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Abduction Part Six by F_R_Eaky More parts are still coming,too. Enjoy. Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8794-abduction-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9036-abduction-part-two/ Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9055-abduction-part-three/ Part Four: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9137-abduction-part-four/ Part Five: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9182-abduction-part-five/ There was a great din from all the chatter taking place in the stands of the auditorium. This rolling noise began to soften and become a great murmer and then finally winds of whispers as the auditorium began to get dark and figures began to take their place for the unfolding event. Three semi-circular fence like structures rose up on the arena floor, each one highlighted by a spotlight. On the opposite side of the floor another, single fence rose, while in front of them but more centered of their two locations, a semi-circular platform rose higher and higher. Soon there rose a disk from the ground behind the singular semi-circular fence, with several people standing together as a group and one man at the point. Meanwhile from various stands in the auditorium, a few seats detatched themselves and began to deposite a singular semi-transparent humanoid with an equally, but rainbow sheened, translucent blob inside his head behind one semi-circular fence; a group of various sized, shaped, and hued aliens in white or light blue aprons, coats, or clothes, behind another fence; and finally two twin humanoids with a very low and pale yellow glow around them, Nixos & Drixos, behind the last. After all creatures on the floor were arrnaged, the auditorium became darker still and one by one seven spots on the tall semi-circular platform on the arena floor began to be filled by all manner of space alien like creatures, each one under their own spotlight. When they were filled, a humanoid in very distinguished robes came through an archway, sat on a very impressive looking chair, which then floated towards the top of the semi-circular platform, but then stopped and attached itself to the platform on the left hand side about three to four feet from the top. The robed humanoid looked at the seven aliens above him, who all gave a solemn nod at the same time. The robed figure then turned to look out over the auditorium, where upon he grabbed a large crystal orb and banged it on the side of his chair's arm thrice. "The court of the Interplanetary Council of Subuducamamasfos in now in session. We call upon the case number Appshiyat-Ateqisyem-Agemolingnul-2-0-0-7: Interplanetary Council verses The Doctors of Nasiph, The Aura Luminary Corps, and Drixos & Nixos Sharapat. This being the continuation of four days worth of deliberation, the Council will come to decision upon it today, barring any new evidence. Does any council wish to present any new material?" There was silence. "None presented we shall present judgement. The Honorable Kel-Ha shall speak on behalf of the judges today." Nodding towards the aliens upon the platform, the robed humanoid sat down at his chair upon which a desk formed in front. At this time all the lights shinning upon the seven judges dimmed saved the central one. "We have reviewed this case with much diligence, and have decided to deal with it with an extreme hand of grace and decorum. There was a great wrong here, one that could cause a planetary catastrophy beyond all measure. Indeed it may even cause a civil war. On top of that we have two members of a lesser evolved species that have had their genetics altered to a point which they may not ever be able to return, although we understand some of that was their own race's doing. Although we are going to find for no malice or ill will on all three of the involved parties, we must insist that in the future extreme caution, care, and fact finding occurr before jumping to conlusions, salvations, and corrective measures. Which is why although we find you innocent to a certain extant, there will be stiff recompense to be done or paid none the less! "To The Doctors of Nasiph. Although your record is usually exemplary, you performed corrective surgery without having further tested the subjects, Terry Mikicia and Julian Dealag, two humans from the planet Earth, to verify what species they were and where they came from. We understand the error given their size and appearance, and given being mislead by the assumptions of the members of the Aura Luminary Corps, Drixos and Nixos Sharapat. Never the less, you should have followed all of your protocols in verifying who they were for you have now turned two humans into Calcryans and did so using specific DNA you were only to touch in emergcies as set by the agreement between you and the Calcryan government and monarchy. The result is that these two humans, now Calcryans, are at a Calcryan age of still physcial growing development, AND...and.... the DNA you used was from the royal family line. These two things combined mean the two humans could wind up becoming even larger than before and thus, perhaps, unfit to live on their home world. Not only that but by using the royal family DNA, you, unwittingly, according to Calcryan law may have created more possible heirs to the throne. They are smaller than the current reigning monarch and heirs apparent, but if they become larger than them, it could cause a civil war. "Therefore as punishment, all of you will be required to take classes in interplanetary law, reminding you of what one has the right to do concerning the operating on various galactic species, as well as a review of your own policies and procedures for detecting and identifying original DNA. This will be done after the two Earthmen are brought back from the Calcryan's home world of Callero, and you have returned them to full human status, and until you have completed the classes, the entire complex's services shall be placed on hold. Anyone in non compliance will be apprehended and sent to the penal colonies. "Next, the Aura Luminary Corps, or more specifically the Guardians of the Corps. Your punishment will be listed with our next defendants. ... .... .... "Drixos & Nixos Sharapat, although admirable that you took a team in to rescue those two Earthlings, you did so at great risk and with great consequences because you based many of your decisions on whims and assumptions instead of tactical manuvers and scientific fact. You exposed the presence of the Interplanetary Council and all their races to an awaiting member of our council, that would not be eligable for applying until they achieved long range space travelling capabilities. You had corrective surgery done on two Earthlings based upon an assumption on what their physical appearance looked like instead of one, following the facts as stated by one Dries Van Donk, a hidden member of the Nord'oks on Earth, and two, would have been confirmed by simple DNA testing on your part. And it is your assumptions that lead to your own council into taking the two Earthlings to the Doctors of Nasiph for corrective treatment. "This is why the the council orders the following fines and punsihment: First Drixos & Nixos Sharapat, it shall be your duty to go to Callero and find the two Earthlings and bring them back to the Doctors of Nasiph for treatment. Second the Guardians of the Aura Liminary Corps are to take the same classes as the Doctors of Nasiph. Until such time as their completion, the Aura Liminary Corps are all temporarily suspended from any activity involving protection and law enforcement. Like wise if not in writing, it shall be made so, that the laws regarding treatment and interference with other galatic cultures are a prerequisite before graduating from the Corps. Third all Corps members shall report for a class on this subject or their temporary ban will not be lifted, and finally after classes have been taken, Drixos & Nixos Sharapat are to have a period of one full year of suspension without their abilities before they are allowed to resume duties within the Corps. Any diviation from this will result in apprehension and internment to one of the penal colonies as well as consideration for the application of disbanding the Aura Liminary Corps altogether. "There is one other final note. Although several things were handled with great assumption and negligence, it did bring about a sad truth to the attention of the Interplanetary Council. The original origin of all this great mutating of DNA of these two Earthmen, as well as the finding of kidnapping of another species, has caused this court to issue a warrant for the arrest and impounding of all Syriegs within our sector of space. Once apprehended we shall contact the leaders of their world and a trial shall then commence. There will be a bounty placed upon their heads, to bring them in alive... ... ...claimable by any, save for members of the Aura Luminary Corps, who can bring either the members or their ships into custody." The light dimmed over Kel-Ha's head, and the desk disappeared in front of the robed humanoid. "This ends this court and case of the Interplanetary Council of Subuducamamasfos. Note the judgement and pay heed... ... ..." *********************************************************************** Meanwhile on Cellero a messenger has entered the throne room of King Quubah and Queen Ghalaishian ruling monarchs of Callero. The pair are tall, giants by our standards, and very stately, with monochromatic skin and hair coloring in hues from white to greys and blues. They are broad and thick, strong, heavily muscled of frames, and although blue skinned, almost give the appearance of being ice sculptures come to life. Their snow white hair blowing in the breeze, along with crystal like robes. Over their left shoulder and pectoral or breast region is something that looks like a tattoo. It starts in a line going diagonally from base of the neck to the arm pit, but breaking this line in the middle is a shape something akin to a snowflake. "Tell me, messenger, where is my son. He is to be here with me to learn how to regard and solve this newly arrived matter of state." "Your Majesty, Prince Phro-xen is neither in the castle nor in the capitol city. Reports have it that he left in the middle of the night taking his younger brother, Prince Blihzcard with him... ... ... several days ago. They intend to remove the threat of royal impostors from usurping the throne or their heritage." "THOSE FOOLS! The arrivals are not originally from our lands. They do not know our ways. They will be scared and homesick for their world. The way to approach them is to welcome them, help them, assist them. Then they will be willing to leave to go back home, once they've had corrective surgery. Chasing them down will cause them to become pissed off at all of Callero, especially the Royal Family. Worse yet, if they manage to evade capture and a chase and hunt pursues, they will build up a tremendous amount of exercise before they go into hybernated growth." "Hybernated growth, Your Majesty?" "Yes. These aliens made into Calcryans are still but of a young age to us. They are right at the moment where they will have their final physical growth and development. The one where we are cocooned in ice and our bodies grow and grow depending on how many ice crystals form around us and become part of us. These two men are nearly as tall as we are now. The Princes force them into a chase, into greats amount of work to remain free, they could not only grow to be much larger and stronger than us, but in a pissed off state, and backed and pressed by any usupers that could meet with them, they may actually take the throne from us. The Princes are causing their own downfall! Prepare my team! We now must hunt for the Princes, and pray to Phrah-sté we find them in time." On the other sideof the main continent, two figures are running across the top of a frozen plateau, breathing heavily, icily, exhausted from climbing and running. They are just over fifteen feet tall and exceedingly muscled. One has peircing ice blue eyes and gleaming white hair, while the other had eyes so deep and dark indigo they almost look black, with hair the same azure hue. "I have never seen anyone pursue someone with such a hatred and a vengence, Julian. Not even in sports competitions. These two men and their following are nuts!" "I'll say they are, Terry. Have you heard what their screams are? They keep spouting off something about trying to usurp the monarchy. I have no idea what monarchy they're talking about." There were a few blast shots that came from below them and landed a little too close. Looking around, Terry noticed a fairly large, slightly balanced boulder on one edge of the plateau. Rushing it, Terry slammed his shoulder and hands into its side rocking the boulder slightly. After a coupler of tries, he called out to Julian who staring up the side of the mountain. "Julian... JULIAN! Help me out here. This will help us just a short bit." Julian joining Terry, the two men easily shift the boulder off its balancing point and sent it plumeting down the side of the plateau, where upon it caused the troops following the two royal hunters to scatter in every direction. "What were you looking at? Why were you staring off into a daze when we have this fight on our hands?" "I wasn't staring off into space, Terry. I was looking just a little further up the mountain. Look at that point up there. It's a cave entrance. I think we might have a chance of making it up there before they reach the top of this plateau." "You sure on that. We keep having a harder and harder time breathing here, Julian." "I know, but I think it's something we'll get used to." "Used to? What do you mean?" "Every single night, since this chase has begun taking place, when we wake up in the morning, we've been covered in a layer of .... like....ice crystals. I think it's come from a mixture of the surrounding air and the sweat we're producing in these alien bodies, and I think it's becoming part of us." "A part of us?" "Yeah. Every day we seem to get stronger and stronger. Although we still kind of look like we're in a jumpsuit of the frost build up, it's not become a gigantic four foot thick layer. After the second day, as another layer builds up upon us, we abosorb one into our bodies becoming stronger and more muscular. That's why you were nearly able to move that boulder by yourself. It's why we're out of breath; our muscles have been getting larger and larger and stronger and denser and we're not used to running with the added weight yet. I mean, look at us, I can tell we're already broader than we used to be. If we were in our humanoid forms again, we'd look absolutely sick with muscle." "Well let's just hope it doesn't add to our cock size. Even with them balled up in a supportive pouch in front of us, it's hard to run any way given the size of these fuckers." "I thought you were turned on by my...uh....our size." Terry chuckled, "Shush and head for the cavern." The pair of men ran towards base of the mountain side in which the cave was located, followed by a goodly climb. They reached the top just as the two princes and their entourage reached the top of the plateau that was now below the pair. A couple of well placed blasts alerted Julian and Terry that their pursuers hadn't given up and they ran into the cave, hoping that there would be another way out or at the least, a way to keep the princes and their followers at bay. After a good length the cave opened up from something tunnel like into a vast cavern with great width and height. Not only that, but turning around to look back to the tunnel entrance, Julian and Terry could see a large boulder, on the right hand side of the cavern mouth, which would be large enough to completely block entrance into the cavern. Working together again, the pair managed to get the boulder to rock and then roll over to the left until it fell in front of the cavern mouth. However they knew, if the two of them could roll it, the two princes might be able to as well, and if not them, just a few volunteers from their entourage joining them would easily roll the great rock away. Looking up into the cavern Julian pointed out there parts of the cavern wall above the opening looked a little unstable and with any luck they two of them could create a rock slide which would add to the difficulty getting in as then it would be a boulder backed by a pile of smaller rocks which we harder to simply push one's way through. The pair climbed up to precarious ledges above the cavern mouth and began slamming their fists as best as they could the create the rock slide, which after several blows they did achieve. They jumped back down and stood in the center of the cavern looking at the rock slide and then stacked up any loose rocks and boulders that lay close by. "Julian, do find it harder to move right now?" "Yeah... those layer of crystals I was talking about have now worked up about several layers before absortion begins. We've not only gained more weight, but all these ice like crystals have added to our weight as well. I feel like I have on about twenty weight jackets." "I feel so sleepy as well." "Me too." "What... what do think that mark is that's developing on your chest?" "You mean the one that looks similar to the one developing on the same area as your chest?" The pair stared at one another as something that appeared to be a tattoo or a birthmark formed on their upper torso. Starting from the base of their neck and running down to their under arm on their left pec, was a line that was broken in the middle by a snowflake. "As if.... the blue tinting to our skin and hair wasn't enough." "Yeah....where the hell is Loki? He could teach us how to look normal." "I.... I don't see....another....another way out of here, Julian. I think we need to climb the walls of this cavern and see if we can find some other tunnels higher up to get to." "Or..... or......uhm......uh....or climb out that hole up on top. It looks large enough for us to pass through, but I don't recall seeing it from the outside. If.... if...we....." "Yeah....if we.... can, uhm.....get there we could leave the two.....two.....princes...." The two men backed into each other in the center of the cavern and stood back to back. "Terry.... I don't think I can....can move. My feet feel like...." "Like lead....mine too. I feel so...heavy..... so sleepy." "The crystals are getting deeper and larger....and there's a dark blue goo....forming....around..... around... our....." "Got to.....keep our....feet moving......can't stay....stay..... staaaaaaay." The two men leaned back to back into one another and their eyes closed as they went into a deep, deep sleep. One by one the multiple layers of ice crystals that had developed from air moisture and persperation, became absorbed into the bodies. As this happened their muscles began to increase in size, density, and strength. Their calves started swelling first, bunching and bulging becoming impossibly thick and hard. A vein full of what we would probably describe as literally ice blue water snaked up from around the feet and ankles entering into the the hope diamond shaped calves causing it to swell so large it looked as large as the men's current upper arm. Next everything, back to front, tightened on the young men's thighs, which were already colossal, but they began to swell and inflate, larger, thicker, faster, as the icy river meandered and rolled over each muscle belly and crevice. Inflating to proportions that would proclaim them to be permenant bicycle riding bodybuilders, the thighs began to push their feet further and further apart as they required a wider and broader stance in order to simply stand. Next their asses bubbled out even larger, fuller, tighter, taughter and more solid above the mighty column of legs. Their appearance nearly looked like two fine spheres of ice that glissened in later afternoon light, but the attention was soon to shift off of them to the abs rising up and above from the groin, each individual abdominal and oblique muscle suddenly swelling and their cuts developing deeper and doing so block by block. The sound of ice breaking and tinkling filled the air as each lower torso muscle snapped into place and began stacking themselves on top of one another and spreading each other out from the groin, up the lower torso, out and up to the lats. The lats kept growing and growing until they flaired out so broad, so wide, and so thick it pushed and lifted the arms up higher and higher until the young men almost looked like they're standing in the Di Vinvi's anatomy of man sketch with arms sticking straight out instead of hanging by the side. Up and up the icy flow journeyed reaching the pecs and sending them into maximum and inflation. Deeper and deeper the center crevice grew as the young men's chests rolled and barrelled out, growing thicker, wider, hanging further out and down. The rolling actually to be seen as their nipples moved down....down....down.... until they practically pointed straight down. Eventually it looked like they young men didn't have thick plates of muscles for a chest, but two halves of globe that widened out to square or trapazoid on the bottom where it attached to the torso. These were pecs that dared to be shot at. Pecs that threatened to engulf whole hands, if not arms in the clevage between them. And the young men's heads snapped to attention as their backs rolled and broadened, pushing their shoulders and thus the traps into growing wider and fuller, and mounding up into huge mountainous ranges that impersonated the mountains they were currently standing in. But the neck was also experiencing it's own growth, becoming ever thicker and harder, looking like a grand column of granite that was as thick as the young men's own head. Rambling over the delts, which they infused with increasing size and power growing them into huge spherical shapes like giant pumpkins, the icy rivellets plugged themselves into the upper arms and filled them with more and more power, the biceps and triceps mounding, popping, and rising higher and fuller and thicker so as to make their arms practically look square. As those veins spread out over the fore arms and into the hands, they caused those forearms to inflate like elongated balloons and transform the forearms into looking like the calves of a person, or gigantic hamhocks. By now as all of the layers of crystal had been absorbed into their bodies, it left behind another kind of ice layer that was transparent but darker blue hued and it rose up to engulf the boys feet and legs, butt, mid-section, chest, arms, back and shoulders, neck and head. As this process was going on, the Prices and their men had begun attempting to push the boulder out of the way, but realized they needed to work on the pile of smaller rocks around and behind the boulder first. Remaining delayed, they couldn't see what else was happening to Julilan and Terry as they lay in a sleep induced coma in their icy cocoon. Looking like something from an animation, the ice was infusing itself with the young men and causing them to grow...Grow....GROW....RISE HIGHER AND MOUND FURTHER! It started with their feet and hands that simple pulsed out larger and fuller, longer, stronger, followed by their legs stretching up higher, taller. One could see the blue ice get sucked into the various body parts, and then they young men just grew. The torso then rose higher, the arms got longer, the back and shoulders became broader, the neck got longer, the head got a little bigger. Step by step they kept growing. The feet spread out across the floor. The legs stretched out longer, the arms hung down farther and farther, their torso elongated, their neck rose and rose higher and higher. Every few mintues the blue ice was being absorbed by Julian and Terry and each time it was, another part of the two men grew in bigger and bigger behemoths, giants. No one was there to accurately measure them, but they would still be in awe at the height and size they were achieving. This skeletal growth did nothing to stretch out or make smaller their new muscular size, it grew with them proportionately, make them far larger and stronger than the two princes and thier family. Up and up they rose.... one inch....two inches....six inches..... a whole foot....two feet.....four feet....four feet ten inches.... The rock slide began to shift and fall apart, but not just from the work of the princes and their men, Julian & Terry's own feet had grown large enough they began to shift the rock pile from underneath. The way now clear, the Princes and their men entered the cavern and stared up in shock. The Princes just slightly taller than their father, were now looking straight on into the mammoth pecs of Julian and Terry. Indeed looking straight on, one could tell the two princes came up to the arm pits of Julian and Terry; this was going to be no small take down at all. The Princes themselves now backed up into the tunnel for fear of possible harm from the now much larger Julian and Terry, who were still out cold and sleeping from their growth. Not only that but the sounds of ice tinking and bones breaking could still be heard, indicating the two foreigners could still be growing. If more proof was needed, the sound of ripping cloth was heard and suddenly two snaps and two fluttering pieces of cloth came from Julian and Terry as their cocks experienced their growth spurt and they oozed and stretched and grew out from their groins and down the length of their thighs. From the entrance of the cavern, the words "Hold! Hold in the name of the King!" were heard. But one of the Princes' men flew into a rage and grabbed an axe and began to run at Julian and Terry screaming, "To protect the crown!" "HOLD! I SAID HOLD!" "RAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURGH!" "I SAID....." There was a sudden blast and the princes' man was suddenly frozen stiff in a block of ice. All of the men turned and looked back toward the entrance of the tunnel where the king and his men were striding in from, the king holding a staff that was glowing with an eerie blue light. The king glowered at his sons and then stared down the entire lot of their entourage. He then turned towards the frozen man and shot a bolt from his glowing staff. The formerly charging man shattered into hundreds of pieces. The princes' men stood in shock until one of them in shock cried out, "Your Majesty?" "WHEN A KING TELLS YOU DO SOMETHING, BY PHRAH-STÉ, YOU DO IT! IF I TELL YOU TO JUMP, YOU ASK HOW HIGH. IF I TELL YOU TO CRAWL, YOU ASK THROUGH WHAT! AND WHEN I TELL YOU TO HOLD, YOU HOLD OR FACE CHARGES OF TREASON! AND THAT GOES FOR CROWN PRINCES TOO!" King Quubah raised his staff once again and sent a charge to the tunnel ceiling creating thousands of icicles that pointed jaggedly down and imprisoned many of the men there, save his own force. "Look...LOOK! At what you have done, you two impertinent, arrogant, upstart of supposed grown men! I told you to meet with me on this day and I would show you what we needed to be done, and now look at what you have created. They stand nearly head and chest, let alone shoulders above me, ABOVE YOU! And they have the birth mark of the royal family...." "But father the mark isn't out fault..." "SILENCE! ... ... ... You are correct, it isn't your fault. That particular error goes to those av'lance hag doctors at Nasiph! But this.... THIS!" and Quubah poined up and down at the forms of Julian and Terry, is your fault. Had you not chased them down like animals, they may have stayed at a more similar height as we, but you didn't. They're like twice as muscular as they were before. They're a head and chest taller than you. Not only could this place our world, our kingdom, our line in jeopardy, but you may have made it so they couldn't return to their homeworld. You may have made it so they could never be turned human again! Had you greated them friendly and warm like, welcomed them into our home, they would've turned to us for help and assistance in returning to their world, where now they may not be able to, they may hate you, and if they run into an insurgents, could decide, 'It's good to be royalty', and take over!" "That doesn't have to happen, Your Majesty." Suddenly from the opening in the cavern ceiling their floated down to men, twins, in a yellowish hue. It was Drixos & Nixos, who landed next to Julian and Terry and stood looking up at them in shock. The pair was tall compared to Drixos and Nixos before, but now the twins only came just above the knees of Julian and Terry. "By Orion's belt! What do you people eat here?" "Who are you two, and what do you want here? Answer quickly or I'll have you imprisoned." "I am Drixos, this is Nixos, of the Aura Lumianry Corps. It is our fault that these men were dropped off here, and that they were changed into Calcryans. We resuced them from a base on the planet Earth, and given their size, assumed they were Calcryans who had been altered, you all being at least around twice as tall as humans. It looks a little like a battle took place, or started to take place. Did we arrive before a civ...." "No one as made an attempt for the throne. My sons, just happened to have chased these two for a few days and then thought they'd get rid of them. We shall be teaching them extra lessons in diplomacy later. For the now, if the two men wish to return, so be it. If they wish to stay, we shall accomodate them, although we would need to talk to them about where they would like to stand in the royal family." "Actually we're going to take them back to their home world." "Do you think they will fit in back there?" "We're pretty confidant the Doctors of Nasiph can change them back. We will stop off there first, and then continue on the journey to Earth." "Should we attempt to wake them?" "No.... they'll probably prefer to be asleep during the procedure and the flight back home." "Very well then. Take them." "And both we and the entire Aura Luminary Corps are sorry for the trouble we caused." "No no. It's alright. Any coups have been adverted. We shall be fine..." At that moment a rustling and tinkling ice kind of sound was heard and as all looked up to Julian and Terry, they noticed as the young men's cocks suddenly swelled, inflated, lengthened, and became stiff and hard as ice. But the size to which they increase seemed physically impossible, made everyone gasp, and a few of the soldiers look in horror, move their bodies as though their butts had clenched forever shut, and a couple then collapse and barf. Suddenly the youngest prince blurted out, "By Phrah-sté! The size of their...." "Yes, my son, they have impressive royal staffs and orbs as well. The would certainly have made fine nobility. Drixos, Nixos, the sooner you take them home, the better." Drixos bowed to the king and he and Nixos formed a yellow ball around Terry and Julian and flew them out of the cavern, away from Callero, and back to the Doctors of Nasiph. After the procedure was over, the twins hesitated in picking up their charges. "Drix.... they're still the same size. They're still huge!" "Well, the Doctors think they're normal. Their report will say they're normal...." "But they're not! They're giants compared to the rest of the Earthlings." "Then we will find them a nice exotic island to live on and let them figure out the rest." "But..." "But nothing. The report is good, they are good, and that's what were doing so we can get on with our suspension." Nixos shook his head at Drixos but followed suit as the pair once again cocooned Julian and Terry into yellow spheres, flew them back to Earth, and dropped off the sleeping men on a dessert island in the Pacific.

