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Chapter 4: Josh sat in his room, holding the genie's bottle. He contemplated exactly what he should wish for, considering what Marc had said. He could simply wish for his party to be the best in history, but there was something so tempting about the idea of making other guys grow. He finally decided to rub the bottle. "Cutting it a bit close aren't you?" asked the genie as he materialised. "Only a minute until midnight, very nearly missed your wish for the day." "Yeah, just having trouble deciding what to wish for." Josh said. "Running out of ideas so soon?" "Hardly, more like too many ideas." laughed Josh. "Well, you'd better hurry, only 10 seconds left, or you'll be down one wish." Josh thought quickly, weighing his options, but in the end, his dick won out over his brain. "I wish I could make other guys grow." The genie smiled, and there was a part of Josh that didn't like the way he was smiling, it seemed… sinister. "Done." he said. "So I can just think about making a person grow and it'll happen how I picture it?" asked Josh. "I'm sorry." said the genie, but his smile made it seem a little insincere. "But you didn't wish for that, and it was my understanding that I get to decide how wishes happen." "What?" asked Josh "Then how does it work." "You'll have to find out tomorrow." And with that, the genie's muscular form dissipated into smoke and he returned to the bottle. Josh awoke the next day to find that he had slept well into the afternoon. "Master Hartley," came a voice from the foot of the bed, "if you don't get up now, you won’t be ready in time for the party." Josh sat up quickly, realising how late it was, and quickly climbed out of his bed realising that he was once again, naked. The voice belonged to the same butler as the day before, who smiled and turned to leave saying, "I'll leave you to get ready on your own." Remembering his wish, Josh quickly focused his mind on the butler's tight body before him. He pictured clearly in his mind the butler's tight ass expanding before him, the already huge muscles becoming bigger than his tiny underwear could handle. Nothing happened. "Grow." thought Josh. "Come on, get bigger." Still nothing happened. Josh gave the genie's bottle an experimental rub to see if he could question him, but to no avail. He eventually gave in and went to wash up. After cleaning his own incredible body, Josh put on the clothes that had been left out for him, first came a small red speedo, which barely stretched over his cock. Looking in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror, Josh saw that it closely resembled a g-string, and had to quickly look away from his own incredible ass cheeks, lest a boner rip the thin material to shreds. He crammed his massive diamond quads through the leg holes of some Hawaiian patterned board shorts that had also been left and began to admire himself again. He was struck by how similar he looked to the fitness models who competed in similar attire, though he was definitely larger. He threw his reflection a flex, watching his huge pecs swell with ease, the enormous nipples curling underneath due to the sheer volume of muscle. He was quickly reminded not to get turned on as his swelling dick slid free of the speedo, causing it so slap back onto his balls somewhat painfully. Heading downstairs, after adjusting his package of course, Josh found a trail of balloons, ribbons and party decorations which led him onto a huge ballroom. The room was magnificent, the roof was filled with black and white balloons, and the walls were mirrors from floor to the bottom of the second storey balconies. Long tables were covered in all sorts of party food and the end of the room was entirely open, leading out to a huge, glittering pool. At the centre of the ballroom stood what looked like an incredible fountain, from which poured shimmering, dark pink fruit punch. Josh was drawn to the structure and walked over to it. While admiring the vast streams of punch pouring from the fountain into a large glass dish, Josh felt a tingling in his crotch. The tingle grew into an itch, and after a matter of seconds felt like a fire, burning up and down his cock. Josh quickly whipped his dick out, and it quickly extended to its full footlong state, but underneath it, his ballsack was actually filling up as he watched. It swelled full of cum, causing Josh's jaw to drop as his sack reached the size of a basketball, and then all of a sudden the fire that Josh felt turned into ecstasy and he watched in awe as his balls contracted against his crotch and an enormous cumshot fired itself out of his dick, flying through the air and splashing gloriously into the punch bowl. "Shit!" said Josh, quickly stuffing his well endowed self back into his clothes and looking around, trying to think what to do. "Master Hartley the guests are arriving," came the butler's voice, "I recommend you come greet them." "Shit." said Josh under his breath once again, but he followed the butler to the mansion's incredible lobby. Spilling into the lobby was every single guy Josh had ever seen at his school, all in varying swimwear, and, luckily for Josh, all following the instruction of the mocked up signs in the lobby which read "Shoes, Shirt, No Service." Josh greeted various guys that he recognised, including the entire swim team that seemed to be travelling as a pack, and eventually met up with Marc who boldly wore nothing except his own school speedo. "Hey, happy birthday." said Marc, handing him a small bottle with a ribbon around the neck. "Thanks." said Josh, looking at the clear liquid inside. "It's oil" said Marc, answering the unasked question, "for your… muscles…" His voice trailed off and he began to look at his feet. (Or perhaps to check that his throbbing erection wasn't visible through his speedo, but every detail of it was clearly outlined.) "Oh, awesome." replied Josh. "I've always wanted to try this stuff." Which was sort of true, however he hadn't ever expected to be big enough to use it. Marc and Josh's conversation had brought them back to the grand ballroom, which was now filled with barely clothed, muscular bodies grinding up against each other. Thankfully Josh saw that the room was pretty much empty in the vicinity of the punch bowl. However his attention towards the refreshments seemed to draw Marc's attention. "Oh, hey punch!" he said excitedly, rushing over to the bowl before Josh could stop him, and quickly downing a small plastic cup of it. "It tastes strange." "Good strange or bad strange?" asked Josh, hesitantly watching for a reaction. "Definitely good, it's really sweet, and fruity, but there's something else that I can't put my finger on." he absentmindedly picked up another cup and downed that too. "God, I'm so thirsty all of a sudden." Halfway through his third cup of the punch, he suddenly spluttered, as though someone had punched him in the throat. He dropped the cup, and the punch splashed over the ground, and his hands clutched at his throat. "Are you ok!?" cried Josh, and the whole room's attention flew to Marc. Marc nodded, and moved his hands, or more, his hands moved outwards as his neck was rapidly