes bugged out of his skull. Payback would be sweet. Will could feel Skye beginning to start the growth process and it slowed him down for a moment. He could feel the orgasmic feeling of Skye’s metamorphosis beginning. His cock started to swell, pulse, dance to their two tandem heartbeats. He knew Skye was coming to be with him and to take his pound of flesh from Jesse. This realization made his cock rip out of his already-too-small pants. The tower of manhood could not be contained. It wanted to fuck something and show its power to all of the peons inside…and most of all, his cock wanted to bury itself in Skye’s huge muscular ass. The thought made precum erupt from his gaping slit. Ounces of sweet slick man nectar gurgled up from somewhere in Will’s groin. Long strings of it were threading to the ground. Will’s eyes rolled back in complete ecstasy. The idea that his sweet, brilliant, angelic muscle-stud was about to become a destroyer pushed his enormous cantaloupe sized balls into overdrive. Through his lustful thoughts, he could feel massive quantities of cum swirling inside of his bull balls. Hundreds of whirlpools of thick sticky white juice churning, massaging the insides of his nuts. They were dropping lower, becoming heavier, as he thought of Skye tearing through the walls to do damage on the inside, right next to him. They had always been two sides of the same coin. Will had been lusty, dark, powerful, and an alpha. Skye, the intellectual, measured, sweetheart. In this moment, as Skye rushed toward the hospital, they both knew that together they would be completely unstoppable. It turned both of them on. They were united in one goal and they both demanded more size, power, and strength. They were pinging each other, the signal for growth increasing in its frequency and amplitude as Skye neared the jail. He was wearing XXXL hospital scrubs and looked like a massive surgeon racing down the sidewalk. It was almost comical, except for the determination on his face. Skye could feel his muscles tightening. They were aching for him to release them from their cage. They wanted to expand and bloom outward, assuring an even more massively beautiful and powerful man. He knew what Will had been feeling now. It was hard to contain his body’s desire to expand, to become more than a man. It was like the feeling of being edged…it felt so fucking good. He was edging his growth. Edging his power and strength. Groans of pleasure began oozing out of his mouth as he ran toward Will. He could see the jail up ahead on the edge of the forest. Almost there. Will had turned away from the building and was running at full speed toward Skye. His arms were beginning to lengthen and he looked much like a devastatingly handsome King Kong, long muscular arms reaching down his muscular thickly corded legs. His legs started lengthening as well as he saw Skye running across the field in front of the jail. Fuck, his cock was pumping precum in massive waves. He couldn’t think straight once he saw his man running toward him. He could feel the tsunami of sexual energy erupting from Skye when their eyes locked and he felt an unquenchable craving for his soon-to-be husband. He wanted to pound Skye’s ass, he wanted Skye to pound his. He wanted to suck the seed right out of Skye’s growing low-hanging balls feeding from the fountain of his POWER. Skye’s man juice tasted like salted honey, and he wanted to drink it until his muscle gut was ready to burst. He would suck Skye’s cock until he dried up and then start sucking harder. Fuck! Everything else seemed insignificant. When they reached each other, Will took Skye into his arms, picking him up off the ground. Both of them began groaning, moaning, deeply from the pit of their beings. Hard raging cocks oozed and both started humping the other’s body. “Holy shit, Will. I can hardly control myself.” “It’s my turn to tell you to let go. LET GO, SKYE! Become what you are destined to become!” Will lowered Skye down to the ground. Their cocks kept pumping, standing alert, and demanding to have release. Skye looked into Will’s crazed eyes and Will stared back. In that instant, Skye’s body started to swell. He didn’t gain much in height, but the tight scrubs he had been wearing popped like a balloon. The sound of every stitch of fabric splitting open at the same time was like a thunderclap in Will’s ears. He was salivating at what he saw happening right in front of him. Skye’s torso and legs lengthened and his shoulders grew outward. Immediately, every cut shredded muscle on his body exploded. In a matter of ten seconds, Skye was twice as massive. His head was surrounded by thick mountains of shredded beef. His pecs blew out in thousands of strands, bunching and rippling as he moved his arms. His abs subdivided; each of them becoming so ripped that they showed the same vertical striation pattern that his pecs did horizontally. Will had never seen anything like it. His forearms blew out until they looked as if they were on the verge of popping through the skin, dozens of sinewy bunches ballooned out as they approached his elbows. The guy was inhuman and Will loved it. Skye was emitting deep moans from his throat. Pure pleasure, pure bliss, pure sex, pure power. Deep, throbbing, heaves of sound reached Will’s ears. His own lust took over. He reached out to Skye’s massive cock, grabbed it with his enormous meaty hand, bent his hulking body over and started sucking. He took Skye’s thick tool down his throat in one gulp and Hoovered him, pulling the thick man-seed out of his balls directly. Skye’s growth was slowing down but his moans became louder, “Yes, Will! Suck my big fucking COCK!” He could feel his balls pull up closer to his body in preparation to launch his honey cream into Will’s waiting throat. Another wave of bliss washed over their bodies. They were completely in synch now, each feeling the god-like pure energy of the other. The intensity was earth shaking. Skye threw back his head and Will gave one more deep suck. The giant god-cock that had been gulped down began to pulse and Will prepared to receive yet more blessings from his creator. He was worshiping at the feet of his deity. Eruptions of cum coursed through Skye’s body. His prostate was pumping hard and furiously causing crashing tides of delirious euphoria to slam into both of their bodies. His cum dump went on for over a minute, a tide of manhood and fuck-seed. Will accepted every drop into his expanding gut. He felt warmth spreading out from his distended belly. Skye opened his eyes and looked down at the man at his knees. He felt heavier. He felt HUGE and he realized that he was about the same size as Will now. Fuck, he felt ALIVE. He felt like the mega-alpha that Will had recently become. It was intoxicating. Will was still greedily sucking on his massive cock, draining every last drop out of his balls. They had already started churning again so they could feed Will even more, next time in the hole between his double-mooned ass. He placed his catcher’s mitt sized hand on the back of Will’s head and stroked his hair. He didn’t know what love was until now. Neither of them did. This was something transcendent. At that moment, Skye looked down. Will was shaking—vibrating. He kept his hand on the back of Will’s head. He could feel something happening inside of Will, something planetary in magnitude and animalistic in sentiment. Will pulled his gaping mouth away from Skye’s still-hard dick and looked up at Skye, his pupils dilating even wider. Another groan burst from his throat in a constant stream becoming louder and more intense. The volume built until it sounded like a constant thunder. His eyes were still locked on Skye’s. Suddenly, the hand that Skye had placed on the top of Will’s head shot up. Will was stretching upward. On his knees he was now at eye level with Skye. The never took their eyes off of each other. Fuck, he was growing to huge proportions. Will’s body was blowing outward in great powerful tides. Dozens of pounds of hard meat packed onto his expanded frame by the second. His pecs became so huge, they were pushing him away from Skye by a couple of feet. His traps were creeping up the side of his thick, veiny neck, growing above his ears. The great slope of them descending until assaulting the beachball sized