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Hello All, I know it has been awhile and there are other stories I should be finishing here and here, but Pokemon GO got my imagination running so I decided to do a muscle growth riff on it. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Muscleman GROW It had swept the world, taking it by storm. People everywhere walking outside with their heads buried in their phone hunting imaginary monsters. I honestly thought it looked like fun but I was worried it would take too much of my time. I mean lord knows I had a lot of free time and not much of a life, but I was holding down a full time job and walking around all over the city to find these things seem like too much of a hassle. Still, my curiosity wouldn’t go away so I decided to search on my phone, you know to learn some more about it before taking the plunge. So I typed in the search but as it was loading the results the screen of my phone flicked and I could have sworn I saw a weird writing flash on the screen. It was like this for a few seconds, but then then it went back to normal, except there weren’t any results. This was THE thing right now, how could there be no results? But there was something. In the “Did You Mean…” section it said Muscleman GROW in bold blue letters. I let out a huge laugh. Either the search engine is glitching really bad or I am just searching for too much muscle porn on my phone. I was about to refresh the screen, but there was something about this thing that just peeked my interest too much. God knows I had a thing for muscle guys. Maybe it was some parody that someone put together on a lark. I had to know. I tapped on the link and one result popped up: www.musclemanGROW.com . And underneath, “The new game that is GROWING everyday…..”. I rolled my eyes. Still, I was never one to turn down a chance at good eye candy so I prayed I wasn’t getting suckered into a virus and opened the site. Up popped a site with a black background with and an image of muscular guys of various sizes and ethnicities. In the center was the outline of a huge guy who stood half again as tall at the next tallest guy. Scrolling down further I found the logo, an outline of a man doing a double biceps pose shown from the waist up with a line down the center, red on the left side and white on the right. The red side’s body looked nice and toned athletic body, but the white side was a huge mass of a bodybuilder. Just below that was a simple green button that said “Download Now”. I know I shouldn’t have but I was already in too deep so I tapped the button. The strange flickering returned again, the strange letters fluttering in and out even faster. My phone started vibrating, like it normally would at first but then it became wilder until it started jumping in my hand. Then I could have sworn I saw some blue electric tendrils to emanate from the phone until I could feel a sharp shock in my hand that caused me to drop the phone on the ground. “Shit, Terry!” I said to myself. “Way to fuck up your phone. Probably download some fucked up malicious program and you are going to have to buy a new one.” I picked it up, glad I got a nice heavy duty case to protect it. I looked at the screen and it appeared to be rebooting. Hopefully I could salvage the phone. When I could get back in I found the Muscleman GROW icon on my screen. I ran a virus scan to see if there was anything wrong and it came up clear. Still, it didn’t necessarily mean anything so I thought it would be best to delete the app. I was about to swipe it into the trash can when I just kind of stopped. I couldn’t really say what it was but something just kept pulling on me. I felt it when I kept on pushing those links. My better judgement said no but something was compelling me to do it anyway. Instead I just put the phone down, plugged it in to charge and decided to go to bed since it was late. I would worry about it in the morning. I couldn’t really remember much of the dreams I had that night, only snippets. Flashes of the strange writing, images of muscular men, the game's logo. All I remember is waking up to the most rock hard morning wood I have ever had along with the stain of a particularly messy wet dream in my underwear. After shaking off the daze of just waking up, I turned my attention to my phone. I unlocked the screen and brought up the app’s icon again. I could still hear that voice of reason that was telling me to just forget it and delete it, but it seemed even fainter this morning. I finally decided to give in and open the app. After all what harm could it do. A load screen came up with a logo written in that same weird language. In a few seconds the screen turned into an animated red/white icon of the app with Muscleman GROW underneath with the catchphrase, ‘Gotta grow’em all’. So far the game had those casual cartoon graphics you expect from phone apps like this, just with some darker colors and some more of the odd writing integrated into the scene in various way. But then on a black background appeared a massive figure of a man. Enormous in every way, wearing an open white lab coat being pushed apart by his beach ball pecs revealing his pale and bare torso with massive brick-lick abs sticking out of his stomach. Though most of the graphics were stylized and cartoonish, this man looked almost photo realistic and he moved in full motion as evidenced by his hand sensuously going up and down the front of his body feeling every curve and bulge. And speaking of bulges the big pocket that was formed in the crotch of his black pants was filled with what had to be a log that strained its confines to the limit. From there his quads flair into his perfectly fitted slacks tapering at the knee to once again flair out at his diamond calves and into giant feet wearing equally giant black shoes. Going back up to the face I saw what was perfect youthful visage that you expect from an anime character. Even the hair had that crazy complex unruliness that it usually has, but the color was shock white. Then he opened his mouth and out came the deepest, sexiest voice I had ever heard. “Welcome to Muscleman GROW! I’m Professor Redwood. Soon, you will collect and grow your stable into the most muscular, virile, and beautiful men. But first let go over the basics.” The behemoth Professor moved off to the side and a red icon of the flexed bicep appeared on the screen. It continuously moved so it looked like it was flexing and unflexing. “This is a Muscleman Alert” the Redwood boomed. “This will let you know that there is a Muscleman nearby to add to your stable. Tap the icon to bring up the Muscleman” I did as he said and up popped a red silhouette of a blank Muscleman standing in the middle of my apartment thanks to augmented reality from the app. “When you enter the capture screen you will see a number marked MP or Muscle Power.” Indeed there was and number 50 above the head of the silhouette. “This indicates the power of and potential for changes in your Musclemen. Ones with lower MP will have slower potential for growth and change at first but will be easier to capture. Higher MP will mean potential for larger and quicker growth, but they will be harder to catch.” Wow, for an erotic parody of a phone game they sure are going all out. “To catch Musclemen your will need collars.” Next to Redwood appeared a black leather collar with brass studs that looked to be some more of that mysterious writing. “Swipe the collar at the Muscleman to capture him.” I did as he said and flicked the collar at the red form. I guess I had good aim because it went right for his neck and clicked into place. It shook three times and then with a small flash of light it clicked into place and the word ‘Gotcha’ popped up. A new screen popped up with the muscle silhouette appearing at the top with a semicircle arching over it indicating its MP. 50 must be at the lower end since the dot indicating the number was toward the bottom half of the left side. Professor Redwood appeared again. “When you have captured your Muscleman, you’ll now want to make him grow. At the time of capture your Muscleman will get a few shots of Juice to go with him. Tap the Juice and use it to make me grow.” A syringe of green liquid appeared floating in front of Redwood. I tapped it and flew into him. On contact Redwood started to groan with pleasure as he tightened his fists. I could see his muscle begin to swell and strain against the already tight lab coat. His billowing pecs expanded the front open until his pink silver dollar nipples with two thick nubs were exposed. He brought his arms up to a double biceps pose causing craggy peaks to explode from the sleeves, exposing the vein covered peaks in all their glory. Further ripping came from his pants as the teardrops of his quads where emerging from the growing rents in the fabric. The already huge bulge of his crotch strained even further to almost its breaking point leaving a clear outline in his slacks of a thick trunk that was worthy of a man named Redwood. My hardon was throbbing even bigger. The growth subsided and the Professor returned to his matter of fact tutorial tone. “You can resupply on Juice, Collars, and other items at Muscle Stops.” The game’s icon appeared on top of a pole while slowly spinning around. “Simply swipe the icon to release the items.” I did so and out popped two more syringes of Juice, two more collars with the brass studs, and a gold coin with a flexed bicep. I tapped each one and added it to my inventory. Tapping on the coin a +100 popped up indicating that each coin icon was worth that much. Redwood chimed in “Those coins are Muscle Coins. As you progress and gain levels these will become valuable in getting up grades to boost the training of your stable.” I seemed like premium currency which was odd for a game like this to give out freely without paying for it. “And speaking of experience, now that you have finished the tutorial let’s give you some to get you started.” I noticed the experience bar in the lower left corner of the screen where a +250 flashed on the screen filling the bar causing the number above to change from 1 to 2. The apps icon popped up saying ‘Congratulations, you have reached Level 2!’ as the icon flexed it biceps twice, pumping itself up a little more each time. “Now get out there and grow your stable!” And with a flex of the arm and a wink Professor Redwood disappeared from the screen, leaving a map layout of the neighborhood around my apartment building. I had to pause to gather myself, a task made harder since I was on the edge of blowing another load into my underwear. The whole thing was just absurd. Somebody put an unbelievable amount of effort into what was essential and gay porn fantasy app. But, every time I thought about something like that I could feel it being pushed from my mind, like something was making me think this was all just normal and usual and I shouldn’t think too hard on it. I finally decided that I need to try it regardless of my skepticism. Luckily, today I was off from work so I put on a pair of new clean briefs and some baggy sweatpants so I could better hide the hard on I was sure I was going to have most of the day, along with a plain red tee and my gym shoes. I headed outside and looked at the map on my phone. I didn’t see any Muscleman icons but I did see a Muscle Stop about two blocks down. When I stopped across the street where the spinning icon was showing I found myself in front of the gym simply called Iron. It was a small, hole in the wall basement gym meant for serious muscle heads. All that called attention to it was a simple wrought iron sign with its name in raised letters. I had walked by this gym, often going out of my way sometimes just to get a short glimpse of the guys that would come out. Close enough now I tapped the Muscle Stop and the spinning icon from before appeared. I gave it a spin and got some more of the items that I got before. Just then my phone vibrated. I closed out of the stop and saw a blinking Muscleman icon straight ahead. I tapped it and up came a view from my camera and standing in front of the gym with a duffle bag was a short man, about 5’6”, but incredibly built. He was the quintessential fireplug, with thick pecs and delts filling out his tank top along with huge arms that looked flexed even resting at his sides. He had a deep olive skin with dark hair, possibly making him of Latino or Mid-Eastern descent. He had trimmed but full beard with short, buzzed hair. He had full lips and a prominent nose with dark and full, but not bushy eyebrows. Above him was an overlay that said ‘Augustín: MP 400’ and on the bottom center of the screen another one of the bronze studded Collars waiting for me to throw it. What struck me was that he looked absolutely real. Not just some overlay and animation of someone, but somebody really just standing there. When I looked up from my phone I realized the reason why, he was actually there, physically across the street. I looked back and forth from between him and my phone hardly believing my eyes. How did the app know some real person was there? I was going to continue to gawk but then I realized he was about to go on his way, so swiped the Collar at him and it snapped around his neck. The thick mass of muscle froze in place, tensed up and staring straight ahead. The Collar shook once, then twice, and then snapped off and fell to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. The muscle hunk snapped out of his trance and took a couple of seconds to reorient himself then proceeded to walk around the corner out of sight, causing my screen to go back to the map. He couldn’t have been reacting to what I did in the game, could he? Still, I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, something that became easier as I continued playing the game. I kept on walking around the neighborhood finding Muscle Stops along the way. They all seemed to be at various gyms, fitness centers, supplement stores, and health food places. There was even one at a martial arts school. I finally decided to rest at the nearby park, where there was one of those outdoor fitness stations and another Muscle Stop. I felt my phone vibrate and when I looked down at the app it there was a Muscleman icon coming towards me on the path. Looking up I saw it was a tall, lean, and lithe kid, probably no more than a college freshman or sophomore jogging down my way. He stopped at the bench right across from me, both because he wanted to catch his breath and to tie a shoe that had become untied. He had that nice ripped runners build and golden brown tan he probably got from doing track since high school. He only had on running shorts with the logo of the nearby university and running shoes, baring his torso for all to see. A sheen of sweat had formed on his body accentuating his very cut but thin muscles. He had blue eyes and blonde hair, shaved at the sides and swept back and styled on top like was popular now. I realized that in my time admiring him he had almost finished tying his shoe to I quickly tap his icon on the map and brought up the screen. In the overlay above him it said ‘Samuel: MP 75’. Good I thought. Maybe he was going to be in my league. I flicked the Collar at him and once again it landed dead center. Hitting them with the Collar seemed to take no effort at all and appeared to happen automatically no matter how you aimed it. Like the one before Samuel stood straight up and looked ahead with a blank stare as the Collar continued to shake on him in the app. After the third shake there was a flash and the Collar snapped into place and a look of contentment fell over Samuel’s face. On my screen Samuel’s image popped up, but instead of him wearing shorts and shoes, he was completely naked in the app as his body slowly revolved on screen. I looked up at the real Samuel with that same empty grin on his face beginning to worry that I did something that messed him up. Another person walked by and saw his as well. Shaking him on the shoulder the other guy said, “Hey dude. Are you alright?” I quickly closed the screen I was in lest someone see me with a naked picture of the guy in front of me. As soon as I exited out he came out of his stupor, shaking his head and looking around confused. “I said are you alright, man?” the other person said again. “Yeah.” Samuel said. “I guess I just spaced out there for a second. Uh, thanks.” The other guy moved on when he saw he was okay. Just before Samuel was about to continue jogging we made eye contact. Something weird happened in that moment, like we were both aware on some level just beyond our grasp that there was some kind of connection between us, but after a few seconds he broke eye contact and continued on. I was starting to get too weirded out so I closed the app and decided to make my way back home. I put my phone aside when I got there. I tried to concentrate on other things like cleaning my apartment, getting some work done, and cooking dinner when that time came to distract me from using the app again, but I could feel its pull. Right after I finished dinner I heard a ping from my phone. It was a notification from the app ‘Hey, you haven’t grown your latest Muscleman. Tap here to get started.’ I could feel the draw from the app again, like it was pushing me to forget my reservations about how weird this was and just enjoy the ride. Hesitantly I tapped the notification and up came the profile screen with Samuel in it. He was still completely naked as he rotated on my screen. Below that was a button with that green liquid filled syringe followed by words ‘Juice Him’. I pressed the button up came a whole row of syringes. Most of them were blank grey outline, ones that I supposed were new kinds I would get later in the game. But for now I press the green one and up popped a number with a plus or minus sign on it. It looked like I could give several at a time but decided to keep it simple and just did one. I tapped the checkmark and a single green syringe popped up in front of the image of Samuel. I tapped it again and it flew into him like it did the Professor and the effects were immediate. The Samuel on screen began to moan as the Juice did its thing and caused his muscles to grow. It wasn’t very dramatic growth but it was significant. Where he had a defined but relatively flat chest was now he had two firm square plates. The egg size bulges in his arms grew to the size of oranges and spread up and down his arms giving him nice rounded baseball delts and tight, veiny forearms. His abs, a light but noticeable outline before was now six solid cobble stones. His legs already fairly developed from track became thick and ripped pillars. His slim waist stayed the same helping to accentuate the v-taper coming from his expanding lats. And his cock was not left out as it grew about an inch in both length and thickness coming in at what looked like 8”. It was all done in about a minute, the Samuel of the app now a pretty decently hung fitness model about to start his career rather that the cut runner that he was. But flashing beneath the Juice Him button was another one marked ‘Call Your Muscleman’. I thought it was probably going to be like some sort of simulation with the image where it simulates him flexing and jerking off for me. It was probably going to look poorly done but I decided to give it a try anyway. So I pressed it and a beeping signal like a ping of sonar went off, then…nothing. “Well that was a waste of time.” I said to myself. I set my phone aside and busied myself with other things. Half an hour later the front door buzzer on my intercom started going crazy. Leaving my bedroom to see what was up I went to the panel, pressed talk and said “It’s late. What do you want?” “Sir. huff … huff “It’s me! huff…huff…” Whoever was on the other end was breathless. “Samuel…huff… Sir!” My jaw dropped. I stood there for a few moments trying to sort myself out then I replied back “Did you say Samuel?” “Yes, Sir. You called for me. Please let me in!” His voice was urgent, pleading. Like coming to see me was the most important thing in the world. The hundredth time today I made a decision my rational brain knew was crazy but I couldn’t resist. So I buzzed him in. I tried to call down to him, “My apartment number is…” but I could hear the door slam from downstairs. Moments later there was a rapid pounding at the door. Afraid he would pound the door down and turned the knob and opened up the door. He really was there, the same guy from before, but now with the enhanced physique I had given him in the game. He still breathed heavily, probably having run from all the way from the university. It wasn’t that far away from my apartment but it was a hell of a distance to run full speed from in 20 minutes. His hair was disheveled, like he left his place in a moment’s notice and a tank top with his school colors, but on backwards further indicating his rushed departure. He had on the same runner’s short he wore in the park but now packed tight with his thick quads and even thicker cock. On his feet were two mismatched flip flops. But his face was what drew me, because he looked at me with his bright blue eyes with a longing that had never seen. “You called for me, Sir?” his breathing was returning to normal. “Well, I mean…I guess I did?” He put his hand on my chest and gently pushed me into the apartment and closed the door behind us. Samuel continued to stare longingly at me as he slowly rubbed his hands up slowly up my arms. “What do you want? Do you want to feel my new body?” He grabbed my hands and laid them on his new pecs and squeezed them to their full hardness underneath his tank. I shuddered and he smiled. “Or do you want to feel my arms?” He moved my left hand up and across his right shoulder and down his now outstretched arm. Bending his arm slowly his newly minted peak began to rise from his arm as he slid my hand over the orange sized mound, a hard rock covered by a silky skin. His hand left mine to explore his bicep on its own, then slowly made its way up my back until he cupped the back of my head. Slowly turning it so I faced him, he leaned in until his lips almost touched mine and whispered “Or maybe you want something more, intimate.” We just stood there for what felt like an eternity, him with his lips ever so close to mine. He seemed to be waiting for something. The last of the barriers were breaking down in me. Who was this person? How was the app making this happen? Should I be doing this? All these question and doubts I had felt since I downloaded this app were fading to their last echoes. When the last of them were quashed I finally gave in and planted my lips against him. It wasn’t long until he pulled me into an embrace against hard body and began invading me with his tongue. My hands roamed everywhere across Samuel’s rippling torso but I lingered especially long on his corrugated stomach as I slipped my hand under his tank top. Samuel broke the kiss and with his hands cupping my face he raised my head until we looked into each other’s eyes. The hunger I saw before had intensified. “Bedroom?” he said I nodded my head towards the door of bedroom. He took my hand and led me there. We stopped at the foot of the bed where he preceded remove his tank top and shorts and reveal his naked glory. I had seen it in the app but up-close it was a 1000 times more exciting. He was already hard at a thick 8”, the head shiny with precum. He reached over and lifted up my own shirt and threw it to the side. I was embarrassed standing next to him. I had an average body. No muscle to speak of and a paunch. Samuel saw it my face and smiled. He brought me in for another kiss, just as passionate, but more tender this time. He leaned next to my ear and said, “There is nothing I want more in this world than you, Sir.” He pushed me to the bed and in one swift motion pull off my shorts and underwear, leaving me exposed on the bed steel hard cock lying against me. He leapt over me and proceeded to latch on to my nipples with his mouth, sucking and chewing on each one with a gusto I had never felt before. He worked his way down my body until he reached my dick then took one long, slow lick of is tongue up the front of the shaft causing convulsions of pleasure in me before taking my whole shaft in one swift motion. He worked me expertly with every swirl and undulation of his tongue, bringing to brink just before stopping. He crawled back up to face, continuing to tease my prick with his hand. “Do you want to fuck me, Sir?” “No.” I replied. “I want you inside of me.” He grinned and pulled me into another kiss. “If that is what you want, Sir.” He grabbed my legs and hooked them onto his shoulders, teasing the head of his cock at my hole and covering it with his pre. He pressed slowly but firmly until the head popped past my hole and gently worked his way in until he buried it to the base. Rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm, he pulled in and out stimulating me to even higher thresholds of pleasure. He pushed back my legs until his face was parallel with mine and with that pleading look in his eyes again said in excited and breathless voice “Make me grow, Sir! I want to grow while I’m inside you!” To my left I could see my phone that I had left on my bed. I could just grab it and despite the stud distracting me with 8” inches up my ass I managed to open the app and bring up his profile. I pressed the ‘Juice Him’ and up popped the green syringe. Having abandoned caution to the wind already I decided to make this time really worth it and got 3 syringes ready. I looked up at Samuel and he looked me dead in the eye and said “Do it.” I tapped it and 3 syringes went flying to his avatar on screen. As soon as it hit I could hear him moan with unbound pleasure. Underneath my legs I could feel his muscles writhing as they began to expand, pushing me even further into the mattress. My hand were clamped onto his bis as they began to expand and push apart my grip, growing from orange sized mounds into huge grapefruits, with more veins beginning to criss-cross his ever sharper peaks. The pecs were pressing more insistently into the back of my thighs and in between my legs I could see the cleft between them deepen as more striations came to the surface. His traps and neck thickened, forcing lower legs back even further as he continued to jackhammer me. The excitement of the growth was spurring him on to increase his speed, the rhythm causing a rapid fire slap as he slammed into me each time. Finally, I could feel the growth reach his cock as I could feel my hole start to expand, and the friction against my prostate increase as his member grew thicker and longer in my ass. As soon as the growth finished we both couldn’t take it any longer and we exploded simultaneously, Samuel unloading deep in my ass and I unloading across my face chest and stomach. When the climax reached its end Samuel withdrew his now 10” or 11” dick from me, leaning down to lick every last drop of cum on my body and face. He kissed me again and shoved the load he had gather into my mouth for us to share the feast. When he finished he rolled over to my side letting me get a good look at his new body. He has the same golden tan but now his muscles had grown past fitness model and now he looked like amateur bodybuilder, about ready to break into the pros. I was about to explore this new body for myself when I felt a vibration from my phone. Grabbing from my side where I dropped it I looked and the screen and saw ‘Congratulations, You Reached Level 3!’ on the phone. I came with some more of the usual items plus one or two I hadn’t seen before. After collecting them another prompt came up. ‘Great job on growing your first Muscleman! Don’t you want to go out and catch some more?’ Looking over at the new and improved Samuel I just smiled to myself and said, “Yes. Yes I would.”