thickening. His whole body began to writhe and swell before Josh's eyes. His speedo got smaller and smaller as a waist exploded around it, it fought bravely against the enormous muscular bubble butt launching outward from within, but with a sharp crack it flung off like a rubber band and slapped one of the swim team in the face. What emerged was a monster of a dick, as long and thick as Josh's own forearm, but with a mushroom head like a clenched fist at the end. Marc's body was quickly ballooning to match the swollen protrusion which was currently pressed hard into his own face. His pecs appeared around the dick, looking as though they were growing for the express purpose of caressing the thick, veiny member. His average balls were soon nothing of the sort, as they blew up quickly to the size or oranges, then grapefruits, larger and larger, until their sheer weight pulled his hefty cock from his face to point at a 45 degree angle, and his ballsack rested on the floor. His burly legs looked comical forced outwards by the huge balls, but his arms matched their angle as his new biceps were pushed out just as much by his triangular lats. Sitting atop the massive mound of muscle was Marc's head, looking stunned, surrounded by so much muscle that his back muscles were even visible if he tilted his head down even slightly. Apparently forgetting his audience, he reached his swole arms forwards and, fighting his own musculature, wrapped them around his humongous cock. He pulled it towards his body in some kind of incredible bear hug, and slid his biceps up and down the shaft. He pulled his mouth against the slit of his dick as he cried out in pleasure, and cum blasted into his mouth, down his throat and over his face, until the orgasm caused him to let go of his cock and shower the crowd in his spunk. The crowd stood amazed at the growth that had just happened, until one guy ran forward, pushing past Marc's massive form, and plunged his face into the punch. This triggered the movement of the crowd, most of which scrambled to drink any of the precious liquid before them, but some just chose to get their hands on some flesh and worship Marc's 9 foot tall frame. Josh suddenly realised how his wish must work, and smiled, tearing his swimwear off his rock hard cock with one swift movement, and making his way into the crowd before him.

Posted a few stories on Metabods ages back, figured I'd put them here to see if people like them Chapter 1: Josh Hartley sat at the kitchen table, looking at the loosely wrapped box his Dad had just handed him. It was his 18th birthday and it'd been a shitty day all round at school. Josh was younger than nearly everyone in the year so nobody really cared about 18ths anymore, and once again he'd been humiliated in gym class due to the classes switch to swimming for the summer. He was shorter than all the other guys and the Speedos provided by the school were obviously more filled out by the other guys. Returning home he'd reheated for leftovers and waited for his Dad's return from work, at which time he was given the present. It was a simple grey box with a red ribbon stuck on and a cheap card. "Are you gonna open it, son?" his Dad asked excitedly, a broad grin on his face. They weren't exactly rich so Josh wasn't really expecting much. He slid the ribbon off and opened the box. "Geez, Dad this must have cost a fortune." he gasped as he saw what looked to be a very expensive bottle of some brand of alcohol he'd never heard of. He wasn't sure what it was but the glass bottle had such fine, ornate detail over the whole surface that it clearly wasn't some cheap bottle from a liquor shop. "Don't worry about how much it costs, you only become an adult once, and it's important to me that you remember this." Before Josh could think about breaking it open to celebrate his father announced he was going to bed to be up for work in the morning. Sadly, Josh went upstairs to his room and took the bottle with him. He placed it on the bedside table and sat on the bed. Looking at the bottle he noticed a scuff on the side so he licked his thumb and tried to wipe it off. The spot wouldn't budge so he wrapped his hand with his shirt and started to rub the bottle. The bottle started to shake in his hand and with a loud bang like a gunshot, the cork flew out of the top and a dark red smoke started pouring out of the neck. Josh dropped the bottle as smoke kept blasting out and seemed to congeal on the floor . The smoke started to rise and formed into the shape of a man, first a set of beautifully sculpted, 8 pack abs with a deeply cut v leading to the pillar of smoke where legs would be, then a shelf of enormous pecs that stood out many inches above his glorious abs, with large, dark red nipples. Bulging shoulders and throbbing biceps with huge veins spread out from the muscular torso, and atop the statuesque figure sat a face of such astonishing beauty that Josh's draw actually dropped, and had his eyes not been scouring every inch of the Adonis-like figure, they would have been locked with the pitch black eyes of the smoke figure. "I am the great genie of the bottle, speak what you wish and I will make it reality." said the figure in a voice so loud and deep that the room seemed to tremble around him. Josh was almost speechless, and his mind flooded with ideas, worries and sheer shock at the godly figure that had just exploded into his bedroom. "A-anything?" he stammered out. "Some caveats may apply, you don’t need to worry about that right now." "Is it like all the stories, three wishes?" Josh asked, sill having no clue what he would wish for. "Not at all, that is a myth." said the genie sternly. "Oh." said Josh, his heart sinking. "One wish. Every day. Forever." Josh nearly fell over in shock at the news. "Holy shit, uhh, well…" he couldn't clear his mind enough to think straight so what he said just sort of slipped out without any thought of consequence. "I wish I was the hottest guy at school." "Done." said the genie, snapping his fingers, and a spark of electricity crackled between them. "You will become the sexiest man at your school, soon." "You mean I don't just change now?" he asked. "Well this is one of my caveats, I get to decide how the wish plays out, as long as you don't specify against what I want." he said, with a small smile. "Then can I wish to grow now?" "One wish every day, and all wishes are final." said the genie, again seeming pleased with his own rules. "But now, I must rest, I've been in that bottle for hundreds of years and granting wishes is exhausting." "O-Ok…" Josh started but the muscular figure had already dissipated and was refilling the bottle. He climbed into his bed and slept, expecting to wake up in the morning to this all having been a dream. School seemed to pass at half speed the next day. Josh had tried rubbing the bottle in the morning to no avail and at this point was actually starting to believe that the whole thing was just the creation of his sleep deprived brain. Sitting in the afternoon math class, Josh spoke to his closest friend Marc. Plenty of people were cordial with Josh, he wasn't that much of a social outcast, but Marc was one of the few people who wouldn't