boulders that capped Will’s shoulders. Skye remembered this moment from a dream he had long before this moment. He remembered the two of them in the field and remembered Will growing to incomprehensible proportions. That dream had come true. It was just as he remembered it. Will stood up. He was now a true titan. Even at Skye’s considerable height of almost seven feet, his eyes only reached to Will’s nipples. But the mass was unbelievable. Will had become nearly as wide as he was tall. His lats spread out like a hang-glider’s wings. He was devastating. Skye reached up and placed his big meaty hand on Will’s pec—over his heart. “It’s about fucking time, Big Man!” Their hearts were still beating together. They didn’t even need to speak anymore. They both just knew what the other was thinking, feeling, wanting, without saying a word. “Let’s go take care of Jesse.” Will spoke and it sounded like thunder or a landslide. It was pure unadulterated masculinity. “Yes, let’s.” The two gigantic beasts moved toward the jail. They moved like a wolf pack of two, scanning the horizon, moving with skill and fluidity. Skye could feel the protective possessive nature of Will moving next to him and he realized that Will did indeed want to kill Jesse. “We can’t kill him Will. If we do, then we are murders and we will never be left alone. As big and powerful as we are, we will get chased and hounded forever.” “I want to rip his heart right out of his little weak body. I want to show it to him as he fades away from this earth! He fucked with the wrong guy when he attacked you.” “Let ME take care of Jesse. I want his punishment to come from me.” Will paused a moment. They were near the front of the building. Skye wanted to take care of Jesse, so he would of course stand back and let Skye handle his revenge. “That doesn’t mean that you can’t destroy everything in that building for your own sport. Just leave the little scrawny piece of shit to me,” Skye said. They walked ahead toward the front entrance, naked, erect, and with a frightening determination in their eyes. They walked right through the plate glass doors, not pausing to open them. Will’s width took the heavy metal frames with him as he walked forward. The sound of bricks and concrete being torn from the walls made a loud deep rumbling sound. The officer at the desk looked on the advancing monsters, his eyes popping open. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Fuck me!” he whispered to himself. Skye shot him a look that made him cower. “Maybe later,” he said with a smirk. “Hey, stop! STOP!” The officer unholstered his weapon and fired two shots, both hitting Will in the shoulder. He wheeled around. It felt like a mosquito bite to him. He looked down and saw the bullets on the floor. They had hit his skin and just fell away. The two moved down the main hallway, Skye in front of Will. Although Skye was massive, Will’s height and width were causing lights to be knocked off of the ceiling and moldings around doors to explode when coming into contact with his shoulders. They passed a door: SECURITY it read on the placard. Skye pushed the thick steel door open and walked inside. Panels of screens and recording devices lines the walls. “Will, you want to play in here for a few minutes? All this shit needs to be smashed.” Will looked at his man like he had just been awarded a prize. “Hell yes!” The brute tore the doorframe off walking in. He started crushing everything in the room easily. Skye just stood in the doorway, with a huge erection, smiling. “It should be free time about now. Let’s go out to the yard, shall we?” Skye looked back at Will. This was going to be fun. They walked through the common area. A few inmates were playing chess on one of the tables in the corner. They looked at the massive mountains walking through the area and both pissed themselves. The guards who Will and Skye both knew turned the corner and the muscled beasts locked eyes with them. “FUCK man. That is Will and Skye. What the fuck happened to them?” “Hey, Hey! What the fuck man?” The guards were yelling at the two titans. “We have a score to settle. Please don’t try to stop us,” Skye said flatly. Will saw the opening to the yard and lowered his shoulder, walking steadily ahead. This time he walked ahead of Skye. Pressing his mass into the wall. The entire concrete structure started to crumble as the ground shook. The men on the yard looked toward the sounds as Will pushed through the thick wall. He kept walking, never changing his pace. The inmates stared at the giants, one looking like a blond haired god, shredded and ripped beyond comprehension, and the other crazed with the mass of a long-haul truck. Several of them pissed themselves immediately and others unzipped their jumpers and took their cocks out to beat themselves off. The two giants looked like a perfect mix of sex and destruction. It was fucking HOT. Skye sauntered up to Big Matt, the man who had punched him in the nose. As he got closer, he looked down at the man cowering beneath him. “Where is Jesse, Matt?” Skye’s voice rumbled. Matt knew he was staring at a god, and he hoped god was feeling magnanimous. “There, in the weight cage.” His mouth dropped as he looked over and saw Will using his insane strength to rip the concrete pylons of the fences out of the ground. Skye knew that Will was feeling destructive—for destruction’s sake—and was still angry about his time in that jail. People were backing away from the two who were now on different sides of the yard. Will was walking around, destroying everything he saw. “Hey Will, I found our friend John over here. John wants to suck your big cock, Will.” Will came bounding over to Skye. John had a look of lust on his face. He was one of those who had pulled his mediocre cock out and started wanking at the site of the two inhuman creatures in their midst. He was salivating. “Now John, do you want to suck my dear Will’s cock? He makes gallons of cum. It’s so sweet. I told you I wouldn’t forget your kindness. I haven’t wanted anyone to suck Will’s cock since we have been together, but I feel like sharing today.” He looked to the fucking god next to him. “You want your cock sucked, honey?” The 9 foot tall mountain nodded his head like a little boy and a dangerous smile spread across his handsome face. John was quaking, but couldn’t believe that he was invited by these monstrosities to play with them. Will fell on his insanely muscular knees and offered his cock to John who then opened his mouth and started to work Will’s gaping cum slit with his tongue. “Now don’t get used to this, John. That is MY man and no one drinks from him twice, except for me.” Will moaned. Being Skye’s muscle whore was turning him on like he wouldn’t have believed. He’s do anything Skye asked, of course, and that he was pimping him out to a guy here was fucking unbelievably amazing. He wanted to be Skye’s monster slut, if only this once. John opened his mouth wide to take in Will’s enormous throbbing head. He put both hands around the thick long shaft. Will’s manhood was over two feet long, so he had a lot of room to play with. Thick viscous clear precum flooded John’s hands and he started lapping it off of Will’s tumescence. Skye just patted John on the head, like a little puppy who was pleasing its owner. “Be sure to make my man happy, John.” He smiled down at him and walked toward Jesse. Jesse had been watching the events playing out in the yard and knew that he couldn’t hide. “What the fuck are those things?” He was turned on and he was terrified. As they got closer, he realized that the larger creature was Will. It was WILL! And the most beautiful one was Skye. “OH, FUCK!” He started perspiring. He was dead now. He knew it with certainty. Will was being sucked off by that big gorilla, John. Pangs of jealousy sprouted up in his mind. That should be HIM sucking off Will. “Fuck that John guy. Fuck Skye.” “Jesse!” Skye roared as he got closer. “You tried to kill me last night you mother fucker. I am here to get payback! YOUR ASS IS MINE.” Skye was angry. He was rarely angry, but the ant in front of him had tried to kill him in bed the night before. He walked up to Jesse and bent down and grabbed him by the collar of his jumpsuit. “You wanna say anything before I get started?” “What are you going