Howdy all, I am a total noob here after lurking around muscle growth sites for two decades at least (Jeeez, has it really been that long?) Here is my first attempt at a story y'all might like. Cheers and criticisims are most welcome! I must give a shout out to Arpeejay for reading this and giving me enthusiastic support. He was one of the first out muscle junkies I ever came across all those years ago. His stories and his willingness to post about his musclelust and life in general have meant a great deal to me, even though I did not have the balls to even email him until a few days ago. I am such a fanboy! Cheers and much gratitude! The Mulligan By Bjort I am a middle aged closeted fat guy with a muscle fixation—a fixation which I have pursued only in the recesses of my mind for many years. For a long time I thought I was alone in this obsession with muscle men and bodybuilders. Then along came the internet in all of its infinite variety. I discovered that many gay men like me yearn for and lust after muscle. I found this a comfort and also a source of new stimulus for my internal sexual fantasy life. I did not have the courage or the means to pursue my muscle dreams anywhere beyond the fantasy stage, but discovering this community of muscle junkies at least allowed me to completely come out to myself. Having some talent at writing, I also began to write muscle related gay erotic fiction. Once I got up the nerve to post some of this writing, I received positive feedback for my efforts. At times this praise would come in the form of private email correspondence which evolved into internet friendships. This is the story of one of those friendships. I met Max online when he emailed me some comments and praise for a story called “The Water Fountain”. It was, I thought, a fairly main stream effort about a chance encounter between a young muscle wannabe and an older bodybuilder stud at the drinking fountain of the local YMCA. This chance meeting results in the older stud taking the young wannabe under his wing and mentoring him. The story goes on to involve the wannabe becoming a muscle stud himself and his mentor’s partner and lover. They eventually end up as a pair of champion bodybuilders and the toast of the gay muscle scene. Pretty standard muscle fantasy stuff--but Max particularly liked the perspective I used relating the story from inside the character's head. He was also keen to know if it was in any way based in my own experience. Over the next six months we struck up a lively and enjoyable internet friendship. Max told me he was an out of the closet gay bodybuilder who had made quite a bit of dough. I was slightly skeptical of this claim and told him I was a big fat broke closeted slob. Usually this is enough to put most correspondents right off, but Max just sent back an LOL! He told me that it did a good deal to explain the mentor fantasy idea in my stories. He came back to the water fountain story from time to time. I eventually confessed that it was all fantasy, save the internal feelings of the wannabe and his first realization that he was gay and into muscle. These, I told him, were based on my own experience. Max reacted a bit more enthusiastically that I expected to this revelation. He immediately suggested that we meet in person to talk about this some more. We had been emailing and talking on the phone for a good long while and I was fairly sure he was legit and telling me the truth about himself. Nevertheless I found it a bit odd that he would get so excited about this. He called me a while later to suggest that I meet him at his “place” in the mountains for the weekend. He was there “working on some stuff” and summer was the best time to be in the high country. I agreed and got directions from him. I figured that if it got weird in any way I could just bail. I was sure to let my sisters and several friends know where I was going and when I would be back. I took Friday off and drove into the mountains. It was a beautiful summer day and I enjoyed the drive very much. Toward late afternoon I found the dirt road leading off of the state highway that Max had told me to take. It wound through lush alpine meadows and tall stands of evergreens--rising steadily and branching in several places. I did not see another vehicle for many miles and eventually came to a metal gate with a key pad and a call box. Max had given me a code to use and after I tapped it in the gate swung open automatically. The driveway was much longer than I expected, winding gently down through thick pine woods. Eventually I turned a corner and emerged along the shore of a pristine azure blue alpine lake. It was a gorgeous sight with the late afternoon sun glinting on the water and snow capped high peaks rising on the far side. I drove a bit further and came to a meadow that ran down to the edge of the lake. There were several buildings scattered around the perimeter of the meadow. I followed the drive toward the largest of these which turned out to be a large log and stone lodge. I got out of the truck, grabbing my bag as I went. I was more than a bit nervous as I approached the front door, which I found slightly ajar. There was a note taped to the wrought iron latch which said: Welcome! I am finishing up some slightly touchy work in the shop. Come on in and relax. Your room is the first down the hall to your right. Unpack and freshen up. The bar is in the living room straight ahead of you so make yourself a drink when you are ready for one and I will be back up soon. Cheers, Max I walked in and looked around. It was everything a mountain chalet should be. Lots of stone and pine and leather and wrought iron fixtures like the door latch. I made my way down the hall to my right and turned into a spacious bed room with a massive log bed, thick Persian rugs, and a sitting area with leather chairs and a work desk. The room was dominated by a large granite fire place. There was an equally capacious bathroom with a large glass and stone shower enclosure and what looked to be a built in Jacuzzi. Through a set of French doors I could see a porch overlooking the lake. It was wonderful! I quickly washed the road grime from my face and hands and changed into a fresh shirt and a flannel over shirt as it was getting a bit cool out. I ran a brush through my brown curly hair and my beard. I was still quite nervous about meeting Max. I had no idea what to expect but thought that a drink might help steady me a bit. I went into the living room and poured myself a stiff one. I was greeted by another stunning view as I made my way out onto a stone terrace. The sun was now sinking toward the mountains on the opposite shore of the lake and the clouds overhead were colored in a beautiful array of red, gold and purple against a dazzling deep blue sky. The lake sparkled with streaks of gold and silver as a gentle late afternoon breeze riffled across the water. I leaned on the terrace railing drinking in this glorious scenery and took a sip of my drink. As I stood there feeling the very fine whiskey spreading warmth out from my gut, the tension and nervousness begin to fade. I eased into a reverie of peaceful scenery and excellent hooch, growing more oblivious to anything else until, as if out of no where, a very sexy baritone voice located somewhere just to the rear of my right ear said “Brilliant sight isn’t it?” I gave a bit of a start, but managed not to spill my drink as I turned around to catch a sight every bit as stunning as the sunset. Max had moved up behind me with no apparent sound and I found myself confronted by a muscle junkie’s living wet dream. He was only a bit taller than me but any similarity ended there. He had the, square-jawed face of a comic book hero His eyes were as blue and deep as the mountain sky and were screened behind wire rimmed glasses. These just added to his sex appeal! I drew in an admiring breath as I contemplated spending a life time swimming in the blue of those eyes. The sun glinted off his beautiful long golden pony tail and close cropped beard as he stood there legs, slightly apart and hands out stretched in greeting—a magnificent muscle stud! Thor lives! He was wearing a white polo shirt that seemed to have been painted onto his torso. Each wondrous bulge and hard curve of his deep chest, wide lats, and mounded shoulders were highlighted. His triceps and biceps almost exploded out of the short sleeves. You could clearly make out individual abdominals as his shirt tapered down to intersect with a worn and very tight pair of jeans that hugged his mighty legs like a scared child clinging to its mother. His narrow waist was cinched with a wide dark brown leather belt with a lightning bolt shaped gold buckle that pointed at what looked to be a very full pic-i-nick basket indeed! Stunned by this vision of total manliness, I sputtered a bit and held out my free hand toward his. “Sure is!” I said in a golly-gee kind of way that made me want to smack myself with a blunt object. He took it all in stride, breaking into a wide grin and grasping my hand firmly in his. “It’s great to meet you. I love you writing so much I just had to get you up here for some talk and possibly some inspiration.” He pointed out at the view showing a massive bi and tri combo connected to a beautifully muscled forearm sprinkled with a dusting of golden hairs. I certainly knew which view was going to inspire me and I had to resist the urge to reach out and give his bicep a squeeze. “It’s a stunning spot. Thanks for inviting me Max.” was all I said. We chatted for a bit while we watched the sunset and I tried not to ogle him too flagrantly. After I had relaxed a bit he went and fired up the outdoor grill, asking “I hope you like steak with roasted corn on the cob?” “Nothing better” I replied finishing off my whiskey. “Excellent!” he exclaimed in textbook Bill ‘n Ted accent. “Party on, dude!” I ritually replied getting another 10,000 watt smile from him. “Tell you what” he said, “I’ll grab the grub and you can pick out the wine.” “Deal!” I said and was treated to the finest bubble butt display I had ever seen as I followed him inside. He pointed me toward a wine cupboard as well stocked as I had ever seen. I picked out a pinot noir I recognized as a fine vintage and uncorked it to allow it to breathe. We ate and talked and drank wine as the sun finished setting into the lake. We talked about a wide range of things and I began to relax a bit more. We covered baseball, politics, and movies--finding that we shared many tastes and interests. Comic books were also a passion of his and it was no surprise to find that the Mighty Thor was his favorite. The conversation eventually moved into personal history. It seems that Max was a true science whiz and made an obscene pile of dough in the dot com boom. He retired when he was still in his 20s to pursue his own muscle fantasies and to indulge his interests in pure physics. I had little idea what he was on about when it came to physics theory and the time-space continuum, but I could see the results of his determination to become a as much like a comic book hero as he could. I did not doubt his resolve to succeed in any area! I was falling hard for this super stud, but was absolutely petrified to make any sort of move or indication. Max had been very friendly and a fine host, yes, but it was clear that he was just as much a muscle freak as I was. I was sure that he would be just as put off by a giant fat slob like me as I would be. I was simply happy to breathe the same air as this walking wet dream and certainly did not want to do anything stupid to scare him off. After dinner we washed up the dishes and then moved into the living room. Over a fine glass of port the topic of conversation finally came around to my writing. Max spoke about how much he liked what I had written and how he wanted more of my own insights into muscle. He particularly wanted me to write down the non-fictional elements from my own past that I had used as a premise in the story he liked so much. “Listen, my physics work at a very critical stage right now and I am going to have to get back at it shortly. There is a computer terminal in your room. Why don’t you write up your memories from the Water Fountain episode tonight before you go to sleep? Put in all the detail you can and then save it on the shared drive. That way I can read it later and we can talk about it some more tomorrow.” I was slightly disappointed that he could not stay for more talk right then, but agreed immediately. “Excellent!” he exclaimed in that sexy baritone that was a bit louder and more excited than I expected. He grabbed my arm in an iron grip and, with seemingly no effort at all hoisted my lard ass off the couch and into a tight bear hug. Gods above! I could have stayed wrapped in those massive arms and bulging pecs forever! I immediately began to get hard and was surprised to feel a reciprocal stiffness from him as we broke apart. Neither of us said anything, but I could swear I saw a hint of a sly grin dance across Max’s lips as I looked into his eyes again. It was all I could do to resist the urge to kiss him right there. As I headed down the hall to my room, Max headed out the front door and said over his shoulder “Get right on it before you crash, man. I think I will be able to read it later on tonight once things clarify in the lab.” “OK, can do.” I said and he flashed me another 10,000 watt smile as he vanished out into the dark evening. I finished my port and strolled back to my room to start writing… I have secretly lusted for muscles and the men who have them for as long as I can remember. I have a clear memory of having what can only be called a proto wet dream, complete with interesting sensations in my private area, involving Superman. I can’t have been more than five or six years old at the time. From then on I developed a keen interest in comic books. I loved the big brawny super heroes like Superman, the Hulk and Captain America. I was especially taken with the Mighty Thor--who was hugely muscular, ruggedly handsome, noble (if a bit hot headed), spoke in Shakespearian dialect, and had long golden locks that waved seductively in all possible circumstances. What was not to love? I used to particularly groove on transformation sequences and origin stories. Some ordinary schnook was, via a variety of scientific or mystical means, turned into a massive powerful muscle man complete with super strength, rippling he-man physique and exclamations about incredible power surging through his previously wimpy body. The finale of a really good transformation would feature the newly born super stud basking in the glory of his new powers and admiring his bulging muscles which had grown right through, and shredded, any ordinary item of clothing he had been wearing at the time. The Incredible Hulk was tops at this because it happened almost every issue. Needless to say, once Lou Ferrigno began doing this routine on television every week I was in muscle junkie heaven. Unfortunately, in the real world it took an incredible amount of hard work and dedication to become anything even close to the hyper-idealized men that populated comic books and pulp fiction. I had some pretty significant handicaps in this regard. I was a fat kid. I came from big framed fat people on both sides of the family and got a double dose of the fat gene. I also inherited asthmatic lungs from my mother. Any time I tried any sort of aerobic exercise, like running, I became short of breath and had asthmatic seizures. This put a serious kink in any possible athletic aspirations I might have entertained. Indeed PhysEd class at school was always a nightmare. I was the worst at everything and was a special target for thugs and bullies. The coaches were almost as bad. Their attitude covered a narrow range from pity to indifference to outright contempt. My folks did not help the situation either. My old man had played football in high school and had a bit of the jock mentality. However, he was married to his work and as such had little time for his kids. Primary kid wrangling duties fell to my mother. She tried, bless her, but she had had no brothers and I was her only boy. She had no idea what to do with me. She liked the fact that I was smart and funny and was interested in books and music, but I honestly think she was repulsed by my being fat. I also think she found us kids very trying once we developed the ability to question her decisions and to push back. She tried me on diets, but those failed because she could or would not impose it on the whole family. As a result I resented the whole thing and did my level best to cheat. This only made her angry and frustrated. I think it made her resent me more which fed right back into my cheating and uncooperativeness. I was certainly not blameless in this and, on the whole, it got all of us nowhere. Mom also tried to institute some sort of exercise regime. This mostly constituted various classes at the local Y. She shoved me into a gymnastics class, mostly I think because my sisters were all taking gymnastics. As one might predict, it was a disaster. Anyone with a clue would have known that a slow fat kid in blue plaid Bermuda shorts was not going to become any good at tumbling or flinging himself up onto a pommel horse. It was a complete embarrassment. She also tried me at swimming. This was an even bigger embarrassment. Being the semi-naked fat kid in the biggest and baggiest swim trunks imaginable and having to compete with rail thin sharks in tiny speedos was another obvious non-starter. Here too I was a complete laughing stock. As I was the consistent victim of the aforementioned thugs and bullies, my folks decided that an additional class might be in order. I found my self enrolled in a beginning karate class which met in the big upstairs basketball court at the Y. While I was just as rotten at karate as I was at swimming and gymnastics, I found it to be OK as long as I kept to the back of the class with the other losers and tried hard not to make too much of a fool of myself. The folks took this lack of complaint and ran with it, keeping me in karate classes for several years. Eventually I tested for and, somewhat to my surprise, received the next ranking belt. This entitled me to attend a smaller class that was held in an upstairs studio dedicated to karate. Karate continued on once a week for several years until the spring of my senior year in high school. That year the Y began a multi-year series of interior renovations. It was a big hulking brick and stone building in the heart of downtown that had been built when my Grandpa was still a young man. They closed the upstairs part of the building off and started in on that first. It would be closed for over a year and all the activities from upstairs had to be relocated. Karate was moved into one of several handball courts in the basement. I had never been in the basement at the Y before. It was a bit dark and dungeon like and smelled of a combination of stale sweat and chlorine from the indoor pool one level above. The handball courts were closest to the stairs. Beyond that, down a dimly lit hall, were locker rooms, showers and a steam room. At the far end of a long corridor was the weight room and another set of lockers, showers and whatnot. I remember that the first day of class downstairs was on my little sister’s ninth birthday. Because of this my Mom could not drive me to class. As I had no car and no driver's license, despite having turned 18 the previous winter, I had to take a city bus downtown. As such, I had to enter the locker rooms for the first time in my life and surreptitiously change into my karate gear--which nearly made me late. I arrived out of breath, but just in time. We made do in the new room as best we could, but the falling mats they had brought from upstairs did not cover the entire hardwood floor. Moreover the janitors had forbidden the use of any adhesive to hold the mats in place, so they slid around as we practiced and sparred. I took several nasty falls as a result. The instructor had also paired me with a new partner for this class. New partner seemed a bit put out by this and as a result was determined to make the fat boy sweat hard. By the end of the class I was totally knackered and dying for a drink of water. I had heard earlier that there was a drinking fountain down at the end of the hall by the weight room, so as the rest of the class filtered out toward the handball locker room or the exit , I ventured off to find water. I grabbed my gym bag, went down the hall, and followed as it made a turn down another long passage. There at the end of the corridor next to the entrance to the weight room was a water fountain. I made a bee line for it, focused only on gulping down cold water by the gallon. I drank so much so fast and it was so cold that I got a brain freeze headache and dropped my bag. I straightened up, closed my eyes and turned half way around to get some circulation and let my head clear. When I opened my eyes I almost fainted. There was a big built in display cabinet on the wall across from me. It was filled with muscle! There were lots of trophies from bodybuilding and power lifting competitions accompanied by photos of various winners. Behind these the entire cabinet was filled with color magazine pictures of the most massive and beautiful muscle men imaginable. I recognized some of them from secret peeks I had stolen at muscle magazines at the newsstand. To have them all laid out all together on public display was overwhelming! I felt dizzy with the excitement as I stood there, nose now almost touching the glass, drinking in what was surely a vision of muscle paradise. I stared greedily trying to memorize every bulge and vein, every peaked bicep and brick-like ab. I swooned as I ran my eyes over luscious round pecs with glorious brown nipple glowing with oil and hard as a nail. I feasted like a starving man on bulging thighs and broad wing-like backs—never wanting it to end. I loved the sunlit warm splendor of it all and envied the total confidence that such men must have. I could almost imagine myself, sun glinting off burnished muscles, standing proud and powerful in nothing but a small posing suit. As I gorged myself on man candy, I slowly began to realize that I had a strange giddy feeling in my gut. Even more alarming, my cock was stiff as a board and trying desperately to escape the confines of my cup and jock. I had never been this turned on in my life! I was excited and thrilled and scared to death all at the same time. I felt dizzy again, as if all the blood had just rushed out of my head and headed straight for my dick. For a brief moment I really thought I might pass out. Instead I forced myself to turn away from the muscle vision that had so enraptured me and steadied myself on the drinking fountain, I pushed down the button on the side of the fountain and let icy cold water splash me in the face. I took another drink and straightened up, resolved to head for the exit without another look. Still in a bit of a muscle induced haze, however, I found that I was once again standing in front of the cabinet. As I let my eyes range over that vision of masculine perfection for a second time, I again felt that queasy sensation in my gut and was over come by that strange mixture of fear and excitement that had gripped me before. As my cock once again began to harden, I came to the inevitable (and by now somewhat obvious) conclusion that I was undoubtedly gay and completely queer for muscle. As I slowly processed this revelation, the excitement (and the boner) began to fade. Fear and shame reared their ugly twin heads and exploded into full blown panic. I quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen me. I felt like I had suddenly stripped naked and publicly declared my queerness. The hallway was empty as, with a mounting sense of hysteria, I grabbed my bag and jacket and hurried straight for the exit and the bus stop without stopping in the locker room to change into the street clothes I had brought with me for the long bus ride home. More than thirty years later I can see that this experience has colored my entire subsequent life. Everything I am and, more importantly, everything I could have been and wasn’t seems to stem from my muscle revelation and my fearful retreat from who it meant I was and what I wanted from life. Looking back I deeply regret the path not taken and my decision to avoid truth, pride, love and life for the anonymity and safety of the closet. From the vantage point of hindsight I want a mulligan, a do over to find the courage to pursue that slice of muscle heaven that I experienced all those years ago by the water fountain. The best I can hope for now is that writing this and acknowledging past regrets will allow me to… I stopped writing here and, truth be told, had no real desire to go any further. I dreaded relating in detail how I had no idea what to do next and absolutely no one to talk about it all with. As I thought about it sitting there at the computer, I was ashamed that I had let fear of this bit of self knowledge rule the rest of my life. Embarrassed and saddened that fear of more persecution, fear of rejection by friends and family, fear of the generally hateful societal attitude toward homosexuals that pervaded the America of my youth, and fear of the hysteria and tragedy of the AIDS epidemic convinced me to turn away from the possibility of achieving my desires and dreams and retreat from life into the darkest corner of the proverbial closet. I was also very afraid that I would lapse even further into maudlin self pity and loathing, thereby completely ruining any potential friendship I might have begun with Max. I felt on thin ground as it was. How could a beautiful successful stud like Max, who had achieved so much in his life, possibly identify with a loser like me after reading what a craven schnook I had been for more that thirty years? I thought about canning my true confession and writing something lighter, funnier and very much less depressing. I was suddenly very tired and wanted sleep. I contemplated hitting the delete button and whipping up something better in the morning. Instead I saved the document, powered down the terminal, and went to get ready for bed. I figured I could always tweak it in the morning before Max read it. As I changed into baggy shorts and oversized t-shirt I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. God I was a mess! Big fat slabs of flab everywhere, pasty fish belly white skin, big blocky frame, dick hidden beneath a huge bulging belly; you really couldn’t get much further from a muscle stud if you tried. I let out a big sigh, resolved to try and just enjoy the rest of the weekend in this beautiful place with this beautiful man, and get on with my life. I flipped out the lights, got into the huge and very comfortable king bed and drifted off to sleep. After good food and wine, it is no surprise that I fell asleep quickly. It is also no shock that I started to have quite vivid dreams. Naturally they involved muscle—a recurring nocturnal subject. At first they were run of the mill and not particularly coherent. Soon however the dream focused and intensified like no dream I had ever had before. I was back at the Y staring at the display cabinet full of my fantasies. As I stared I again got that familiar sense of giddiness and began to grow horny. My nostrils flared with excitement as I experienced that wonderful terrible realization all over again. The suddenly I felt a lurch, as if a stereo needle had jumped a grove. A large weight struck me lightly on my shoulder and a rich baritone voice asked “So how do you like it?” I turned my head and saw that the weight was a powerful hand attached to a thick and oh so muscular forearm. This in turn lead to a massive bicep attached to a glorious expanse of deltoid and pec topped by a chiseled face grinning a winning smile at me. As I turned I realized I was facing a semi-nude muscle stud. He was as huge a bodybuilder as I had ever secretly fantasized about dressed only in tight blue workout shorts and a wide lifting belt. He had a white tank top draped over his shoulder and the hand not gently squeezing my shoulder was wiping his glorious sweat covered granite abs with a towel. “I just finished putting it together before I went to work out. Thought it might get the boys amped up a bit and drum up some new customers.” His gigantic hand slid down my arm then reach out to clasp my other hand. “I’m the new weight trainer. Call me Tor” I stood speechless for a second and then blurted out “Tor? You’re putting me on!” I mentally kicked myself for saying something stupid, but he threw his head back, shook his long dirty sweaty blond hair and bellowed out a laugh. “Nope kid, Ya shure it's dat Skandahoovian heritage, you betcha!” I smiled with relief that this total stud had not been offended and knocked me into next week. “So waddaya think Karate Kid? Does my cabinet get you stoked up for some hard core workout action?” He said grinning at me again. I felt as if Tor could see right through my karate pants to my expanding boner and knew how much his display was affecting me. I replied in a husky near whisper “It sure does. I think it’s beautiful!” He flashed a brilliant smile at me and “How about that, it works! My first new client on the first day!” “New client? No wait… I can’t…” “Sure you can kid, I can tell you’re up for it… take a good look at this and tell me you don’t want to get in on the action!” He raised his arm and flexed for me. His bicep rose up like a mountain and his tricep bulged making the biggest arm I had ever seen. I nearly fainted as my stiffy went from half staff to raging hard. Tor grinned wider and said “Go ahead and touch it kid, give it as hard a squeeze as you like.” I reached out with first one hand and then both unable the get them around his massive gun. God I loved feeling his muscle and I knew right then that I did want big muscles just like Tor’s. “C’mon big boy.” He said as I reluctantly let go of his arm “Let’s go get cleaned up and talk this over a bit. You’re almost as sweaty as me.” Still stunned by my muscle encounter I offered no resistance as Tor steered me up the corridor and into the weight room. The smell was overwhelming—a combination of sweat, testosterone and cold iron and steel. I was intoxicated as we crossed the empty room full of gleaming weights and machines to a door opposite which led to a locker room. Tor opened a locker and threw his towel and shirt inside. “Just leave your shit on the bench.” He said as he pulled the weight belt from what I now realized was a fairly small and incredibly tight waist. With no further discussion he shucked his shorts, jock and cup and headed for the showers. I stood in awe at the sight of him fully naked as he walked past me and away. He had the most spectacular ass and thickest legs I had ever seen. He was also quite nicely hung and if my eyes were not playing tricks on me was semi hard. All this was totally new to me, having constantly avoided public nudity at all costs. I thought about fleeing--just up and running away and never coming back. But then I realized that I wanted this, all of this—working out, muscles, and especially Tor. That taste of muscle he had given me in the corridor had me hooked. It was enough to allow me to conquer my fears and take a leap at the muscle paradise I had always secretly wished for. I undressed quickly and the cooler air in the locker room helped reduce my boner as I walked toward the shower. I was petrified that at any moment I would find out I was on candid camera or something and it would all go horribly wrong. What if Tor caught sight of my fat flabby naked body and was repulsed? What if I was too far gone to make anything but a fool of myself? What if he told me to get my fat ass out and never come back? I resisted the urge to flee again and stepped into the shower room. It was an open tiled room with shower heads lined up on the walls. There were no dividers around so I grabbed a piece of soap from the pile next to the door and walked over to Tor who was shampooing his hair with his eyes closed. I turned on the shower and got it warm, then went about the business of showering. After a minute or two I heard Tor rinsing his hair and beginning to soap himself up. “Dude, can you help me soap up my back?” came his sexy masculine voice from the growing wisps of steam. I looked up and saw that he was standing with that massive wing spread and beautiful ass toward me. “Sure.” I said, trying to keep my voice low and steady. I started with his wide shoulders soaping and massaging as I worked inward toward a monumental set of traps. I could feel tension and soreness ease out of him as I worked down over a magnificent universe of ridged muscle that defined his back. I labored mightily on his lats which I found immensely sexy. I wanted nothing more than to reach around and soap his deep hairy pits ant glorious bulging pecs. I resisted, as I was unsure how far I could go, and opted to work and soap the massive twin columns of his lower back. I finished his back and hesitated. I was not sure that fondling that beautiful butt was part of my mission and did not want to blow it. I straightened up, realizing that I was again fully hard. Just then Tor turned his back to the shower nozzle and started to rinse his back. After a moment he leaned his head back, raised his massive arms into what I later learned was called a Sergio pose, and let out the deepest sexiest growl of satisfaction I had ever heard. I felt dizzy at that glorious sight and before I could do anything I simultaneously moaned loudly, staggered with disorientation, and shot off the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. It felt magnificent for a second and then my vision swam and I felt as if I would pass out. Suddenly I was surrounded by muscle—bulging bis, meaty pecs, a tight waist and super ass that I found myself clinging too, and a raging 10 inch muscle cock slapped up against my fat gut. As my brain and vision cleared, I heard Tor whisper in my ear “Easy there dude, just relax and get your bearings back. I won’t let go.” I reveled in his solidity for a minute, not caring if I died right there I was so sublimely happy and contented to be in his arms. Then I came back to myself and tried to pull away and shrink into invisibility. I spoke in a choked whisper “Oh God I am so embarrassed! Don’t beat me up or anything, I’m so sorry.” “Sorry for what man? Dudes get off on me all the time, I love it!” he said as he steadied me on my own feet again. “I knew you were a muscle junkie from the way you looked at my display--nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of there.” He shot me another beautiful smile and the knot in my gut started to slacken. He took a step back and shot me a double bi pose which started my cock hardening all over again. “Now” he said with a commanding note in his voice, “Stop trying to hide in the shower water, stand up straight and proud and let me see what we have to work with.” I did as he said, tentatively at first and then taller and straighter as I realized that the feeling in my gut which had been one of pure terror was being replaced by elation. By God, for the first time in my life I felt no need to be ashamed of who and what I was. I was almost giddy with the feeling and my dick responded accordingly. Tor looked appraisingly at me, as if judging horse flesh at an auction. “Hmmmm…a solid big frame, good length of bone, and muscle under it all. You are a fat bastard kiddo, no question about that, but you have the makings of a real muscle stud in you and you will be amazed how quickly that blubber peels off with the right diet and work out". "I can see from your rising boner that you are a true muscle freak and that is just what the doctor ordered”. He grined that infectious grin again and looked me right in the eye. “So are you up for taking the muscle plunge junior? I won’t kid you, it will be hard work and you will have to dedicate yourself to it like nothing you have done before.” I thought for a second, did I want this? Did I want to be mentored by this stud? Did I want to be near him and possibly get off on his muscles again? Did I want to transform myself into a big brawny muscle stud and change my life forever? Was I going to be proud of who and what I was and go for what I truly wanted in life? “HELL YES!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I rushed back into his open arms and French kissed him as if my life depended on it. The next part of my dream rushed by in a rapid blur of images and fragments. I started working out with Tor right away, three days a week at first then more often. I changed rapidly under his guidance, shedding pounds and building a solid foundation of muscle. Within a year I was unrecognizable. I elected to go to college locally and continued with Tor for another year—making enough progress to be hired as an assistant trainer. Shortly after that Tor came and told me he had to leave and we would not see each other again. I was crushed. He had become almost a father figure to me as well as an object of worship, a trainer, a friend, and a lover. I begged him not to leave but he said it was unavoidable and that we would meet again in the future. He made me swear to not come looking for him but to get on with my muscle life and to always stand tall and proud of who I was. I agreed reluctantly but did go into a fair sized funk after he left. I refused to backslide though and if anything threw myself into training even harder. The next years were peppered with education, muscle lovers, bodybuilding contests, computer jobs, and writing. The strange thing about the dream was how vivid and real it all felt. I thought I could physically feel the workouts I did, the muscle encounters I had, and the progress I made-- even as I dreamt it. As the dream progressed toward the present time it seemed to become more and more real and my “real” life as a fat lonely closeted slob seemed to fade and become less real and more like a dream. The feelings of power and pride, of masculinity and pure muscle pleasure, grew and grew as my dream fast forwarded toward the present. My dream weekend reeled into sharp focus and, while the basic events remained the same the dynamic shifted markedly. Max and I were two confident gay muscle studs who were obviously into each other. We still talked and drank until he went off to continue his “time-space manipulation” experiment and I went off to write a very different story that reflected the dream version of my past rather than the ‘real” thing. The dream seemed to build to a peak with a swirl of muscle imagery. I could feel my dream muscles flexing and bulging while my dream cock grew harder and thicker. I let out a mighty roar; much like the Hulk used to do on television, and woke with a start and a deep gasp. I lay still for a second realizing that the grey of dawn was providing a soft misty light in my room. I quickly realized that my head hurt with all the hallmarks of a king-sized hangover. I was drenched in sweat and, slightly to my embarrassment I had shot a load off. “Jeeeez”, I thought, “I haven’t had a real wet dream in a long time”. My eyes seemed to be full of morning eye gunk as I managed to get out of bed and feel my way toward the bathroom without turning on the light. I got the warm water going and rinsed the eye goobers away. I reached over and switched on the light and was momentarily startled by the face and body in the mirror. I stared for a minute and familiarity crept back in to my aching head. There was the curly close cropped auburn hair and full beard that had earned me my nickname. There were the wide traps and wider delts connected to beautiful full and bulging upper arms. The mirror was small so I could not see down past the deep crease between my huge chest muscles all dusted with auburn fur. I gave each pec a bit of a flex and was gratified to see them jump in a very sexy and satisfying dance. I stroked each one lovingly, stopping to tweak each hardening nipple, then ran both hands down over my bricklike abs ending with an appreciative fondle of my substantial and semi-hard dick. “Damn I love being a muscle stud!” I thought as I then raised my right arm and flexed my bicep into a beautiful full rounded peak. As I was admiring my bicep’s shape in the mirror, I felt a hand grab it from behind and a sexy baritone voice whisper in my ear “You must be the Mighty Hercules. Can I feel your muscles?” “Any time big boy.” I purred back at Max as I turned and put my other arm around his waist to draw him in close. He had shed his clothes and I was stuck again by how beautiful his incredible muscles were. I looked into his chiseled face and sparkling blue eyes and got a quick impression that he looked a bit older this morning than on the previous evening. There was nothing old feeling about his big horse cock however that was rising to greet me in the dim grey light. “So is the God of Thunder done playing Mad Scientist for the night? How long have you been awake?” “It seems like two years.” He said giving me a killer smile. “Did the experiment or whatever go well?” He gave me an appraising look and squeezed my bicep again. “I would say the results were magnificent” he said, his smile widening. “Well” I said giving his glorious bubble butt a playful squeeze, “Are you up for helping me get cleaned up before you turn in to a pumpkin?” His eyes flashed as he whispered “Hell yes.” Then he French kissed me as if his life depended on it.