Chris got clothes out of the car. "What? Do you keep a whole wardrobe back there?" Curtis asked. Chris smiled, "It seems lately we've needed it." He tossed them to Curtis who got dressed. Jordan just looked frightened. Curtis smacked the back of his head, "I warned you, kid." "My car...what about my car?" Curtis shrugged. "Call the insurance company." "Man! I ain't got no insurance on this thing" Chris said, "I don't think they would believe you anyway." He and Curtis walked into the hospital. They made their way to ICU. A nurse told them that Nate was becoming conscious. They asked to see him, but they were told only family could see him. Chris tried to explain, "He doesn't have any family, but I'm his boyfriend" The nurse just smiled. "I don't think that's possible." "What? Of course I am....Curtis tell her." Curtis looked confused. The nurse smiled, "His told us his girl friend is coming down from Illinois to see him. He didn't say anything about a boyfriend" Chris looked astounded, "Wait. Are we talking about the right person? Nathan Kennedy? BIg guy, bodybuilder type?" The nurse nodded. "Yes. He asked for a phone and we dialed the number for him" "Ok, this must be a joke. Can you just let me see him and I think it will be cleared up" Curtis backed away looking uncomfortable. Chris tried again, "Please just let me see him. This isn't funny anymore." His eyes started to get red. The nurse sighed. "I can go check and see if he is up for seeing you. What is your name?" "Chris Marshall. Christopher Marshall. He'll know." Chris smiled. Finally. He turned around and saw Curtis looking at him oddly from the wall. "You ok?" Curtis was breathing heavily. "Dude...." Chris walked over to him. "What's wrong?" Curtis shook his head. "I...feel weird" "Excuse me" The nurse was back Chris turned to her "Oh, yeah. Thank you" He stopped when he saw the look on her face. "He says he...uhm....doesn't want to see you." "What? I mean, we had a fight this morning, but this shouldn't..." "He was a bit more abrupt than that. He claims you are stalking him and make him uncomfortable" Chris shook his head. "This is crazy" Curtis groaned behind him. Chris turned around. Curtis was sweating and his shirt was tighter. He turned back to the nurse, "Listen, just let me talk to him so I can..." A hand grasped his shoulder, "Don't worry about it, babe. Let's just get out of here." Chris turned back around to Curtis who was now definitely bigger than before and was looking at him with concern and....affection? "Did you just call me 'babe'?" "Yeah. You know that's what I call you." The nurse laughed, "I think he has his boyfriends confused." "Don't laugh at me! Something isn't right here" Curtis grasped Chris hand in an intimate hold, "C'mon let's go home and eat. Nate will be fine. You heard her" Chris, completely bewildered, pulled his hand free, "What's wrong with you?" The front of Curtis shirt shifted as pecs began to bulge outwards. There was a popping sound as the fabric started to tear. "Nothing's wrong, babe." Curtis smiled. He pulled Chris in close. The nurse spoke up, "Your real boyfriend seems a lot healthier than the one in here. Why don't you just go home with him?" Chris shook his head, confused, befuddled and allowed Curtis to lead him away. Curtis kissed him on the cheek as the back of the shirt split apart. The nurse seemed to not notice anything unusual. They got into the elevator and the doors closed. Curtis smiled, "You want to use your dick to push the buttons?" "What?" "Just kidding you, babe" He reached up to hit the Lobby button and the bicep bulged obscenely rupturing the sleeve. Another loud rupture as the other sleeve tore apart. Curtis kissed Chris on the forehead. "Don't you want to kiss me back, babe?" Chris was so close to Curtis he was only inches from the neck that was thickening and widening pushing back the collar. Curtis smiled, "You like what you see?" Chris nodded dumbly. He felt Curtis pecs push into his own chest and more fabric tearing. Curtis rolled his eyes back and shuddered, "Oh...fuck..fuck" Curtis pulled Chris in tight as louder thick seams burst and Chris felt Curtis adjust his stance. He knew what had just happened to the pants There was a ding and a metallic swish of doors opening. Curtis turned around to face the doors and brought his arm intimately around Chris waist. Clothes split and tattered hanging on his still growing frame. Curtis pulled Chris forward off the elevator and everyone just continued as if this was all perfectly normal. Curtis kept moving, smiling, waddling more and more with each step. The remains of the shirt finally tearing free and falling to the ground. They got to the car and Curtis put Chris into the driver's seat then waddled around to the passenger side and got in. The car groaning and nearly dragging the ground. Chris fumbled for the keys and started to back out of the lot. He was so confused. "Where are we going?" "Home, babe...uhhh. ..." Then Curtis leaned across to kiss him and grab his free hand. Chris pulled out onto the road. As he started driving down the highway, he felt Curtis shift again. He didn't dare look. If Curtis got any bigger, he would explode out of the car. Chris was thinking that he should take Curtis to his house and not bring him to the place he shared with Nate. Something was wrong and this was tied to that damned curse. Curtis groaned again and shifted again, only it felt different. Chris dared to look. Curtis was growing smaller. Chris kept driving. Curtis was looking just athletic now. Chris pulled into the lot at Curtis' place and Curtis shuddered then ripped his hand free of Chris with a look of horror. "Oh my God! What the fuck????What is happening to me?" Chris just shook his head, "I....I.... don't know. I swear." Curtis shuddered and bolted from the car running into his apartment. Chris sat and stared.