to do to me?” Jesse was trembling. He saw his life flash before him. “I’m going to make you mine! I am going to fuck you, Jesse. And then I am going to leave you. You want me to fuck you?” The thin man nodded, yes. He did want to be fucked by Skye. He was gorgeous. “You better open that hole up wide. I am going to wreck you for every other man in your life. You will always think of me… and what you did to me. Letting you live, your hole aching for my big fuck-tool will be more punishment than I can imagine. You will never see Will or myself again, but we will haunt your mind. You wont forget this moment, and it will make you crazy with lust for the rest of your life. You will suffer knowing that you had a god cock living inside of you for a moment and it will tear you apart knowing it will never happen again. You may think you are getting off easily here, but let me tell you Jesse, you will be tormented by this forever because you will NEVER have it again.” Jesse was staring wide-eyed at Skye’s cock. It was dripping lube onto the ground in long thick strings. He wanted to taste it and approached to touch Skye’s hard throbbing meat. “NO! You turn around and bend over you piece of shit. You still want this cock to destroy your insides, Jesse? Maybe having the CHANCE to get fucked by this and not taking it would be a better punishment. What do you say?” Jesse could hardly think straight. He was so overcome with lust, his mouth was salivating, and his hole was loosening in preparation to get fucked by the largest cock he had ever seen. “I want you to fuck me! FUCK ME!” He turned around and bent over the table. Skye took his leaking cockhead and rubbed it against Jesse’s tight hole and pushed in. No waiting, no loosening. Jesse yelled out in pain. Will’s eyes snapped open and looked over to see what was happening…he could only feel anger coming from Skye. He realized that Skye was going to fuck Jesse and he thought “Brilliant move Skye. Fuck that piece of dirt so hard, he never forgets what he did to you.” Jesse’s ass was being drilled. Skye was merciless. He knew he could probably kill the guy if he used more than a small part of his strength. He fucked Jesse harder. Muffled moans erupted every few seconds from Jesse’s mouth. It hurt. It felt amazing. He would never be satisfied like this again. His hole would always need more than any man could ever give him. It would be torture for the rest of his life and he now knew it. Skye felt Will about to cum. “Will, let me drink your cum!” Bellowed Skye from across the yard. John detached his mouth and hands from Will’s enormous appendage and Will ran toward his lover. Skye kept pounding little Jesse’s wrecked ass and bend slightly over so he could suck Will off to completion at the same time. He wanted to taste Will, and he had to be sure that John didn’t swallow any of the engineered virus. He clamped his thick soft lips around Will’s swollen cock and took him into his warm mouth cave. Will lasted all of five seconds. Volleys of cum rushed out of Will’s melon-sized balls and into Skye’s hungry mouth. The giant tossed back his head and yelled. It felt so fucking good. So FUCKING GOOD! Skye pumped a couple of more times into Jesse and felt that he was about to cum as well. Will’s orgasm had flipped Skye’s own switch, the waves of pleasure ripping through Will’s mind spread out to his partner. He pulled out of Jesse, leaving a gaping open hole, quivering, begging for more. The cool air of outside licked the insides of Jesse as it rushed in after Skye removed himself. Jesse had never felt so empty. “If I can’t feel that again, maybe I wish I were dead,” he thought to himself. Will cleaned off Skye’s fuck-stick with spit and his hand. He polished Skye’s knob and Skye shuttered. Kneeling again on his knees, Will took Skye once again into his mouth. He wanted that sweet caramel-y nectar to flood his stomach. “You ready to grow again Will? You ready to get bigger, my Big Man?” The orgasm once again exploded vast quantities of jism out of Skye and into Will’s waiting stomach. “Fuck, ya. Take it all in Will. You’re gonna keep growing until we tell your body to stop. Drink up.” Skye had planned that Will would continue to grow until they both were injected with an immunoglobulin that Skye had engineered to halt the viral infection that was causing their growth. With the viruses incapacitated, they could chose how big, strong, and powerful they would each become. That time would come, but it wouldn’t be now. There was still a lot of growing to do. They looked around the jail yard. It looked like dozens of men had been involved in a massive circle-jerk. Cum was everywhere. Men were still jerking off at the site of Will and Skye’s conquest of two inmates and the incredibly hot visual of Will sucking off Skye. The entire place smelled of fresh air, cum, and manhood. It was perfect. The two beasts walked toward the large opening that Will had made to get to the yard. They walked, hand in hand, down the corridor to get back outside, Skye walking ahead when the hallway narrowed. They reached the front entrance where the entire entryway had been destroyed. They could hear sirens in the distance, no doubt making their way to the jail. The guard that had offered to help Skye the day before rushed up behind them. “Hey Will, Skye. We lost our CCT feed so nothing you’ve done here was recorded. I don’t know how that happened." Skye smiled. “I wanted to give this to you. It’s my cousin's phone number. He and his boyfriend are, ummmm...different…like you two. Something happened to him not very long ago—kind of the same thing I guess. They are both fucking huge. Almost as big as you. He lives a few hours away on his family farm with his boyfriend. I think that they could help you or at least give you a place to stay while you figure things out.” The guard extended a sheet of paper out to them. Skye took it and looked down. Written in blue ink it simply said: Cliff and Shane: (509) 555-1212 =================================================================================================== * for those of you who have not read the my first story, the reference to Cliff and Shane will be missed, but believe me, it is an important reference for the future :-) I put a link here to that story below. https://muscle-growth.org/topic/4889-shane-complete-pts-1-3/

Hey guys, I accidentally posted this is the wrong place, but I 'm leaving it here now. So I got a decent amount of good responses from my last real life muscle experience called College Locker Room Heat. Here’s the link to it if you haven’t read it. https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8409-college-locker-room-heat/#comment-85672 A few little things have happened since then, but since things have died down (not many muscle interactions lately), I will begin to dip into fantasy and create a few stories involving more interactions with myself and my gym buddy. Who knows, maybe they will come true one day. Here’s the first new story. Btw I didn’t put my gym buddies name but let’s call him Troy. Also, just so you know; Troy is White about 5 ft 8, brown hair, weights about 170. The narrator is Black 5 ft 5 and 150 pds. More Growth is to come. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gym Class. Monday Afternoon: Chest day Part 1 I walk into the gym after 2 and a half hours of classes. I’m pumped! I downed 2 shots of pre-workout on the walk over and I’m already feeling it. My hands and arms are already tingling as I make my way past the basketball court. I turn left and go into the locker room. As soon as I walk in my heart skips a beat. Troy, he’s here again. He immediately sees me as I walk in. “Hey bud,” he says. He looks at me with wide eyes and a warm smile. “Hey man,” I say. He’s fully clothed but his shorts and gym shirts are sitting in a pile on the bench in front of him. I walk up to the bench and take off my backpack, setting it down on the floor by the bench. “So when are we going for that run, man?” he says this as I reach into my bag. I take out a tank and a pair of joggers. “Oh yeah,” I say. I hadn’t forgotten, but I didn’t think he was being serious when he asked the first time. “How about tomorrow–morning?” He begins to take off his shirt and my breath catches a little as it slips up. His abs are a little more pronounced than before. His shirt slips completely off revealing his pecs and massive traps. He’s gotten a little bigger since our last gym sesh. “That sounds good, man. I’ll definitely text you and remind you around 9 tomorrow.” “Sounds good to me,” I say. He starts to take of his pants and I strip my shirt to change into my tank. His eyes flicker to my pecs and I notice. A sense of pride swells up inside me and I have to stop myself from smiling. I had gotten a lot stronger this month. My bench had gone up from 145 pounds to 155 in the past month and I knew he noticed. I doubted he would say anything though. “Man! You’re looking huge. Your chest is really growing.” He walks a little closer to check me out and my pride swells even more. He’s still shirtless and in his boxers. His pecs and thick shoulder muscles look even better up close. I look down at his massive pecs. There are little hairs around his nips and I imagine what the stocky muscle underneath feels like. I can’t believe he’s mirin me when he looks so huge. “Dude!” I say. “You are way bigger than I am. I know you weigh like 170 and I just hit 150 pounds!” “Nah man, you are catching up. I mean look at these arms!” he says this and grabs my bicep. “Flex for me bro.” What the hell is happening? I think this but I decide to flex anyway. I can’t believe he is touching me. I flex my arm and my relaxed biceps turn into hard rocks. He gives them a good squeeze and says, “Yeah man, that’s strength right there. Your arms are almost as huge as mine and I need to bulk up before you’re as strong as me.” Troy’s unsubtle hint at a competition got me way more pumped. The pre-workout was flowing through my veins now. I’m ready to workout and get this chest pumped! He looks down at my watch and sees the time. “2 o’clock. Shit, it’s time for class, bro.” He lets go of my arm and gives my traps one last slap. “Damn. Man! Getting big!” he says. He walks back over to his clothes and slip them on. I finish getting dressed and we make our way to the locker room door. He slaps me on the back. “Nice back gains, bro.” I smile. He’s mirin me so hard. I can’t wait until we start lifting. He’s gonna love my pump… To be continued.

I bet Derek's dick is long enough for some self-sucking action! Would love to see that. And much more extreme growth!

I hope to have chapter 11 up later today. I still have to do meal prep for the week, so it won't be until later.

Thought I'd give writing a story a try! Josh was always a tiny guy. With his last major growth spurt at twenty leaving him at a paltry 5'7, 120 pounds, he was the definition of a twig, one you could easily snap down to puny size. At home, he was pretty average, invisible even, his loosely clothes form quickly dodging through the hallways from class to class. College was a different story. At a school known nationally for its large athlete population (a place he attended solely for it's generous scholarships), Josh was extremely undersized. Sitting in his lecture classes, he was surrounded by the tall, ripped frames of soccer, lacrosse, and football stars, their bulky arms pushing their sleeves to the limits. They were superhuman, supermen, and they were in abundance. Josh felt their shadows eclipse him everywhere he went, and every time he had to slide his belt over his skinny waist, he dreamed of swelling up to their size, being ripped and strong. Fuck, even having nice abs would be nice. He wanted to transform. And so, he began heading to the 24 hour gym each night, sheepishly working out long after the behemoths called it a night. He made progress. Slowly, over the weeks and months, his belly hardened into a six pack, his biceps tightened and formed, and his chest looked firm. His clothes were less baggy. However, weighing himself he was still hovering at 135 pounds, his high metabolism making him toned, but not big. Late one night he moved to the gym mirror, flexing his arms. Nice for skinny guy, he thought. He scowled. He saw how the big guys ate in the cafeteria, eating so much food that fueled their size. He tried eating that much, but nearly made himself sick, the food becoming an impossible, mountainous obstacle. Josh took a sip of water, and headed out of the gym, the cold evening air hitting him in the face. He sulked across campus passing the rows of posterboards announcing the club meetings, sporting events, and other activities that turned campus into a frenzied mass of activity. His eyes quickly scanned a black flyer, something on it catching his eyes. He walked up to the board, pulling it off the cork: "Society of Transformational Hypnotists: Visualize Your Dreams at Our Weekly Friday Meetings!" Josh stared at the paper. Ignoring the fact that this probably wasn't a school approved club, maybe they could help him out. Putting the flyer in his pocket, he made a mental note to visit the group. Friday came and Josh soon found himself outside an off-campus house, flyer in hand. Looking around and seeing the street deserted, he gulped nervously before ringing the doorbell. The doorbell echoed for a while before the door pulled open, revealing a tall, cheery upperclassmen in jeans a t-shirt. Definitely not the creepy image Josh was expecting. "Hey, are you here for the hypnosis meeting?," the man said cheerfully.rnrn-"uhh yea. Am I allowed? -"Of course. We rarely get visitors. I'm Ryan, by the way." -"Josh. And Cool. I mean, I don't think I want to learn, but maybe you could help me with a problem." Ryan stares at Josh. "You wanna get bigger?," He says. -"Can you read my mind?" Ryan laughs. "No, I see you in the gym every night. You look really focused. Anyway, come on in!" The tall guy leads the way down the hallway, entering a small, but comfortable living room. He motions for Josh to lie on the sofa, while he sits in an armchair near him. Another guy walks in, heavyset, spotting Josh. "Who's that?" He asks. "Just a friend I'm gonna help out," Ryan says, smiling. The large guy grins, before heading out. Ryan looks over Josh. "Now, close your eyes and just relax, bud. I'm gonna help you out." Josh closes his eyes. "Thanks, Ryan. I just wanna be a huge hulking guy, I just can't seem to eat enough."rnrn-"Well don't worry about that. For now, just feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper. With each breath, you get more relaxed..."rnrnSlowly, Josh feels himself drifting off, Ryan's voice growing more distant, fading out to a slight hum in his ears at the world falls away. He's unaware of what Ryan is saying: rnrn"From now on, you are going to try your hardest to bulk up, to get huge. And you will. Feeling your appetite growing each day along with your muscles, you will eat more and more to provide fuel for your expanding frame, each day you mass piling up on your body, maybe even growing a little taller to support all the new weight. You will find eating tons of food easy, and fun, as much fun as going to the gym and working out, pumping up your swelling muscles. That's right, eating more everyday, working out hard, you will never be full. Feeling your clothes grow tighter and tigher and you swell up with bulky size. In fact, as you eat more and more, you realize you do not like the full, cut look of a bodybuilder, or the football bros you wanna be. In fact, as you grow bigger and bigger, eat more and more, you relate more to the big guys on powerlifting team. Looking at their meaty arms, guts, and rears stretch their uniforms, wanting to be large and strong like them, eating enough for two of them. You want to outgrow them, become massive, each day wanting more and more to bulk out to the extreme. You will become massive. You will not recall what was said to you now as you begin to wake up. "rnrnJosh hears a soft "wake up" his eyes fluttering open. He sits up, propping his skinny body up by the arms. He looks at Ryan. "That's it?" He says. "That's it," Ryan says, getting up. "Good luck, big man. I hope to see you soon." Josh gets up, shaking Ryan's hand. He leaves discourage, heading back to his dorm. That's it, huh? He thinks as he walks up the steps to his dorm, entering the dark space. His roommate, Joe, a hulking 6'2 240 pound wrestler, must still be at practice. Another cruel joke, Josh thought, pairing me with him. He feels his stomach growl. Must be all this walking