eagerly throw him in front of an oncoming bus for the chance to ascend the social food chain a little. "Did your dad get you anything cool for your birthday?" he enquired eagerly. "Uhh, yeah, some old bottle… I think it's alcohol…" His voice trailed off, he still wasn't sure if he'd dreamt the events of last night, and in the likely event that he had, he had no idea what was in the bottle. "That's cool, I guess." Marcus said somewhat awkwardly, "I know you guys aren't exactly swimming in cash." "Yeah, he really tries though, and I do appreciate it." The day was uneventful, which Josh preferred as eventful usually translated to humiliating for him. However, after math his class headed off to the locker rooms to get changed for the day's swimming class and he was once again confronted by the harsh reality of everyone seeing his distinctly under-packed Speedo. Sitting at a bench in the locker room, waiting to be called into the pool by the gym teacher, Josh did his best to conceal his body from the prying eyes around him. That was, until Liam Sterling, the most incredible looking guy in the class, and coincidentally the guy who gave Josh the most shit about his appearance, marched up to him with purpose. Liam was captain of the swim team and obviously had no qualms about displaying the slab of meat between his legs, almost obscenely in the tiny, stretched-to-the-limit Speedo. Seriously, there had to be six thick inches of clearly outlined dong crammed into that pouch and he wasn't even sporting a partial. He exemplified the perfect swimmers build, it wasn't that he was slender, but that his muscular body was sleek and looked as though it could slide through the water without generating so much as a ripple. And speaking of rippling, it was the best way to describe him, every inch of his body was curved by a rounded mass of sheer muscle, threatening to burst from his skin with every movement. His face was so good looking that you could stare for hours at the sharp jaw, the wavy, deep brown hair, and those stone cold, piercing blue eyes. All of this of course made life so much more unbearable for Josh, as he had to tolerate torment day in and day out from the one guy he wanted more than anyone else. "Jesus, Hartley do you even have a dick in there?" he asked, looking around to make sure everyone was paying attention. "You must be hung like a fucking baby." "I…" Josh started but he felt blood rushing to his face, and other places as he immediately tried to push the thoughts of Liam's body from his mind. "Fuck man! Guys he must have something there cos he's totally getting a hardon just looking at me!" Liam laughed. Josh blushed harder, thinking how it was hard not to get hard just from having Liams thick dick just inches from his faces, inches he was sure it could manage to close by itself. He became painfully away of a throbbing from his dick and looked down to see that it was clearly as hard as ever and noticeably reaching towards the roof, but it wasn't just that, it also looked large. Thicker than he remembered and pushing past the boundary of the 4 inch disappointment he was used to. It felt like more than just blood rushing to his dick, as he felt like it was on fire. The material of his swimwear began to stretch along with his dick, as he stood up awkwardly, brushing briefly against Liam but far to concentrated on the fire in his cock to care. His hand massaged his cock almost against his will as a reaction to the pain, until he realised that the burning wasn't pain at all, but an intense pleasure that burned from his dick and radiated through to the rest of his body. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" shouted Liam in his face, "ARE YOU HAVING A FUCKING TUG RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME YOU SICK FREAK?" Josh was too dazed by the pleasure clouding his brain to react, when he looked down to see that that the thin elastic of his swimwear was stretched so tightly over his cock, which was now more like a long, throbbing monster covered with veins, sitting on top of two orange sized balls, that the Speedo was pulled away from his body and the sides of said dick were clearly visible to the whole room. Jaws were dropping around the room and other guys became uncomfortably confined by their own clothing, when something entirely new started. Josh's skin looked as though thick worms were crawling underneath his skin, writhing and thickening all over him. Liam looked like he was about to pass out from shock and other guys in the room seemed equally surprised. The worms multiplied and grew, covering Josh's slender frame and thickening into broad bands of muscle, accompanied by a creaking noise which seemed to be the bones in his limbs lengthening and his shoulders pushing outwards. Large, diamond-shaped quads and sharply protruding calves supported Josh's new body, beneath the bulging Speedo, barely holding together to conceal very little of his enormous dick. His torso was framed by incredibly wide lats, tapering down to a thin waist, where a deeply cut v of muscle adorned the edges of 8 bricks of pure abdominal muscle, the tops of the highest of which were cast in shadow by the completely bulbous pectoral masses, which throbbed, swelled and contracted with even the slightest movement on Josh's behalf. Nipples that were so large they could almost fill a person's hand were spread over the peaks of the pecs and sent new signals of sensitivity to Josh's dazed mind every second. His shoulders looked like basketballs with deep cuts in the muscle stuck out on either side of him, holding the monstrous arms with incredibly large, deeply separated biceps with thick cords of veins twisting down them. He caught a glimpse of his own face in a nearby mirror and was struck by his own beauty. The squareness of the jaw he so admired in Liam was now present on his own immaculate face, leading down to a neck, nearly as thick as his head. His eyes, somehow the same shade of green, but now infinitely more eye catching below bushy, dark eyebrows to match his wavy, black hair. The whole room was silent in a stupor for what seemed like a minute, until a loud snapping noise shattered the peace to announce that Josh's now footlong monster cock had won the battle with the Speedo and was now out in the open for everyone to see, standing out proudly, curving towards the ceiling and dripping just the slightest bit of pre from the tip. In the next three seconds at least half the room came without any assistance from their hands. "What..." Josh began, and was taken aback by the deep pitch of his new voice. "What were you saying about my little dick, Liam?" "I- Er." Liam stuttered, his own hand inadvertently in his swimwear, massaging his own erection. "You were saying how you wanted to suck it, right?" Josh continued, having no idea where these words were coming from. "I don't…" "Well go on then," he said, the deep commanding tones echoing through the silent locker room, "Suck it. Right here. For everyone to watch." "Ohgodyes." blurted out Liam, as though he'd been lusting for permission, the words all blurring into one. He fell forward onto his knees and his lips wrapped around the head of Josh's python. His