Part 5: Chain Reaction Ron walked down the hallway as a couple of kids gaped at his size and moved aside for him. Ron looked over at the gym area and saw a few people working out. He knew he was strong from how easy the bike ride was, but maybe he could give his strength a real test. He saw a big guy benching a weight that looked heavy, but as Ron approached he realized the guy wasn't big at all compared to him. Ron went to the bench next to his and decided to load up the same weight: two large plates on each side. As he moved the plates he was surprised that they each felt like they were made of cardboard. He laid down and prepared for the lift, but it was like benching a broomstick and he quickly repped out 20. He found enough plates to add a couple more to each side and this time he could feel his chest working. He slowed down by the time he hit 20 again as his shirt dug into him uncomfortably, but he knew he could handle even more weight. Ron sat up and he looked down at the chest stretching his t-shirt even more. He was getting a good pump and a satisfying squeeze of his pecs tore 2-inch openings at the seams of his sleeves. He caught the other guy staring for a second and realized a workout right now wouldn't help him with his clothing problem. His stomach growled also raising food as a priority. He put the weights back and caught a girl doing dumbbell presses for her shoulders staring at him. In typical Ron fashion, he acted before thinking and grabbed the heaviest dumbbells in the rack and did a set of presses, which ripped at the seams under his arms. He finished a quick set and gave himself a most muscular in the mirror that almost scared him and left his sleeves literally hanging by threads. He easily tore the sleeves off and tossed them in the trash. A cute guy on an elliptical gasped, "Oh my god," and nearly fell off. Ron smiled back and adjusted his package which was also getting excited. Daniel gave him a "Cya later, Ron. Looks good without the sleeves," but Ron didn't stop to respond. He didn't even stop to get on his bike. Yes, he was hungry and yes, he still didn't have shoes on, but he just started to run anyway, to where his hunger led him. --- Meanwhile, Uther was in a different part of town at a nutrition/health store in a small, local mall. Uther went to the counter to ask, "Hi, I returned a container of Tummy Tight here last week. Do you still have it?" "Hello. No, sorry," the woman replied dreamily. "Each day we send that stuff back to the company. Do you want their number?" Uther felt her stare at his face, like he had caught many people doing. He had checked a couple times for any further change but saw none. Still, he couldn't help but be self-conscious. "Well, I'm having a strange reaction to it and it affected my face." "Yes, of course," she replied with a broad smile. Uther backed up a step and spread his arms a bit. "My tummy is tight, but nothing else is." The woman looked down for the first time. "Oh, yeah, but looks like it really worked there, and your face is ... fine," and she leaned in with a softer voice, "it's actually gorgeous. I don't think it ruined anything about it." Uther's worries turned to revelation. People were staring at him because he was "gorgeous" not deformed or bizarre, unless that's what this woman was into. As he left the store with the phone number for Studlee, he smiled at a cute girl he recognized from school who smiled back then turned to her friends to giggle and point. He second-guessed his previous conclusion until they all turned to smile and a couple of them waved. Uther chuckled and wondered if those girls realized he was the goofy-looking guy they had ignored for years. With a new sense of power and heightened self-esteem, he walked around the shopping area smiling at people just to enjoy the positive attention he received back. Uther had thought earlier of skipping his workout with Tommy, but now he was curious to know his friend's reaction and those of a couple other regulars he knew at the Y. He had already put his gym stuff in the car, so he texted Tommy that he was heading there a bit early. --- Tommy was too distracted to notice Uther's text, however, since he was still reeling from meeting the new, amazingly built Ron. He cursed that he didn't use more of the lotion and was thinking of possible ways to get it back from Bryan. He now didn't care about Bryan's warnings, if it meant looking like Ron, or even bigger. He took some consolation in his massive arms but wanted desperately to grow the rest of himself. Eventually, he wondered again about Uther who only used the cream on his face and then saw the message that he was on his way. Tommy as in the hallway and thought he spotted Uther coming in, but almost didn't recognize him. He generally had the same shape except for losing several inches around his waist and Tommy recognized his clothing. Uther also lost the blubber in his face, Tommy thought, and then realized it was more than that. Wow, he looks like a movie star, Tommy thought. "Uther?" Uther beamed a broad, white smile that stunned Tommy and replied, "Yeah, it's me. I look good, right?" "Dude, you look amazing," Tommy confirmed, then continued in a whisper, "I was worried that the lotion fucked you up, but now I am definitely putting some on my face next time." "Oh! The lotion did this? Was it a Studlee cream?" Uther asked quietly as Tommy led him back to the staff only room. Tommy filled Uther in on the Muscle Cream, Ron's metamorphosis, and the rest, and Uther told him about the Tummy Tight he used to lose weight before it got recalled. "They must have interacted," Uther concluded before they decided to do a lower body workout and went out to the gym floor. Even though they didn't put cream anywhere near their legs, they found they were able to go a little heavier and harder than usual and had impressive pumps by the end. Tommy was motivated by memories of Ron's hyper-muscular body and imagined he already had a layer of lotion all over his body. In his excitement, he couldn't help posing and fantasizing about hulking out. He noticed that his shoulders looked like they had pumped up a lot during the deadlifts and looked huge, but somewhat disappointingly seemed to make his chest look smaller and highlight his body's imbalance even more. Several regulars they knew came up to them, complementing Tommy on his impressive shoulders and arms and wanting to introduce themselves to the newly handsome Uther. They both appreciated the attention, but Leah was the only person able to distract Uther from the workout. She had a toned, athletic body that was almost muscular, with beautiful eyes and lips, Uther thought. He usually tried to flirt with her and this time she flirted back, hard. Tommy did an extra set more than Uther a couple times while Uther and Leah set a date for the next weekend. Uther gave a big, wide grin before he told Tommy he wanted to meet with Bryan and ask to use the cream with him and Tommy. If he got anywhere close to Tommy's description of Ron, he'd be the complete package and hopefully irresistible to Leah. He also wanted to thank Bryan for the changes the lotion already made for him. --- That morning, Bryan received responses from his interviews and spent time answering questions and scheduling another set of interviews. He had a big breakfast and a couple protein bars before he arrived at his gym's private parking lot. He upgraded from the YMCA that he and Tommy used to go to avoid the distraction and attention of his younger brother and he also hoped to maybe make some business connections among the more corporate members. Over the past couple of weeks, he was stronger and stronger each visit as his muscles grew from the cream. His appetite was also more than usual on the couple days after an application and he had stocked up on supplement bars stored both in his closet at home and in the locker he rented at the gym. This locker also contained the tube of Muscle Cream that he resisted using again, continuing to follow its warnings seriously and enjoying the benefits from the cautious use. Bryan also found that he recovered very quickly since starting on the Muscle Cream and he spent less time resting between sets and worked several body parts in each workout and still had energy for some intense cardio at the end. By the end of his recent workouts he was pumped and drenched in sweat and he marveled in the mirror afterwards at the muscles that bulged larger and harder than before. By the end of the day the pump faded a bit, but not quite back to where he started that day. The next morning, he would weigh a few pounds more and look leaner, as well. And each workout was motivated by imagining that progress continue until he was bigger than his younger brother and then as big as his bodybuilder-sized fantasies. --- Ron could feel his legs pumping and swelling with blood and his massive chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths as he ran down the street like a well-oiled machine. His sleeves continued to stretch and tear down the sides, releasing some of his wide lats. Ron also felt his large package dance inside his shorts as blood pumped into that organ, as well. When he got home he immediately raided the fridge, scooping up leftover lasagna with a serving spoon and devouring a few chicken breasts by hand before working through a pint of ice cream as a couple frozen pizzas baked in the oven and eggs fried on the stove. About an hour later, he finally felt sated and noticed his belly was almost disturbingly distended. He was just finishing cleaning up when he heard his older sister come in and shout, "Ron, are you still home?" "Yeah, but something happened," Ron shouted back, realizing his sister was going to freak out if she saw him. Maybe she wouldn't even recognize him and call the police. He decided to bolt for the back yard and was surprised at how fast his large body could move. "Ron, your voice is different. Where'd you go?" she called out as she went into the kitchen and got a soda from the fridge. She continued to walk through the house and found Ron in the back yard, balled up and wrapped up in an old blanket, or was it a tablecloth? "What are you... no, I don't care. Are you okay? Mom wanted me to check on you. You haven't been answering your phone." "Oh, uh," Ron responded, wondering, Oh, yeah, where is my phone? "You left it in the kitchen," her sister offered to the questioning look on Ron's face before turning back into the house. "Call them." Ron waited as he heard the sounds of his sister grab something else from the fridge and leave the house. He stood up to put the old tablecloth back by the laundry room and noticed again how much taller he was now. Or was he taller than he was a few minutes ago? His belly had somehow receded to a rock-hard washboard of abs and he flexed a few muscles that felt harder and stronger. He returned to the kitchen for another meal that wasn't quite as big or rushed as the previous one, but was still more than he usually ate in a day. --- Bryan also headed home for a large meal after his workout. His parents were meeting with friends right after work, so they'd be home late, and Bryan was not looking forward to an awkward night with Tommy, who hopefully would be playing games all evening. Bryan was almost done eating when the doorbell rang. Bryan looked through the door's small window and recognized Ron's head, but he wondered, What is he standing on? He opened the door to reveal that Ron's head was on the body of a massive, ripped dream of powerful muscle that was barely contained by its clothes. "Hey, Bryan. What'd ya think?" Ron asked as he flexed a grapefruit-sized bicep. "Holy shit!" Bryan exclaimed. He realized the only possible explanation was that he also got hold of some Muscle Cream. "Did you use a whole tube?" . "No, just some of yours. Mind if I come in?" Ron asked as he easily pushed Bryan aside and ducked into the house. "I need help explaining this to my family and since you know more about what that lotion is and you've always been a smart guy, I came to you." "Ron, you're huge, fucking huge!" Bryan stammered. "Yeah, it's awesome except for maybe giving my dad a heart attack when he sees me. Any thoughts?" "You used my tube? But there wasn't that much missing. I thought just Tommy used some. How did you get so huge?" "Oh, Tommy didn't tell you about me and Uther? I should have guessed that. Yeah, we figured this was how you've been growing lately, but I guess I hit the jackpot somehow. I just drank and ate a lot. I grew even more after a little workout today." Ron explained as he sat on the couch and felt his strong, heavy back and massive legs press wide and hard against the cushions. "But that's not..." Bryan began, feeling betrayed by the directions he followed so carefully when he was looking at the amazing results of what not following them led Ron to become. He collapsed into a chair and Ron leaned forward, making the couch creak. "Don't be sad," Ron said comfortingly. "Just use the lotion like I did and we can be gods together. Do you have it here?" "No. It's at the gym," Bryan replied, still debating on whether to break his self-imposed rule to wait over a week more. "Are you sure you're okay? You feel alright? The tube's instructions had some pretty serious warnings." "Bryan, you can see the results for themselves," Ron said, standing and spreading his arms. "Even my dick is huge now," he added as he whipped out a few inches of a thick log of flesh. And I don't feel 'alright'. I feel amazingly powerful and I just realized there's something I've always wanted." Bryan didn't need to ask as Ron walked towards him with the head of his cock growing up along his abs. Ron lifted Bryan up from his seat like a child and suspended him up in the air with just his arms. "I always wanted to worship you," Ron began, "and even though you seem so much smaller, you're still hot. I've fantasized about you fucking me, but this tool of mine really wants to fuck someone. I'm not going to be a virgin much longer, and I'm hoping you can help me with that." Bryan looked down at Ron's expanding cock as a dribble of pre-cum fountained over it. He placed a hand on one of Ron's powerfully thick forearms and another farther up to Ron's mountainous arms. "Ron, you're so fucking huge and hard," Bryan gasped. Ron looked down to Bryan's pants and the growing tent there. "You're not bad yourself," Ron replied and he threw Bryan onto one of his massive shoulders and headed up to Bryan's room as the willing abductee felt over Ron's foot-thick, yard-wide back. Ron threw Bryan onto his bed and tried to pry his own shorts off, but the pump of carrying Bryan up the stairs made that impossible without breaking the waistband and tearing it apart. During Ron's brief struggle, Bryan forgot about the little, cute, pathetic Ron of the past and looked anew at Ron the muscle god who surpassed his own wildest fantasies. "Well, get naked. Or do you want me to rip your clothes off?" Ron asked, as Bryan quickly got his pants off and Ron helped him with the shirt before Bryan wrapped his mouth around Ron's leaking cock. "Oh, god!" Ron roared as Bryan sat up at the edge of the bed and applied suction to the head of his tool. Bryan slowly worked a few inches down, but it was huge and thick and quickly filled his mouth and tested his gag reflex. Ron began pumping and writhing his hips and Bryan grabbed the mason-jar-thick base of Ron's cock with one hand and felt Ron's orange-sized balls churning and dancing with the other. He looked up at Ron's brick wall of abs flexing hard and the massive overhang of Ron's pecs that rippled with thick mass as his arms and shoulders and forearms also flexed and writhed as his fists clenched tight. Bryan's hands explored Ron's barrel-like legs that struggled to keep Ron standing during this intense experience. Ron's dick pulsed even larger and Bryan's mouth could take no more. He gagged off the rigid hose and looked up at Ron's face. "I don't think this is going to fit anywhere inside me." Ron looked down over his humongous chest at the subject of so many of his fantasies fondling his obscenely large and sensitive dick. He felt his large balls swell and clench tight and a tsunami of an orgasm washed over him. His dick didn't just fire out shots of cum, it sprayed out a stream that caught Bryan off guard as it hit his neck and chest and forced him back onto the bed as Ron's balls continued to empty along Bryan's torso and onto his legs. Bryan scrambled away as he felt the hot cum tingle and burn on his skin. Ron leaned over and put a hand out, knocking Bryan onto his side and Bryan continued to squirm over onto his front and crawl out from under Ron as he fired a few more bursts onto Bryan's back. Bryan craned back to yell at Ron just as Ron stood back up, squeezed his balls and cock in his meaty paws and fired one last load right at Bryan's face before falling to a knee and sitting on the floor. Bryan felt burning hot cum over his whole body and in his squeezed-shut eyes. He half-blindly stumbled over to the bathroom as he felt the cum ooze down his body but by the time he got there he could open his eyes and see in the mirror that he barely had any cum on him and a gob on his chin was soaked into his skin before it had a chance to drip off. He washed his face anyway and swallowed a handful of water before he realized he was getting really thirsty.