Chapter Seven : The Edwardian Workout “Well” said John as he opened the lift doors that led from the hall of his home to the basement where he had his gym, “What do you think eh?” As Roger looked out over the gym, made up of all manner of weights, bars and objects, the lightest of which must have weighed as least fifty pounds, he moaned with anticipation. “I’ll take that as a “Let me loose on those things!” eh?” chuckled his friend and showed him around. “Well, here’s the basic gym, pretty much like the ones that you use with a slight Edwardian bent I will admit, so no cable crossovers here but I think you will like this little piece of torture I call the dustbin lift” and pointed to a dustbin that was attached to a piece of rope. “It’s a complete doddle to use” he added, picking up a hundred pound weight with ease and placing it in the dustbin, “then you simply take the rope and pull” and with that he pulled the rope and was soon doing something that resembled bicep curls. “Do you always exercise in that suit?” Roger asked As his friend lowered the weight he said, “Well, usually yes, after all you have to remember that in this day and age nudity is generally reviled, hence Mr. Muscles being a bad guy, and therefore I have to respect that but you are right, when I am able to, I do train naked but not in the way that I think that you might be thinking about!” and with that he gestured Roger to follow him as Roger noticed a slight smile cross his face. “That was the main gym, comparable to a gym that you might use at home, this is the Olympic lifting room where I managed to train Launceston!” he said with a smile. “Who?” asked Roger. As his friend went to a filing cabinet, he chuckled to himself and after rummaging through it muttering “No, that’s Eugene, no, that’s the King” said “Ah, here we are! Paul, allow me to introduce Mr. Launceston Elliot. The only Briton ever to win a gold medal at the Olympics and that includes those held in London in 2012 and trained by yours truly!” and with that he bowed and handed Roger a photograph of a moustached man holding a large barbell high above his head. “How heavy is that?” asked Roger “Oh, a hundred and fifty six and a quarter pounds if my memory serves me right!” his friend said, “he would have won the gold in the two armed lift as well by hefting two hundred and forty five and a quarter pounds but he tied with a Dane who was awarded the gold medal!” “Ah” smiled Roger, knowing how competitions worked, “lighter bodyweight!” “Nope” replied his friend, taking the photo back and placing it in the folder, “he moved his feet according to the judges and that’s why the Dane won. Naturally both he and I were incensed and I very nearly caused the first Olympic walkout and if it had not been for the timely intervention of Monsieur de Coubertin I dread to think what I might have done to the Greek capital, but we had both calmed down by the time of the closing ceremony and we both vowed that we would ensure he became the double Olympic champion in the weightlifting at the next games that were being held in Paris!” “Well” smiled Roger, “so that makes you a double Olympic champion trainer then?” “Unfortunately not” his friend replied, “The following year, 1897, the Paris organising committee announced the sports that were going to be included and when I got the list I couldn’t find weightlifting at all. I put it down to a mistaken translation and telegraphed the office in Paris to ask specifically. Guess what they told me?” “What?” asked Roger “The Paris organising committee deem the lifting of weights to be a brutish sport which has no place in our fine city, therefore we have taken the decision to remove the sport from the Olympic programme!” his friend replied “They took weightlifting out of the Olympics?” Roger asked, “But I’ve seen it on television during the Games. Last Olympics in 2012, I was practically gasping at the strength on show!” “I know” his friend said, “it came back in St. Louis in 1904 but that was too late for Launceston, in 1902 he fell off a ladder whilst doing some housework and sadly landed in such a way as to break his foot. The British Olympic Committee pleaded with me to compete for Britain at those Games in his place, but I dare not. What would have happened if I had? I would also certainly have won gold in both the one and two handed lift but then I would have changed history and with my interest in the Olympics, you can imagine what would happen if I found a picture of myself lifting a two hundred or so pound weight seventy four years before being born!” Roger nodded, understanding. “One of the greatest regrets of my life that is!” he said as he put the folder back in the filing cabinet, “but, in a way, that was also my crowning achievement. Because of the way that I had phrased my refusal, there was a national campaign for me to be recognised for my selfless actions and before I knew what had happened, I’ve been signed up to become a member of the fledging secret service, MI6, and that’s where my colleague comes into play. If you’d care to follow me, please?” As the two friends walked further into the gym, the light levels started to drop and in almost near darkness, John said “Now, could you be so kind as to turn the lights on please?” and gestured to something that resembled a moving staircase. Roger stepped onto it and started to walk and as he did, the lights slowly came on. “A little gift from your Edison” his friend smiled, “Not only does it give you a brilliant cardio workout, it’s also self-powering!” As the room started to brighten, Roger could make out a squat rack with at least ten plates on either side of the bar and as he counted them, he looked at his friend. “That’s two thousand pounds, minimum!” he said, “You’re not that strong are you?” “Oh, heavens, no!” he said and walked to the back of the rack, “but this, well, this is a light bicep curl session for my colleague!” As Roger continued to walk, he moaned and ripped the shorts off that he had been wearing since leaving the cell where he had woken up. His friend chuckled as the now exposed cock started to twitch. “Let me guess!” he smiled, “you would like to meet my colleague?” “Oh, fuck yeah!” Roger moaned, rubbing the member that belonged to Mr. Muscles. “With pleasure!” his friend smiled and positioned himself under the weight which caused Roger to say “That’s too heavy for you, you just said!” “Yes” replied his friend as he took a deep breath, “but it brings me out of my shell!” and with that he shouldered the weight and instantly sank into a squat that looked excruciatingly painful, Roger was convinced that John's kneecaps were going to explode. As he seemed to collapse, he gasped, “If you have ever considered yourself a friend, keep walking and insult me!" As John's face became a sight of sheer agony, Roger looked at him with concern. They were best friends, he would often ask him to critique his posing routines and John would often ask Roger questions that no self respecting Brit would ever answer. He knew, however, that John wouldn't put himself through this agony unless there was a reason why and so he let loose with a "You think you're strong? Shit, man. I'm bigger than you!" and with that flexed his biceps. John roared in anger as he retorted “I may not be as muscular as you are, but I am stronger!” and slowly but surely, he started to lift the weight up, his face grimacing with effort. As he did unable to believe what he was seeing, Roger let loose again. “You couldn’t fuck anything bigger than a fly” he shouted, “No one can see it!” His friend’s face incandescent with rage, he slowly stood up and was now shouldering the weight as in the second part of a clean and jerk lift. Roger started in amazement at the sight of his best friend proving his superhuman strength by lifting two thousand pounds but he knew he wouldn’t tell him to insult him unless he had something to show him and so taking a deep breath Roger yelled “You call that a cock? Ha, that cock is only big enough for a baby to suck on; the rest of the world cannot see it!” His friend grimaced and yelled “BELKINSOPP!” and as he did, he started to glow a bright white light. It was a light so strong that Roger had to shield his eyes from it but as the brightness faded he gasped as where his suited friend had once stood, now stood what could only be described as a… “He-Man!” whispered Roger under his breath

"Drix.... they're still the same size. They're still huge!" Hanugumo, they haven't shrunk from their last spurt. So remember the Calcryan royals were just a bit taller than they were when they arrived on Cellero, which makes the royals just above 15' 2" tall. Now the two stand head and half a chest taller than the royal family - which is going to be a couple to a few feet. Now we'll have to see what happens after they are dropped back off at "home."

Chapter 1: https://muscle-growt...r-romance-pt-1/ Chapter 2: https://muscle-growt...r-romance-pt-2/ Chapter 3: https://muscle-growt...r-romance-pt-3/ Chapter 4: https://muscle-growt...r-romance-pt-4/ Chapter 5: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/6733-a-pectacular-romance-pt-5/ "ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!" He shouted as his chest filled with blood and his veins flustered across the surface of the two huge globes. They swelled larger and larger and the cracking of the shower stall became more apparent. The outer portions of his chest started cracking into the tile walls exposing the steel beams that structure the walls of Alex's oversized mansion. After a few more seconds of pushing his chest apart I was finally released from the pec vice and fell onto his expansive inner thigh muscle below as he was still sitting on the shower floor.Exhausted, yet relieved I looked up at the underside of his veiny expanding chest only to see Alex looking down at me with a shocked look as the back of his head and diesel neck smashed into the shower ceiling. He broke through the ceiling tiles and they started raining down in what seemed to be slow motion. Shards were falling right towards my helpless body when Alex's quick reflexes kicked in and he slammed his pecs together before a single shard could reach me. The light from above was blocked out and the blood started rushing to my head all at once. "Little man," his voice seemed sluggish to me and muffled as I couldn't hear him over the rumble of the shower being bursted through, "Are you okay?" I looked towards his deep cut abs and my eyes started to flutter until I drifted off into unconsciousness. Chapter 6 My mind played through the craziest dreams for what seemed to be only a second but must of been a few hours. My final dream was more of a sensation. I could feel the warm sun on my body and feel the thick green grass under my skinny back and between my fingers. It was peaceful until the sky became dark and thunder began repeatedly booming through the air. The thunder claps only got louder and louder and made my body cringe with fear until suddenly they stopped. I relaxed once I came to realize it was only a dream and I slowly opened my eyes as I sat up. Where the hell was this? I was sitting in a huge open field surrounded by thick forest with only Alex's huge mansion about a half of a mile away. Around me on the grassy plain were pieces of machinery and boulders of all different sizes from metal beams, broken down cars, dump trucks, and things of that nature. To my immediate right was an oversized weight bench with stacks and stacks of barbells and iron weights surrounding the machinery. I took all of this in within a few seconds until I realized how the sun was shining brightly in the sky, yet there was a cold cloud that loomed over and shaded this area only. It only took another second to remember this familiar feeling. It wasn't a cloud. It was a shadow. "About time you woke up." It was a deep booming voice from behind me that made my body quiver. I stood up from the ground slowly and turned around. Directly in front of me was a pair of the largest feet I'd ever seen. Slowly, my eyes drifted upwards to a shape that was taller than a telephone pole or a street light. If I were to judge I would say he was clearing 25-30 feet at this point. He was packing a set of legs that made tree trunks look like toothpicks. He had made himself a makeshift thong out of a massive sheet or curtain that was silky and black. It left nothing to the imagination as his huge log of a cock sat to the left and his thick pubic bush bursted from the top of the garment. A light happy trail left sight in the deep crevices of his abdominal muscles that were as large as car windshields--all 10 of them surrounded by cobble stone obliques and matched with a heavy V-shape to his waist. His long arms were covered in veins and his big biceps sat in front of his tremendous lats forming a deep arm pit with thick black hair. The ball of his bicep was now much larger than my entire body when it was unflexed. My mouth fell agape when I shifted my eyes to his chest. His nipples, now as large as my entire chest, pointed directly down at me due to the serious amount of dense muscle his pecs held. His massive pecs were each the size of a small car and they were packed with muscle and held back by a paper thin layer of soft skin.Striations teared across the huge mounds into the distinct dent on the outer portion of each pec. The outer dent alone could have been used for a seat for myself. The striations led across to the center of his chest which had a huge diamond cleft in the middle where the upper and lower pec of each globe met at the center point. His face came into view between the two huge mounds and he smiled down at me flashing his big pearly whites. "What do you think, little man?" He bellowed. "You're so massive--I can't believe it." I said as I marveled over his muscles. He smiled again at how in awe I was and brought one of his massive arms up for me to gawk at. The massive bicep bounced as he twisted his wrist left and right. "You want to play on my big muscles?" He chuckled and looked at the huge bicep ball and then down to me. "Come on, little guy, get a closer look at this big arm!" He was so big it felt like slow motion as he knelt down to grab me. With one big hand he scooped me up under my armpits and wrapped his entire hand around my body. Wind rushed passed as he lifted me up twenty feet off the ground to his level. I looked down and saw things from his view. The ground looked so far away but the real view was checking out his abs from above. Deep groves tore through his ripped midsection and led into his thick pubic bush. I was snapped out of my trance when Alex thrusted me towards his bicep. He held me there in front of the huge bicep ball about a foot away. I looked up to his face and he nodded towards his bicep. "Go ahead, little man, these big muscles are all for you!" I leaned in and kissed the hot flesh. It was so hard like kissing a wall made of steel that had a soft layer of skin over it. I looked down and noticed he was pitching a huge tent in his self-made thong. He loved our size difference almost more than me. I could feel his stare on me as I continued to kiss and rub the big bicep. "Do you want me to flex it for you?" "You mean--it's not flexed right now?" I quivered. His bicep was already bigger than me! I couldn't imagine it getting much bigger. "Not at all, little man. Here, I'll flex it for you!" He placed my small body on the top of the huge mound and I scurried around like a naked mouse trying to get a safe spot. I peered over the edge of his arm and almost fainted at how high I was from the ground. Suddenly the skin on his arm tightened and began moving in every direction. I could feel the muscle underneath me becoming impossibly hard. Huge corded veins began surfacing beneath my body as large and as wide as my wrist. The huge mound below me slowly rose up higher and higher bringing me up with it. I was now even the upper mid section of his whopping veiny forearm that seemed a length away to my tiny size. My cock sprung to full attention over the significant feat of power in his bicep. I sat in a crab-walk pose on the top of his mountainous bicep. Turning my head to his face, "Big guy, your bicep is three times the size of me." "Hell yea, little man! I love it when you talk about me like that!" He bursted. "Like what?" I asked curiously. "Like when you make me feel big! I'm not the best with words but when you make me feel...I don't know, it just gets me so hot when you make me feel like--" "Like a giant?" I cut him off. His confused expression changed to a reassuring smile. His big pearly white smile explained an understanding I hadn't felt between us before. "Yea, little man. I like when you make me feel like a giant. It's you that's making me get so big. I've been growing bigger and bigger ever since I was a boy. But this is clearly something different in me. It's everything about you.. The way you admire my size; the huge difference in power between us; the way you make me feel protective of how fragile you are..Even your cum makes me just keep getting bigger and bigger!" My body quivered with his explanation of his feelings for me. I felt like the most special man in the world. To be selected and cherished by a huge man of his size made me realize just how lucky I was. "I like how you make me feel too, big guy! You have so much power and can crush me at any second, but you're so careful and considerate of what I want. I love it when you show off just how BIG you are!" I squeaked. "Is that so? Well how would you like to see me pump these big muscles up for you?" He smiled and bounced his huge pecs, alternating them like two separate globes. "I thought they were pumped already..You haven't touched any of this?" I said pointing out to the boulders, stacks of cars, and freight trains attached by various steel beams. "These muscles are cold right now." He winked and brought his other bicep up and flexed it. "I can make them much bigger, if you'd like." I gulped hard and nodded up at him. He smiled back and carefully--so as not to let me fall off his bicep mound--maneuvered towards a stack of cars wrapped together with with metal pipes and a steel beam between connected to another stack of cars. It was his makeshift dumbbell. He knelt to the floor to grab the dumbbell with the opposing hand and then rose up to his full height. Looking down at me he began curling the immense weight, watching my reaction to the bicep fluctuating with power. It would bunch up and shake with might as he struggled to continue his reps. The bicep ball turned beat red and was visibly gaining a massive pump. "You like that, little man? Do you like this big bi getting all pumped up for ya?" He said between gritted teeth. A slight sweat broke out on his forehead. "You're fucking massive, big man. Can you pump this one up next?" I eagerly patted the thick muscle beneath my ass. "Sure thing." He passed the huge makeshift dumbbell from the opposing hand to the hand of the arm I was straddling. As he let the weight shift to the bicep I was on I could immediately feel the muscle tense up. He began lifted the huge weight up way above my head and then bringing it back down as he curled the massive amount of weight. The bicep rose up like a huge mountain beneath my body. It was too much for me to handle. I laid out on my stomach across the expansive bicep and started kissing and licking the muscle. "Yea little man, worship these big muscles!" He was getting excited over my loss of control. "It's so fucking big! I can feel it pumping up bigger and bigger!" I said as his reps increased faster and faster. "Yea, little guy! Keep turning me on! Check these babies out!" He threw the dumbbell to the ground making a loud bang. He then threw his bi's up into a double bicep pose. The force of the muscle rising up so fast threw me off balance and a struggled to grab a hold of the something as I slid off the top of the mound. My hand grabbed a rigid vein that was as thick as a tree branch and I tried to pull myself back up but I was too weak. I let go and fell down into the trench between his big bicep and his forearm. I was only about half the size of a pencil to this behemoth so he couldn't even tell I had fallen. The huge mound started filling up again as his forearm flew up into a bicep pose. His thick forearm pushed me against the massive bicep and I was trapped once again. It was getting tighter and tighter each second until I finally could gasp a small shout. Alex quickly relaxed his bicep and peered over the muscle mound until his eyes met mine. "Little man! What are you doing down there?" He asked worrying. "I'm sorry big guy I got caught up in the excitement and lost my balance." I said with a frown. "Aw, little man, you have to be more careful." He said as he lifted his other arm to a pose to show me the power. He picked up a boulder as big as my body off the floor and placed it in the tight spot I sat in on the opposing bicep. "I could have crushed you between my bicep and forearm without even noticing!" He flexed hard and the big boulder was crushed into small rocks that trickled out of the tight space as he released. I patted the big boulder of a bicep next to me firmly. "It's a good thing you didn't!" "It sure is!" He smiled playfully as his huge hand came towards me. He picked me up under my shoulders again and used his other hand to sit me in the palm of his hands. I sat comfortably with my legs crossed like a pretzel in the palm of his one big hand. "It's crazy to think just yesterday you were just a cute little pipsqueak in a bar and now--well.." he brought his hand that I sat in down below his great big chest and looked down at me over them, "now you're a cute really really little pipsqueak in the palm of my hand. He smiled and bounced his big pecs towards me. They were so massive and wide that they filled my entire vision. They bounced around smashing into each other with every leap off of his torso. I starred up at the act in awe and my cock began oozing pre cum. The bouncing ceased and his smile changed to a smirk as he brought his big pinky up to my cock and swiped the pre off. He brought his pinky up to his face. "I love how much these big pecs turn you on, little man--but I especially love making you cum. It's one of my weaknesses yet my greatest strength, little guy. This shit right here makes me get BIG!" He stuck his pinky into his mouth and sucked on the insignificant droplets of my pre cum. I smiled proudly as he looked back down on me. "Hey, little man?" He smirked again. "Yea, big guy?" "I was thinking--now that I'm big enough for it--how about you lay down in my pec cleavage while I pump these big pecs up for ya?" He winked and pushed his pecs out so far that they casted a shadow over me and his face disappeared from view. He leaned back in shock and awe as they separated like the red sea above me. "So, what do ya say, little guy?" He bounced them again. "Please...please, big guy..yes!" I said shocked at first but then ecstatic about what was to come. "Awesome, little dude! I'm gunna pump these big ones up so BIG for ya!" He pushed them out one more time and then turned to his work station. With a few big booms he made his way over to a huge freight train cart. It was perched on top of two steel holder that struggled to keep it off the ground. The cart was filled to the brim with big boulders and car parts as I could see through the openings. Around the area was a bunch of other freight cards of similar sizes. "Close your eyes." A big crash boomed through the open field as his thick, rock hard ass slammed to the ground. I could feel him shimmying around while I was flung around in his clenched fist. He then placed me on his body and I plopped on my ass. I felt my hands around and could tell I was sitting on his big tight abs. "Open your eyes." I slowly opened them and smiled bright. His massive pecs sat high and mighty only a few feet in front of me. He flexed them apart and his face came into view between them. "Get on in here, little man!" he said, tightening his huge chest. I crawled over to his big chest and then started pushing my way between the two big mounds. It was a tight squeeze but I managed to shift between on all fours. The two mounds went about two feet above me on both sides in this position. "Would you..would you mind laying on your back facing up at me? I want to see your face and your cock while I get these big ones all PUMPED for ya." He said bashfully. I smiled and nodded playfully as I maneuvered my way around the pec cave. My entire body was about a foot short on the top and bottom from being exposed of his cleavage--a perfect fit! I placed my ass down and laid down into the two massive mounds looking up at his big face that sat just outside his two pecs. "Let's get this blood flowing!" He said as he raised his huge arms up to the freight on the beams above. He huffed loudly as the freight train was lifted off the beams. It came a few feet above me and his chest seemed to spread wide and felt open until he started lifting it high into the air with his two arms. His biceps pushed his big pecs together and they rose up a few feet on both sides of my body. My arms became pinned to my sides and my face must have given off a panicked reaction because his deep voice came in just in time to soothe me. "It's-argh-It's alright, little guy!" His face was red and beads of sweat formed above his brow. "I've got better control now..I won't crush you in there!" The tectonic plates that were his pecs shifted like big boulders and tightened up giving me a little more room to cozy up. The pec walls became dense road maps of veins to either side of my wimpy body. The warmth of his huge muscles surrounding me was almost too much for me to handle. I grabbed a hold of my prick and the big guy took notice. "Oh yea, little man! You're getting off on my strength I can feel it! Just look at that pre-cum!" He hoisted the big freight train far above and it clanked with the sound of all the dense metal weights it carried inside. "Let's see what your pre-cum can do for these big muscles!" He brought his chin down to the top of his chest and his huge warm tongue slid out of his mouth coming closer and closer to my cock. The tip of his big wet tongue brushed over my cock head and my mind went whirling. I started jerking my dick uncontrollably towards his big face. He slid his tongue back into his mouth and his eyes closed. Veins started bulging out further on the walls of the inside of his pecs. I could see them writhing under the thin, hot skin. Still with his eyes closed, he brought the freight train swiftly towards his chest until it was only a few feet above me and then quickly pushed it back up in a bench press motion. This caused his huge pecs to spread far away from me and seem as though two big hills were being stretched out until he threw his arms away and the two hills rose up higher than before. He repeated the motion a number of times, each second showing more veins. The walls of his pecs were visibly inching towards me from every direction with each rep. "Hey, big guy! It's getting a little cramped in here!" I tried to peep out between a rep, but he couldn't hear me over the sound of his own grunting. "Wor...ship....me!!" He said in grunts. "Pump....these..argh...pecs!!" After about 20 more reps he finally placed the freight train back on the beam above and relaxed his chest with a loud sigh. He looked down at me being squeezed between his huge pecs. "Alright, little man! Check out this pump you got me!" He pushed his pecs together twice for emphasis. My arms and shoulders were pushed in front of my chest squishing my entire body. "This is all just from your pre-cum!" "Yea, big guy! Your pecs are getting so pumped!" I shouted without thinking, in blatant encouragement. My desires couldn't hold back my nerves that he could crush me between his pecs with a simple sneeze. "You've got to cum for me again, little guy.. I want to pump them up even bigger!" He winked and smiled. "Bigger?? Just how big are you going to get?" My voice squeaked with concern. "Aww, little man! Don't be nervous..You know you want me to grow just a little bigger, don't you?" He inhaled and his muscles rose me up a couple of feet. "Well..I think..." I began to sweat, overwhelmed with sexual tension of right and wrong. "I think I can make you cum without trying." He chuckled at my feeble attempt of denial. My eyes grew wide as he heaved his chest and the two mounds shifted away from both sides and became taught like steel mountains. He held the pose and I could see the strain on his face. His chest became red and warm to the touch as the veins doubled in amounts and thickness. "Tell me what you like about my muscles." He asked in a sexual tone. "I...I.." "Do you like how hard they can get?" He tightened his chest even more, making audible sounds of the chords of muscle fighting for space in all their density. "How about I bounce you around in there, little man, would you like that?" My eyes grew even wider and I grabbed my cock and croaked back in moans of anticipation. He flexed one big pec and I flew to the left. He bounced the other and I flew right back. "Oh yea!" He shouted and started bouncing them back and forth. I was being tossed around like a medallion between his huge pecs. He did this for a few seconds until he noticed how thrashed I was getting in there. He pressed the two pecs against both sides to secure me. He then continued his pec dance a little more slow and sensual. I was swooning over the control he had in all of his muscle. "Cum for me, little guy!" He stuck his tongue out and it flopped over my thighs and cock. I was seconds from climaxing but I resisted the urge. He ceased the bouncing but held me tight in the cleavage. He raised his head more to look down at me between his chest muscles. "Look at how big I am, little man..Look at how big you make me!" He pushed his chest out the farthest It's ever been and I was thrusted higher and higher as they pushed out with all his strength. They suddenly release and open wide. I fell about a foot deeper to the base of where the pecs met each other from his breast plate. "I can protect you from anything with these pecs," He smiled down at me. Then it turned into an evil grin: "Or I can crush you with them!" He made them bounce one big time clapping them together over my tiny body. He held out his tongue and like clockwork my cock exploded with cum all over his tongue. For my small size even I was startled by how much cum had just came out of me. I flopped back into the pocket of his big pecs lifelessly. I didn't think I could ever move again after that. Alex was awfully silent for a second until I could feel movement around me. "You don't know how great this feels!" He said, excited. "I can feel my muscles squirming to let loose! I've got to pump them up!" He quickly placed his hands back under the big train above, that outsized him by quite a bit, and started to press the weight like it was a feather. With each lift his chest was audibly expanding and squeezing me a little more. "Check this out, little man!" He looked down at me, "I'm not even breaking a sweat no more!" He chuckled. "It's like the weight is getting lighter!" "I don't think so, big guy...I think...I think you're growing bigger!"