tongue began to work Josh's slit and even more waves of ecstasy pulsed through his muscular body. One of his hand fondled Josh's swollen balls while the other remained in his own, jizz soaked, swimwear. Josh felt his dick sliding down Liam's throat, so tight against his throbbing member, until he felt Liam's lips press against the base of his dick, and was clearly aware that this was not the older guy's first time servicing a cock. Liam's body slid back and forth for ages, as Josh wove his hands into the swim captains wavy locks and forced him onto the rod harder. Every muscle in the teen Adonis seized up, and he flexed his glutes, pushing forward as he felt himself reach climax. He felt the cum shoot though his massive rod and into the much smaller Liam. Such a sheer volume of thick, white semen was being forced into the sexy body that some spurted from his mouth and splattered the walls of the locker room. Liam slid off the end of the cock from the force of the ejaculation, and further cords of jizz slung themselves over his half naked body. Once again the watching crowd let loose their own seed. Josh flexed his powerful body as he moaned in pleasure. His face creased into a satisfied grin as his mind flooded with what lay in store, and what he could achieve with his wishes after that.

Chapter 2: Emerging from the locker room, the class found the coach looking at his watch and scowling as the guys had taken far longer than they should have changing. He glanced up at them and quickly surveyed the boys in front of him. "Jesus Christ, Sterling," he shot at Liam, "It's none of my business what you do on your own time but what the fuck are you thinking." The class looked at Liam to see that copious amounts of Josh's thick cum was still splattered across his muscular chest, and, like most of the class, his swimwear was stretched tight over a throbbing erection. "Uh, yes sir, sorry sir." Liam said and vanished back into the locker room. "And Hartley, you may be comfortable with your own body but at least attempt to cover up." Josh was taken aback. The coach didn't seem surprised by his enormous size, he didn't even seem to question that Josh had more than doubled in size since entering the lockers. In fact, Josh realised that even the twenty-something guys who had watched him hulk out hadn't so much as asked how it had happened. Still wondering about the strange ignorance of those around him, Josh went and borrowed the largest size Speedo that the school store had available, which he could barely cram his humongous cock into and showed every outline of every vein on his semi-soft member. The rest of the class continued as normal, except that Josh's newly muscle bound body carved through the water like a missile, pulsing with newfound power and crackling with the sheer energy from his growth. Most of the class remained distracted, whether watching the muscles in Josh's back contract and relax as he powered through lap after lap, or ogling him as he emerged from the pool, water dripping off the shelf of his pecs, down onto the cobblestone abs. One student was even shouted as in disbelief by the coach when he was spotted with his hand on his dick, jacking it as he stared at Josh, who threw a quick double bi his way, causing the guy to cum while the whole class and coach watched, followed by his whole head blushing a deep red as he excused himself. The class, and with it, the day, came to an end, and Josh was walking home, scantily clad in his underwear, the only clothing that was elastic enough to stretch over his thick quads. His shirt had met its fate to his broad back and basketball-like deltoids, and he had taken pride in shredding the material by flexing with gusto. Marc walked beside him as their houses were close to each other, and he was having extreme trouble watching where he was going, as his eyes were locked onto the huge package bobbing in the black briefs next to him. This didn't escape Josh's notice. "You like what you see?" he asked Marc, smirking a little and bouncing his new pecs. "How could I not?" he replied, adjusting his pants to accommodate his lengthening cock. "How about you stay over at mine tonight?" Josh offered. "R-really… I wouldn't want to… ok…" trailed off Marc. Dropping his newfound cockiness for a second Josh stopped walking and turned to his friend. "So this doesn't seem strange to you?" "What doesn't?" "Me? That I grew like that in front of everyone? That I'm 3 times the size I was this morning?" "No, I dunno, in any other case I guess it would, but with you it just seems… normal… like it was always going to happen and I don't really know why." This confirmed Josh's suspicions that his wishes made sense to everyone, which was good, he supposed, as it'd be pretty shit if he constantly had to lie or explain himself. Reaching his house, Josh led Marc inside and steered him distinctly at his bedroom, not that it particularly mattered as his father was still at work. As they passed the doorway he reached down and tore his briefs clean off, skipping the effort of sliding them down altogether His 12 inch rod of flesh sprung to attention, nearly smacking the smaller boy in the face. Marc quickly slid his shirt off, revealing a compactly muscular torso, before wrapping both of his hands around the shaft of Josh's cock, which was thicker around than the widest part of any of Marc's limbs. Marc caressed the thick meat in front of him and his mouth was drawn to the deep purple head. He could feel the heat of the blood coursing through it against his lips. He tasted the intense, overwhelming sweetness of the precum oozing steadily from it. His brain was intoxicated by the thick, sugary pre as he felt firm hands lift him, and slowly turn him over, pulling the cock from his grasp. Josh pulled the jean's off Marc's lithe frame and looked at the naked figure in front of him. His thumbs slid between the rounded cheeks of Marc's ass and he pushed his monstrous cock slowly forward, deep into the smaller boy. He heard gasps, screams and moans burst forth from below him as two thirds of his cock had slid inwards. It was as though his whole brain had been changed so that every part of his body and mind experienced the electricity pulsing through his cock. Every nerve in the beast felt thousands of times more sensitive, and he felt like he could count every cell of Marc's insides touching his skin. He places his hands on the hips in front of him and his powerful arms forced Marc's entire body forward and back, caressing every inch of his godlike dick with his ass. With each thrust inward he felt his balls slap into Marc's legs. He noticed vaguely that they had swollen as large as grapefruits, churning out more cum than he could imagine. Marc's ass clenched as Josh fucked him and the thrill it shot through his body brought him to orgasm. He felt his balls contract and cum poured into Marc's ass. The orgasm was more intense than any he'd felt before and lasted for what felt like 10 minutes. Josh could've sworn the smaller boys stomach looked stretched for the sheer volume that had been pumped into him. As his slid his huge dick out he heard Marc breathing deeply on the floor. His dick was only semi hard now, though still longer than it had ever been before his change. Marc left shortly after, walking somewhat bow legged, and Josh turned his attention to the bottle. He rubbed the lamp and once again dark red smoke congealed into the form of a godlike man. "You are satisfied, I presume?" said the genie, looking up and down Josh's naked figure. "It's perfect." said Josh, still astounded by how deep his own voice was. "So your second wish, have you decided on something?" the genie asked, as though Josh needed any prompting. "Yep, I wish I was rich." said Josh. "Really, such a simple wish." The genie looked crestfallen. "Yeah, like, set for life, mansions and manservants level." Josh said smiling. "My Dad's worked so hard for me and he really should get something back, he deserves it." "Of course." His fingers snapped once more and he vanished, so Josh went to sleep. He was exhausted from the eventful day so it took no time at all, despite his intense anticipation of the day ahead.