Tagline: Two young friends discover an ancient shrine that grants them immortal power. Note: This story originally appared on a different site years ago. At the resquest of a fellow M-G member, I rewrote it for this community. Any thoughts/comments/suggestions/ways of improvement are always appreciated. Thank you. I awoke with a shove. “Ouch. What?” I asked as I pried my eyes open. “Max, Max, get up!” “What?” I answered, still half asleep. “Tyler? Is that you?” “Yea man, I gotta show you something, come with me.” Tyler backed away. I slowly raised myself on my cot to see Tyler, full of energy, walking around in my A-frame tent. We were spending our spring hiking in Greece. I rubbed my eyes and looked up at him. “I found something, something incredible. I gotta show you.” he said. “Dude,” I answered, looking over at my watch, “it's...what...3am what are you doing wondering out there by yourself?” “It doesn't matter, you gotta hurry!” Tyler was still only in his boxers and gym shorts, a pair of flip flops on his feet. “You aren't even dressed for hiking,” I said. “It's only about a quarter mile, come on man!” he answered. I unzipped my sleeping bag and pulled myself out of my cot. I looked around for my own gym shorts and slipped them over my briefs. “I'll meet you outside,” Tyler said. I pulled on a pair of hiking shoes, slipped on a tee shirt and climbed out of the tent. In the middle of the Mediterranean, the stars were beautiful. I looked up to see a full moon too. “Wow,” I said. “This way,” he shouted, running down a trail. I followed Tyler on a trail away from camp. Tyler's flashlight gave us only a few feet view of what was around us. Even though it was a summer night, it was surprisingly cool. Tyler, walking briskly, was hard to keep up with. “Dude, please tell me why you woke me up.” I was a little surprised he woke me up so late, and he knew I was upset at him. I assumed it must have been important. “Earlier this evening I was gathering some firewood and I felt a strange draft coming from in between a few rocks,” Tyler said excitedly, “so I went to investigate. The rocks were old, there were trees and moss growing on it I had to imagine that the area inside had been undiscovered for years, maybe 2,000 years, maybe more, I don't know. So I took a shovel and shoved some of it aside. Dude, there is a cave inside the rocks, completely undiscovered I know it! There's something in there too you gotta check it out!” He led me off the path and into a deep thicket of trees and shrubs. It was hard to navigate. “What did you find?” I asked. “I'm not sure,” he answered, “but it looks pretty incredible. I don't want to tell anyone yet but it's hard to explain I gotta show you.” Still shirtless, Tyler must have a hard time navigating the thick brush. Even in my own hiking shoes it was difficult traversing so far off the path. We walked to a small crevice in between a few fallen boulders. “Come on we gotta climb in here.” He ordered. “What?” I responded. “Climb in there? Dude I can barely fit.” “You're a shrimp, man!” Tyler said, almost mockingly. “I got probably 20 pounds of muscle on you and I can fit. You can handle it.” With a scorn on my face I answered, “screw you dude,” I always sort of envied Tyler's good looks and strength. I guess it wasn't in my genes to be all that buff. But, caving in, I fit myself through the crevice in the rocks and dropped 2 feet onto the cave floor. “How are we supposed to get out?” I asked. “We can hoist each other up, no problem,” Tyler answered. Looking around, the cave looked pretty large. “I'm surprised no one else has found this,” I said. “Maybe it wasn't meant to be found until now,” Tyler cryptically answered. We walked through a narrow passageway and opened into an atrium of sorts. Paintings adorned the cavern walls; they looked like Ancient Greek. Drawings of animals and of men, stars, the sun, plants. They were suprisingly intact. “Look at this script,” Tyler said. I walked over to see multiple languages sprawled across the wall. “Are these Greek writings?” “Yea, I think it's Greek,” Tyler answered. “But this is what you gotta check out.” I followed him to an ornate and elaborate stone altar. Although it was made of stone, paintings aligned the walls and floors around it and jewels sat on carefully sculpted rock columns around the altar. There was another smaller offering table to the right of the big one, and more foreign characters on the tables themselves. “Look at these pictures,” Tyler said, as he pointed them out his hand ran across the pictures. “What's that look like to you?” pointing to the first one. I answered, “It appears to be a man. Is it a Greek...guy?” “Yea it shows a hoplite. It looks like a Greek warrior, man!” Tyler said, “Max, look: he's wearing a tunic, a helmet, saber...here keep following the drawings it's explaining a ceremony.” I followed his finger as he interpreted the paintings. “The warriors walk up to the smaller offering table. Look here, they take off their armor, then their clothing, and lay it on the smaller altar. After they get naked, they walk up to the big altar. Then, they space their feet apart here, if all goes well, this large painting appears and they touch it.” Tyler pointed the drawing of the naked soldier, reaching out and touching the painting. “Look at this, then the crystals are powered by the clothing he sacrificed, and he's given...muscle. Or even powers, I think?” “Powers?” I asked. “Yea, man, look! He grows, gains these electric powers, he manifests something. It's nuts isn't it?” Looking closely at the paintings I saw that Tyler was right. The Greek warrior gained muscle mass, his eyes changed to a glowing red, and he seemed to manifest some kind of supernatural power. “Wow, man!” I said. “Did you try it?” "What? No! But I got close, when I lay my clothes on the altar, the painting appears, but I didn't want to touch the painting unless someone else was here." “Okay,” I said, as a smile grew on my face. I pulled my shirt off as I walked toward the smaller altar. “I'm trying it.” I answered. “Wait, what? No man, I want to do it I just brought you down here in case something happened,” Tyler answered. “Fuck that, man, I've been your little follower the last 5 years I'm doing it.” I threw my shirt down on the altar and kicked my shoes off. I sat on the altar and pulled off my socks. Although I doubted that anything would actually happen, the thought of it possibly occurring was too exciting not to try it. And if it did I wanted to gain it before Tyler would. “Dude just calm down. Let me show you,” Tyler said pulling off his own shirt and throwing it onto the altar. “I brought you down here so you could see in case something happened, you can try after me.” I pushed him off the altar, a decision I made instinctively to keep me on my course. “Watch it, fucker! I want to do it!” Tyler backed away, surprised by my reaction but I so badly wanted it I was willing to fight. “Ok. Fine. Just be careful” he said, backing a few feet away. I kicked his T-shirt off before looking quickly over to the drawings and retraced the warrior's procedure: get naked, leave clothes on small altar, walk head high to the big altar and stand there, put feet into position, touch the painting. I looked back over to the altar as I slid down my gym shorts. “How long has it been? Since this has been done?” I asked. “I don't know,” Tyler answered. “Long enough for our history to forget about it.” I turned around still in my briefs and looked down to Tyler. “Do you think the altar will take 21st century clothing?” I asked. Tyler didn't think it was funny, “dude, I really think I should try this first. You don't know what's going to happen.” “Too late dude, I'm already getting naked. Hope you don't mind,” I said, pulling my briefs down. The draft on my naked body in the cave felt cool and it was nice, if a little awkward. “You do what you gotta do.” Tyler answered, a little bitter and not making eye contact. I was a bit embarrassed to show my frail, naked body and small package, particularly compared to Tyler's bulkiness, but I wished it would be the last time I would look like that at all. We had been naked in front of each other before and I certainly wasn't afraid of the act, but I was more compelled to do it. I felt a breeze over my rear and through my legs, drying off my nervous sweat. Thinking to myself I kept asking “what are you doing? Are you crazy?” as I cupped my package and stepped out of my briefs. But when I did a magnificent painting of a muscular man illuminated on the wall. “Woah,” I said. I turned away from Tyler and stared at the painting. “Who is that?” I asked. “Is it a man? Or a god?” I had to keep moving. I walked toward the altar, head high, and climbed the small steps onto the large altar. “The painting just lit up.” Tyler said, “Just like that.” “What do I do now?” I asked, feet spaced apart on the altar. “I think...I think you touch it,” Tyler said. “But...be careful, man.” I turned around to see Tyler watching my naked backside with anticipation, I let my hands go from guarding my crotch. Double checking the painting I appeared to be in the correct stance to initiate the ceremony. I took one more look around the cave, mustering the strength to try this. I lifted my right hand and, slowly, reached it out, eager to gain the powers and believing so much that the drawings were true. Looking down at my scrawny body I convinced myself that, as strange as this was, it was worth the attempt, and touched the painting. It grew brighter. My hand felt hot but I kept it there. I came this far I had to see what would happen. The crystals around me also began to grow brighter. I looked around, turned my head back to see Tyler, mouth wide open. “What's happening?” I asked, but before Tyler could respond the paint quickly drained from the wall in front of me and circled through the rock of the cavernous walls and toward the glowing crystals, powering them, causing two of them to hit me with a powerful and searing spark. “Argh!” I doubled over, removing my hand from the wall. My skin became coated in the electric bolts. I turned around and lifted my arms up. Two more crystals shot at me and again, shocked, I fell onto the altar. “Ahhhh!” I screamed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my clothing disintegrating and melting into the smaller table. “Argh! What's...happening to...me?” I shouted, afraid, looking down at my melting clothing. As the smaller altar absorbed them, their essence too traveled into the four crystals, like rain trickling down a sidewalk, my clothing integrated into the crystals. The crystals quickly changed colors as a more powerful energy emanated out of them and onto me. Onto my altar. “Oh my god what am I doing?” I kept thinking to myself. I was too paralyzed to move, to try to escape the clutches of the sparks engrossing my body. My heart began racing as my breathing accelerated. The four active crystals continued to hit me and as I lifted my upper body, ass still on the alter. Then, the most incredible thing happened. I saw myself changing. My body was involuntarily twisting itself. My chest twisted left, then right, as muscle began forming on its sides. The muscle rounded and settled over my chest as I struggled to stand back up but managed to regain composure. Lifting my knees and re-standing, but under the multicolors of electric bolts swarming me my pecs began to grow. They grew outward and pronounced, tightening the space between them where my breastbone lay. The muscle then stretched down to my flat torso and began contorting. My stomach bulge quickly pulled into my body as my abs flattened then strengthened into a chiseled washboard of an eight-pack. There my skin began to tan itself. It wrapped over my paler torso and ass cheeks giving me a solid golden color over my body. More sparks started shooting out of the crystals as I looked up at my biceps, fear now leaving my mind, replaced by curiosity. They too were growing, contorting and lengthening. As muscle wrapped and pumped up my arms, tightened lines of muscle and skin began to define every crevice. I was starting to like this! Lifting them up to admire them, I began laughing as hair grew within my arm pits and up over my biceps and lower arms, thinly at first, then thickening to a masculine warrior. I would have never imagined laughing at such an experience, but the more my muscle grew, the more I wanted it and it was actually becoming true! Lowering my arms, the crevices that formed my washboard abs began to define my pelvis as my thighs began to grow. Thick, hard muscle wrapped and grew down my legs blowing them up like a pole vaulter's. The muscle defining across my hips tightened and created a cut V. I drew a finger along my new crevice. Looking over to Tyler all I could see through the sparking powers of electricity was a shocked and worried guy. I shouted to him, “Can you fuckin believe this?! Yes, this feels good. Hahaha!” Was I getting cocky? But who wouldn't? My ass started to quiver and shake, turning I saw it pumped out as rock hard muscle began building and pulling a tight, strong ass to match my legs. My back cracked as it stretched and grew. My arms flailing involuntarily as my shoulders doubled it's muscle mass and widened. The side of my ass checks locked in and chiseled out as it pulled against my body. As my rock hard bubble butt formed, my feet, ankles and shins grew in length and width as muscle continued to envelop over my growing frame, new countors of sinew defining every immaculate piece of my body. I smacked my ass cheeks as I turned back around, the ceremony was working! Suddenly a huge weight increase hit my package. I grabbed it, almost out of natural reaction, and felt it growing too. A large pulse of sex adrenaline hit me as my cock filled with blood and drooped down as my balls began growing in size. I removed my hands, I had to see this incredible moment. As if my balls were getting too big for its sac, it too began to grow and drop down to handle the weight of them. My cock turned to the left before growing back out, a new foreskin growing into its natural state. I continued to laugh. The feeling of my growing and powerful body only continued to get better. I looked again at Tyler, “Yea! Yeaheaa! THIS is what I'm talkin' about!” pointing down to my swinging, sex-ridden package. Tyler finally spoke up, shocked at the transformation happening before him. “Woah, Max, dude! What's happening to you?” I was no longer listening. I couldn't listen, the powers enveloping me were becoming too much for my human mind to handle, Tyler's voice drifted as I looked down and found I was quickly dwarfing him. Hair grew up through my pubes thickening them as they grew up over my belly button, chest and down across my ass. Then the hair grew like a forest over my shins and thighs. But my attention quickly moved away from my body as thoughts of powers borrowed into my mind. Powers? Yes, that's what I was now gaining! I couldn't believe it! Only minutes before I was embarrassed by my naked body and now I wanted nothing else. Being naked felt free and inviting for the powers of this altar to enter my body. What were these powers doing to me? What was I becoming? I kept thinking they must...they must have given warriors the strength of the mythological gods! No, no it was even better! I was becoming one! A god! An ancient greek god full of the abilities, powers and vices that we mortals had long forgotten about. “AHH Haha!” I continued to laugh as I gained the knowledge of this, drunk with the power of the immortals, drunk with the thought of elevating above my formal, mortal self. My muscles continued to lock in and grow. I was becoming an immortal. An immortal! I couldn't believe it. This altar was everything I hoped for. “Yes! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” I shouted, my voice becoming deeper with each second. “AH HAHAHA!” As the transformation continued, all the crystals illuminated and bestowed me with powers of transformation, immorality, the power to control other people and read their minds. A god, yes, I was becoming a god and I loved every second of it. The last of my human flesh, any imperfect part disappeared off of my now sculpted body. My package hung large among the rest of my immortal muscle. As the last of the crystal's powers were integrating into my body, I could feel the tight muscle growth slow to a standstill. Moving my hands up to cover my face, I felt it shift into a pronounced, thin, powerful face of a diety. Though I couldn't see my reflection, I knew its transformation gave the look of handsomeness and power. My hair shortened to a dark brown, matching the chest and arm hair that had grown earlier. My eyes opened to a glowing red, just as the drawings depicted. The crystal sparks ended, leaving nothing but a masculine, sharp immortal full of power. I was so full of these thoughts and knowledge of new powers I was having trouble keeping them in order. Was I given the powers of Metis or Heracles? Or, even more importantly: did it matter? All I knew was that I had the powers, the body, and was proud of what had happened. Like the mythological gods before me I intended to remain naked and use my bestowed powers to their fullest. Transformation? Manipulation? Trickery? Sex? I could think of little else. I stepped down from the altar. Looking down I couldn't help but admire my muscular and cut body, a thin layer of dark hair resting over my chest and abs. I looked further down to still see the growth very much apparent in my package and quads too. Tyler, not knowing the powers that bestowed me, walked over to me. I regained my stature and felt the powers coursing through me. For all my life I envied those with bigger bodies than I. But now I was a cut monster! A finely tuned and tight machine. I was no longer afraid or embarrassed by my nudity. No, I loved it. I was the hottest shit around. Tyler stared at me with awe and wonder. “My first worshiper,” I told myself, and I positioned myself in full view of him. “What do you think of me?” I asked, commanding an answer. “Uhh,” Tyler was completely hypnotized, he was infatuated with my body. I flexed my arms for him and crunched my abs. There was so much complexity in my build he couldn't get enough. Wanting to show my strength I walked over to a stalactite away from the altar and grabbed it with my right hand. “An easy feat,” I said, snapping the 8 foot rock off the side of the cavern. The rock weighed hundreds of pounds, but I easily twirled it around in my hands, feeling the energy surge through my body as I pumped the rock like a twig in a playground. “So much strength...” Tyler said, staring at me. “You want it?” I answered, preparing to throw the rock to him. I smiled and prepared a greek shot put throw, but as it flew into the air I ordered it to dissolve, merging back into the cavern wall once more. Tyler flinched in fear, but relaxed knowing I meant him no real harm. Eyeing my mortal friend once again I stretched my arm and beckoned him closer. “See what it feels like to be a warrior,” and I brought his hand close to my chest, touching my pecs. Tyler encountered flashes of my immortal powers, visioning a brief glimpse of my abilities. “Mmm...” he said orgasmicly as he bent his back, allowing his dick to lift from within his gym shorts. “I want it. I WANT IT” he shouted, dropping to his knees, kissing my hairy quads, trying to lift his mouth to my dick as his hands grabbed my rock-hard ass. With an invisible force I pushed the mortal back, Tyler sliding across the cave floor. “Mortals,” I said, smirking. “You have no idea what it's like, do you?” Tyler looking confused, wondering why I rejected him. “Yes, these powers, I can do anything now!” I answered. “No more need for clothes, for conformity. I am a god and all will obey my will.” Tyler stood again and bowed to me. “What do you wish of me master?” he said. The human was in a complete state of worship. I snapped my fingers to release him from his trance. “Tyler, you may think I am a pure god, but it is still me. Max. Maximus, the Immortal!” I flexed my biceps once again and forced a bright, immortal light to show my godly self. Levitating into the air Tyler smiled and walked more casually back to me, out of his trance. “Can I join you, Maximus? Can I join you through the ritual?” I smiled back to him and turned, opening the path to the shrine of the gods for my friend. “I may have gone first, my friend, but you have the altar to yourself now,” I said, levitating myself back to the ground. “Holy shit, this thing really fuckin works,” Tyler said turning his attention to the altar; he carried his shirt to the offering table before dropping it on the cold stone. “Dude, I can't fuckin wait, excuse the boner,” he said, stepping out of his flip flops and dropping his shorts and briefs in one push. “Mmm, this air feels perfect!” he shouts, letting his erection swag in the open. As Tyler stepped up to the transformation table he turned and asked me, “what it is like? To be you?” I thought for a moment. “Everything is different now. I no longer feel pain, emotions. I'm confident, assured, my mind is beset with the powers I gained and my new purpose is to use them to the fullest. I feel equal part human and immortal. It feels like I am power. Pure power.” I spoke with such authority and surety I thought I had created my own prophecy. My own future. “Join me, human.” Tyler's smile widened, “woah oh,” he said, “I can't wait to join you. What shall I be called?” “Tiberius,” I said. Tyler quickly answered, “Tiberius the Immortal.” Tyler turned back to the Warrior image in front of him, and laid his hand in confidence on the painting, the crystals aggressively illuminating over his naked body.