Hey guy, just a short snippet of something I considered doing. If this goes well, I'm considering doing a story where I draw a picture for each chapter (including this one if it goes well). Dont worry though, most likely I'll put a finish to Bear's Cub before I start this. Feedback appreciated.~ --- Basically a God (Part 1?) We hid under our desks in terror as the shaking settled for the moment, cracks forming in odd places as if the room were coming apart. The TV flickered but our eyes were focused on the spot as we saw the live news of the whirlwind outside the building. The image was fuzzy but it was impossible to not recognize the research center after we’d been such an extensive tour. The helicopter streaming the footage was shaking at the speed of the winds impacting its flight, the light flickering as storm clouds hovered over the city as a harbinger of doom. Suddenly a rapidly moving shadow sped by the screen. It happened as quickly as it had started as the cameras paned and the shaky camera man gave us a brief glimpse of something speeding into the clouds, parting them for a moment before being absorbed. “He couldn’t possibly- “said the strained and croaking voice of James Hansen. It seemed almost too ironic for the predicted flooding patterns of New York’s climate to occur so soon as we’d appeared on the scene. For years I’d been wanting to brainstorm and wag chins with James Hansen, famous for his paper that clearly defined the dangerous to global warming. It was only another side effect to being friends with Johnny, though, as he’d been invited to come after putting himself on the map for collecting his master's degree at the ripe age of 20 for writing his thesis on his perfected method for sustainable food across the globe. That had been only a year ago when he’d only been “kind-of” a genius. In comparison, he was something otherworldly now, which the research center on global warming in New York had desperately wanted to use to help cure some of the world’s environmental problems with his rapidly growing brain power. Saving the world was natural for him, after all. Suddenly, there was a loud sound coming from the sky that deafened even the thundering, raining clouds above us. As if someone had used a vacuum to wipe the large, roaring dust bunnies in the sky. The shrinking clouds were gone quickly and quietly as though they’d never been there, a grey sky and some stray, pitiful clouds remained as survivors. A boom from the sky could be heard through the TV and above in quick succession as something in the sky flew down and hit the flooding water quickly. We were all silent as the water continued to surround and sink our building, probably a pastime we were sharing with many others watching the news. The water began to very slowly recede as something could be seen occurring in the water. A whirlpool that had grown quickly in the water was pulling in the tide and forcing it up. “Holy god, he’s actually reversing the tide” came James’ voice. I clenched my jaw, something I’d been doing often for the past few years. Johnny had done it again, he’d saved the day and was probably doing victory laps in a whirlpool of his own creation. As the water receded and the tide pulled back into the ocean with the whirlpool, it became quieter for an instant before a loud clap caused the whirlpool to explode, water shooting up and probably making the largest rainbow as we all watched it shimmer. Johnny calmly walked in a minute later, his tight leotard stretched over his body, dry as a sheet of paper but the tight fabric glistening against his body. “Sorry, boys, took a detour and went for—“ he was cut off by a sudden rumble in his chest before a burp that flashed and blinded us for a moment. For a moment, I thought I saw lightning. “Yeah, lunch was an experience” he said. He rubbed his rippling chest as he grinned that stupid yet handsome grin he normally saved for the moments that irritated me the most. This was natural, everyday news for me and anyone else who’d heard of Johnny Poundstone. He’d made a name for himself as the prodigy creation of the US government, something you’d think had been made in an actual Area 51. Johnny was the poster boy of every newspaper in every city he visited. If you went into dark enough places, you might have actually heard hisses of fear. A real superhero for many who’d dreamed of someone so impressive to be their savior in their time of need. That rippling chest I mentioned before was mounted on top of a massive being. At 7’2, he was a tower of intimidating brawn that seemed to be in a constantly flexed state in the way his muscles were always bulging and pushing against whatever fabric he wore. A giant of his caliber didn’t need superpowers to dumbfound people but he had those too. Johnny had come a long way from that thin, flimsy straw of a human lying in his bed, dying of cancer. It was thanks to the government’s recommendation of giving him the treatment of a lifetime that led to the hulking man of today. It was terrifying to watch the nerd I used to bully in high school grow to such size and popularity in the world. He wouldn’t tell me the details but it was pretty obvious he had control in many realms of government and politics though he let on for me to believe he was just a “consultant”. Johnny had the world under his thumb and everyone might as well have known. I couldn’t compare the enlarging man of today with the 5 foot nothing kid me and my football player buddies used to stuff into the toilet seats of bathrooms and use as a dummy to tackle……. after practice. It was depressing looking back on how the years changed us both. I was the best running back in our state before college. After that, everything I’d pushed off cut up with. I stopped training cause I was too busy enjoying college parties, I lost my scholarship after getting caught with steroids in my system, and before you know it, I was running on student loans to cover my college tuition in fees. Me and my family just didn’t have the money as a lower middle class household. It was a miracle I’d had the credit in my name to push me through to my current years of grad school, my weary body looking closer to 30 than my actual age of 25. I was almost 100k in debt before I got a call from the twerp I picked on in school. I could look back now and see what I’d become as I looked out on the patio of the tower built to house Johnny and anyone else he wished in his multi-story building. 10s upon 10s of floor space for him and him alone that he was willing to share with me of all people. “Don’t stand out here too long or you might lose your sense of balance and fall” I heard Johnny’s deep voice say behind me as he also came out on the patio. I didn’t look back as I knew what feelings would stir but my heart still raced. I feared he’d gain the power to read minds the way his powers grew by the day. Just last week he’d learned to produce lightning from any part of his body. Long story short, the movie theater was still a mess after he’d raged at the last Captain America movie. “Why the fuck are they even here?!” he roared before he’d accidently spat lightning from his mouth that flew out and burned a large hole through the screen. I should have known to remember how emotional he got when he watched superhero movies. They always seemed to let him down in the worst ways. Not being a geek for that crap myself, I had to pretend to enjoy it as he talked on and on about fictional powers, and wars, and even wolverines. It was hard not to force myself to enjoy it when he’d consumed my life so quickly. I didn’t really stop him or struggle, really. He’d snapped his fingers and gotten me a full ride without batting an eye. “Sam?” I looked back but didn’t respond before he placed his large hand on my back. I was still a decent size at 190 and 5’8 but having a giant come up behind me and consume my back with one hand made me shiver. I tried to play it cool. “Your heartbeat’s moving rapidly, bro. Are you catching a fever?” he said as he began to ruffle my shoulders gently. I was afraid what could happen if he touched me without any control. He clearly had to remaster his body as it wasn’t very long ago when he’d tried to hand me a cup of coffee he’d made for breakfast only to nearly burn my hand off when he passed it to me. He laughed heartily with his deep voice then, his golden and hairy face flashing white with his sparkling teeth and his model-esque face seemed to contort in new beautiful ways. “Sorry, little guy, I think I forgot how hot it should be for normal skin when I set my heat power” he said as he went to go make another cup. I looked back and saw him suddenly stand straighter behind me, his hands still firmly holding my shoulders. “Hey, um, I’ll be back in a little while, you can tell Stell to come back another time.” No one could have stopped him as he suddenly hovered over the ground, looking even taller than before until he lifted off and went in a direction. I couldn’t see as far as him but I could only assume he was off somewhere to milk his powers like the show off he was. I went back inside once I couldn’t see his large and tight butt in his shining leotard and closed the patio door behind me. His latest victim was on the couch unconscious, her clothes on the floor and her naked form spread out as though she had basked in the sun and didn’t want to move. The look on her face looked pleasant but I neglected to notice. “Hey, you, get up. He’s out. Leave.” I said plainly. Another random chick he’d had sex with who still hadn’t figured out she was just a tool for him. At the beginning, Johnny had told me how his body had become more “masculine” or something corny like that but after the first warning, he’d taken it to the next level. At this point, I assumed any time he wasn’t saving the world, he was fucking some unsuspecting girl in the city who had a craving for his godly body. I didn’t wait the girl to get up as I went and took the elevator to my floor. As the door’s closed, I lifted my shirt, pulled my zipper down and stuffed my hand into my pants. A moan escaped as I rubbed my hard and leaking cock through my underwear. I couldn’t believe I was attracted to Johnny and his body. But it was more than that. I was attracted to his powers. I was attracted to his cockiness. I was attracted to his strength. I was attracted to him in a way nothing before had. He was more than anything I’d ever asked for and anything I could have dreamed of. You know, basically a god.