around. Josh wanders to his fridge, pulling out some pasta and chicken he had leftover from his previously attempted binge. His stomach rumbles again. Hmm, cold chicken and pasta won't be that bad, he thinks, unable to wait. He sits down in his chair, scooping up pasta and chicken with a large fork. Chew. Chew. Chew. BURPPPPP. Josh is almost in a trance as he shovels in the food, almost as if filling a hole that can't be filled. BURPPPPPP. He looks down to see the container empty. His stomach growls again. He gets up, moving to the fridge. Luckily, Joe has some containers of food in there as well. I'm sure he won't mind, Josh thinks. He's always eating my food. Josh pulls out two more containers. He sits back down, immediately digging into the food. Chew. Chew. Chew. BURPPPPPPPPP. His normally flat stomach distending a little from the meal. In another 15 minutes, the food is gone. He rubs his stomach. Fuck, Josh thinks, I'm really hungry today, this never happens. Looking around the room, he spies Joe's weight gain powder. He smiles. A little desert? Josh within minutes is pouring some powder into a large glass of whole milk, mixing it until thick. CHUG. CHUG. CHUG. Not missing a drop as he gulps it down, his bloated belly pressing into his jeans button. BELCHHHHHHHH. Finally somewhat satisfied, he assees the damage. The table is covered with empty containers, and as he hold the empty glass in his hand he smiles. I dunno what's come over me, but this was great! He thinks, patting his belly, and moving off to bed. rnrnAs he slips into the bed, stripping to his boxers, he thinks to himself: Fuck, I could probably still eat a little more.rnrn To be Continued. rnrn

“I’ve been waiting for a very long time to find someone like you Alexander. A young man with brute strength, excellent genetics and a raging testosterone factory between his legs. Most importantly though, you have inside yourself an overwhelming desire to be huge, and you will be, with my help. I’m going to fund you in every way you could possibly need to become the biggest, freakiest bodybuilder on the planet. You’ll have muscle growing out of muscle and you’ll have the body of your dreams. I truly can’t wait to make that happen for you. Are you on board?” Alexander was unsure how to feel and what to say. Mr. Richards had invited him down to his beachfront mansion after being spotted taking a dip in a small pond a few miles inland. After a brief chat with Alexander, Mr. Richards knew that he had found what he had always been looking for. Alexander had never had an outlet to talk about his goals and fantasies before, so he was extremely open with Mr. Richards, explaining that in the past few months he had been training hard using an assortment of rudimentary gym apparatus that he had largely designed himself. Mr. Richards eyed the young man’s bulging upper arms, that he could not believe were the result of just a few months of lifting weights at home. The quads were mighty oaks too, with a big meaty ass at their north end that for practically any other bodybuilder would have been unachievable without significant pain, hard years squatting and probably even steroids. He was the whole package. Having waited to fully comprehend all that had happened, he finally responded, in a way that shocked and thrilled Mr. Richards. “You’ve been very welcoming to me today Mr. Richards, and I’m grateful. I’m going to accept your offer, but first I need to make somethings clear.” He stood up and walking to the other side of the table where Mr. Richards sat. He placed his large hands on Mr. Richards shoulders, squeezing the average sized man’s delts. “In just three months of training I’ve achieved all this, turn round and get a proper look.” Alexander removed his shirt, and then his boxer shorts, the only clothes he had had on prior. He proceeded to hit several of the standard bodybuilding poses. A classic front double biceps opened the show; he pumped each arm up repeatedly with several big gulps of air entering his enormous chest. The arms were remarkable. They were even well defined, considering that rest of his form still showed signs of high body fat. His chest and stomach drooped slightly under the weight of fat that was rapidly disappearing. The shape of well-formed pecs and abdominals lurked beneath this layer of fat, and that opportunity for development excited Mr. Richards. A fat cock and a big ball sack hung beneath the stomach, and from the second he felt eyes watching him the cock began to grow harder. He moved into a lat spread that saw developing muscle wings fly out from either side. They weren’t large, but they were impressive for an amateur after so little time working out. This pose made Alexanders pecs ascend slightly, giving his overall physique a more solid look. Finally came a stunning abdominals and thigh pose that began with him lifting his left leg three feet into the air and pounding it down to the ground with a thud that struck fear and admiration into Mr. Richards. The beginnings of quad striations were beginning to show, and an oversized calf jutted out halfway down form the knee. Alexander’s cock had risen to full mast by this point. He strutted over to Mr. Richards, arms not touching the sides of his bulky body and without forewarning rammed the huge meat into his patron’s waiting mouth. He continued talking as he thrust his cock in and out of the delighted billionaire’s jaw. “So you see, if you want me to cooperate, we’re going to have a professional relationship. And that professional relationship first and foremost means me on top, always. I’m in charge here, even though I’m doing this for your pleasure. We’re going to make both of us happy, but doing it my way. In exchange for your cooperation with this agreement I’ll never look elsewhere for support, it will all come from you. My cock is exclusively yours, and your ass is exclusively mine. I’m going to dominate you in ways you can’t even imagine yet, and we’ll both fucking love it.” Alexander decided that he wouldn’t continue this forced blowjob any longer, he was far too keen to get down to the business of growing. Besides, there would be a great many more opportunities to fuck Mr. Richards into oblivion. Mr. Richards was overcome with delight at this news. “Well, Alexander, that arrangement, as I’m sure you can imagine pleases me a great deal. So, I won’t waste any time in telling you what we have planned for you.” He stood up and marched across the room, pulling open a curtain that had split the room in half. Behind it stood a line of people looking into the distance. “These will be your coaches along the road to greatness for you Alexander. This is Franco, he will be training your lower body, look at his quads!” Sure enough, Franco was one of the IFBB’s most celebrated bodybuilding veterans, famed for his ripped and massive quads. He hit a similar abdominals and thigh pose, but this one, unlike, Alexander’s before, shook the entire room. “And this is Connor, he’ll be training your upper body. You’ll notice he’s got some real melon shoulder, and those pecs, woof! Adrian will be your dietician and chef, inform him later of any requests or needs you have, although I should warn you, success in bodybuilding does not consist of culinary pleasures, and lastly this is Tony, who will be your posing instructor. We’ll start you training posing right away, so that by the time you’ve trimmed that stomach down and put on some more mass you’ll already be a dab hand at it. Tony, what did you think of that posing you saw earlier?” Tony, who had also been an IFBB mainstay for many years stepped forward and directly approached Alexander. He was two inches taller and had about 100lbs of muscle over the 23 year old. “It was really good Alex,” He got up behind the still naked Alexander and held his large waist, “Once this waist gets down to maybe 34 inches we’ll show you how to get some swing in your posing, it looks great on stage and it’ll really highlight your abs and obliques, it’s going to look amazing, I can guarantee you that. Mr. Richards said we won’t spare a penny in turning you into the ultimate muscle machine.” Mr. Richards leaned into Alexander’s boyish face, “Well done Alexander, we’re going to turn your genetic giftedness into your dreams come true soon, let’s get to work.”