Sorry for the long wait. Without further ado, I present to you... Blue Pill Part 13 Chris’s father James had just pulled up to the drive when he noticed an unfamiliar car parked in front of his house. “Chris better not have any of his stupid jock friends over, I’ve got Tiffany coming over later for a good fucking!” James said out loud in a pissed off tone. He headed up the front steps and into the house. Once inside he noticed a sweater on the floor next to the door. He picked up the sweater and placed it on the coat rack. “Fucking kids today have no respect for others property.” As James put the sweater on the coatrack a bottle fell out of the sweater pocket and rolled across the floor. He picked it up and examined the bottle. Right away he realized it was one of the bottles from his lab. “That little shit is in some serious trouble now!” James stormed off up the stairs only to find that the stairs were slick and covered with an opaque substance. “What is that smell?” James recognized the smell. It was an all too familiar scent. It was the smell of sex. The manly aroma of testosterone and sperm. He made his way over to his son’s door and threw it open expecting to give his son the beating of a lifetime, instead he was surprised to find a naked busty woman in his bed passed out and covered in sperm. The sperm still dripping from her gaping pussy. “I didn’t think my son had it in him. Well maybe I won’t beat him to death, but he is still in deep shit for the mess on the stairs and stealing my lab products.” As James walked further into the bedroom, he realized that the shower was running. James stepped over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, only to find himself staring at a wall of muscle in his sons shower. “Holy Fuck!” James whispered to himself in excitement. The behemoth in the shower was furiously scrubbing something in front of it, but by the looks of this monsters back, James could tell that it wasn’t his son. The manly aroma that was in the stairway was 100 times stronger in the bathroom, causing James big daddy dick to slowly start inching towards the bottom of his running shorts. James continued to watch the behemoth as it continued its stroking action and it released a beastly moan. James was now rock hard as the head of his dick poked out of the bottom of his shorts, dripping precum onto the tiled floor in the bathroom. James slowly backed up and shut the bathroom door, so as to not startle the muscle freak in his sons shower. “My god he is huge! He had to of gotten ahold of some of my lab products, but which ones?” The girl on Chris’s bed began to stir and as she did she moved her arms down from up above her head. As she did, James noticed a tribal tattoo on her right arm. “My son has the same tattoo on his right arm. HOLY FUCK! Chris, is that you?” “D..adddd….” Chris said as he coughed up cum. “Christ! What happened Chris?!” but before James could get a response, he heard the water turn off to the shower, so he quickly darted out of his sons bedroom so he didn’t get caught by the monster on the other side of the door. Thinking quickly, James ran off to his bedroom. Closing the door behind him and locking it, he ran for his walk in closet. Once inside he threw back some extra bedding at the far end revealing a keypad. He entered his passcode and a doorway was revealed at the back of the closet. Stepping in, he was surrounded by computer screens and vials and desks where all of his recent work could be found. He shot over to a wall with a single vial in a case. It was pure black liquid inside. “I haven’t had a chance to test it, but desperate times call for desperate measures!” James pulled out a syringe jabbed it into the stopper and pulled the plunger back on the syringe, filling it to capacity. James lowered his shorts, revealing his plump smooth daddy dick. “Well here goes nothing.” James winced in pain as he stabbed the needle into his right testicle and injected half the syringe. He then pulled the syringe out stabbing it into his left testicle and emptying the syringes contents. James pulled the needle out and slowly massaged his sore swollen testicles. James dropped the syringe as he fondled his sore swollen testicles in his hands. They were about the size of large eggs, massaging them back and forth as he winced from the pain. “Time to go test out this serum and see if it works.” James heard a moaning sound as he left his lab and headed back towards the hall. As he got closer to his bedroom door he realized the sound was coming from his son’s room, but it sounded like the moans of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. James tiptoed down the hall, hoping to catch a peak of what his once alpha jock son was moaning about. James reached the door and grasped the doorknob, slowly turning it as to not disturb what was going on in the bedroom. As a sliver of light was cast into the hallway, James could see his son still laying on his bed. Writhing on the sheets as he continued to moan in pleasure. James leaned forward just a little more to see what was causing his son to moan with such pleasure only to find the behemoth from the shower at the foot of his sons bed. The muscular freak had a hand on each one of his son’s breasts and was tonguing his pussy hard. Pinching his nipples as milk began to flow from them. The behemoth leaned forward and sucked a little from each tit and James watched as the muscular monster slowly got larger right before his eyes. “You want to see me get bigger don’t you?” The behemoth boomed out in his deep baritone bass. Chris writhed on the bed in pleasure as Derek slid his muscle milk covered fingers into Chris’s tight snatch. “Please put it in me. I want to feel you fill me with your seed” Chris moaned delirious with sexual delight. “You know what I need you to do then” Derek said as he produced a bottle of pills from down on the floor and shook one out into his hand. “You’ve got to take one of these if you want me inside you again.” Without hesitation Chris snatched the pill out of Derek’s hand throwing it in his mouth and swallowing quickly without giving it a second thought. Derek stood up tall and then leaned down kissing Chris hard on the mouth as his throbbing python slick with pre rubbed against Chris’s moist snatch. Derek’s dick had to be close to two feet long now and Chris was beginning to wonder how he was going to take it. Derek began pushing his thick mushroom head into Chris’s pussy, finding resistance as he tried to enter. Derek pushed harder and Chris screamed as the head popped into his waiting pussy. “Fuck you’re so tight!” Derek moaned as he began moving the head of his dick in and out of Chris’s pussy, making the lips swollen and puffy from the workout they were getting. Chris began panting and shaking on the bed. “Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Derek I’m GOING TO CUM!!!” Derek quickly pulled out and leaned down to suck up all the sweet juice that Chris had to offer. Pushing his tongue deep into Chris’s tight snatch to make sure he got all of it. Derek stood back up and couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Chris had begun to grow. Chris’s fingers were tweaking his nipples as his tits began to push out even further, forcing his hands to reach even farther to play with his nips. His waist got more slender as his hips pushed out making a perfect hourglass shape. Derek couldn’t contain himself anymore. He quickly threw both arms underneath Chris and lifted her up as he made her straddle his throbbing dick, which Derek finally realized was slowly growing from Chris’s pussy juice. Derek lowered Chris down onto his dick but the pussy lips wouldn’t part. Derek pushed down hard on Chris’s shoulders as tears began to flow down Chris’s face, but those lips just wouldn’t part. The whole time this was going on, James had pulled out his dick in the other side of his son’s bedroom door and was stroking his 8 inch thick cock. “Now is my opportunity” James whispered to himself. James swung open his sons bedroom door, just as Derek was about to try to shove his cock in Chris’s back door. “Why don’t you give my son a rest and give me a go.” Derek quickly turned around, not expecting anyone else to be in the house. He was surprised at what he saw. Standing in front of him was a thick built muscle daddy in his mid-forties. He was hairy, but trimmed and to top it off he had a thick uncut cock dripping with pre cum. As Derek eyed up the muscle daddy, all he could think of was the potential mass that this man could help him add to his frame. “I’ll make a deal with you.” James said as he saw some slight hesitation in the massive monsters eyes. “Whoever cums first has to take one of those black pills.” Derek quickly looked at the bottle on the floor with a surprised expression. “Yes I know about those. Who do you think invented them?” James said with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you say? Sound like a deal?” James reached his hand out to shake with Derek. Derek reached his big paw out and shook James’s hand vigorously. Derek didn’t let go of his hand as he quickly reached for James’s other hand and pulled him up against his own muscular frame. Derek took in a big breath, breathing in James’s manly alpha essence. A grin formed on his face because he knew that everything James possessed would soon be his. Derek lifted James up until his hairy muscular thighs were straddling his enlarged python. “Fuck me big boy.” James growled in Derek’s ear. Derek, still on edge from Chris’s transformation, shoved James down on his dick as the head popped in and the first foot of dick went in with ease. James instantly threw his head back and began to moan as Derek filled him in ways he never thought was possible. “Yeah, how do you like that? Those muscles will be mine daddy!” Derek dove his mouth down on James’s thick daddy dick and continued to drive his own dick ever deeper into James’s hole. Derek could taste James sweet pre-cum filling his mouth and he wanted more. Derek began sucking hard like a vacuum. James couldn’t believe how fast he was reaching his orgasm. ‘This is going to be way too easy’ James thought. Derek could feel James was close to orgasm as he felt his ass clenching around his massive fuck pole. With one last thrust, Derek shoved his dick to the hilt in James’s ass and reached up pulling hard on his nipples as he sucked his cock for all it was worth. James’s eyes rolled back in his head as he could feel his cock bucking hard inside Derek’s mouth, shooting volley after volley at the back of Derek’s throat. Derek, amazed at the volume this older daddy could produce, had a hard time keeping up, but wanted every last drop of that sweet nectar. When the last remnants of James’s orgasm had been sucked clean from his quivering dick, Derek let the dick fall out of his mouth with a pop. With Derek’s dick still in James’s ass he threw both of his arms up into a double bicep pose and roared. “I AM A GOD!!! AND WITH YOUR MUSCLES I SHALL GROW EVEN MORE!!!” Every vein exploded forth underneath Derek’s paper thin skin has he began firing his pent up seed inside James’s tight man hole. Derek began pistoning his 26 inch dick in and out of James’s tight hole, making cum squirt back out as he continued to shoot. Derek dropped the bicep pose and latched onto his own nipples, pinching them. He reached his hands up tasting the sweet nectar from his fingers as it dripped from his nipples. Derek’s eyes flew open as he realized he was producing milk. James had a huge grin on his face as Derek finally looked him in the eyes. “What did you do to me?” Derek said with a look of panic in his eyes. “My Turn” James said as the walls began to spin around Derek.