A little something from my tumblr that I've adapted for here. Much less involved and epic than the last story I posted. It started as a little vignette inspired by a Hardtrainer01 morph. Like its protagonist, though, it simply grew larger than expected. I hope you enjoy it! Day Fifteen. He was getting really big now - bigger than he ever thought he’d get in his life. And there were still four weeks to go. He’d been to the doctor’s office that morning, where the experimental compound was administered. 267 lbs - he was gaining almost five pounds a day, all of it muscle - if anything, he was more vascular and defined now than when the trial started. He asked the doctor if other people in the trial were responding in this way, and the doctor refused to answer, but Sean figured, just from the doctor's expression, that they weren't. People were starting to stare as he walked down the street. Friends, family, coworkers, they’d noticed within the first week - how could they not - but now they were starting to give him worried looks as his body inflated with dense mass way faster than should be possible, even on the most powerful steroids. But he was finding it hard to care. He was finding it hard to do anything much other than lift weights then go home and engage in hours-long edging sessions, sometimes not even touching his cock, just letting it throb and throb and throb. This morning, at the clinic, after weighing in and getting measured, they gave him a shot, just like the four times before. But this time they did something new - after the shot a topical cream, administered by the doctor personally. Administered to his balls, actually, cool and tingly. His almost permanently-hard cock stiff and jerking of its own accord as it was reverently applied, gently rubbed in until it disappeared. He came, without meaning to, without trying to, just spurting and spurting and spurting as the doctor finished his gentle ball-massage. “S-sorry!” he gasped as his cock turned into a powerful fountain, cum rocketing a good five or six feet into the air. “Ahh! Sorry!” The doctor smiled, removed his rubber gloves and tossed them into the trash, handed him a towel. “Don’t worry about it, Sean. It’s a natural reaction - it shows me everything’s in working order.” And since then, well, Sean had just stayed at home. Whatever that cream was, it had put the sexual aspect of things into hyperdrive. Sean lay in his tortured, cum-soaked underwear, his titanium-rod cock throbbing excruciating pleasure with every heartbeat, hands gripping the sofa under his tensed basketball-sized glutes, toes curling and uncurling, moaning. He never had to touch himself - sometimes he used his non-dominant left-hand, giving a feather-stroke, experimental, to see how it felt - and the electric pulse of obliterating erotic bliss was almost too much - he’d give his cock three or four slow, careful carresses and then he’d pull his hand away, as if it had touched a hot stove. No work. No social engagements. Just his body and what was happening to it. When hunger got too much he’d order delivery online, pay with his credit card, yell for the delivery person to leave it on the counter. He’d go retrieve the pizza, the pad thai, the chicken tikka masala, and eat it over the sink, his cock dribbling precum, painfully, distractingly hard even as he satisfied his raging hunger. His body was still growing - he needed the calories - but frankly he hadn’t stepped on a scale. He was ordering massive quantities of food, though, and none of it was going to fat … Day Twenty. Work friends hadn’t seen him all week - he was in danger of losing his job. He sometimes worked from home but he hadn’t even checked in for days. He wasn’t answering his phone. He’d disappeared from social media. People were worried - they forgot about his recent astonishing muscle growth, focused instead on the possibility that something dire had happened to him. Tim, his best buddy on the job, finally came around his apartment after Thursday’s shift, to see if he was OK, fearing the worst. Ready to call the police and file a missing person’s report. He knocked. A thick, deep voice, sounded distracted, sounding … clenched? called in response. “It’s open!” then a groan. “Unh, just, uh, leave it on the kitchen counter!” It didn’t sound like Sean. Tim, hesitant, opened the door, walked in. The place reeked. Pizza boxes, take out trays, littered the counter and floor. The air itself was stale. It smelled like a locker room, mixed with … some other smell? “Sean?” Another groan “Unnh, who’s that? Fuck, hold on.” Tim felt the floorboards vibrate, like someone with a very heavy tread had just planted their full weight on the floor. “Fuck, I don’t have anything to put on. Sorry.” More vibrations, footfalls. Then Sean came into view. All 298 lbs of him, not an ounce of fat, muscles fit to burst his pale Irish skin, with a five-day gingery hobo-beard. BO strong enough to stun an ox. A couch cushion clutched in front of his crotch. Stance wide to accommodate thighs that were each about the circumference of Tim’s slim chest. Otherwise naked. “Sean, what the fuck’s happened to you?” “Oh, hey Tim. Pardon the state of the place.” Sean still had his mannerisms, his voice deepened by the gallons of testosterone rewriting his body but his blue eyes the same. But then, not the same, as something a little … predatory? seemed to glint in them as he sized up his substantially smaller friend. “C’mon in. Stay a while. I’ve got some food on the way. I’ll tell you all about my little, uh, problem. Maybe you could even help me out?” Day Twenty-Three. Tim came to, groggy. He had no idea if it was morning, afternoon, or night. His whole body was sore, head to toe. He was dehydrated. His eyelids dragged when he blinked and his tongue stuck inside his mouth. He staggered off the bed and to his feet. His limp cock flopped against his inner thigh like an overcooked noodle. Memory came flooding back, and with it an empty ache in his ass. Sean’s unbelievable body was heaped before him, taking up almost all of the bed. Memories from the last three days rushed through his mind’s eye, and Tim’s overcooked noodle quickly transitioned to something more substantial and al dente. Sean pumping into him mercilessly, insatiably, spurting in him and not even stopping, just slowing down for a few minutes before resuming his frenzied pace. Finally pulling out after what felt like hours. Tim lying groggy in the bed, spent and useless, hazily watching Sean, a monster of muscle, gorge on ridiculous quantities of food, his body slightly bigger at each such feeding session. Sometimes Tim felt he could see Sean growing - or was that just a trick of perception? Each feeding session followed by more fucking. When had Tim found time to eat? When had he slept? What day was it? Tim groaned and kicked his jeans on the floor. His phone skittered out of his pocket. The sudden reminder that there was life outside of this dank cave of an apartment. Fuck. Tim bent to retrieve the phone, joints aching from days of hard use and dehydration. Of course the battery was dead. He looked over at Sean. Sean was sleeping. It was the first time Tim had seen Sean sleep this whole time. Best not to wake him. Tim decided to try to find a place to charge his phone on his own. But first: water. Tim stood by the sink, drinking water, draining then refilling his glass, then again. He collected his thoughts. Something had gone badly wrong with his friend. Or badly right. No. Stop it. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t healthy. Sean looked like some kind of roided freak, some kind of cartoon of masculine musculature. Just last month he had been a normal athletic sort of guy, the kind of late 20s young professional who filled out a medium t-shirt nicely but nothing more. Tim doubted there was any off-the-rack size that could contain Sean’s massive torso now. How many X’s in front of that L? And why bother? He was obviously still swelling. A shirt that fit today he’d hulk out of by the end of the week. The thought hit Tim like a suckerpunch. How much bigger is he going to get? Tim had fallen into the same rabbithole that had swallowed Sean. Both of them had disappeared, as far as the outside world was concerned. But it was Tim’s duty to remind Sean of the outside world. To bring him back. He’d come here to help his friend, not to join him in this… endless bacchanal. Tim shook his head, the cobwebs clearing. He set the glass on the counter. He saw Sean’s phone, plugged into the wall. They shared the same model. Tim unplugged Sean’s phone in order to charge his own. When he did, he saw the missed notifications, the missed calls. Everyone had been trying to reach Sean. He was friendly. Sociable. A popular nice guy. His family loved him. And everyone was worried. Where had he gone? What was happening to him? His own phone safely charging, Tim gathered his will and walked calmly to Sean’s bedside. “Sean,” he said as he approached. “Sean. Wake up.” Sean grumbled like a distant avalanche. “Sean. I mean it. We need to break out of this. Wake up.” “Huh?” Sean rolled over, raised his body up on one arm. The shapes that tricep morphed into as it supported his overdeveloped torso! His arm had to be at least 24″ around - maybe more? “Tim?” “Yeah, buddy,” Tim said, cursing as he realized he was still naked, feeling the blood rushing to his cock at the sight of Sean’s beautiful face, his clear blue eyes, innocent and trusting as he awoke, perched atop that godly body. That heap of muscle that continued to expand at an unholy rate. “Look. We need to focus. Something isn’t right here. You’ve been missing for more than a week now, and I’ve been - god - I’ve been here for three days, and all we’ve done is fuck and eat. It has to end. This isn’t sustainable. Something’s not right. I think we need to get you to a doctor.” Sean chuckled darkly. “I know, buddy. Don’t think my brain has turned to mush. I’ve been thinking this whole time - this has gone wrong, I need to stop this, I need to get help, I need to stop before my whole life is wrecked. But do you know how difficult it is to ignore all this?” He casually flexed a bicep and popped a pec; the gnarled peak of arm muscle strained towards his fist, still some distance to go but clearly wanting to close the gap, while his pec’s simple twitch was like a fault-line earthquake, a tectonic plate heaving under a mountain. “A doctor got me into this situation in the first place. A doctor’s just the last thing I need. I need to let whatever chemicals they put in me run their course, get out of my system.” He groaned, clearly becoming aroused against his will, aroused by his own body, by what was happening to him. “I didn’t think it’d take this long, to be honest. I thought I'd have stabilized by now. Returned to something like normal.” “Look,” Tim said. “Even if a doctor is to blame for this - if this is some kind of medical trial gone wrong - you’ve got to go see him. He’s obviously the person who knows best what’s happening to you, he’s the person who best knows how to help stop this. Or reverse it.” “Reverse it?!” Sean snarled like a threatened animal; it would have been threatening from a normal man, from a mutant like Sean it was terrifying. Tim jumped back. Sean quickly regained his resolve. “Oh wow, sorry. Sorry. My god. Yes. Of course. Stop it. Or reverse it. Maybe… go back to halfway between where I was and where I am now…. maybe?” He whimpered, shifting from snarling beast to anxious puppy. “Tim, man. You have no idea how good this feels. I know I need to stop if I want to have any hope of living a normal life again, but…. to go back to how I was before? Stop the growth - yes - certainly. Reverse it…. I don’t think…..” “OK. You’re clearly agitated. That’s understandable. I’d have a million different feelings if I as in your position, too. I’ve got your phone here. Why don’t you give that Doctor’s office a call and explain what’s happening and we’ll get you in there as soon as we can. I’m sure he’ll be able to see you.” Sean grudgingly took the phone from Tim. He held it at an odd angle as he navigated the menus. “Can’t see it over my damn pecs,” he said with a weak smile when he caught Tim’s questioning look. But after hitting the dial button, the real dilemma became apparent. A look of shock came over Sean’s face. “I can’t reach,” he said, trying to bring the phone to his ear. His basketball-sized deltoid pressed against the side of his face; his enormous bicep mashed against his hamhock forearm, preventing the elbow from bending any further. “It won’t go. I’m too big. Holy fuck.” “Speakerphone!” Tim said urgently, hearing the soft sound of the rings going through. Sean hit the button just in time. “-en’s office,” a pleasant female voice said. “How may I help you today?” “This is Sean McGrath,” Sean said. “From the recent trial? I think… I think something has gone wrong. I'd like to see the Doctor ASAP.” The sound of computer keys tapping. “I see you’ve missed your last two appointments, Mr McGrath,” the woman said frostily; she hesitated, then, and when she spoke next the tone of her voice was very different, low and urgent. “Please stay on the line, sir, I’ll get the doctor right away. I know he’ll want to speak with you. Please stay on the line.” In the minute of silent waiting, Sean and Tim looked at each other, not exchanging words. Tim felt his body responding to the dense gravity well that was Sean’s mere physical existence, the way his unthinkably huge muscles tested the limits of his pale skin, the shapes morphing and shifting uncomfortably even as he sat there, almost motionless, waiting for the doctor to come to the phone. Tim wanted nothing more than to leap at Sean, to feel his body surrounded and overwhelmed by that dense hot burgeoning flesh. He swallowed hard and tried to summon as many deeply unsexy thoughts as he could. It was no use. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “Mr. McGrath,” a male voice said. “Finally. We’ve been trying to reach you for more than a week, ever since you missed your next appointment. The last treatment you received. It was-” “-messed up?” Sean said, testily. “-I’d perhaps use a different term, but certainly. Please. I have your address on file. I will come to you immediately. I don’t trust that you’ll reach me if you venture out into public. For reasons that I most likely don’t need to explain.” The doctor paused. “Uh, Sean…. how large….?” “I don’t know,” Sean said, still sounded annoyed. “My scale only goes to 300, and the last few days it displays a big red electronic E when I step on it.” “My word,” the doctor said. “Very well. Sit tight, try to stay calm, and I’ll be with you in a moment.” Sean reached over and ended the call. He looked up at Tim, naked, slender, his proud 7″ cock straining at full mast, betraying how he felt about the whole situation. Sean, on the other hand, felt like he was thinking clearly for the first time in weeks. “If you could get me a glass of water,” Sean asked, “that would be nice.” Tim swallowed, nodded, and headed to the kitchen. Sean’s place was open concept, so he could watch Tim’s tight little butt shift with each step; memories of the countless times he’d stuffed that hole over the last few days flooded Sean’s mind. “And a protein shake. Make it a double.” His gut loudly grumbled. “Triple.” Somehow they managed to keep their hands off each other until the knock on the door. Sean guzzled three more protein shakes as Tim watched, almost shaking with erotic need. Sean glared. This was serious. He needed Tim to focus. Tim was going to help him get out of this. Finally, a knock on the door. “Come in!” Sean yelled. “Hello Sean,” said a slight, well-dressed middle-aged man with a gentle face, as he strode purposefully into the room, carrying a large medical bag. His stride faltered as he caught sight of the behemoth sitting in his bed, taking up almost all of the queen sized mattress. “Yeah,” Sean said. “Drink it in. Get a good look. It’s your handiwork after all, isn’t it?” “Beyond my expectations….” the Doctor muttered. “Well beyond….” He opened his bag and began fiddling with equipment; Tim could see he was preparing a syringe. “It’s very good you called us, Sean,” he said. “You see, you are what we call a super-responder. The other healthy subjects have gained, oh, perhaps eight or nine pounds of lean mass. You have gained.... substantially more. An understatement. A dangerous amount of time has elapsed without us observing you. Who knows what might have happened if a few more days had gone by? In any case,” he said, standing, “I’m here now, and I’ve brought everything you need. Not a moment to lose.” He wiped Sean’s orb of a delt with an ethanol swab and quickly checked the syringe for air bubbles. “Yes, I’m here now, and that’s what matters. You will feel a little pinch.” “What’s that? Some kind of antidote?” Sean asked as he felt the needle plunge into his muscle tissue. “Well,” the doctor said, pushing on the plunger, emptying the syringe. “In a manner of speaking.” He pulled the needle out expertly, wiped the tiny drop of blood away with yet another ethanol swab. “To speak with strict honesty: it’s your next dose, Sean.”