Chapter 3: Josh's eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. His usual view of his bedroom ceiling was obscured by the vast spread of material from an extravagant canopy bed. "Ah, you're awake." Came a voice from somewhere in his room. Josh sat up abruptly, and instinctively pulled the thin sheet he was under to cover himself, as he found he was naked. Spotting the source of the voice, however, he found modesty wasn't really an issue. Standing near the foot of his bed was an obscenely muscular man in his mid twenties, the guy looked like he'd been a gym junkie since he was in diapers. His pecs were especially enormous and the deep striations in the slabs of muscle were enough to get Josh's monster cock standing at attention. All he wore was a pair of black briefs which showed off a rather impressive bulge between his legs, and arm cuffs and a collar, like strippers wore. the tiny collar only served to accentuate the incredible chest. The man's eyes spotted Josh's hard on through the sheets, which was no great feat considering the whole bed looked tented by it. "Oh, Master, allow me." he said as though this was a regular occurrence. He climbed onto Josh's bed and pulled back the sheets, revealing Josh's massive, throbbing cock. Josh was speechless as the manservant wrapped his strong hands around the long shaft of his cock and started to expertly massage every inch. Even the hands of someone so huge couldn't quite wrap all the way around Josh's impressive girth. He wrapped his mouth over the head of Josh's cock and began to work the large, spongy mushroom of flesh with his lips in ways that Josh wouldn't have thought possible. As the man adjusted his posture to allow the cock deeper into his mouth and throat, his chest tensed up and Josh felt his cock pressed into the crevasse of the massive pecs. The manservant undulated and thrusted and Josh nearly fainted in pleasure as every inch of his newly elongated schlong was being massaged by lips, tongue, hands and pecs. As the massive pecs worked his shaft, Josh felt pressure in his swollen balls, pressed hard against the hefty abs of his new manservant. Cum rocketed out of his dick and every drop found its way down the throat of the man. Josh leaned back, supported by his beautifully sculpted arms. His heart beat fiercely beneath his own substantial chest as sweat dripped in steady streams over his pecs, dripping off his large nipples onto his eight pack where it vanished into the deeply cleaved paths between them. The manservant climbed off the bed, a substantial club-like bulge evident in his tight briefs. He gave a short bow and without saying anything he left the room. Josh just sat there, breathing deeply, staring at his still hard cock and watching it pulse from the blood pumping through it. Eventually he managed to lift himself from the bed and decided to go in search of the bathroom. Wandering the halls, unashamedly naked with his mostly soft dick hanging well over halfway to his knees, he found that his entire house had been replaced with what seemed to be a mansion. Looking out a window he saw a massive grassy lawn and silver gates across a broad driveway in the distance, putting his block at roughly the size of the entire housing area he had lived in before. He wandered around some more and found several more scantily clad butlers and servants, all of which looked as though they'd been hired straight off the stage of a Mr. Universe competition. His mother had died as a kid, and his father had never dated anyone else, but apparently being obscenely rich had helped him come out of the closet when hiring the help, unless of course it had been Josh himself who hand-picked all these studs. He eventually approached one of them who, despite being head and shoulders shorter than him, was about three times as wide as him. "Hey, man." he started, trying to play it cool but failing to keep his eyes off the deep striations in the muscles of the man's neck and shoulders. "Where's the bathroom again?" he asked, considering inviting the guy to join him in the shower. "The main bathroom is on the third floor." said the butler, smiling to himself. "But the one down this hallway and on the left has way better water pressure." he added quietly with a quick wink. "Thanks." said Josh cheerily, slapping him on the back appreciatively as he headed off in the direction of the bathroom. Reaching the bathroom he found it was an elaborate room full of marble bench tops and black and white tiles. The shower was giant and turning the jets on, Josh found the hot water blasted from almost all angles in the glass dome. The heat felt fantastic against his skin and the water seemed to pierce deep into the cuts between his muscles. His newfound strength was still unfamiliar to him and he took particular joy in flexing his biceps just to watch the water caress them. Eventually he got around to actually washing. He found great pleasure rubbing every contour of his own incredible body. He lathered soap all over his beautiful pecs and felt a new sensitivity in is nipples that warranted several minutes of stimulation. The bubbles rolling down his torso clung briefly to his eight pack before sliding down his dick, which was so long that few made it to the end before bursting. He soaped up his large, round bubble butt and explored his own ass with a few fingers, teasing his own asshole. He would have gone further if not for the pec job he'd had just minutes before. Towelling off on the cold tiles, Josh realised he hadn't brought any clothes with him. He wandered back through the halls and was lucky to find his own room. He opened his wardrobe an pulled on the expensive looking clothes he found within, black pants that clung skin-tight and showed off his muscular quads perfectly and a white shirt that he let hang a few buttons open so his chest was almost completely exposed. School was a completely new experience for Josh, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the money, the muscle or a combination of both. People didn't look down on him anymore, in fact, there was awe in their eyes when they looked at him, and on more than a few occasions, lust. The morning was a non-event, save for a