High praise indeed Arpeejay, I can die a happy muscle fiend now! Thanks for all your support, it means the world to your humble servant... ? And yes, I think there might be a few more stories up my sleeve. Stay tuned Campers!

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Wonderful story! A fine tale of muscle dreams! I'd say more but I don't want to give away the plot. Peace, CF

It was a quiet day off. With my workout at the gym already taken care of and no pressing matters to attend to, I decided that now was a good a time as any to get the house in order. It wasn’t unsightly by any means, it actually looked fairly neat, but more could always be done to make it look better. Little things like dusting surfaces, watering flowers to keep them looking bright and healthy and the like. With that in mind, I turned on some music and turned up the volume so I could hear it throughout the house and got ready to clean. It was a bright and sunny day, beautiful outside. The sky was blue and clear, the birds were singing, the air was aromatic as could be. It also unfortunately meant that it was very hot out today, and even with the windows open filling my home with a wonderful cross breeze it was still uncomfortably warm. “Now is a good a time as any” I said aloud to myself, tucking my fingers under my waistband and lowering my pants, struggling a second over the ample butt I was so proud of, made larger after years of training and dedication in the gym, my own personal temple of iron. Immediately the cool air hit my skin and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wiggled my bottom, letting my pants fall to the floor revealing my new aussie bum jock. Next came my shirt, and this I took my time with, slowly pealing it over my head, pretending there was an audience watching me strip. I could feel myself tenting my jock, I do so love the thought of being on display for others to see and ogle at. Another wave of pleasure hit me when my chest was exposed to the cool air. Today was chest day at the gym and I could still feel the pump in my pecs. GOD did it feel good! The residual tension from blood rushing to the muscle after a hard work out, the warm the… I let my shirt drop to the floor, forgetting myself and groped my own chest, lifting up the heavy pectorals and letting them fall, moaning when I felt the heft of my own upper body. I groped myself for a second, running my hands over my body and looking over into the open door of the bathroom. There I stood. 6’3 and over 250 pounds of lean powerful muscles, hairy chest, thick beard, men would kill for this body I know, and there was a sea of people who admired me for it, or rather the muscles themselves, I doubt they saw me as more than something for their own consumption, but that wasn’t enough. The admiration felt great sure…. But I wanted to get BIGGER! Needed it with every fiber of my being! That is why less than a year ago I resorted to using steroids. It was daunting at first but I had done my homework, tons of it. I understood the risks, the dangers, I had heard every PSA in the book about steroid use and abuse and it really didn’t matter to me. Because to me, getting bigger was paramount! For your everyday guy, 250 plus pounds of vascular muscle might be enough, their end game, where a few days a week in the gym to maintain their “beach bod” will suffice. But for someone like me, who always dreamed of being huge, not just big, but monstrous, someone who was naturally very thin and had to fight hard for every inch, every pound, someone who not only wouldn’t mind becoming what most of the world would consider a freak but welcomes it, what I had simply wasn’t enough! I am proud of my body, I really am, I have come far since I have started years ago and am already at the point where family and close friends barely recognize me when they see me. But I want to grow and grow and grow and I can stop when my heart gives out! But I have distracted myself from my chores long enough so I got back to cleaning, dancing to the music as I went. “I can take a break when it is time to take my next injection” I thought to myself, giggling to myself and flexing unconsciously. I loved the boost in my testosterone, it always makes me so horny! It’s one of those things that you both love and hate for the same reason. I did the dishes, dusted the shelves, swept and mopped the floor, all while wiggling my butt and pretending whatever was in my hand at the time was a microphone. I must be a sight to anyone who can see through the windows. Already, I could feel heat welling up in my loins at just the thought of being observed, shaking my bulging muscular body half naked for an audience… it was time for my sixth orgasm of the day, and it wasn’t even noon yet. “No need to stroke, mmmph” I said aloud, already groping my muscles and flexing as if I were on stage, posing in front of judges. I am sure most aren’t sporting a chubby while lifting and groping their chest…. Maybe I could sell it off as a “new pose” haha, wouldn’t that be something! It didn’t take me long, just a few good squeezes and the knowledge that ANYONE walking down the street could see my exposed form playing with my muscular body was enough to set me over the edge. I came right in my jock, could see the spurts darkening practically the whole thing. With my cleaning mostly done, and a new mess to clean up, I decided now was a good time to take a shower and take my injection for the day. I walked over into the bathroom, taking my jock off on the way and tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. I crossed the mirror on my way to the shower and stopped, lifting my arms up in a double bicep pose. I tried a few others. I was… something. I could bigger, I could always be bigger. I looked at my little bottle sitting on the sink. The wonderful steroid I was using now. It worked pretty well, made me horny as a rutting stud which made everything else hard to focus on but no one could argue with the increase in gains I have been making lately. A smile crept over my face at the thought of that. “I am going to get even bigger! I am going to gain even more mass over my natural limit and this wonderful stuff is going to help me do it!” With that I practically hopped into the shower, turning on the cold water and letting it run down my skin for a while before getting to cleaning myself. I had a little trouble with my back but I got everything in time when I wasn’t singing to my own tune under the water. After my quick shower I grabbed a towel and dried myself off moving on to my sink where a familiar bottle was sitting. I opened little cabinet where my syringes and cleaning kits were. I picked one and opened it, taking the supplies from the kit and sterilizing the needle. The package says they are already sterile but it really, really doesn’t hurt to be sure with this sort of thing. Once it was ready lifted the bottle and inspected it. There was just enough in it for one more dose. I readied the needle, filling it with the bottles contents, did a final inspection, and in it went. Just the slightest pinch, but oh the impact it would have tomorrow at the gym! I through our the bottle and the needle in their own special trash bin and opened the cabinet to set out a new bottle but I didn’t see one. I looked behind the cleaning kit, under it, in the back and corners of the cabinet, but there was nothing. I started to panic thinking maybe it fell and broke on the floor when I took out the needle and cleaning kit but the floor was clean and that’s when, to my dread, my eyes glanced over to the special bin. There were two empty bottles, not one. “I let myself run out!” I screamed slapping myself on the forehead. How could I let myself run so low! It had been a stressful couple of weeks but still. Growing was one of the most important things to me and for me to forget to keep myself stocked was unacceptable! Without even getting dressed I ran into my room and hopped into the chair facing my computer, turned it on and went right to my suppliers sites to see who I could get my next few months’ worth the fastest starting with the first. They had always delivered what they said they would, their product was spot on and not some cheap knock off. Unfortunately it said it would take up to twenty four days before my package would arrive. “Well that just wont do… my cycle would be way off by then” I thought to myself, tapping my foot as I went through source after source. I loved where I lived but sometimes it takes far too long to get anything from out of the country and unfortunately, no one in the country made what I need to grow… I don’t like it, but I might have to head to the gym and hope someone there has some extra. I hated resorting to this. Though the guys were pretty friendly for the most part, you could never tell where each bodybuilder got their steroids or what was really in it. I trusted my sources at this point but theres were a mystery to me. I would also have to hope it wouldn’t negatively react to what was already running through my system. Even taking all that into account, who do I ask first? There were a lot of big guys in the gym but who would have something strong enough for me to use? I was the biggest one! Well… second biggest now I suppose. There was a new guy at the gym who had only been there for four months. Just as tall as I was standing at 6’3, he came in at an unimpressive one hundred and ten pounds. He came, clearly knowing nothing about the gym but eager to learn. He always had a note book with him that he would scribble in before and after every set and would ask, or at least try to ask other bodybuilders pointers and questions about what an aspiring bodybuilder should do, usually stating something along the lines of “I don’t really care much about proportions, I just don’t want to fit in clothes anymore. I want to be a monster, a freak!” Most of the guys around the gym wouldn’t give him the time of day, the chatter in the locker room was them pretty much saying he would be gone in a week, just some unrealistic dreamer who will quit the second he realizes how hard building really is. But he didn’t quit, and I didn’t like the attitude that the other guys had. We all started somewhere, we all wanted to be bigger, and being a tall guy like me, his gains weren’t going to look too impressive for quite a while, more of our bodies to fill out and all that and some of the most vocal guys were a lucky 5’9. With smaller measurements than me but looking huge because of their height. That said, I was the first to talk to the guy, give him pointers. He said his name was Jim after introducing ourselves to one another. It took all of 5 minutes to realize that this man was EXACTLY like I was coming in, maybe knowing a little less, but he was completely driven by the same goals as me. To be a freak! Even though he was at a much lower weight class than I was and just starting, I ended up becoming his lifting partner. If anyone could guide him to be bigger, I could, and seeing as we were so similar, I didn’t mind too much that slowing down for him. He wasn’t selfish either. He was always at the gym waiting for me before I got there, and the second he got off the bench, no matter how tired he was, he would hop off and make sure to get my target weight onto the bar, he even remembered both of our weights by heart, took not when it started getting too easy for me and would up the weight at just the right amount to keep it just where I needed it to grow. A great partner all things considered. Together we both made pretty decent gains together for about two months. He started looking more defined, and I was, well… I can already feel my muscles tensing to flex. Jim however, somewhere around when month three of his membership started to explode with size and weight. By the end of the third month, he had gained eighty pounds on top of what he gained the two months prior, and this month like clockwork, gained another eighty two! It was no secret he started taking something when that third month started. Everyone in the locker room was pretty open about their steroid use, but no one knew what it was he was using and everyone wanted to know. But he never told. All the people asking him, buttering him up, admiring him, complimenting him to try to get him to tell what he was using were the very same people who not long ago were taunting the new skinny guy that he would never get any bigger and so many people were bugging him about it, I didn’t think It was right to ask him myself, not wanting to be a bother. I was just happy to see him grow! Even though he grew to be two hundred and eighty pounds, passing me up in a fraction of the time it took me to get here. Today though I would ask him. I was out of my own supply and I was desperate! And we were friends, I am sure he will understand. With a deep breath and a tinge of guilt and anxiety, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. Jim picked it up within the first two rings “Hey buddy! How are ya?” he exclaimed on the line. I could hear the sounds of clanking metal coming from his end. Was he still at the gym? “Up for a round two, or did you want to go out on the town again?” “I’m doing fine Jim thanks! I actually called for an emergency.” I said. I could hear my own shyness as the words left my mouth And Jim caught on immediately. “What’s the matter buddy? He said, sounding a little worried, I could hear him shuffling with something as he spoke. “I um… I hate asking, especially with how often the guys at the gym bother you about it now… but you wouldn’t by chance have any more of your mystery stuff would you? I forgot to restock.” “Holy cow really? But you have never done that before! Is everything ok? I know you would never have allowed that to happen under normal circumstances.” “yeah, its just work. I have been so stressed with it lately that I barely have room in my mind to remember much else other than lifting with you these days outside of it, and sleeping, and it has been particularly hellish lately” “Ah, I understand buddy. Well, for you, yeah, I can definitely share some of my ‘mystery stuff’” he said with a chuckle. “It’s not like what you are used to. It’s kind of thick going in, get a rush of warmth the second it hits your veins but it will do you good I promise. Want me to come over with a batch?” “Oh no you don’t have to, it sounds like you are still in the gym, I don’t want to stop you too long if you are in the zone” “Nah buddy I’m fine, I was just packing up anyway. I can be over in twenty minutes or so” he said. I could practically hear the smile on his face. “I’ll be over in a jiffy” Eighteen minutes later and I hear a knock on my. I hop over to the door and greet Jim who immediately smirks “I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of visit!” I had forgotten to put on some clothes in my anxiety riddled state! Well it was too late now, and we had seen each other naked in the locker room anyway so I didn’t feel that self-conscious though I still blushed a little. “Uh, sorry, just stepped out of the shower and forgot I wasn’t wearing anything. Come in, come in” Jim did just that, taking his shoes off at the door and coming with my to the freshly cleaned living room. He even commented on how he couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt nicer in my home than it did last time he was here which made me puff out my chest in pride a little that he unconsciously noticed my handiwork. We sat together on the couch and he pulled up his gym bag, setting it on the table in front of us, unzipping it and fondling around for a second before pulling out a very plain clear bottle with a white liquid inside and plain white label with the text “BT serum 04” on it and nothing else. “Well, this is my ‘mystery stuff’ as you put it” Jim said with a wink, “The strongest steroid you’ll ever find! It was made designed and created by one guy. He is pretty secretive, and people only ever hear of him from word of mouth from someone else who is already using his product” he said suddenly looking dead serious “And he has a few rules that he strictly enforces about telling other people what it is and where you got it. Break one and he will never sell to you again. So I really need you to keep this hush hush ok buddy?” “Of course!” I exclaimed in a hushed, excited voice, speaking as if the walls had ears. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I could feel myself starting to perspire; my hands were trembling pupils dilating. Jim just looked at me and smiled with a knowing expression. From what he said, he was no doubt in the same position I am in now just two months ago. He put the bottle gingerly down onto the table and wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug, calming me down somewhat. As I came to, I returned the hug, heart still beating but I felt better. “There aren’t many rules but here goes. One, he will only sell to someone he has met in person. So for a new buyer to get their hands on it, they would need to visit him. Two, he dictates the shipments. He knows how long the bottles will last, some people have tried tricking him into selling them more so they could sell it around on their own and he didn’t like that, which brings me to rule three, no reselling. And finally four, only talk about him, and the serum with someone you really trust.” “So you have to know a guy” I smirked “Yup, and that guy has to trust you. And I really trust you friend so here it is.” This made me blush, And Jim pretended not to notice so I wouldn’t feel more embarrassed. “You take it just like you take your usual stuff in the locker room. It is weird in that its nonreactive to practically everything else you put in you so you could take some now even if you have already started your latest cycle like I know you have” he smiles “you always did take your roids like clockwork” “Observant as ever Jim” “Well that’s me for you!” he said, handing me the bottle and a fresh syringe “Are you sure its ok to take so soon after another?” “You will be fine, I wouldn’t have brought it if it would hurt you” this time he was the one blushing as I took the syringe from him, holding it and the bottle like the holy grail. Before I could breathe a word, he was pulling a cleaning kit out too. As prepared as he always was. I realized though that there were no instructions, I didn’t know how much I should take. Thinking this I tilted my head like a pup in confusion and asked him. He simply replied “the whole thing” so I filled the syringe like he said and made one big injection. It was uncomfortable but not painful. I wasn’t used to so much fluid at once, but just like he said, there was a rush of heat. I was expecting it so I didn’t panic as it filled my body. When it reached my cock I felt a tingle, like I absolutely needed to jerk off and I starting getting hard then and there, completely forgetting that my friend was sitting there inches away from my naked form. My whole body felt pumped, like I worked every single muscle group on the same day! It felt amazing! I needed to- but before my hands could even reach my cock, I was already cumming, and came clear over the table, hitting the tv screen several yards away with over a dozen spurts, leaving me panting. My mind was still in a fog, from the intense feeling still coursing through my body before Jim broke the silence. “There are two times that are ideal to take this stuff. Just after you have had a heavy workout, or just before you are about to go to bed. It is up to you to decide when that time is.” He winked “And after that, I am willing to bet you are going to sleep soundly tonight! Try not to cum too much, it’s always hard to keep it in that first moment but the seller says that for this serum, its best you try to keep all of your loads in” That would explain his celibate behavior despite being what most would call a “catch” and an unapologetic tease. My hands shook with the need to masturbate and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, the full body pump I was feeling was driving me nuts, but I wanted to do this right, especially since Jim is apparently risking never getting this stuff again by sharing with me, so we hugged each other and wished one another a good night. He took his bag and headed home, while I jumped into bed, trying my hardest to go to sleep and failing for an hour or so before fatigue suddenly rushed over me. In the morning I laid in bed for a moment staring up at the ceiling. Something felt off, not bad off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The full body pup had worn off unfortunately. Thinking about it was getting me hard again and as I reached for my cock, I remembered what Jim said and reluctantly pulled my hands back to my sides. I through my legs over the bed and suddenly realization hit me. That took more effort than it normally did. No that couldn’t be right, I had only been asleep for a few hours, its impossible to have grown right? I patted my body down, looking up and down my arms, my legs and abs. something was definitely different, maybe not visible but I could feel it. I ran to my scale and sure enough it read 254. I had gained four pounds in just a few hours! “Jeez! Whatever is in that stuff is a miracle!” I yell just before my stomach let out a sound like a ravenous animal God was I hungry! I guess that mass means I am going to have to eat more if I am going to be growing like Jim now. I went straight to the kitchen and made myself a full dozen eggs and toast and whatever else took my fancy a the time something quick and filling, before me was a spread of bacon, eggs, oranges, oatmeal, my usual gainer shake and more, taking up half of the table and I tore into it like a man who hasn’t seen food in weeks, finished every bite, cleaned the multiple plates it took to set the food out… but it wasn’t enough! I was still hungry! I threw open the fridge, tossing foods into pots, into pans, boiling them, baking, searing, whatever it took to get it cooked. I wasn’t even waiting for it to cool, I didn’t feel any burning anyway, just the roar in my gut for food. My stomach was getting more and more packed, I felt as if I was going to explode but I was still starving! I went back to the fridge only to find that I had eaten literally everything that I had, including two weeks’ worth of gainer shakes I had. My stomach was a round dome and I still wanted to eat but it was time to head over to the gym and meet Jim for our morning workout. The trip to the gym couldn’t have felt longer. The full body pump was returning and there was an aching feeling building up in my loins needing release. I was shaking the whole drive there, squirming and fidgeting all the way to the door. When I stepped into the gym, eyes went wide. No one was expecting me to walk into the gym with a gut big enough to hold another person. I could hear every other word of their whispers, feel their stares, but I didn’t care. I was just ready and eager to start my workout with my friend, more so today to START my workout with the pump. The after math of this workout was going to be unreal I just knew it. Jim was the only one who didn’t look surprised. He just nodded and we went about our routine. But this time he didn’t seem to know where my weights needed to be. They felt too light. I mention this to him and he said that he put them to the same spot they were last time we did them, but he grinned and put on more weight. The same thing happened though. It was just too light to get a real work out with. It wasn’t until he had added another sixty pounds over what I lifted just a few days ago that I finally felt it. I couldn’t believe it! Overnight, I was pulling off weights I didn’t think I would be able to lift for another year or more. My stomach felt like it was on fire while we worked out. It didn’t hurt, just really warm and gurgling loudly. We worked out one machine at a time, piling on impossible weight each time, pushing and straining our muscles to their limits. I could feel it, the pump, unlike any I had ever felt creeping over each muscle group I trained. We were there for hours, completely losing track of time, so deep in the zone that the rest of the world had completely dissolved into nothingness for the both of us. It was closing time when we finally stopped. The sun had long since set and my gut had dwindled down visibly since the beginning of the day. My muscles were so tense they ached beautifully, as I walked, I felt weight that was definitely not there when I walked in this morning. Throughout the day, it seemed as if roughly half the mass in my round dome of a gut had relocated into my muscles, fueling them at an inhuman pace. Looking into the mirrors lining the gym I hadn’t even noticed that my shirt had torn along the arms and chest regions and my pants were following suit! My eyes widened and I spun my head around to look at Jim who was smiling and nodding knowingly “That’s just the tip of the iceberg buddy. Let’s see where you are in a week” And see we did. At the end of the week, when it was time to take another dose of BT serum 04, I had climbed from two hundred and fifty four pounds, to a hulking three hundred and seven pounds! I outgrew everything I owned and was now wearing what was once my covers, hastily sewn together in a kilt like fashion in a rushed attempt to clothe myself to head to the gym. When I stepped out of the door though, I saw Jim standing in my door way, apparently about to knock and stopped when he noticed that my face was what he was about to knock on. “Enjoying your serum fueled gains?” he said mockingly, as if he even needed to ask. I was loving how it felt harder to move around, how I could see my skin pulled taught over my bulging body. It was a dream come true and it was only starting. “Well, I called my supplier telling him that id vouch for you and that you were someone he could trust. He sent me over this ticket for you so you can meet him in person. From what I have told him, he thinks you will be another buyer or ‘something more’, I don’t know what he meant by that but if it’s a new serum I would go for it! He is an amazing chemist” he said, flexing and I followed suit, getting into a little flex off with my friend. We shared a laugh before continuing. “I wouldn’t mind, I’d do anything to grow!” I bellowed, throwing up a double bicep flex again. “Yeah, that’s what I told him, and he seems genuinely interested in meeting you. The flight is tomorrow. Sorry its such short notice with work and all that” “It’s not a problem! I could drop everything if it meant becoming a monster!” “Don’t I know it! He said to pack light, you can probably guess why” Jim said looking at my impromptu kilt. “Yeah, cause I won’t fit anything I pack haha.” We shared a laugh as the realization hit me while looking at the ticket. “This is really early tomorrow! I should actually be packing up and getting read now!” “Yeah, I can help with that” and he did. We packed, ate, wrestled even and went to the gym for a work out. It was intense and I was excited. Instead of heading home, he drove me to the airport. The TSA looked at me oddly wearing my strange garb and stopped me. Seeing that there was nothing dangerous being hidden other than a pulsing member, they let me through. Aside from that, everything was pretty uneventful till I got on the plane. I ended up taking two seats. No one complained though because the plane wasn’t packed and there were seats to spare. I will admit that I felt a twinge of pride at knowing I had grown so wide. The eating was a little cramped on my legs though. One of the hostesses noticed and asked if I wanted a first class seat, there were free seats and they said it was going to be along flight. I wasn’t about to say no to extra leg room, they didn’t even charge me extra, how nice of them! So I waddled up front and sat in a nice couple of seats and fell asleep just after takeoff, exhausted from my workout with Jim. When I woke up we were still flying but heard the fasten your seatbelt message alert us that we would be descending soon. The plane landed in what from my window looked like a fairly small city. Very few cars could be seen driving around. Most people seemed to prefer bikes, and scooters or small motor bikes. When I got off the plane, there was someone standing in the gate holding a sign with my name on it. He wasn’t hard to miss seeing as he was a head taller than I was, towering over everyone around him in clothing that was stretched comically tight around inhumanly bulging muscles, not that I was one to talk wearing what was essentially a loincloth. Jim did say that he called ahead and that the supplier had sent the ticket so it made since that someone was waiting for me here. I didn’t know if this was the supplier himself or someone else but I went along with the impressively large man. Considering his build, he must at least be connected with the person I was here to meet. We locked eyes for a moment, there was a look in his eye that he recognized me and he gestured for me to follow him. His face was stern and without needing to try to make small talk, I could tell he wasn’t one for talking. I felt small next to this man which was triggering some body dysmorphia disorder in me but the prospect of what I was who knows where at this point to get some miracle serum pumped into me I was starting to get excited again. I heard the man huff just as we approached a large beat up red van. I watched him squeeze into the driver’s side, holding in a chuckle and a moan. It was amazing watching someone struggling to get into this massive vehicle, and seeing how he had to hunch forward in order to fit, and how his knees were nearly shoulder height, it might as well have been a clown car. He looked over at me seeming annoyed that I wasn’t already in the passenger seat and I hurriedly hopped in and he drove us off towards the mountains that I could see in the distance. It was a long and quiet ride. He was silent the whole time, never speaking a word. Even when I tried introducing myself, all he did was grunt and look forward as he drove. We passed the mountains eventually and into what looked like a very rural area. There were fields everywhere, barns and ranches every so often. It turned form fields to forest soon and we turned right at the first cross road. I was starting to fidget a little. Getting nervous at how little I knew about my driver, how I didn’t even know what country I was in let alone anything about the area. The long silence was making my mind wonder to very horror movie-ish places until the trees parted and we entered what looked to be a very nice ranch with a big barn and silos near said barn on one of its sides. My nameless chauffer parked in front of a neatly built house and climbed out of the truck. I could feel the truck tilting to a more normal position and lifting as he got out and I followed suit as he walked towards the barn. I didn’t take two steps before he spun around putting a big, callused hand against my chest and pointed at me, then to the house. I took the hint and we parted ways. My heart was pounding on my way to the door. It the driver was any indication of what I should expect to look like I was all in. well, more all in than I was when jumped onto a plane going to an unfamiliar country to an unfamiliar man’s house, but Jim trusts him and that was enough for me. I stepped onto the sturdy porch and rang the bell. This was soon met with a deep but friendly voice calling out from inside and footstep growing closer to the front door. When It opened, I was with a 5’11 man of about two hundred and sixty pound, decently muscled, but normal. I was about to say something when I saw what must have been an eight foot tall muscular behemoth sitting on the floor cross legged in his living room, taking up the space where a couch would normally go. My eyes went wide and my mouth went suddenly dry. I could feel a familiar need welling up in me again. The behemoth hugged and looked up in my direction before the shorter man glanced at the exchange and spoke. “Careful now, this big boy can smell ‘need’ a mile away and will be all too happy to oblige you, pity most can’t handle two seconds with him and from what your friend Jimmy has said over the phone, I would hate for my pup here to break you before we every got to see just how big we can get you” “H-how big you can get me sir?” I said shaking. Whimpering at the sound of what the man said. The proof was all around him, the driver, the behemoth in his house, this man could make someone as big as he pleased, and I. Was. Standing. Right. Next. To. HIM!!! He chuckled “No need to call me sir big man, we have only just met and I have done nothing to warrant being called such. And not me big guy, I am not the one who will be making you bigger, WE are.” He gestured for me to step out of the door way and then follow him towards the barn. “You see. I may be providing you with the fuel and serum you need to grow beyond human limits, but it is still your choice rather or not you are going to do that. I am not going to force you, I never force, it needs to be YOUR decision to grow into an inhuman monster.” The more he spoke, the faster my heart beat “Your friend tells me that you encouraged him when no one else would, that is commendable. He also tells me that that like him, you don’t want to be normal, but to be, in your own words ‘a freak beyond what nature has deemed acceptable’ AND that you have grown at least fifty three pounds in just a week! That’s fast even for my mixture. With that in mind, I think you would be a perfect candidate for my newest serum. BT serum 07. You have already used number four, and you have already seen the effects of five and six respectively. I have a few test subjects for this newest serum already but its an even number and I need one more to break a tie I have been coming along with in my notes. Serum seven is my strongest mixture yet” he continued, “but I will be honest, it does come with its fair share of side effects….” I snapped out of my muscle fantasy fueled haze just long enough to ask what sort of side effects did he mean. “Memory loss mostly” he said and my shoulders slumped, of course there was a catch “loss of identity, muscular immobility, dumbing down to animalistic levels an-“ “Wait, what was that last one?” I interrupted” “Dumbing down?” “No, before that…” “Muscular immobility?” “Yeah that one! Tell me more about that one!!” “Oh well serum seven is my strongest by far, it will likely grow you even bigger than the pup you saw in my house, in every respect, height, muscular size and definition, and in the crotch region.” My eyes widened as he spoke. “Every man who has taken serum seven so far have quickly grown so much so fast that their bodies strength hasn’t caught up to their size, so they can’t lift their own limbs in order to walk or even crawl, and even if they could, their muscles have grown so thick that they barely have enough space to bend their elbows and knees more than a couple of degrees in every direction. It’s so bad that I have had to take care of them all twenty four seven since each person took their first, and they cum so much that if I don’t pump the stuff out of the barn they are in they will drown themselves! I don’t know where the matter for their growth or cum production is coming from but it’s nothing to sneeze at. And here’s the rub. I have a counter serum for all of my mixtures except for this one. No matter what I do, any mass gain comes back as soon as the person goes to sleep so I can’t undo it. Once the weight and muscle is gained, its gained, there are no do overs if we over do i-“ “I’ll do it sir!” I exclaimed, I had heard enough. What this man was calling a side effect I call dreams I didn’t dare believe could come true until today, goals I thought my heart would give out on me long before I reached them. “I can’t revers the effects if you decide you don’t like it, you will essentially be giving up you humanity if you agree to this…” he said, raising an eye brow incredulously. I fell to my knees and put my head on the ground before to show my sincerity. “Please sir. This is all I have ever wanted! I don’t care if I can’t move afterwards. I don’t care if I get dumber, I don’t care if I can’t remember left from right or how to read or anything else. If you can do what you say sir then please, please use me in whatever experiments you can think of. I will give up everything for the privilege!” The Ranch owner looked down, surprised by my actions and smiled. “Well, well. I half expected you to want to return home after me telling you the risks, several have and accepted much weaker versions of my serum because of it. I don’t blame or fault them for it but I would one day like to perfect this one and make it commercial. Your help is greatly appreciated. That said-“ He opened the door to the barn and I saw ten men lined up five on each side in the barn except they were not mearly men. The smallest of them looked like he could easily be 20 feet tall if he stood up. But none of them were standing, each and every one of them were either on their hands and knees, or laying down on their front or back, all trapped in said position by their own size, unable to move. Immobile, just as the owner had said. They were all grunting and groaning, being milked endlessly through industrial sized milking tubes while tree trunk sized dildos were plowing each of their asses from motorized machines that looked to be borrowing a semi-trucks engine to give them enough force to push past the monsters powerful mountainous butts. Not a word was spoken among them, and the driver could be seen inspecting each one, and the equipment being applied to them. My knees were turning to jelly. I dreamed of this, I NEEDED this my entire life and now I am standing on the precipice of what I thought was impossible and what reality is showing me now! The man led me to a padded platform like all the giants were on, one with a massive bar in front of it. “for support” he said, pointing to the ones who were on all fours with their chest balancing on the bar, as well as the ones on their backs with their legs being supported by the bar and it made total since to me. He pulled out a syringe filling it from a bottle that was brought to him on a medical tray by his massive ranch hand and simply asked “are you ready?” Tears filled my eyes and I nodded. My dreams was finally coming true. I got on all fours and he stuck the needle in my but, pumping out all the fluid and I groaned. Already I could feel the warmth over taking my body. Stronger than any sensation I had ever felt before. My muscles were inflating, each and every one of them felt heat like I couldn’t believe, I could feel, I could HEAR my body growing. It was unreal, it was beautiful it was, it was everything I ever wanted. I could feel the weight of my body outstripping my ability to hold it up and I became dependent on that metal bar to keep my up, my arms and legs so thick that I couldn’t move them on my own anymore, and so heavy it wouldn’t matter if I could. I was trapped here now, restrained, IMMOBILE!!! Orgasm after orgasm hit me. The floor was growing further away from me, the room was shrinking yet becoming my entire world. I moaned and groaned, thinking about everything that I just left behind on a whim. Thinking about… somewhere and someone. Someone I was pretty sure was a friend. I didn’t see them though in the room, perhaps I imagined him, and the weird place I was thinking about. That place didn’t have corners like the world did. It was too cramped for something like me…. ME, who am me… what is me name again? No, my name… mmmmmy nammmmme……. Mmmmmy………………mmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooo.