So its kinda long and its my first attempt so please be kind but truthful on your constructive criticism. Part 2 will depend on your comments. The wall was cold on my back and legs and moving my arms or legs impossible, the steel still warm. My feet over 5 feet off the ground. I wasn’t going anywhere till he came back. Let me stop here and go back to the beginning of meeting Jeff, my college roommate or should I say, my tower of power. It was my move-in day, first day I met Jeff. Second year at college, still in dorm room not too interested in frat life, so stuck in the dorms again. I have a sea-bag full clothes and two boxes of stuff and only 5 more in the car. Best thing that happened so far is that the dorm room is on the first floor but the building was being renovated so everyone elected not to move in. I would be in a room by myself, yeah me! So everything out of the car, unpacking it all and have things all over the place. The college gym has a climbing wall that I really wanted to get to. So I found my brand new full-body climbing harness and slipped it on and head out to the gym. BAM...and on my butt. “Who put something in front of my door?” Shaking my head to get my senses back and I hear a baritone laugh, “Sorry little man, need to watch where you're going.” I look up and I see a mountain of a man; well over 6 foot and big as the door frame. I slowly stand and find out that he is a good two feet taller than my 5’1. “Can I help you?” He looks down and laughs again, “this is my room,” he replies. “I don't think so I’m in this room by myself.” “Not anymore” as he starts walking, pushing me back into my room. He drops his boxes and looks around the room. “Dude I’m telling you, this is a solo room. I was told by housing that I would be by myself as there are plenty of rooms left over.” He looks at me and just smiles. “Well then you need to find a new room, cause this is mine.” He walks right up to me and stands there. Now, let me tell you what I am looking at. He is, like I said, a good two feet taller than me as my eyes are at the bottom of his pecs. He is wearing blue jeans that look like they are painted on and his thighs are about as wide as my chest. His chest is about two of me standing side by side. Wide shoulders that look like bowling balls supporting arms that look like two sides of beef, they have to be about 23” unflexed just hanging there. He is wearing a gray t-shirt that is so tight it looks like a second skin, and his pecs about to bust through. Huge hands that could probably palm my head with ease. High and tight military style hair cut with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I will repeat, a mountain of power. He smiles again, “We could be roommates if you don’t mind having me working out a lot and sometimes helping me with my workout.” “Um, well, I guess I could, it’s a fairly large room. Maybe we can take the metal framed bunk beds apart and I could live on one side and you on the other?” He looks at me and smiles then moves over to the bunk beds, slips both arms under the top bunk and just lifts it right off and carries it to the other side of the room like it weighs nothing and sets it down. “Wow, you lifted that with ease.” I say. “That wasn’t even close to what I normally curl with both arms” he says, laughing. “But, but that weighs over 100 pounds at least?” I ask hesitatingly. “Yeah, guarantee it weighs more than you, huh? What do you weigh, little man?” “Me? I, um, well I weigh 120lbs.” He throws his head back and starts laughing loud, “Yeah that bed weighs like two of you and it was easy. I usually start curling at 200 for a warm-up and usually end around 320. Shooting for 350 by end of year.” “No freakin way dude, you can’t be serious, curling 350 with both arms? Damn dude. What the heck do you bench?” “Benching close to half a ton” he replied with a huge smile. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I mean you’re huge and all but never met a guy that could lift that much. How the hell am I supposed to help you with a workout?” He then steps in front of me again, smiling, and runs his fingers up and down my harness, “What’s this for?” “I was heading over to the gym for rock climbing, it’s my harness, so I don’t fall. I just bought it because my old one wasn’t as sturdy. Why?” “Well you said you weigh a buck 20 right? I can show you how you will help me with my work-out if you don’t mind? Then again you’ll help me even if you don’t want too.” Smiling again he wraps his huge fingers around my side straps at my pecs, and winks and slowly I feel the straps getting tight around my groin. I look at his arms and they are twitching but not really straining. The next thing I feel is that my heels are leaving the ground. I grab his wrists which are so big my hands can’t get around them. My upward motion stops as only my heels have left the ground, and he just smiles. “Hey, what the hell?? What are you doing? Holy shit you’re just holding me here. Put me down.” “Dude you are so light. What am I doing? Anything I want and you’re going along for the ride” he says still smiling and not a strain or show that its hard holding me. “Dude how long can you hold me here?” I ask half scared. “Well part of my military training was to hold 200lbs at half curl for at least five minutes, but I set a record holding it for a good 30 minutes, without the slightest tremor in my arms. My arms finally gave out after about an hour and 20 minutes. So, how long can I hold your measly buck 20? Not sure. But it won’t matter, watch.” He just stares into my eyes and without me feeling much, I look down and now I am on just my toes, almost up like a ballerina but most of my toes still touch the floor, then I stop just like before. “Stop this right now! Put me down! You can’t do this. Holy crap what do you think you are Hercules? Put me down!” I start squirming around and hitting his forearms, which feel like I am hitting steel beams and they don’t move at all, no matter how hard I try, I don’t move at all, not even an inch. He watches me squirm, and just starts laughing at each attempt to get down. His laugh almost mechanical and with total control. My eyes now set at his mid-pec level and I can see them shaking as he laughs. I grab his wrists again trying to come to realization that I’m not going to fall. As I hold his wrists and feel the cords moving. I look back at his face and he knows that I know I’m not going anywhere for a while and he smirks. “Ok, now I think you’re starting to understand what’s going on here,” he says with a shitty ass grin. “Now, let’s see if we can get you a little higher so we can look eye to eye.” “No, you can’t, stop, put me down, are you serious?” All my statements met with a glare and smirk. He looks down at my feet and I follow his gaze. Only to see light under my feet as I slowly, and I mean really slowly am taken off the ground. He continues to curl me up and up so that when I look up, I am face to face with this mountain of muscle and power. I have just been curled for one full rep and it took like 20 minutes. My motion comes to an abrupt stop. “You need to understand little man that I am in charge, not you. I tell you what to do, you can’t tell me what to do. You have no power here at all. I can hold you here for twice what I did with the 200lbs.” I wiggle my feet back and forth trying to come to grips that I really am in the air, with two of the biggest arms I’ve ever seen holding me with ease. He starts walking around the room looking at my stuff and sliding it with his feet, while I’m just hanging there. Once all my boxes and stuff are over near the bunk he moved, he goes back to the middle of the room where we started. “Alright little man, let me try to get a pump with your little body.” He slowly uncurls his arms till my feet are about an inch from the ground and his arms are fairly straight. He winks at me, then he stops smiling and gets a look of determination. I start moving back up, then down, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5...20...30...40...50, nice warm-up, 60...70...80...90...100. Still think you can tell me what to do?” “Damn man that was 100 reps with my 120 and you didn’t even break a sweat.” I say as he just holds me at the top of the rep. “Let’s get these 24” bicep up to 26 or better.” He states as he sets me down on the floor. But he doesn’t let go completely, he grabs my chest strap with his right arm, looks down at me, smiles and I feel my feet leave the floor with just the power of his right arm curling me again. “1, 2, 3...10...30... 50...70...100. How’s that for power little man? A buck 20 for 100 reps with just my right arm.” He switches arms and does it again for another 100 reps. “Now that’s a little pump.” He sets me down again and flexes a double bicep and his shirt sleeves just blow out. He grabs my bed and puts it up on its end, then reaches back over to me and lifts me up to one of the legs and slides it through the “D” rings I have on the back and let’s go. I hang there unable to get down. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” Laughing as he walks out of the room. He returns about 5 minutes later and has a bundle of rebar and the rest of his things. After setting it on the floor, he grabs the remnants of his t-shirt and tears it like tissue paper from his body. He comes back over to me and slides me off the leg and sets me down. “So are you ready for more of a workout?” he asks me but not waiting for an answer grabs my shoulder with one hand and my thigh with the other and lifts me to his chest. At this point I can’t resist and I feel his bicep with one hand. It is warm to the touch but hard as a steel ball, a steel bowling ball. He snickers as he feels me groping his bicep. Then with the same ease as before, presses me over his head and holds me there. “How’s the view little man?” As if I was lifting a pillow, he powers me up and down at a steady easy pace. I hear him counting again but this time the numbers are flying by 50...100...150... “Oh shit, how many are you going to do?” I ask trying to understand his power. “I’m thinking 300 before I go to one arm presses. 200...250...300.” I stop moving. He sets me down and again grabs the center strap again and up I go to the side of this mountain. His arm is curled out to his side then with a blast of speed again, I am moving like I weigh nothing. 300 reps, then over to the other side and bam, bam, bam, 300 more reps. He moves me like I am nothing to him. With my feet back on the floor, he shakes out his arms and stand right in front of me. “Now that gives you a small sample of how you are going to help me with my workouts. As you see, I can do just about anything I want with you. Now let’s see what you can do, I want you to try and straighten my arm.” He curls it just a little and I grab his wrist and push with all my might. “Push harder dude, straighten my arm, you don’t have far to go. Come on little man put your whole body into it. You have to be stronger than my one arm, come on do it.” At this point, I am red in the face and putting every ounce of strength I have just to move his arm. I am almost hugging his forearm trying to get it to move. He starts laughing and I feel his hand grab my waist strap of the harness and I am instantly propelled in the air and upside down. He just starts laughing as he holds me there. Back on the floor he tells me, “hey go move your dresser over to your side of the room.” Now the dressers are solid wood, not the pressed wood shit, these are solid. I grab it and try to slide it and can barely budge it. He walks over, one hand on each side and lifts it up. But instead of putting in on my side of the room he sets it right in front of the door. Then to make matters worse, he grabs the second one and puts it on top the first. Laughing he steps back and says, “I guess we know who’s going out that door and who’s going to be left in the room.” “So how did you get so strong, dude?” I ask inquisitively. “Well let me tell you while I pump my biceps again.” Before I can move out of reach, he has my chest strap and I am propelled again out to his side. He is about to do side bicep curls with me. “You count this time while I tell you a little story. I went in the Marine Corps at 18 and was only a little bigger then you are now (25). I volunteered for a special medical testing procedure (46). They told me that this procedure would help the entire military if it worked (78). I grew about 5 inches and gained about 30lbs (110). They thought I would have been bigger, so they thought it was a failure and decided to discharge me (150 switch arms). But in reality, it did work just took longer to develop in me (38). After about a year, I was eating and lifting like a mad man (59). Before I knew it, lifting the front of an SUV was easy for me (88). But I kept going pushing myself harder and farther than anyone could imagine (126). Came to school here for my master’s degree and to understand how to get bigger (150).” “Dude you just freakin curled me 150 side bicep reps and you did it while talking. I mean, damn dude, you are so freakin incredibly strong. Now you’re just holding me here, wow, dude I just can’t believe how strong you are.” “You will before today is over, little man or should I say little boy?” As I look at the mountain, he appears to have gotten bigger but it might just be the lifting that he just did, and his muscles getting pumped that make him look bigger. He just smiles down at me and starts flexing showing the pump he just got with me. “Dude” I start to say but am interrupted. “From now on you call me Hercules, I like that name.” “What? You want me to call you Hercules? Dude really.” His right arm shoots out and grabs my shirt and harness and before I can really comprehend I am propelled toward his chest and slam hard into it and am nose to nose with him. “You WILL call me Hercules; do you understand?” My feet off the ground by a good two feet and his right arm tight as hell, I’m not going anywhere and he’s shaking me back and forth just to emphasize my predicament. “ok, ok, ok, Hercules…can you put me down now?” “I can do anything I want with your buck 20 and I choose to make sure you understand I’m in charge.” He carries me back to the upright bed and slides the leg through the “D” rings again and let’s go. I sway there knowing I don’t have a choice. He starts unpacking his stuff and putting things in the top dresser, weighing it down even more. He opens one of the boxes and pulls out metal rebar about 4ft long which are bent on the ends. He looks at the wall behind where my bed is and brings the rebar over. “Well they aren’t going to mind, cause they will probably redo the walls in here anyway.” He states. Then places the end of one of the bar a little over his head, pulls back his arm and slams it into the wall, let me repeat that and let it soak in, He slams it INTO the wall. It sinks a good foot into the concrete block wall, like I would stab a pickle with a toothpick. He tugs on it and sees it is solid. He repeats the process spacing them out about three feet apart. “Holy shit that went a good foot in.” I state out loud but thinking I was saying that to myself. He looks at me with a sullen stare, and just smiles. Then back to the rest of his unpacking. A good two hours have passed and he is done. He comes over and looks at me, “how’s it hanging?” Laughing at his own joke. “I would greatly appreciate if you put me down so I can take a piss and then maybe I can unpack my stuff?” “Sounds good.” He states “You’re not going to try and run away are you?” “No, sir. The door is blocked and the windows don’t open and there are bars on them.” He looks out the windows, “I can open them, what’s your problem, weakling?” He lifts me again with both hands and slides me free of the bunk leg. He then carries me into the bathroom and looks around to make sure I can’t get away and puts me down very slowly, laughing the entire time, teasing me with the floor by bouncing me up and down as I am about to touch the floor. After a few minutes he sets me down with a thud and walks back into the main room. I relieve myself which takes a few minutes as I was holding it for about an hour. I slowly reenter the room and start to unpack my stuff as he is laying on his bed; well as best a beast of his size can...feet off the end, shoulders a good 6inches off either side, his hands wedged under him so they don’t hang there, and his head resting on my sleeping bag as a pillow. That dude is huge; I’m telling ya. I load my dresser trying not to make too much noise. I think I can handle the bed and slowly bring it down to the floor. It is heavy but with a lot of struggling I get it back on four legs and push it into the corner of the room. I make my bed and figure to lay down myself and rest, but as I look around the room I see pictures and trophy’s and curiosity gets the best of me. I venture over and see a pic of him holding two young guys that look like him, one in each arm and they are out to his side and a good two feet off the ground. He is smiling and they look scared. There is a caption under the pic that reads, ‘my bros hanging out with me.’ Damn this dude is big, I mutter to myself. I then see a pic of him lifting the front of an SUV, while an older man is at the tire. This caption reads, ‘Helping dad with auto maintenance.’ Oh my word. I look at some of the trophies which are for local weight lifting contests that he placed in. There are other pics of him doing pushups with the two ‘bros’ on his back; doing squats with the bros holding onto a bar; and the last one I see is what appears to be a barbell bar bent into a ‘U’ shape and his two bros standing back to back inside the ‘U’ and it looks like it’s been rammed into the ground, trapping them. At this second I feel breathing and sense a large shadow over me. I slowly turn and am face to abs with Jeff. He looks at me then at the picture, then snickers that turns into all out laughter. “Those two...are my older twin brothers that used to pick on me all the time growing up. Now, I play with them like they are toys, karma’s a bitch, huh?” Without warning, he grabs my upper arms and presses them in then lifts me upward carrying me away from his side of the room and plants me close to my bed. “It’s nap time little man, I need some rest and so do you.” He states. “But I want to head to the gym and then grocery store, so if you’ll move the dressers I will head out and be back when you wake up.” I state trying to reason with him. He spins me around so my back is at his abs and then curls his arm around my throat. I try and stop him but is futile to even try. He continues to bend his arm as if I’m not even there, my neck wedged very nicely into the crook of his arm. Not tight but just locked in place. Then he stands up to full height and I am propelled into the air, my own body weight working against me. “No, I don’t think so,” he states and slowly contracts his arm and flexes it, “I think you will take a nap and not argue with me. In fact, I insist.” As his arm tightens and I start losing conciseness. He brings me higher so that his mouth is even with my ear and whispers, “night, night little boy, in 3 ... 2 ... 1.” I try to struggle and pull on his arm but it’s just doesn’t move at all and as he starts to count I fall deeper and deeper in to sleep, hearing the enjoyment in his tone, I slump down. He then very nicely lays me in my bed, takes my blanket and tucks me in, wrapped like a burrito. To make sure I am not going anywhere he grabs two long rebar and lays them across me. One at my chest and one at my lower thighs. Then bends the ends around the bottom of the bunk, trapping me in place. I awake to what I think is an earthquake as my bed is moving around and I’m being jiggled from side to side and it appears that the room is moving too. But as I slowly become more awake I realize a few things at one time. First, I can’t move. I see that I am wrapped tightly in my blanket and then see the two bars holding me into the bed. I struggle but can’t really move. Second, is that it is just my bed that is moving, more precisely, it is going up and down fairly quick. I hear the baritone voice under me 201.202.203.204. I see Jeff’s knees bent and realize he is under my bed bench pressing it. “What the hell are you doing?” I scream. “Oh, good morning little man, just let me finish up my second set and we’ll talk. 250...275...300…” “How many are you doing ya little shithead.” I say without thinking first, then realize, not the best thing to say after what happened yesterday. The movement stops abruptly. “I will chalk up that last comment to the fact that you are just waking up and not fully awake. 350...375...400...450...and 500.” He set the bed down and slowly climbs out from under it. Stands up and stretches his huge physique. Looks down at me and just starts laughing as I am struggling to get out of the bed. “What’s the problem? Can’t move? (Laughing even louder) Ah, poor little man all fastened in bed? Are those little 1/2" rebar too much for you to get out of?” He then grabs both ends of the bar on my chest, that are bent and with a twist of the wrist, unbends the bar, and removes them. He repeats the process with the bar on my thighs. I just lay there and watch as he manipulates the bars to his wish. He then grabs the blanket at my chest with his right hand and the bottom at my feet with his left and up over his head I fly into a standing military press almost 11’ in the air. “Ready?” not waiting for a response commences with quick reps that are flying by. Before I know it he is up to 35 reps and not slowing at all. At 50 he starts laughing again, “you are so freakin light little man...75...100...how much did you say you weighed again?” “Me, um, well, I, um, weigh 120lbs!” “150...damn this might help a little.” The motion starts to slow but not because I am heavy or he is tired, but I realize he is doing resistance reps, slow downward rep and explosive upward and this goes for the last 20 reps. He stands me on the bed and the blanket slips down off me and I run to the bathroom. After taking a long piss I come back into the room and Jeff is shirtless and stretching. “You ok? Did you have a nice night’s sleep?” Jeff asks as I am staring at the huge mountain of muscle. The guy could win any heavyweight bodybuilding contest he entered, hands-down. “So while you were sleeping I went to the grocery store and got a bunch of stuff, mostly my protein and supplements, but I got some things for you too. Breakfast is in the mic. Hope you like scrambled eggs, bacon, breakfast potatoes, and biscuits. Orange juice on your desk and coffee is made. I want you to know that I’m not just a strong, big man, but I can take care of you as you have been doing a lot for me lately.” Still staring, trying to take in his size and the fact that all my fantasies are standing right in front of me and most of the fulfilled yesterday with his ‘workout’. Like a zombie, I walk over to my desk and down the orange juice like I hadn’t had a drink in weeks. We both sat down and ate the huge breakfast he got from the campus diner, lots of food. There were three steaks, two southern fried chicken steaks, bacon, sausages, taters, gravy, eggs, like about dozen or more, bread and biscuits. I also noticed a lot of grocery bags filled with stuff in the kitchen area. As we ate we talked about ourselves and got to know each other. He told me that he just wanted to show off yesterday and establish himself as the Alpha male. He likes to lift and just thought it would be fun and didn’t mean to scare me. I thought it was safe to tell him that I was gay and that most of the stuff he did with me, I actually enjoyed, he just smiled. We talked about working out and he told me that he is actually 7’4 at 335lbs with like 6% body fat, which made me feel even smaller than what I already am. I mean, I am 5’1 and 120lbs, on a bad day, usually weighing in at a whopping 115lbs soaking wet. So the next few hours we got know each other and talk about our past and stuff. I automatically cleaned up the dishes and started putting the over 30 bags of groceries away, filled the fridge, and put all his supplements and stuff he uses over on his side of the room. As I was walking back to my side he steps in front of me, looming like a large mountain. “Do you mind being our houseboy, if I keep buying the groceries and stuff?” He asked very politely. “No man, not at all, kinda used to it as I had to do it when I lived at home. My step brother and step father demanded it from me, so I’m just used to doing it and really don’t mind.” As the day wore on, Jeff took a nap and I decided to venture outside to see what was happening around campus and find where my classes would be. Then stopped off at the gym for some climbing time and do some cardio. I lost track of time and started heading back around 4pm. As I entered the hallway, I noticed loud thuds coming from our room, almost like someone was tearing the place apart. I noticed our door wedged flat into the wall across the hall. I hear Jeff groaning like he is being hurt. So I rush in, “What the hell is going on in here, are you ok Jeff?” Oh, he was ok alright, but the rebar he was bending wasn’t and to top that off he bent them all into perfect “U” shape and tossed them on MY bed. He spins around and his eyes were so dark navy blue that I thought there were black. “Where the fuck have you been.” His voice so deep and angry it resonates the walls and into my bones. I had the thought of just turning tale and running as fast as I could, but I couldn’t move. I looked at him and as calmly as I could, answered his question, “I went out to the gym for cardio and climbing and then walked campus to make sure I knew where my classes where for next week. I left you a note on my desk.” I walk to my desk and grab the piece of paper to show him. As I am turning both his hands shoot out, ball up my t-shirt very tight, and he proceeds to slowly curl me as he starts talking, “I didn’t see you when I woke up, I didn’t see the note either. I waited and waited. I thought you changed your mind and tried to get another room, tried to get away from me, tried to tell the school authorities what I had done with you, tried to get me in trouble. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t dare. I was afraid you weren’t coming back. I didn’t want to eat dinner alone.” Our faces mere centimeter from each other. His voice still angry and booming; his grip very tight; my feet just dangling again. I grab his fists and try to talk him down, “Jeff, we discussed this earlier, I want to be here, I want to help you, shit, I want to cook and clean for you, it’s what I do best, well that and just hang off your fists.” I smile trying so hard to get him to calm down. I feel his fists tighten more and am moved higher and higher till his arms are over his head. He shakes me hard back and forth. The note I wrote in my hand and he looks at it for the first time. Reading it then looking back up at me, slowly the ceiling gets farther away from my head as he slowly puts me down. “Sorry little man, I just got worried. Don’t want anything to happen to my new friend, my new toy. I hope you’re not mad at me, I just a little upset when I didn’t see you here.” As school was about to start, I made sure I left notes high enough he would see them and he started looking for them before he got upset. Football season was on us with parties after games and tailgates before. Jeff and I didn’t see much of each other during the day but at night it was workout city in our room. Pushups with me on his back; benching me and anything else he could put on my bed, which included one of the dressers; one arm and two arm curls with his little toy friend; shoulder and military presses, you name it he did it and I went along for the ride, like I had a choice. As classes continued I was “asked” or rather bullied into tutoring one of the football jocks. There were a few nights I didn’t get home till late, which cut into Jeff’s workout time. He understood but it made him wonder why. So one evening Jeff followed me to the ‘frat’ house and saw the guy the I was supposed to be tutoring forcing me to wrestle him and dominating me with ease. Then the bully would press me overhead for a few reps, nothing like Jeff could do, not even close. But it upset Jeff that I didn’t tell him and that I allowed it to happened and not report him. I left the frat house later than usually wanting to get home so Jeff wouldn’t be upset. As I am walking, sore from the wrestling session, I feel this huge hand grab my shoulder spin me around and there is Jeff’s massive upper body. I look up and see his face in not mad but a strong look of concern. “Are you ok?” I stare at his face and nod my head yes. “I got concerned so I followed you and saw what that ass is doing to you instead of paying you. Do you have your harness?” I nod again almost afraid of what might happen if he went back to confront the jock. “Put it on cause I need to go for a run.” I look puzzled but never questioned him in the past so not now. I slip it on but he loosens the strap and lifts me onto his back and puts his arms through like a backpack and I’m the backpack. He pulls a belt out of his bag and puts it around both of us securing me to his back. “Here we go, hang on.” He takes off at a nice jog making sure I’m not getting hurt. We get to the main road, not much traffic but we are heading away from the dorm rooms. He looks back smiles, and says, “ok now let’s open up these legs and see what they can do.” We are moving at a really good pace, the wind in my face as if I was in a car. I see a sign that shows the town of Grover 10 miles ahead. I feel him speeding up and before I know it we are in Grover and making a small pit stop in the local grocery store for water, I am still attached to him and he is having fun showing off. He buys some water and starts walking back to the college. The large gallon jug of water is down and he starts running or should I say sprinting at this point back to the room. We arrive a short time later 12 miles one way and he acts like it was a light jog. In the room, still on his back, he gets some of his power drinks and downs them. Jeff unloosens the belts and sits on my bed unstrapping himself from my harness. He then asks me why I didn’t say anything to him about the bully. I told him that he started paying me good money for tutoring but once his grades improved to the point he could finish the year and not worry about it, that’s when he started forcing me to wrestle and using me as a weight. I told Jeff that I asked him to stop and threatened I would stop tutoring him then he got mad and would grab me after my last class and carry me to the frat house. I told Jeff that I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want Jeff to hurt him. Jeff listened with understanding. Then stood up. Jeff had a Cheshire cat smile, and then crunched his knuckles in his fist, cracking his knuckles which sound like firecrackers. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “I won’t hurt him bad enough that he can’t play but he will know that if he touches you again, well, let’s just say being injured on the field will feel like nothing compared to what I will do with him.” “However, you need to know that no one lifts you or bullies you or threatens you, because you are my toy friend and I get jealous. You should have come to me and told me, now I think I need to remind you that I am in charge of you and everything you do. I think you have forgotten that and me and my muscles need to drive that point home. So as far as I am concerned you just bought yourself a long lifting session.” He grabs me and stands me up in front of him and tightens the straps nice and tight. “Let’s pump these guns.” I am airborne and he starts pounding out rep after rep with his right arm. I am quietly counting and he is just smiling at how easy it is. My count passes 100, then 150, ‘oh shit he going for 300,’ I mumble, 200, 250, 275, and he starts slowing down pushing harder and harder but still knowing he will accomplish his goal, 300! “Jeff that’s the first time you ever done that many, good job!” He stares at me still at the top of the 300th rep. I see his left arm come up and takes the place of his right. “Again?” I ask. And it’s his turn to just nod. He goes at again like an animal pumping his arm up and down over and over like a machine. The last couple of reps he growls like a bear slowly getting the 300th rep and sets me down. His face and body so tense. “I don’t like you going to the frat house, so from now on you won’t in fact you’re going to take some time off, off from tutoring and off the floor.” He grabs one of the old rebar that he had bent into a U and proceeds to put me in the U shape then with greater ease than I saw him before, wraps the top part of the bar around my upper chest about 3 times and then the other part of the bar he wraps around my abs area pinning my entire arms to my side. He grabs another one and starts wrapping it around my knees, one part going up around my thighs, the bottom bar down around to my ankles. He then takes another bar and feeds it down the back of me and when it is at my feet lifts me and bends the ends so I am standing on the ends of the rebar. “Now little man you are going to hang out here while I deal with your bully.” He grabs one of the rebar at my chest level and lifts me with his right arm carrying me to the wall where he and shoved the rebar into the cement block and lifts me up and hangs me on one of them. He lets go and steps back smiling at his nice handy work. The wall was cold on my back and legs and moving my arms or legs impossible, the steel still warm. My feet over 5 feet off the ground. I wasn’t going anywhere till Jeff came back.