somewhat awkward encounter with Marc in which both avoided mentioning the night before for fear of embarrassing the other. At lunchtime they sat together in the courtyard by the pool, still not saying much. Josh used the time to look up his own new history on his phone, which was substantially better than it had been before, now the latest model and taking significantly less time to load anything. He found out that his father had hit something of a streak of good luck. Around the time Josh was born he had won the lottery and got several million dollars, which he invested heavily until his investments had paid off so extremely that their family was now among the richest in the country. Taking a look at his own net worth, Josh realised he never actually needed to work in his life. (Nor did his grandchildren.) He also found that his father was now a globetrotting philanthropist who was currently off in Africa "ending hunger." "Hey, Marc." Josh finally said, breaking the tense silence. "If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?" Marc raised his eyebrow, Josh suddenly realises what a cliché the question was but stared him down nonetheless. "Ok, well obviously I’d want to be about as rich as you are. Being set for life would be sweet." "Of course." "I dunno, I think I'd want some sort of cool power." he kept thinking. "I'd want to be able to change how people look." "Really? Why?" "Can't you imagine how great it'd be, you could make yourself like the best looking person on Earth, proper bodybuilder size with no effort. You could be like some sort of karmic power, make the unpopular people suddenly irresistible and make assholes gain a few hundred kilos. Not to mention, nobody would ever call your dick small again. Can you imagine an orgasm from a dick as big as your entire body?" He trailed off as he saw the grin on Josh's face, mistaking it for mockery, and blushed a deep red. " I didn't…" "No, no, go on." Josh said, trying to make it clear he wasn't being an ass. "Ok then, I'd probably feel bad with those wishes and do something douchey like wishing for world peace for the last one. Why do you ask?" "Ah, nothing, just something I've been thinking about recently." "So how are the party preparations going?" asked Marc. "Party? What?" Josh replied, taken aback. "Yeah." said Marc, looking confused. "Party of the century? Your birthday? Tomorrow night? Come on man you literally invited the entire school, don't tell me you forgot." "Oh, right, that." said Josh, not at all convincingly. "Yeah I'm sure it'll be fine." The rest of the day was more of the same until gym class came and Josh found himself once again in the familiar locker room where his first wish had taken effect the day before. As he stripped he once again found the eyes of every other guy watching him. When he got to the point that all he was wearing was a pair of briefs, it was evident to everyone that he was loving the attention, as his half mast cock was obviously bulging in an obscene manner, threatening to do harm to the thinly stretched material. Josh pulled the waistband forwards, and all the onlookers' eyes nearly bulged out of their heads trying to look more closely. His thick dick, now free from the restraint of the underwear, swung quickly upward and slammed against his eight pack abs with a loud slapping noise that echoed around the silent locker room, before swinging back downwards to stand out proudly, extending a foot or more in from of Josh. He quickly surveyed all of the mostly naked bodies around him, looking for someone new to satisfy him today. His eyes fell on a guy he didn't recognise whose class was joining them in the pool today. He was tall, well over six feet, with bright green eyes, a gorgeous square jawline and brown, tousled hair. For a person of his age he was also incredibly well developed. He stood nearly as wide as he was tall. His incredibly broad back was capped by two incredibly large, round shoulders, easily as large as his head. His brawny arms framed the triangular shape of his lats which lead down to his tapered waist, where there sat an Adonis' belt so defined it looked like it could be used as handles to hold onto the guy. His diamond quads led down to round, swollen calves that looked as though they belonged to an Olympic sprinter. Josh's finely trained eyes knew that such musculature would be nearly impossible on someone of his age and he spotted evidence of large, swollen nipples atop the monstrous mounds the guy would've called pecs, though the term was hardly enough to describe the muscles, it didn't do them enough glory. Josh knew the guy must've been on roids trying to bulk up for whichever sport he played, but that only made him more attractive, this guy appreciated muscle as much as him. "Come here." he said, beckoning the boy with an outstretched finger. He looked stunned and wandered forwards, and Josh had to suppress the urge to cum just watching the muscles on him flex and extend as he walked. He had already managed to get into his swimwear before Josh had stripped and Josh saw a noticeable bulge in the crotch region in front of him. Josh slipped one finger into the speedo and pulled, snapping the garment clean off. A cock that looked like a large salami swung outwards along with his regrettably small balls. "Turn around." Said Josh smiling. The boy turned around to show off a huge muscular bubble butt, each cheek of which also seemed larger than his head, and bent over with his chest against the bench provided in the locker room. Josh placed his hand on the massive cheeks and parted them to find a tight, cleanly waxed hole that looked otherwise untouched. Josh pushed the head of his cock against the hole softly and the steady stream of pre now leaking from it quickly lubricated the whole area. Pushing his hips forward forcefully his cock entered the guys ass. He released his grip on the cheeks and felt the tight muscles contract forcefully against his dick's shaft. The guy howled in excruciating ecstasy as inch after inch of cock slid into him. Josh began to fuck aggressively, pumping his monstrous tool into the tight shaft of ass in front of him. He reached forwards, lifting the guy up to a sharper angle. He grasped the large bitch tits in his fingers, his palms cupping the amazing pectoral muscles and he massaged as he fucked the guy repeatedly. The howls became even more excited at this act, and Josh grinned widely. He suddenly felt that the guys in the room, most of whom were furiously masturbating, had taken a leaf from his book, as hand from behind him had begun to caress his own oversized chest. However, his nipples had no trace of fat around them, they were simply incredibly large. He looked down, noticing that his nipples were nearly as large as the palms of the hands worshipping them. His eyes were caught by his own magnificent body, and that, combined with the incredible pleasure of the strong muscular ass contracted around his dick caused him to blow an enormous load, deep within his paramour. As the limp form of the roided up stud slid from his dick, he remembered he had a party to organise. One which he could make infinitely more interesting and… fun… with his next wish.