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Part Three Henri gingerly opened an eye, having been expecting to be racked by unimaginable pain which was noticeable by it's absence and as he did, he stared at a sight that seemed impossible to believe. Porthos, the man known to all who knew him as "Titan" was glowing in a purple haze, gritting his teeth and moaning like a man on his wedding night. "Oh, Henri" he moaned, "This is the moment, but I want you to see what I am able to do first!" and with that he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest and squeezed every part of him into a display of strength that reminded Henri of the first time he met him. It had been literally minutes since he had arrived in Paris and he was doing what he thought any honourable gentleman would do, defend his honour. How was he to know that the person he had bumped into whilst walking down the stairs was Athos, and the person that he had picked up a bag of coins for (for payment with a secret lover) was Aramis? So when he heard inhuman grunting coming from around a corner he instantly thought "A man is in danger" and hared around it to find Porthos, wearing nothing more than a loincloth, lifting a barrel of beer over his head to the delight of a couple of ladies. Of course he didn't know this at the time and thinking that the man was in danger of being crushed by the barrel he quickly formed a sling, made out of a handkerchief, and starting firing stones at it in an attempt to lessen the load. Such was the speed of his firing and his accuracy, that the barrel seemed to explode, dousing Porthos and did the Musketeer thank the young man? No, he challenged him to a duel, half an hour after the duel that Aramis had challenged him to which was half an hour after the duel that Athos had challenged him to, and if matters could be made any worse, they were when Henri discovered that all three of them were the other men's seconds. But it was during that duel with Athos that Henri's sense of honour came to the fore and after being interrupted by a group of Cardinal's guards, his swordplay skills were also revealed and from that moment on Henri could count on the friendship of Athos, Aramis and Porthos, and it was that friendship that led Henri to reveal, if only slowly, that Henri wanted to become stronger. "And that is why" grunted Porthos, having held the pose for the last five minutes, causing his entire body to sweat, "I went to Bavaria, to win that contest and to enable me to give you my strength and power" and with that he closed his eyes and said "Henri, do you consent?" Henri was in turmoil. Yes, he wanted to be strong, but to be strong at the cost of his friend's strength? That was asking too much, but to be as strong as the Titan. Henri swallowed hard and announced "I consent, but only until sunset tomorrow, then your strength will be your own again!" and with that Henri closed his eyes and announced "Amulet of Athelstan, I accept the Titan's strength!" No sooner had he said the words than both men screamed in agony as the tendrils of energy leapt from the Titan's body into Henri's body and as they did, anyone watching the scene would have gasped. Porthos began to shrink, his muscular body turning into almost a duplicate of Henri's just as Henri's body started to grow and as Henri grew, so the screams of agony got louder and deeper as Porthos's remained loud but increased in pitch. As if to demonstrate the new found strength surging through Henri, the chains restraining him snapped, and the clothes that he had dressed in that morning ripped asunder to reveal a man that was as tall as the Titan had been, as heavy as the Titan had been and as the tendrils started to fade covered in sweat. The first thing that the newly empowered Titan said as he recovered from the experience was a moaned "Titan!" before Henri blacked out.

Great story. The only thing is can you tell how big the guys are in pounds? By doing so it helps us realize how big they are. Thanks for writing hot stories for guys like us that are unable to do so. I could not get muscular when I was younger due to health problems. Now I can only read and dream about being huge. Thanks again

Great concept, and beautifully written! Can't wait to see more growth and much bigger stable of studs that the protagonist will inevitably catch!

Great concept. I love it. Even though I don't play the game, I like where this is going.

Very clever idea! Well written and hot, hot , HOT! Looking forward to more mf81. Congratulations !

reminds me of pokemon go! great story

Very nice concept. Well done

Yay! So happy to see this here! All the best elements of a great story (autobiography, a great McGuffin, excellent descriptions, sweet characters, and muscle muscle muscle!) Thanks for the contribution and here's to many more!

Sorry for delay - I think the next chapter almost ready.

Part Two "Oooh" moaned Henri as he started to come around, "where am I?" Henri had no idea how long he'd been out for. The last thing he could remember was talking to Porthos and placing the Titan's saddle onto Sandy but everything after that was a blank. As he slowly opened his eyes, he could see he was somewhere very dark and dingy and as he tried to sit up, he felt something preventing him from heaving himself up. What he saw sent him into a cold sweat. He was chained, which was bad enough, but he was chained to a rack. Instantly, Captain Treville's words about the most heinous torture device came flooding back to him. "The rack is a torture device" said the Captain, making sure that Henri understood every word, "consisting of a rectangular, usually wooden frame, slightly raised from the ground, with a roller at one or both ends. The victim's ankles are fastened to one roller and the wrists are chained to the other. As the interrogation progresses, a handle and ratchet mechanism attached to the top roller are used to very gradually increase the tension on the chains, inducing excruciating pain" and he said that he pulled on Henri's arms leaving the cadet in no doubt as to the pain that would be inflicted. "By means of pulleys and levers this roller could be rotated on its own axis, thus straining the ropes until the sufferer's joints were dislocated and eventually separated. Additionally, if muscle fibres are stretched excessively, they lose their ability to contract, rendering them ineffective" he continued and as Henri's recollections of the discussion faded the Captain's last words of "Henri, your mission is of such import to our enemies, that if you were ever captured you would more than likely find yourself in it's terrible embrace" and sure enough Henri was. But, Henri was a Musketeer cadet, a band of brothers just like the Musketeers themselves, and as he heard someone approach, he took a deep breath and roared "DO WHATEVER YOU WISH TO ME, CUR, I WILL NEVER BETRAY MY CONFIDENCES!" The man, Henri could tell it was a man because of his deep chuckle, seemed to take great delight in Henri's position despite not saying a word. As he came closer, but not close enough for Henri to see who it was, he pulled on the chains holding his victim and the chuckle turned into a powerful laugh before he disappeared into the darkness. Henri was now at breaking point and mustering all the strength he had pulled on the chains in a bid to escape but it was no good and as the man watched him he asked "Do you really think you can break free? Not even the Titan could!" "I may not be a Titan" grunted Henri, "but I am a Musketeer cadet" and with that continued to battle valiantly, but the only thing that seemed to be happening was that man was now breathing deeply and starting to moan. The moans seemed to get deeper the more Henri struggled until the man seemed to gasp suddenly and announce, in a slightly higher voice, "It is time" at which point Henri made out two muscular arms placing a star like pendant on his chest. Henri was about to berate his jailor for stealing a national treasure when the man spoke in his usual deep voice. "Amulet of Athelstan" he declared, "I am your victim!" Suddenly the pendant seemed to glow as bright as the sun, and as the light filled the room Henri was able to see his captor for the first time and as he did he gasped. It was Porthos, completely naked and with his eyes closed "Amulet of Athelstan" he roared "TAKE MY STRENGTH!" Tendrils of energy shot out from the amulet and wrapped themselves around Porthos's naked arms, chest and legs and as they did, the Titan's breathing seemed to change into gasps of agony "Amulet of Athelstan" he gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain, "GIVE IT TO HENRI!" and with that Henri screamed in agony.