This is awesome. Keep it cumming!

Tgis story is so awesome!!!! Though I must admit that part of me is sad that they were not able to stay in the Calcryans' homeworld, being surounded by amazingly huge and muscular & hung men (and women), being part of the reigning royal family and learning about the new world they would inhabit. And maybe even have them be able to have a way to temporarily look like humans (although giant ones) again and return to Earth every now and then to spend time there. And maybe do some good on it and some good at the Calcryans' homeworld as well. And experience what it is like to be of royalty on another planet. On the other side it is great to see them return back, even if they are true giants amongst all other humans on Earth. ^^ Though unfortunately they probably had to shrink down huh? It would have been interesting if they wouldn't and see what they could do in their new massively giant size. But oh wel: they are still giant in human standards. ^^;; You know? It would have been funny if our 2 protagonists would actually have been of Calcryan decent and indeed would have been part of the royal lineage but heavily diluted by human dna over generations. xP lol Which would mean that they would have had made another error in returning them in a 100% human state. xD lol And all parties involved would realize later, talk about it with the current royal family and whatever happens next. xD lol

A fantastic continuation written in a beautifully natural style. Congratulations and please continue!

Jeff is the perfect combination of sweet and dominant boy. I love how you portray him. Billy just wants to stay close to those muscles. I cant wait for anyone to make the first move

this is amazing！

Awesome continuation!

I really like where this is going. Good job!

Chapter Six: The Unexpected Saviour As Roger came to, he groaned in agony. He had a splitting headache and couldn’t feel any sensation in his arms or legs. Shaking his head to try and get his bearings, he became aware of the room he was in. It was only a little taller than the body he was trapped in and only a little wider. He was still restrained by his arms and legs and could barely move. In desperation he yelled “This is inhuman!” which prompted a door to open and the person who had called himself “The Victorian Hero” stepped into the room. “And what would you know about that?” he asked as he approached Roger. He didn’t seem all that powerful considering the description he had read in that magazine, but anyone powerful enough to punch him out cold had to be respected. As he walked around the cell opposite Roger, his hands clasped behind his white suit, he stopped and addressed Roger directly. “Sir” he said, “I still call you sir, you will observe, despite the infamy of your crimes. You have been caught and will face trial for your crimes. I am a person with morals and despite the fact that everything you have done in your criminal career revolts me, I feel duty bound to ask you this question. Do you plead for mercy?” and with that pointed a finger at Roger. “YES!” shouted Roger, “because I am not Mr. Muscles!” “Still you deny it!” said the Hero as he resumed his pacing, “Your crimes, sir, demand the death sentence and yet, I simply cannot see you hanging from the noose without offering you a chance to redeem yourself. Admit to the crimes that we don’t know about and I will plead with the judge to offer as much clemency as possible!” and with that he pressed his face against the bars. Roger gulped. He was facing an actual death sentence by hanging and no amount of superhuman strength or muscles the size of melons would prevent him dying. He took a deep breath and said "I will admit all I can!" “Then pray, sir” replied the Hero, “I am all ears!” Roger took a deep breath and said “My name is Roger Dixon, I am a resident of Fort Collins, in the state of Colorado and I was born in forty years time I am a…” but was stopped by “Sorry, did you say, forty years time?" Roger nodded as he looked up and a faint glimmer of recognition swept across the Victorian Hero’s face. “You were born in 1954?” he asked slowly, “and your name is Roger from Fort Collins?" Roger nodded as hard as he could manage. As he did, the glimmer became more and more evident and slowly a sense of realisation dawned on the Victorian Hero. As it did he gasped, and slowly went to the door and closed it before coming back to him and saying “Do you swear on the Bible, that everything you have said since coming here has been the truth?” “Yes" Roger replied, "I would swear on any number of Bibles, the Torah even the Qur'an!" “Roger!” exclaimed the Victorian Hero and with that grabbed the bars and prised them apart. Without a word of explanation he grabbed Roger's restraints pulled them off him and as the body of Mr. Muscles fell on him, he shouldered the weight saying “Roger, it's me, John!" Roger looked at the person in the suit and squinted and as he did the Victorian Hero took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on and asked “Does this help?” Roger stared in disbelief. “It is you!” he exclaimed and the two friends hugged each other with all their might. “So all those stories were true then?” Roger asked, sitting down next to his friend as they both sipped cups of tea. “As a character on my favourite history programme says” replied his friend, “one hundred percent accu-rat!” and smiled “You became a superhero on those journeys with Mr. Fogg?” he asked and his friend nodded “But, hold on” he said, “in that last story you sent me, you lost your powers when you freed that book!” “I did indeed!” his friend replied, “but I got them back again with interest!” and with that he took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm. Roger stared in disbelief at the ball of muscle and as he held it tight, his friend put a finger to his lips and smiled “Shush, spoilers!” "Spoilers?" Roger asked "As far as I can concerned" John replied, "it is 2026 where I come from and in that time I have written twenty books about my adventures here. If my memory serves me correct, you have only bought three of them which means that you are very much behind the times" and with that chuckled as he said “Just to wait until you get my book about my time on the Nautilus, you think that Hans was strong, just wait to see what see Ned!" “So what are you doing now?” Roger asked “Liaising with His Majesty’s Secret Service!” his friend replied and produced a leather wallet that he flipped open to reveal a badge that read “The Victorian Hero, licensed to kill with his bare hands if need be” and pocketed it with “but have never done so. Guess I am too Victorian in that regard. Been working my way up the ranks and am now level with a Captain I believe!” and with that chuckled, “The number of times I’ve been saluted, you would not believe!” Roger chuckled as well and then asked "But what about me? I'm going to hang, surely!" His friend nodded and then paused and suddenly started to smile. "Tell me" he said, still smiling, "Would you like to challenge me?" and with that he unbuttoned his shirt and presented Roger with two firm melons of a chest "After all" he added, "how often are two friends, normally separated by a minimum of seven thousand miles and forty years in age able to meet up in the same place at the same time with, if I may note, two bodies that could probably endure what people like Branch Warren would only be able to manage for a minute before begging for mercy?" and with that he nodded. Roger chuckled again, and placing his cup of tea down, placed it on the mighty pectoral being shown and pushed, moaning as he did so. “Wow” he said, “That is one serious pec!” "So, are we agreed then?" his friend smiled as he buttoned up his shirt. Roger nodded and with that his friend stood up, placed his jacket back on and put his fingers to his lips. He went to the door and opened it saying “Mr. Muscles is refusing to co-operate, but I believe I know a way to get the truth out of him. May I be permitted to take him to my office?” “Ah, ha!” said a distant voice, “going to use that mind reading machine on him eh? Okay then, just don’t hurt him too much!” Gesturing for Roger to stand up, his friend walked over and grabbed hold of his wrists whispering “When we leave this room, pretend to plead for mercy and every so often wail “Please, I beg you, not the mind probe!”. I am taking you home to have the biggest, most powerful and most stimulating workout of your life!” and with that he walked to the door announcing “Mr. Muscles, you are coming with me, the truth will be found out!” and as they left the room Roger played his part to perfection, leading the bobby in charge to take off his hat and whisper “God rest his soul!”