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Abduction Part Eight - Finale by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8794-abduction-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9036-abduction-part-two/ Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9055-abduction-part-three/ Part Four: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9137-abduction-part-four/ Part Five: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9182-abduction-part-five/ Part Six: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9374-abduction-part-six/ Part Seven: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/9592-abduction-part-seven/ Early the next morning, the cacauphony of caws from the tropical birds woke up a powerfully built, blonde, and norse looking man. He had arrived in the middle of the night, anchored his boat out in the harbor, and then rowed a small dingy to shore, drug it up into the brush where the beach began to turn into forest and went to sleep in it. He had thought about ignoring the birds, rolling over, and going back to sleep for a little bit, but there entered another sound into his auditory cannal. "PARUMPFFF......PARUMPFFFFF....." The sound was getting closer and louder with each beat it made. Not only that, but whatever was making the noise was also beginning to cause the ground to shake. Upon the next sound and shake, the man sat up in the boat, attempting to look around, thinking about moving from where he was and leavign the dingy there, but within two more beats a large something moved in front and overhead of his position and shaded a large area greatly. Within mere seconds a pair of large hands pressed their way into the brush and then moved sideways apart, crushing and snapping all twigs, sapplings, and small trees that hid the large blonde male. To the built blonde's point of view, the shrubs suddenly parted and there behind the foliage curtain squated a giant of a man bigger than any one the muscular blonde had ever seen. This giant was easily almost three times the blonde's size, he was as muscular as the hulk, if not more so, hairy, with brilliantly glowing white-blonde hair, deep coffee colored eyes, and dark tan skin, and a cock that flaccid looked to be as thick and large as some of the palm trees and swayed back and forth like them as well, when the giant was standing as opposed to squatting down. "Greetings. My apologies if I startled you. My name is Loki. Welcome to my and my family's island." The man wasn't sure if he could ask the questions he wanted to or if he would just soon bust a load into his pants while staring at this extremely hot looking young giant. "Hi, Loki. My name is Dries. I'm trying to find two friends of mine. Perhaps you might know them." "Oh... I kind of doubt that. We don't get too many visitor's here. That's what lead me to you. I saw the boat out in the lagoon and waded out to say hello there first. When no one answered, I walked into shore and saw the small boat tracks and came here." "Well, you certainly did find me. The two guys I'm looking for are probably about six feet or so shorter than you, almost twice as tall as me. They go by the names of Julian and Terry." "Julian and Terry?! Those are my fathers' names...but they are the same height as my brothers and I are." "You're Julian & Terry's son? You have brothers? How? I mean... did they have sex with some alien women?" "NO! no no no no no no no...." and Loki collapsed onto his butt and side with laughter. "No... dad and dad had sex with each other." "But still that would only make you like ten years old?!? " "Yeah....we're apparently odd human beings number one being so tall, built, and uhmmmm hung like a whale and number two because my brothers and I reached full adulthood by the age of ten, where most don't reach adulthood until.... what is it eightteen?" "Uhmmm yeah, that's what most of them do." "Most of 'them'?" "Uhmmmm well. I'm not actually human myself, I'm a Nord'ok. On average we stand about a foot taller than most humans. Your fathers' original height I used to stand six inches to a foot and an inch taller than them at one time." "Really....well....you are a bit bigger than most of the humans dad and pa described to me, and you look pretty handsome...." "Really? Are you trying to.... WHOA!" "No trying to; I'm hitting on you, and my body is letting the both of us know, it likes yours." Suddenly Loki's cock just began to stretch out and fatten up and Dries just hopped onto it and began to ride it as it rose and bobbed. ***************************************************************************** On another side of the island and young, Polynesian man wakes up in the top of a palm tree and yet face to face with similar giant version of himself, which is pretty impossible to do as he stands 7' 2" tall and was fairly beefy. But this man... he...now he was around eighteen feet tall, with oliver colored skin, jet black hair, but deep forest greet eyes which stared at the Polynesian man with much scrutiny. "Hello.... .... Are you a regular human?" "Uhmmm.... yes." said the Polynesian man as he sat up and straddled the palm tree trunk. "Oh.... I'm a giant human." "No....I'm a giant human. Well... technically four inches short of being classified as a giant, but I'm a considerable man of size for humans. You are a colossal man." "Hahahaha.... well, giant man of diminutive size, my name is Ajay. What is yours?" "My name is Kawikani." "What's your first name?" "That is my first name." laughed Kawikani. "My last name is Onameahoolea." "I've not heard of names like that before." "You look so tan and... you live here on an island, how could you have not?" "I've not met anyone else before. We've never had any visitors. Just my two fathers and my three brothers." "Are they