I'm working on it. Trying to decide if I want to take it down a dark path or not.

This happened Sunday night, or I suppose early Monday morning. I wanted to capture what happened and what went through my mind. Feedback appreciated ----- As we were working on each other’s cocks with frenzied pawing, my boyfriend came before me. He took control of his own shaft, coaxing out every last little ounce of pleasure and semen, while I turned toward him and chewed on his left nipple. His chest tightened and gathered into a flex as the pleasure of his release overcame him. (Nice. I love it when I feel him flex, even if it’s unintentional) His abs fired, and his upper body lurched up an inch or two. He groaned with the teasing pangs of his orgasm. I hadn’t come yet, since we had sucked each other off that morning and it had been a long, tiring day. At this point it was really late, and after a moment of blissful drowsiness he asked if he could go clean up. I said sure. So he stood up, his still heavy cock bobbing in front of him. The body hair on his relaxed belly and just below his chest was weighted down with his cum. He leant down and grabbed a moistened wipe from the tub in his bedside table. I continued to stroke myself as he loomed over me, the light from the lamp on my side of the bed played over the peaks and valleys of his trim, athletic body. He brought the wipe down and swabbed his swollen member, and as he did, a low sigh of pleasure escaped him and his eyes closed. I don’t think he intended to put on a show for me, but it was turning out that way. He was facing squarely toward me and the light behind my head. I found myself wanting to demand that he turn 90 degrees to the right so I could see his still engorged penis in profile, the same time as his fine cyclist ass dimpled as it flexed a bit, keeping him upright while he handled the task of cleaning the saliva, lotion and trickle of semen off his dick. But this was a great angle too. He moved the wipe upwards and carefully gathered the thick and musky cum off his nicely furred belly. He looked down and shifted, pushing his belly out a bit so he could see what he was doing. As his large woodworking hands moved inward, the motion drew his chest forward and it peaked nicely. I congratulated myself for getting him interested in some weight training, because his already shapely form was showing a bit of the iron he’s been lifting lately. Of course, we had a lot of potential to build him up further. As this thought crossed my mind, I felt my dick pulse. Not quite ready to cum, but really digging the idea of hulking up my man. He had finished cleaning the cum off his belly and grabbed another moistened wipe to swab under his balls. Then he noticed my laser-eyed focus on him. By his expression I imagined he was a little self-conscious, but a little exhibitionistic as well. He knew that I could rocket out an orgasm while staring at him. But I didn’t know if this fact emboldened him or not. Then I understood why he hesitated. He brought the wipe back and around to his ass, and fanned his butt out so he could clean the drool and lube off his pucker and taint. This meant that his upper body bloomed before me, his chest and shoulders pushed forward and out in order to balance his ass and lower body leaning back. He braced his other hand on his thigh. It was beautiful to watch, though I understood why he felt awkward: who wanted to be stared at while wiping their ass? I was transfixed, even as the color rose a bit in his face. It was over all too quickly, and he returned to his normal stance, dropping the finished wipe into the trash. His eyes met mine, and the question on his face was clear: Did I want him to continue standing there and tease me with his body while I rubbed one out? But it was late, so I said, “go ahead,” knowing that he wanted to head into the bathroom and finish cleaning up. I didn’t mind continuing to wank after he left the bedroom. As he turned to leave, I was gifted the exquisite view of his shapely ass, just below his gently muscled kayaker back and crowning his thick cyclist legs. (I could write an ode to the gods of weekend athleticism while massaging all the meat and flesh of his back and lower body, and hearing him groan into the pillow in relaxed pleasure. Please, go far and push hard if it brings you home with sweat slicking down the fur on your flushed skin, and if it means you’ll want a rubdown later that night). As the mounds of his ass disappeared out the bedroom door, I clamped my eyes shut and replayed our recent exploration of each other’s bodies. Foremost in my mind was the thick and meaty shape of his cock. That flared head. That protruding channel of swollen flesh on the underside. The way he thrust his hips into my tight grip. The way his heavy balls drew in and up as he got closer and closer. The pulsing thick feel of his taint, as I fingered between his ass hole and his tightly drawn in scrotum. His hot gasping breath and ravenous kisses on my neck and throat. I worked on myself, imagining that thick cock pushing into my ass. Remembering the feeling of many previous times where he gently but firmly loosened my resistance with progressively deeper thrusts until he eventually ground his pelvis against my tailbone. It was definitely gay, as our balls definitely slapped against each other while he rutted me. I started to pant and go faster as I imagined his body, as hot as it was now, with another 10, 20, 30 pounds of muscle erupting from his neck, shoulders, back, arms and, oh god, his chest. His bright blue eyes, his thick and groomed beard, his nicely symmetrical body hair, and the fruits of his labor lifting weights based on my instructions and eating the healthy and muscle growing food I made for him. But instantly, right now, bursting from within, ramming his heavy cock into my ass and crying out in orgasm as his body flared into a creation that unified the heft of his upper body with the heavy meaty size of his legs and ass, which have always been large thanks to his lifelong cycling habit. My vigorous pumping of my cock went into overdrive as my mind struggled to imagine this beautiful man I love throwing his head back and moaning as he shot hot cum into my ass and somehow gaining 2 shirt sizes over 10 seconds. The sweat glistening on his gorgeous lightly furred skin, now rippling with taut muscle that I have ached to gift him with my imagination. I want him, this variation on my dreams grafted upon the very real man in my life. What if, just imagine, if he came walking back in from the bathroom, ready for bed, standing where he was previously cleaning himself up, and struck a pose that made his already respectable lats grow and grow. Popeye arms filling out without the spinach, hulk pecs bursting without the green rage. This last mental image set my heart thudding as my legs, butt and abs clenched and I came hard. I lay there, catching my breath and dozing into half sleep. I knew he’d back in a minute or two, and he’d look the way I remembered him: gorgeous and trim like an otter with a bit of a tummy, rather than my imagined otter-bull hybrid. I resolved to take the long way, coaching him into gaining that upper body heft, and asking for his support getting into the muscle bear shape I want for myself. He’d be game for both, and I love that about him.

Sorry, I decided to wrap this one up. Part 23 - Conclusion The police and FBI searched for Robert on charges of bio-terrorism once it became clear that he did spread a "disease" to most of a city. People had varying reactions to MF and everyone "recovered" without harmful effects, but for those who were infected longer and were able to workout and eat large quantities, they became bigger than any mainstream bodybuilder. Eventually, when there turned out to be no way to test for MF once it cleared, they were allowed to compete, but most of them were happy just living their lives with an extra 100 or 200 of muscle on and breaking previous weightlifting records with every workout. Meanwhile, other freakishly large guys from other parts of the country came out of the shadows now that they knew they were no longer so unique and scary. Maybe you've heard some of their tales. For a while, Paul snuck into the gym at night to workout and hid his already developed body as he reached and surpassed the size of Robert when they saw him last. Soon after, Paul's growth drastically slowed, which came as great relief to the doctor. Sasha, Rense, Don and Marc also continued to grow. After two months, when a couple of other guys in town had reached their size and the search for someone the size of Robert died down, they started working out together during the day. Marc was the runt of that litter, but at 320 lbs he was nothing to laugh at and he yelled encouragement louder than any of the others. Paul had reached almost 500 lbs of hard, thick, massive muscle at almost 7-feet tall, which seemed to be near the limit of his growth, since he only packed on one or two pounds in the last week. Rense and Don looked nearly the same size as Paul, like younger twin brothers from different mothers. Sasha was about 470 lbs, but several inches shorter so his slightly smaller muscles seemed to bulge just as much as Paul's. Another month later, Robert showed up at the gym, maybe an inch taller than Paul and muscles that bulged another inch or two all over more than Paul. He wore a string tank that barely covered his tan, rippling mountains of muscle and shorts that somehow fit around quads that looked twice as thick as his waist. He invited Paul and Sasha, Don and Rense, and even Marc out to a warehouse for a "wrestling and sex orgy" and he hoped they could make it, since not many people could handle him now. Everyone in the group was tempted to see Robert's body in action as he strutted out the door.

Here's hoping the formatting carries over! This is the first muscle growth story that I've written to completion in a long time and it combines quite a few of my kinks: college guys, muscle growth, macro... I hope that you enjoy it. ----- "Chug! CHUG! CHUUUG!!" Amit cheered on his roommate, a lanky 19 year-old by the name of Chris. Chris was gulping down a can of a new energy that the two college freshman had discovered a few weeks ago. Gamer Goop was an electric green substance, a slightly viscous liquid that was marketed to the gamer crowd as an alternative to Red Bull and the like. For Amit and Chris, Gamer Goop was Ambrosia - a literal godsend that helped them through class and competitive PvP sessions on Final Fantasy XIV. Drinking the stuff left both of them charged for hours, helping their focus and giving them a general feeling of euphoria. Their bodies felt swollen, alert, and prepared for whatever came at them. At the start, both of the teenagers thought how they felt after ingesting the drink was odd - but the amazing effects quickly disabused any notion of stopping consumption. After about two weeks of drinking Gamer Goop, Amit and Chris had largely stopped eating other food. While they might head to the on-campus dining hall, food just wasn't a necessity anymore. The Goop gave them the same feeling of fullness as a regular meal. It wasn't too long after losing their appetite for food that Chris and Amit noticed that their veins had changed colors. Normally, veins are a blue-ish color beneath the skin. Chris and Amit's began to change, slowly turning into a vibrant green. Chris, who was white, started to look as if neon lines criss-crossed his body; for darker skinned Amit, the color was more olive than neon. This change may have shocked and alarmed other people; not Chris and Amit. In their mind, the Goop was a godsend and it was making them better. After a while, Chris and Amit stopped going to class, instead falling into a routine that only accelerated whatever was going on with them. As their veins turned Goop green, both normally not-so-fit gamers noticed they were becoming fit. Their green veins began to prominently stand out across their bodies, long, thick tunnels of green blood pumping nutrition into every cell of their bodies. Their physiques became leaner and harder, giving both teenagers a fit and healthy look. And all without even stepping inside a gym. Going to a gym would have been difficult, however, because not long after the physical transformations began to manifest that they began to accelerate. Chris woke up one morning to find his bare feet rather cold on the account that they - along with his ankles and part of his calf - were now sticking out over the end of his bed. Groggily rising, Chris tripped as if unused to his body. Crashing to the floor woke up Amit, and shortly after helping up his roommate, Amit noticed that he was now nearly eye level with Chris. After trying to slip on his size 10 slippers and finding his heels sticking out of them, they both realized they had grown overnight - a few inches, but enough to make the sudden change feel slightly awkward. Awkwardness slowly turned into joy, and joy immediately turned into a Gamer Goop gorge session. Having bought an actual pallet of the product, Chris and Amit chugged and downed can after can of the Gamer Goop, eager to grow, eager to change. With this realization came days of little more than sleep, gaming, and growth. Three days later, their guts brimming with Gamer Goop, Amit and Chris did not look like the Chris and Amit that had started school. Thick, veiney, and pushing 6'6'', the two teens sat only in tight, white undershirts and roomy underwear. The fast changes to their physiques in both height and mass had left most of their wardrobe unwearable, though one night Chris had a fun idea. After each chugging a six-pack of the Goop, their guts slightly distended and slowly revealing a wall of abdominal muscles, they went through their clothing - shirts, socks, pants - and forcefully jammed themselves into it, ripping most things immediately. Thick quads burst pant legs, flexed bis ripped sleeves, and toes tore through too-small-socks. It was that night the two roommates first jerked off with one another, totally turned on by the ripping of clothes and show of strength neither had possessed the month before. Sitting on their shared futon, Amit and Chris furiously stroked each other's dicks, stopping now and again to tweak each other's nipples for an added thrill. Soon, both them shot massive loads of green-ish cream on to their soon-to-be six packs. Curious, Amit leaned over and gingerly licked up Chris' load, licking it up like whipped cream. Amit's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his tongue licking his lips in an effort to get any his throat had missed. "It tastes just like Goop," Amit said to Chris. He smiled and slowly licked the small crevices starting to emerge between Chris' abs. After a few moments, Amit laid back and let Chris lick up and relish his load. Smiling at each other, the thrill of sex still on their minds, they both embraced in a hug and quickly grabbed the nearest unopened can of Gamer Goop. Their transformation would not stop. After that first time, Amit and Chris' existence became a whirlwind of sex, gaming, and Goop. One night in particular was particularly creative. Amit had acquired a beer helmet, a contraption with hoses that let the wearer drink beer fixed into the helmet. Amit had other ideas, though - using two discarded 2-litre soda bottles. Filled to the brim with Goop, Amit placed the beer helmet on Chris' head and used some customized tops to seal the hoses inside the bottles. When turned upside down, the Goop with rush into the hoses and right into Chris' mouth. Both of the teens were excited for this next step in evolutionary creativity. While Goop poured into Chris' mouth and he greedily gulped it down, Amit worked Chris' dick with his mouth and tongue. The green tinge to Chris' veins had increased, and electric green veins swelled on his impressive member. Chris chugged and chugged, looking down at his friend with a look of mindless joy on his face. He could feel all of the Goop he was consuming fill his gut, bloating his mid-section. As his gut expanded, Chris could see more veins forming around his mid-section. Thick tunnels of green carrying Goop elsewhere in his body, feeding this wonderful evolution from nerd to titan. Then, a sudden but gentle shock - it felt like a push - coming from his mid-section. Then again, and then again. Along with the push, it felt as if something was being ejected from his stomach. Then it hit Chris. His body wasn't digesting the Goop anymore. It was injecting it into other parts of his body. Like a roids in a syringe, instead of Chris' body breaking down the Goop into smaller components to feed his muscles, his body had changed to directly transferring the Goop right into his musculature and skeleton, where it was dutifully absorbed. This process continually bathed Chris' body in fresh, undigested Goop and his body was assimilating it almost as quickly as he consumed it. This change wasn't lost on Amit, who could see his friend starting to visibly grow. It was much like watching a balloon inflate - Chris was simply getting bigger and bigger as time went on. If Amit didn't notice him growing, he would have noticed the increased groaning of the futon below Chris' growing ass. Amit dutifully remained on his knees, sucking and licking Chris' growing cock. It had started to leak a green precum, which Amit lapped up like water. Chris was getting closer and closer, his shaft rock hard, his mushroom-shaped head thick with Goop and blood. With one last push, his body showered his muscles in more Goop and that was it for Chris. With a load moan and a shudder, his blew a massive green load right into Amit's open and ready mouth. It was at that moment that Chris' body swelled larger, and finally the futon had also had it. With a loud CRUNCH, Chris' orgasm and increased weight broke the futon clear down the middle. The two roommates didn't even notice the damage until Amit got up and looked down at his friend, noticing the split wood and the mattress sinking down in the middle. They both laughed - it was a testament to their evolution. Amit carefully removed the beer helmet from Chris, and he suggestively wagged his thick, brown cock in front of Chris' face with a smile that said, "All right, your turn." After that night, things began to really change. After the futon broke, Chris and Amit shoved their two Twin XL beds together, providing at least a small amount of sleeping space to the growing titans. Cuddled together in a mass of skin, muscle, and cum they often awoke fairly early and without prompt ensnared each other and sucked one another's balls dry. It really wasn't even cum anymore, what was coming out of their swollen testicles. It was Goop-rich cream more potent than anything the canned product could offer. Feeding sessions lasted hours, and each others' thick cock heads were lovingly coerced into giving up more and more of the sweet, green-tinged seed. It was a pleasurable experience all around, as each warm jet of cum shot into the receiver's mouth accompanied a small orgasm for the shooter. Chris and Amit lay entwined in pleasure for hours, their bodies slowly and visibly growing and pushing the boundaries of their rapidly smaller dorm room. Eventually, the two teens' mass broke their beds but by then they were too huge for just about any furniture. Even the concrete floor had begun to shake whenever one of the behemoths moved his massive body around for comfort. Their growing mass had forced all the furniture into a cramped corner, but one night after a feeding, Chris just deftly shoved his massive foot into the desks and drawers, reducing them to scraps and giving the titans much needed room to expand. Sitting shoulder to shoulder against the wall of their room, Amit and Chris' muscular backs covered the entire width of the wall. Their tiny heads were mere inches from touching the ceiling and even with their legs bent their toes touched the opposite wall. They didn't care, though. Both titans had begun to see their transformation into an evolution into something far better than human. Amit had jokingly referred to the room as their egg, and they were almost ready to break out of it. The thought of busting through a concrete building had sent both of their dicks streaming with Goop-cum, which they gingerly licked up with their thick, strong fingers. Their cocks had become incredibly large, both shaft and balls swelling larger after each feeding. As big as they were now, Chris and Amit's personal Goop factories were still large relative to their body size. Each testicle was bigger than a large bean bag and the shaft ("Delivery Unit", as Amit liked to joke) was as thick as a tree trunk and covered in thick, green-ish veins. The titans were almost always hard. Like all days, the day of Chris and Amit's apotheosis came. It was a bit of struggle moving around. They were both now so huge that moving even an inch sent their muscle mass into a wall, floor, or ceiling. Massive, circular indentations in the floor indicated where their massive asses occupied space. Cracks had begun to form everywhere, with holes in the ceiling and the floor had also begun to noticeably sag. Finally moving into a position where they were both face-to-face, their cocks now so huge they rested firmly in between their pecs when upright, all Chris and Amit had to do was gently stroke and rub their cocks together and the Goop-Cum began to slow. They ate, and ate, and ate, never stopping, not wanting to stop ever, feeling their mass swell and consume more of the last available space. It didn't take long before Chris, in a fit of orgasm, stretched out his titanic legs and feet and simply pushed the outside-facing wall into oblivion. If the sound of a wall exploding didn't catch anyone's attention, the massive feet and musky stench did. People watched in curious horror as the teens' growing mass slowly devoured the side of the building. The floor gave way almost immediately after, sending Amit's huge ass tumbling down two stories. Laughing, orgasming, the pair continued to feed and grow until their huge, growing bodies were covered in the rubble of the destroyed dorm. Even then, they didn't stop their feeding frenzy. Goop-cum continued to pour from their cocks and they greedily sucked it all up, their bodies eventually growing larger so as to grow out of the rubble. On the site of what used to be a college dorm now lay two massive bodies, at least 50 feet in length and weighing in at several tons. Coming out of their reverie, Chris began to stand up for the first time in what felt like weeks, pushing himself up (only to feel the soft ground give way a bit as he did) and grinding more rubble under his thick, massive soles. He took in the sight of a world that was now a giant's playground - Amit's and his playground. As he stretched out an arm to help Amit up, Chris smiled and said, "Looks like our egg just burst. That kinda makes us newborns, right? Well, newborns have a lot of growing to do..."

Thank you for the continuation of my most favorite series, londonboy. It's always a pleasure to read your stories! Keep up the great work!!

Or he could you know... have a life outside the forums and be busy with it not to immediately answer your messages.

I think that having them not be as all powerful as they think they are would be good. Or maybe add an all powerful opponent for them to battle in terms of attention and worshipping, etc. ^^ Or maybe you should truly give your imagination free reign and just have them have a little discovery adventure and have them come to full grasp of what they can do. ;3

Wow! Short and sweet!