Part 2 - See if you enjoy this one too?? Hello again, my name is Billy and as you remember I am still hanging on the dorm wall like a trophy. Arms and legs still bound with 1/2” steel rebar. Waiting for Jeff to return to our dorm room. Wondering what he could be doing for the last two hours. I had fallen asleep for a bit of that time but as I hang here wondering, I hear heavy footstep heading down the hall. The door busts open and Jeff steps in with a huge grin on his face. “I’m home.” He says striding toward me. His muscles look bigger and harder, like he just had a huge workout. His right hand reaches up to grab the rebar around my chest and he, with no effort at all, slides me up the wall and off the hook, then carries me to the center of the room like some crane moving light material. Jeff lowers me to the ground but doesn’t let go until he knows I can stand on my own. He starts to unbend the bars from around me like they were made of rope. Easy for a man his size. Once free he gently carries me to the table and set me in a chair and starts to unpack the dinner he brought home. A meal fit for a king and his squire. Curiosity has got the best of me. “Where did you go and what has you in such a good mood.” I ask. “Well, you remember that guy you were tutoring? Well, he wont be lifting you anytime soon but you can still tutor him, it will be at the library from now on.” Jeff replied. “What did you do? You didn’t hurt anyone did you?” “Calm down Billy, I’ll tell you everything. Just eat. I went out for a run and found myself at the frat house and just wanted to talk to the guy that bullied you. Kinda set him straight, ya know. Anyway, I knocked on the door and this little guy, not much bigger than you came to the door and gulped really hard when he saw me. I let myself in just moving him backwards. He says that I can’t come in and I just look down and said, “stop me.” I am looking around and there is weight equipment in all over the place in one room, so I decide that I don’t want him to alert anyone. So I quickly put him into a sleeper hold and lift, he goes out quickly and I lay him on the couch. The big guy that I saw you with earlier comes downstairs in a wife beater and sees me standing over his buddy. “What the hell are you doing in here and who are you.” I turn around and tell him that his friend just fainted and I put him on the couch. I look at him and walk toward him. I ask him if he’s being tutored by Billy? He says oh you mean that little smart shit, yeah. Well, I came over to tutor you as well. He starts to relax and laughs. Him and I go into the “weight room” and I ask him to sit down that I need to discuss a few things with him, which he does. I told him that you, Billy, are a good friend of mine and that I don’t appreciate him bullying you around and lifting you. He laughed and asked me if I was your bodyguard. To which I smile and ask him how much he has on the bench and if that’s what he uses. He tells me that is 250 on the bar and then slides under to show off for me and I move to spot him. He benches it about 5reps with difficulty and I grab it with one hand to help but instead I just curl it right out of his hands and rep it for 12 full reps, then I place it back onto his chest and hold it there. I tell him that I really don’t think it’s right for him to bully you and that he needs to rethink his behavior. The whole time he is struggling to move the bar and I just hold it or should I say pressing it with just a fraction of my strength into his chest. I continue to tell him that bullying is not a nice thing to do and he could hurt you if he wasn’t careful. I asked him if he understood me and that he wasn’t going to bully anyone anymore? He is trying so hard to move the bar and it just stays in place until he gives in and says he understands. I then curled the bar back up and did 5 more reps and put it in the rests. He sits up and tries to run for the door. In a few short strides I hold the door closed and he tries to hit me numerous times in the abs, which has no effect on me at all. I grab him by the shoulder with my right arm and his crotch with the left and press him quickly over my head. I start walking around the frat house pressing him easily and then I see what I need. I bring him to my chest and ask him again if he understood that I didn’t want him lifting or bullying you anymore. He just kept screaming ‘put me down.’ So I did, into an old oil drum that they used for trash can. He was standing in it and it only covered up to his waist so I told him to kneel down, he refused, silly man. So I put one hand on his shoulder and pushed down, he went down to his knees, now only his head stuck out. I grabbed the drum in a bear hug, lifted, and squeezed it around his upper body. He tried to squirm but couldn’t move much. I put it on the ground and told him that you will continue to tutor him in the library only and if I had to come back, this would be nothing compared to what I would do. As I left the house one of the other guys came downstairs and bumped right into me and told me to get the hell out, so guess what I did with him? I’ll tell you, I grabbed his shirt with one arm lifted and carried him to the kitchen where his friend was and hung him on the closet door by his belt.” “Jeff they are going to kill me now.” I said in disbelief “Not a chance Billy, they know not to mess with you and if I find out that ANYONE messes with you, they will answer to Brutus and Atlas.” As Jeff flexes his arms and laughs. “Oh my goodness you really are my bodyguard. Thank you Jeff, I just hope you didn’t hurt them.” “No I just wanted to teach them a lesson. I don’t like bulling and I only use my strength to work out or to teach others. I was bullied before I became strong and I don’t like it. I didn’t mean to bully you, Billy, and if I did please let me apologize. Sometimes my muscles get the best of me and I love to show off. Some people think it’s being a bully but I find it fun. I don’t start fights but when my friends are in trouble you better believe I will be there to assist them. I hope you’re ok with that? I didn’t hurt you earlier did I? Just wanted to set a precedence I guess.” “No, Jeff you didn’t hurt me, just scared the hell out of me with how strong you are, but it’s ok, you definitely set a precedence. Believe it or not I think it was fun, to be lifted and tossed around like you did and then to watch you bend that rebar like they were nothing, really cool. I will help you with your workout anytime you want or need, not like I have a choice.” “No, Billy, you always have a choice. If you don’t want to do it, I won’t pressure you anymore or use you unless you say its ok.” I clear the table, wash up the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen area as Jeff grabs our books and we start to study and I tutor him where he needs it. A few hours have passed and Jeff looks at me and with a glint in his eyes, asks, “are we done with studying and is it time for a workout?” I go over and put the harness on and stand in the middle of the room, “well you better get one in before bed time.” Jeff stands up and as he walks toward me takes of his tshirt and starts stretching. “Hey I want to try something, Billy grab one of your old tshirts.” “Sure but why?” as I search through my dresser for an old shirt, then toss it to Jeff “Just want to see how small it is.” With difficulty Jeff slips it over his head and slides his arms through but everything is tight and almost rips. I help Jeff pull it down and literally it looks like a second skin on him. You can see his veins, abs, and pec lines. “Watch this.” Jeff says as he brings his arms up and slowly starts to flex. His biceps are no match for the shirt and rip through with a slight boom. He turns around so his back is toward me and brings his arms to his front and the just shreds the shirt in a bunch of different places. Then turns facing me and brings his arm back to a double bicep and flexes his pecs which again shred the shirt in many areas. Jeff is laughing at my expression and the ease of the destruction of this shirt. He puts his hands on his hips and does a front lat spread and the sides of the shirt just tears straight down to the bottom hem. The shirt shredded and is just hanging on his massive body. His laughing has increased and he does a most muscular pose which finally destroys the shirt and it floats to his thighs. The bottom hem holding at his thighs. Jeff, still laughing, looks at me and says, “ready for the complete destruction of your shirt?” Without waiting he flexes his thigh and the hem busts in three different spots and the shirt floats to the ground in pieces. “Damn Jeff that was freaking awesome. You didn’t even lift first and your muscles destroyed that shirt.” Jeff grabs one of his shirts and tosses it at me. “Here you try it on and see what it looks like on you.” I put the shirt on; the neck line almost coming off my shoulders, the arm sleeves go half way down my forearms; and the hem is about a third of the way down my thighs. We both just erupted with laughter. It wouldn’t matter what I tried to flex, I couldn’t fill any part of his shirt. I started to take it off but Jeff motioned for me to stop. “do you mind if I try a few ideas out with you wearing that, but I will make sure I use the harness as a backup?” Jeff steps up in front of me and with both hands grab the shirt and shoulder straps. His fists tighten and I watch the tendons move in his forearms. His arms around a 25degree angle and he just slowly pulls up and I watch his biceps tense but not strain at all. His arms maybe at 35degrees now and my toes are the only thing touching the floor. Jeff looks at me and just smiles. “You do realize how light you are and that I can hold you right here for quite some time? How does it feel to be held like this?” Jeff asks My arms hanging at my side just letting him lift me, not like I could come close to stopping him. “It’s pretty cool watching you lift me like this. It’s humbling knowing that no matter what I could do, I can’t stop or even slow you down. Being lifted like this reminds me of High School and how some of the football players and wrestles used to use me in the weight room. I’m kind of used to it but when you do it, it just seems awesome. Like I’m with Hercules.” I reach up with both hands and grab Jeff’s biceps, trying my best to squeeze them but can’t even dent them. Jeff continues to just hold me here with the biggest grin. He cocks his head and asks “You ok?” “Sure my 115 lbs likes being held this way by someone of your stature and strength.” “Ready to go a little higher?” Jeff asks, but doesn’t really wait for an answer. With my hands still on his biceps I feel the fibers and actual tendons contract more as my feet come off the ground. He forearms still not at a 45-degree angle and I am completely off the ground. My body swaying but that doesn’t change the fact that his arms just hold me very steady. I look in his eyes, deep dark blue, and I can tell there is no strain anywhere and he is enjoying this as much as I am. “Do me a favor Billy, try to get down and I mean really try hard.” He says with a smirk “Ok you asked for it, I’m about to unleash the Master Dragon on you and you don’t stand a chance.” I say, knowing full well that I have only had maybe on year of Taekwondo and that was years ago. Jeff just smirks again and raises one eyebrow. I commence with a barrage of forearms blows to his forearms and fists to his forearms, biceps, pecs, and anywhere else I can hit. All my strength in as many hits as I can give and I don’t move an inch, in fact, I hear a rumble and I look up and he is trying hard not to laugh at me. “Nothing?” I ask Jeff just shakes his head no, then curls me up face to face with him. “I like you Billy, you make working out fun. Did you hurt yourself when you hit me? I don’t want you hurt at all, I don’t want anything I may do to cause you any pain.” As he slowly curls me down to the floor and back on my own feet. “So you like to feel my biceps. How about you show your appreciation of this muscle man.” He guides me to his bed and he sits down. “Go ahead feel anywhere you want.” I stand there like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds. Then I reach out and grab his pecs. They are so full and firm, again I can’t dent them even though they are not flexed. Both my hands barely covers his pec and I keep trying to dent them and then he flexes and my hands feel the striations. They are like steel now or rather marble. I move my hands up to his traps and again hard as steel. Everywhere I touch is like marble and couldn’t dent any muscle I touch. I grabbed his lats, then traced his 8 pac abs. “Hold your fingers in the crevasses, I want to see something.” So I take both hands and trace the center of his abs and try to push in. Jeff smiles and winks, then tightens his abs and my fingers disappear up to the second set of knuckles. It is like I put them in hard clay. The pressure is bearable but I can’t move them at all. I try hard to pull them out but nothing. “I’m not flexing that hard, you know that?” “Really? They feel very tight.” Jeff smiles and starts flexing abs even more, tightening down on my fingers, which now feel like they are in a vice. I try to pull even harder trying everything I can think of, wiggling or trying to wiggle them free, but all eight of my fingers are stuck and starting to hurt. “Ok, ok, ok, stop” I scream and he immediately un flexes his abs and I can pull my fingers out. I shake them and Jeff and I just laugh again. I move to his thighs and push down on them till my feet leave the ground and again no dents, nothing. Jeff puts his hands over mine and flexes his thighs and I am lifted even higher in the air. His thighs bigger then my upper body. “Want to try something else?” Jeff asks. “But if it hurts too bad, tap out and I will let go, I promise.” So I kneel between his thighs which he spreads his legs pretty wide so I can get in. He pulls my right shoulder as close to his crotch as I can get. Then asks if I’m ready? I look up at him and nod yes. He doesn’t do much, just raises his feet in the air, and already I feel the pressure. Both my arms trapped and I watch his feet coming together. It’s like I’m being pressed by two massive machines. His feet still apart and its almost unbearable. I look up and Jeff is smiling but there is concern also. I nod, because I want to feel what it is like when his ankles are locked. I look back at his feet and they move closer and closer and then he slips his feet around each other and I am locked in. I try to move, anything, anyway, but nothing. At this point I am unable to take a breath and feel myself fading. I move my hand to his thigh and just barely tap him and am released and can breathe. “Are you ok?” as he pulls me into his lap. “Breath slowly and short breathes. You do know that I didn’t even flex them, I just locked my ankles and you turned white.” “Your thighs so hard, so huge, so, oh my god, just massive.” I sputter taking breathes. I’m not hurt just a little compressed and Jeff continues to ask if I’m ok and is very concerned. Finally, back to a point that I can breathe regularly, but my ribs ache. Jeff cradle carries me to my bed and lays me in bed, “Enough for tonight, you rest and we’ll see what happens in the morning.”

Yus! Stuff be happening!

I agree, this story was not really thought through and written poorly. Character conversations were terribly written and punctuated. I try not to do that anymore. Mind if I ask what you mean by the exact deal in regards to the empowerment process? Do you like hearing about the history of the power? Why it found its way into these guys' hands? Or more about the characters, like the jocks and Kevin, and how they react to and learn of the power? These things are really helpful when I think of ways to continue the story. Also, is the 2nd person narration a good idea or is it too restrictive? Here's an idea I've been mulling. I'm thinking of doing a semi-sequel where a different team finds some different kind of amulet with similar powers. The protagonist (say his name is Curtis) is a good-natured jock, but one of his teammates (Danny) is a huge dick and is super-assertive and maybe mean to anyone not as athletic as him. Danny gets along well with his football buddies (including Curtis) he's not so nice to the outsiders. Curtis is pretty nice to everyone. This can kind of create a couple of cool conflicts, still figuring out where to run with them. I want Curtis to find the amulet and maybe share his discovery it with the team. Then he and Danny end up fighting over it, obviously they are both intoxicated by it. But who gets the power? If Curtis gets it, does it corrupt him? If Danny gets it, does he corrupt Curtis and his team? Or does Danny start off evil but something maybe backfires? Maybe he accidentally gives the power to a group of nerds, and they get corrupted by it. But the nerds share the power with Curtis because he was nice to them? Or, maybe if Curtis gets it, he transforms his nerdier buddies, and they become corrupted by the amulet?

Curtis rode with Chris. He was somber and quiet. Chris finally spoke up "Why did you want to come. Really? Why?" Curtis shrugged Chris, "That's not an answer. Do you actually care a bit?" "I...I don't know. I feel kind of different...soft, I guess" Chris glanced at him, then smiled. "Maybe Nate helped you out some after all" Curtis shook his head and looked away. A few moments later they were at the hospital and Chris was looking for a space. He found one close to the entrance and they got out and started walking to the door, when a voice called out, "Curtis? What the fuck you doing here with that?" They turned and saw a young black guy leaning on what Chris assumed was his car. Curtis looked quickly at Chris who he realized was wearing an "Equality for all" shirt. He called out, "Jordan! This dude just offered me a lift to check on a friend" Jordan looked back and forth between Chris and Curtis like he wasn't buying it. "Just offered you a lift, huh? For what? You agree to suck his dick for a ride?" Curtis shuddered, "Dude, don't talk like that." Jordan laughed, "Like what? You a fairy now?" Curtis shuddered again and a bead of sweat formed on his brow. "Like that...stop being an ass" Chris wanted to just get into the hospital without a scene so he took Curtis by the shoulders tried to turn him away, "Don't worry man, I'm used to it" Jordan guffawed, "A couple of faggots hooking up at the emergency room. Ha" Curtis stood his ground and glared at Jordan, "I tried to warn you....ugg" Chris felt Curtis shoulders thicken under his hands Jordan still didn't notice anything and kept up the taunts, "Man, I should have kicked your scrawny ass the first time I..." There was a noise and Jordan felt something sting his face and looked down to see a button then he looked back up and saw that the front of Curtis shirt had separated and as the awareness struck him two more buttons flew off exposing Curtis rapidly thickening rib cage and swelling pectoral muscles. Jordan stared, "Holy Fucking Shit!" Jordan stared as Chris let go of Curtis shoulders with a sigh and watched them broaden out tearing the sleeves from the shirt. There were loud ripping sounds as he saw Curtis lats spread out like he was growing wings pushing his arms away from his sides. The arms thickened suddenly exploding from the sleeves and the cloth fluttered to the ground. He watched Curtis eyes roll back for a moment as he gave a shuddering gasp and his neck thickened with massive traps rising up like a mountain range on either side of it. Jordan started backing around the car as Curtis brought his head back straight and glared at the young black boy. Curtis took a thundering step and the jeans burst apart from the massive quadriceps. Th calf muscles bulged obscenely and split the hems of each leg. Curtis continued to move towards swelling until the Guardian fully had control larger than ever at nearly 500 pounds of lean ripped muscle. Jordan cowered down behind his car as the Guardian approached, squatted down and hoisted the whole vehicle into the air. The veins and muscles strained obscenely. He pressed the car over his head and glared at Jordan who shrieked. A wet stain appeared in the crotch of his shorts and strong urine smell filled the air. The Guardian hurled the car into a stand of bushes where it crunched against the ground. He walked up to the quivering punk and moved down face to face. Jordan blanched and tried to move back but the Guardian grabbed hold of him. He glanced down at Jordan's crotch and saw a prominent bulge in the urine stained shorts. The Guardian smiled. Chris came over, "Curtis, you can let go of him. It's ok" The Guardian looked at Chris then back at Jordan with a growl. Jordan shuddered and another stain appeared in his shorts only this came with a different odor and Jordan gasped with this one. Chris just smiled, "Huh....welcome to the fairy club" Jordan just shook his head, "no...no...no..." The Guardian lifted Jordan up and started walking to Chris' car. Chris called out, "Hey, wait. No...what?" He jogged after the massive creature. The Guardian smiled at Jordan who was still lost between orgy and fear. The creature raised a finger and ran it down Jordan's front and then gently stroked the crotch of the shorts making Jordan shudder and gasp. He set Jordan down and then sat next to him wearily and slowly began to shrink back down. Chris walked up and stood in front of them. Jordan stared, afraid to move. Chris said, "He is the Guardian. He really is straight, except when he changes like this. Any kind of bullying or abuse triggers the change in him. He really did try to warn you." Curtis gasped out in a gravely voice, "I...did....although it is starting to feel good" Jordan looked back and forth then watched as Curtis looked more like a bodybuilder, then shrank some more and looking like a gymnast and finally became the Curtis that he knew. Curtis watched him for a minute. Then he spoke, "Don't you say a word to anyone about this. I mean anyone....or else your little secret will be 'out' too. I remember everything from when I'm the Guardian, so don't try to hide it" Chris spoke up, "Maybe you should be a little kinder in general" Curtis said, "I can't go into the hospital like this. We need some clothes"

Oh my god, yes yes yes yes, a million times yes!~ I definitely want to have at Invisible Kid now!