My Weekend JOB part one by F_R_Eaky Dedicated to some inspiring friends and net acquaintances. "Come on, you don't have to do this." said Joshua's friend Lawrence. "Yes, I do." replied Joshua with a firm look on his face, but with an inner smile that almost escaped. "But there is a convention in town. It's like the next best thing to Comic-Con. Everyone is going, you should too. You need to take more breaks." "Look. I take breaks. I get out and have fun, but every once in a while I have mini-conventions to go to for work. They are planned way ahead of time. I can't change them. Every once in a while I have to go to my weekend job." Joshua smiled inside knowing the little lie he was stating. He wasn't really going to anything with work; he was heading for a relaxing, fun, yet exhausting weekend of wanking. When friends and family asked him where he was going he always told them it was a mini convention or conference and said it was his weekend job. Only in this case the word "job" was an acronym for him meaning: Jack Off Buddies. He shortened the phrase to the acronym and thus felt he was telling the truth and could get away with his little fib. "Those weekends aren't a convention, they're conferences for your job. And I've seen you when you return from them. You must be studying so much over new rules, regulations, and whatever that you're always exhausted. You come home by late Sunday morning and you're already out like a light by two p.m. Come on.... give it up for once." Joshua closed the lid on his luggage, then zipped up the bag around his laptop. "No. The reservations are already made. I'm supposed to arrive tonight. If I cancel now I'm out a hundred bucks for late cancellation. And then I'd have the money to spend on getting into the con, plus whatever I'd spend to eat and things I'd be tempted to buy. It'd be like paying for two conventions and then I'd be out my money for the rent this month." "All work and no play, man." Joshua smiled at Lawrence as he got into his car and then rolled down the driver's side window. "Go home, Larry. If I know you, and I do, your costume for the contest tomorrow probably still isn't done and you need to finish it." "Screw you!..." but then with a smirk and an expression of fear, Lawrence took off running down the street to his apartment building as he suddenly realized how much work his costume did indeed still need. Pulling out onto the street and driving off, Joshua's heart took a leap and he blushed and smiled. These weekends always made him feel ecstatic. Several years ago when he made friends with one, then three guys on the net who were all into the same fetish as him it was a secret joy and pleasure that made his life to much happier. It sounds kind of odd to mention it that way, but the thing is Joshua's fetish wasn't like a regular hobby. It wasn't playing on a baseball league team, or football. It wasn't golfing or rock climbing, hiking, or biking. Neither was it board games or role playing games, re-enactments of any history, or art and crafts of some kind. No, it was truly a sexual kind of fetish but not one that could be acted out or performed like being chained, bound and gagged, or acting like a school boy or being Tarzan. It was growth, muscle growth specifically, although Joshua and his friends, in varying ways liked other types of growth or displays of alpha masculinity: Macro height growth, uber bodybuilding muscles and beyond, super superman like strength, hyper cocks and balls that deflated all men who saw it and spewed greater than any water fountain. "Hmmmmnnnnnn" Joshua was so excited about going to this weekend, just barely thinking about it and only about fifteen minutes out from home he was already tenting his pants something fierce. It didn't help that he drove a stick shift and the pulling on the gear shift, the pumping of the pedals caused the fabric of his jeans and underwear to rub against his throbbing cockhead. "HMmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Joshua bit his lower lip. "Down, boy. You've got all weekend to be at attention." And attention it would receive. Joshua met Brent online after having posted in a fetish group board a couple of his own stories of muscle growth and some drawings of hyper grown, macro sized men. Being able to talk about other things in life and finding each other amiable, the two decided to meet up one day for a mini macro-fest. They would watch videos of bodybuilders working out or posing after a workout or in competition, or morphed videos of body builders posing and then suddenly with a grunt inflate to almost twice their normal size. They watched 3D animations of normal men suddenly growing and growing, inflating full of muscle, getting taller and taller than the average man, gaining and gaining in cock and ball size. Or they listened to audio clips of various men who suddenly got stuck with some military serum and began to grow into the size of a muscle bound, porno pricked, skyscraper sized giants. During all that viewing, they gave their cocks the workout of their lives, pretending the feeling of each stroke was a source of power shooting through them causing them to grow and grow, getting bigger and bigger, taller, broader, thicker, stronger. until they were giant muscle gods with massive cocks. Sometimes they might reach over to help one another reach climax but tweaking a nipple or helping in the stroking, but would keep it up watching, chanting how big they were growing, until they at last exploded. They would sit for a while basking in the feeling a great release gave, then they would clean up and sit and talk for a while, maybe go out and grab dinner, and then an hour or two later, go right back to watching and jerking. "OOOOOhhh fuck!" Joshua shifted his potbellied 5' 9" tall frame in his driver's seat, trying to relieve the pressure in his groin. He felt the wind on his balding head and through the short reddish-grey hair that created the three-fourths crown surrounding that head. Focusing his blue eyes on the road, he cranked up the tunes trying to think of anything other than the subject for this weekend. But he couldn't help it. It was his fetish. It was his turn on. He didn't know why, but it was always there, even during childhood. He wasn't ashamed of his body. Yeah he wasn't tall, but he wasn't really short either. He could reach both the top and bottom shelves without straining his back. His weight he wouldn't mind changing being almost 300 pounds - all of it in his waist area, but he wasn't ashamed to go out or be in public. Grant it he might not go shirtless, as his frame was a "potato on toothpicks" as he described it, but it didn't keep him inside bound to home. Somehow he just never got into sports or weightlifting. It just wasn't in his nature. He was an artistic soul. However, the sight of a tall, well built man, especially a hairy one just turned him incredibly. As a child, that moment when he began to get erections, he noticed this when looking through comic books. He love the look of those super heroes, but then he'd see those muscle ads selling one a program on how to become huge and muscular with pictures of guys who had gone through the program. Sprrrrrrrrrrrrrrroing! There he was tenting. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Joshua's free hand, now that he was out on the highway, was rubbing his fingers through his own chest hair, thinking about those men he saw then and all the others he's viewed to his now middle age. "I became hairy at least...." He thought to himself, wishing that his body would've developed into a giant hulking powerhouse, but despite having reached his full height by seventh grade, making folks thing he was going to be a towering figure, it didn't happen. It also didn't help he had a long sitting desk job which increased his lateral spread, but not in the great v shape way he would've loved. ************************************************************************** Arriving at the hotel, Joshua called up Brent who told him what room to come up to. Knocking on the door, Joshua was happy to see Brent open it up and greet him with a smile and a, "Hey, how are you doin'?" Brent was closer to Joshua's dream than Joshua was. He was hairy...and tall. Standing about 6' 3", if his shirt was off you could see he was a hairy man as well not just his arms and legs, although his hair was a little denser and curlier than Joshua's. He still had a full head of jet black hair, along with deep brown eyes, and unlike Joshua who was kind of light skinned, Brent was a bit more olive complexion. His build was an average slim one that was just beginning to produce a tiny little paunch of belly that was never noticeable whenever he had his shirt on and with it off not noticeable until he sat down. Joshua looked up at Brent after they gave each other a welcoming hug. "I'm good. How are you doin'?" "Doin' good. Glad to be able to do this weekend with you. Work has been auuuuch... stressful as all get out." "Ignorant coworkers again?" "And customers, and administration. I wish I could grow right there to tower over them, pick them up and say, 'Get your head in gear or leave.' Then drop them and do a crab shot for emphasis." The two laughed at the thought. "Hey, " said Brent. "I was able to travel with an extra suit case this time, so this time I'm able to bring my entire collection of shoes." "Oh, too cool." Brent had the same kind of fetish that Joshua did, but he liked to roll play a little bit by wearing larger shoes. Truthfully speaking, Joshua, who only wore a size US men's 9.5 already loved Brent's size 12, but there was just something about slipping one's foot into a greater size. They would walk around in a pair of size 16 and pretend they were part of some professional NBA team. But then they would grow... and pretend their feet were bursting out of those shoes and slip into a pair of eighteens. They'd grow again and slip into a pair of twenties. They loved wiggling their feet in these shoes, feeling how big, engulfing, and heavy there were, wondering how much more powerful a man was just being taller to lift his foot up in a pair of these size of shoes. Eventually they would work their way up to a size twenty-four, but Brent only had one pair of those, so they would each wear one and then sit on the bed and watch videos and such pretending they were still growing taller and bigger out growing that shoe and quite beyond. "That is excellent... and I have something to contribute to that." Joshua went over to his suitcase, placed it upon the stand, opened it up but kept the lid down, put his hands inside it and smiled at Brent. "You remember the one story I wrote with the nine and half footer?" "Oh, yeah. One of my favorites. You described his growth so well, how the muscles inflated, his feet burst out of his shoes, how he got taller and broader, not to mention how hung he became." "So you remember his shoe size?" "Yeah... I think it was something like a US men's 46 5E wasn't it?" "Yep." "I'd love to see my foot and my shoes compared to a pair of those." "Well...wish and wonder no more." And with that Joshua pulled out a ginormous pair of sneakers nearly as long as his whole arm. "Holy cow! Where did you get those?" "I made them. Took a re-enacting class in shoe making, altered the pattern for a modern shoe, created the pattern, and got the supplies and voila! Here they are. Not only that..." said Joshua as he handed the pair over to Brent. "... but I made two sets of them!" Joshua produced another pair of size 46 sneakers. "Now we both can wear a full pair." "That is awesome. I can't wait to grow into them. Let's get started." So the two quickly changed into comfortable clothes, sat down on the bed, pulled up their laptops and began to view and chat and watch. ************************************************************************** It was going on two thirty in the morning and Brent and Joshua were at their fourth growing session, laying out on the bed, their laptops in front of them: Joshua had 3D animation clips of men growing taller and muscular or extremely endowed running, while Brent had video clips of bodybuilders working out, muted, while an audio clip was playing. [... ... ... Wait what are you... is...are you watching? No! aw fuck! Put... put it down. Ok, put it down. Don't press play, man. Look, I know you're scared, and...and I know this looks like a good idea and...and they look like they're having fun but this isn't the answer, man. Okay? I mean, who knows how big you could get? We're in this tiny , cramped basement. You gotta think, man. Think about it. ....] "We are... we're thinking of ...awwwwww....getting bigger." "Ohhh yeah, getting stronger...." "Taller..." "Broader..." [...you could crush everyone here. Aw, fuck. GRRRRRUH No, man. UUURUH HUUH! Look what you're doing to yourself....] "Hmmmm yeah....growing...." "Grrrrrowing" "GROWING!" "Getting bigger..." "and stronger..." "Muscles exploding..." "Height increasing...." [...awww fuck. Getting too fucking big. HRRRRRRUAH Your arms and your fucking chest. Can you even bend your arms? Aw gawd damn it, somebody just no... no....ok... he's gotten so big he can't move. No you don't...you don't have to hold him back. He unplugged... siiiigh.... look at you...fucking pecs up against your chin. You fuckin' mountain of a man. BEAST...] "Yeah...mountain of man!" "Beast!" "BEAST!" "Oooooh huh huh huh fucking growing bigger!" "AH-HUH...huh....and hmmmmf bigger!" [...Me, the beast. You found me. What do you....what...what are you even looking for? Why are you all fucking hunting for me here? GRRROOOOW Yeah, you did that. You're as big as you're gonna get, big guy. Look at yourself. Fuck, why would you need to be any bigger? You're already too big to leave this fucking basement. Already too massive to go near another human for fuck sake. GRRRROW......] "Hmmmmm yeah...grow..." "Grow bigger!" "Grow more!" "Grow taller!" "Grow stronger... nnnhuh huh huh huh" "Huh huh huh grow denser..." "Thicker... huh huh" "Broader...huh huh huh..." "just growing and growing..." "And not wanting to stop...." "Keep getting bigger and bigger..." "More and more muscular..." "More and more hung..." "Bigger balled...." [....you're pinning me down. You're so fucking heavy, man! Fuck. What are you doing? You're going to crush me here. ... Wait... GRRRROW.... No! .... Put the cell phone down. GRRRROW Take the headphones.... YOOOOOU.... out my ears. Auuuuuu....fuck, man turn it off. Ooooh fuck. I can't... I can't listen to this, man. I've listened to this for hours and hours editing these. ... Oh God! Oh! I can feel it already! Awww-huh... oh God, it's so much. Please...] "Yeah.... huh huh huh growing!" "Growing bigger!" "Makin' everyone look small." "and smaller..." "like children...huh huh..." "Like babies.... and getting smaller...." "Cause we're getting bigger... so much bigger...huh huh huh...." "So much larger...huh huh..." "Taller.... huh huh..." "Broader!... huh huh..." "Thicker!.... huh huh..." "Fuller!.... huh huh..." "More swole!... huh huh..." "Denser! ..... huh huh..." "Stronger!.... huh huh..." "More defined and cut! huh huh..." " huh huh...bigger feet! ... huh huh..." " huh huh... taking up blocks.... huh huh..." " huh huh... stretching for miles.... huh huh..." " huh huh... our pinky toe is covering the whole city... huh huh..." " huh huh...our cocks growing to half our body length... huh huh..." " huh huh...our balls inflating to half way down our thighs.... huh huh..." " huh huh... huh huh...producing... huh huh...some much... huh huh... cum!" "It'll huh huh...flood... huh huh...the whole... huh huh..... town.... huh huh..." "I'm gonna.... huh huh...gonna huh huh...blow.... huh huh..." "Do it... huh huh...Brent.... huh huh...when you blow!....OOOOOoooh....you huh huh... grow!" "Bi...bi...bigger...." "Ssss..ssst...strong.... huh huh... stronger..." "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! OOOOOOOH! HUH! HUH AAAAAUHHHH! "OH FUCK!" smack... smack... cough...laugh... "Oh, my god, Josh... are you ok? Did I get you?" "Yeah... you produced some load there and blasted it really far... You hit my mouth..." "Oh...sorry." "No... it's okay... kind of hot..." "Have you blown yet?" "No... that kind of shock surprised me..." "Then let me help... " And Brent's hand went to his buddy's cock. "AAAUUGH! Brent.... oooooh..." "You're still growing..." "Auuuuuuh huh huh..." "Bigger...." "huh huh..." "Stronger..." "huh huh..." "Taller..." "Hmmmmmnnnnnooooooo!" "16' tall." "huh...huh....huh..." "25 feet tall." "huh...huh....huh..." "50 feet tall!" "huh...huh....huh..." "100 hundred feet tall!" "huh...huh....huh..." "200!" "huh...huh....huh...ooooooOOOOH" "400!" "HMMMMMMMMF! huh huh huh huh huh...." "800!" "AAAAAUUUUU huh huh huh huh SHIT! huh huh" "SIXTEEN HUJNDRED!" "OH FUCK! HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH!" "FUCKING THIRTY TWO HUNDRED FOOT TALL MUSCLE BOUND GOD WITH A COLOSSAL COCK AS LONG AS YOU ARE TALL!" "AAAAAIIIIIII AAAAAAAIIII FUCK! BRENT! OH! STOP! STOP! OOOH!" "TEN THOUSAND FOOT TALL! SITTING ON YOUR BALLS AND YOUR COCK IS TWICE AS LONG ARE YOUR TALL!" "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NNO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND FEET TALL!..." "AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH OH! AH! AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OH HUH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" "huh...huh....huh..." "huh...huh....huh..." "huh...huh....huh..." "huh...huh....huh..." "Hmmmmm we're even... I aimed you towards me and got me too. haha..." "Ahaaa hooooooooo." "Need to clean up after that." "Yeah...." So the two cleaned up, changed clothes and went to go to sleep. "Hey, Josh?" "Yeah?" "You think I'd look good as a body builder? I'm thinking of starting to really lift." "Hell, yeah...If you can pack on muscle onto that six foot three inch frame of yours, you'd be one of the bigger bodybuilders. Especially if you have decent muscle bellies to build." "Hmmmmm..." The two drifted off to sleep. Joshua had some weird and wild dreams. All about growth of course. Him growing into a decent sized athlete, which then one day during a game just suddenly hulked out in muscle, splitting his uniform into strips of fabric. Then he switched to competing on the Mr. Olympia stage, his muscles dwarfing everybody else. Then one day during a competition he began to grow and grow, getting taller and taller, growing even thicker, harder, denser, and stronger. His package getting bigger and bigger overflowing the tight briefs that were already getting tighter and tight until he burst forth from and kept growing until he burst out of the auditorium and massive muscled giant. Suddenly there was Brent approaching him, smiling, and saying... "Josh! Wake up! Wake up, man! Something's happened!" Groggily, Josh looked up at his jerk buddy and blinked until his vision cleared. "What happened? Someone break in? One of our cars stolen?" "No...something weird and kind of wonderful. I don't fit into my shoes." "What?" Joshua sat up in the bed. "What do you mean you don't fit into your shoes?" "Exactly that. My feet grew. Look." And with that he plopped his size twelve sneaker on the floor and then placed his foot on top of it. Joshua stared in amazement. "Your foot is like slightly longer than your shoe!" "Yeah... I've tried on the other pairs of shoes; they fit into a size sixteen now. Some nice thick, muscular manly feet for me. Not only that, look at me. I've thinned out, but it's not just being skinny, I have the body of a swimmer. If I start working out, I don't have to work through losing weight and toning up. I already am. And I'm an inch taller too. Look. I've marked it up on the wall." Using a tape measure he had in his travel case, Brent showed the height mark on the wall it came up to exactly seventy-six inches or six feet four inches. He then backed himself up against the wall showing his head hitting that mark exactly. "Holy cow! You have grown!" said Joshua, excitedly and standing up. "WHOA!" said Brent while backing up. "What? What's wrong?" "You've grown too!" "What?" And Joshua then took that moment to look around and realized his point of view had changed and changed dramatically from where it usually was. "Josh, I think you're as tall as I am..." Brent pulled Joshua over to the wall and sure enough, his head came up to the same mark as Brent's. "Oh my gawd! I'M TALL!" Brent came up beside Joshua and planted one of his feet firmly next to one of Joshua's. "Not only that, looks like you wear the same size shoe too, size sixteen." "Sixteen...."

WOW. Fucking WOW. First of all, a cameo appearance by my audios strokes this beast's ego so goddamned big I think i'll get smothered by it if I sleep on my back! (for all intents and purposes, my ego and my cock are pretty much synonymous) But on top of that DAMN i need a friend like this! I would KILL to have a real life buddy to sit there, flexing, ripping our clothes off our hairy muscled frames! I want that SO BAD! This story is amazing though and if I can't get it in real life, I'll at least get to live vicariously through these friends! FANTASTIC WORK MAN!