all the same size as you?" "Yes, exactly." "Wow..... you're..... you're like a god to me." "Hahahaha.... a god? No.... I'm not that." "Well.... it's hard to find someone who makes me look small, but you.... you're like twice my size and then some." "Is that a bad thing?" "No.... ..... it's kind of....a good thing.... depending upon what you like...." and Kawikani put out his hand and began to rub it round and round over Ajay's shoulder, down his chest, and then hanging over and cupping Ajay's nipple in his hand. "Oooooh.....uhmmmm......" There was a rustle from the bush below the palm tree and Kawikani looked down to see Ajay's ample cock ooze forward and through the brush increasing in size both length and girth. "Does the god like someone caressing his skin?" "Uh.... yeah." "And would the god like someone to strock his cock, slit, and balls?" "Uh..... hooo boy...." "And does the god have a name that his worshiper might call out as he stroked him off to spurting orgasm?" "uh....OH!" And Kawikani looked down to see Ajay's shaft bobbing in mid air and the gigantic blob of pre come dribbling slowly out the slit of its head. "Uhmmmm.....my name is Ajay. Ajay Dealmiki to be exact." *************************************************************************** On still a third side of the island, a behemoth of a man has been tracking giant foot prints since he was woken up by soft yet extremely loud foot falls at the break of dawn. The man recognizes these sound for what they are as he makes them himself. Standing and incredible 8' 11" tall and built bigger than a professional bodybuilder, the man just thinking about moving causes waves of sound to echo forth with his standing still, let alone heel to toe stomp. After walking for a number of hours he comes upon something he would describe as a base camp and after surveying the territory, walks back out and off the trail, squats down into brush tall enough to cover him, and pulls out a radio to attempt to communicate. "Capt. Brynglas to Major Payne or Colonel Sargeant, come in. Captain Brynglas to Major Payne or Colonel Sargeant, come in. I have urgent update to announce, over." Suddenly there was a large shadow looming over Captain Brynglas and he felt the backpack with the main part of the radio in it get crushed by something or maybe some one. Growling in anger on his equipment being trashed, he turned and screamed with hands clasped together to pummel the person behind him. "I AM CAPTAIN BRYNGLAS AND I AM HERE TO BRING YOU GIANT FUCKS ....AAAAAAAUUUUGH!" Brynglas' hands struck the enormous shin bones and muscle of a strawberry-blonde, black eyed, giant power lifter with a bit of a ball gut, causing some of his hand bones to be broken. Suddenly the same gigantic pinching fingers that squashed his backpack like a bug picked Captain Brynglas up by it and brought him face to face with the giant. "Who are you?" "Captain Robert Brynglas, United States Army. HUH!" "Well, Captain, what are you doing here again?" "Captain Robert Brynglas, United States Army. HUH!" "That doesn't answer my question Captai....." "Captain Robert Brynglas, United States Army. HUH!" The giant brought Robert up to his mouth and then roared. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! If you're gonna continue to do what you're doing we can do without the huh as it doesn't add any kind of affect on me nor imparts answers or information I'm trying to get from you." Captain Brynglas suddenly quivered in his crotch area and legs, but he kep his stern composure on his face. "You will get nothing but name, rank, and serial number out of me." "Well, I want to know what you are doing here, as well as why looking around mine and my parent's home seems to qualify as important information you need to share." "Captain Robert Brynglas, United States Army. WHUH-AAAAAAAAAH!" The gargantuan powerlifter merely, simply tossed Captain Brynglas high into the air and then caught him. "And I am Calum Dealmiki giant human of this island and I'd like to know what you are doing here." "I WILL NOT TELL YOU... AUWAAAAAAAH!" Calum tossed the captain again and proceed to do so several times as he made the following statement. "I know... .... ... who you are, Captain.... ... ... What I want to know is... ... ... why you are here and why... ... ... my family is worth reporting about." A stream of fluid had come out the bottom of one of Captain Brynglas' pants leg at some point and the line of wetness showed down one pants leg. He was a little shaken and stammering a bit when he began to speak, but he kept his nerve. "Captain Robert Brynglas, United States Army. You will get no information out of me and if I don't contact my people in five days, they will come here and take care of your sorry ass. They can handle one giant!" Calum began to flip Robert into the air again, cathing him between alternate hands. "There... ... ... are .... .... ....six......of us... ... ...this... ... ... size... ... ... you puny... ... ... little... ... ...man!" Upon the last catch Calum held him by the back pack and brought Robert up to his face. At that point Robert looked the giant with a very mixed expression gasping out the statement, "There are six of you?", before his eyes started to roll to the back of his head, he moaned and ooohed, convulsed, and then a larger, darker, wet spot occurred where his pants were tenting near his crotch. "Are you? ... ... ... are you orgasming over me?" Robert said nothing, looking down, breathing hard. That's when Calum flipped Robert very high in the air, caught him and then brought his face close to Robert's and bellowed, "ANSWER ME!" Robert jerked and shook, somehow surprisingly the wet spot on his crotch becoming even larger and darker than ever before and now there was no mistaking the musky smell coming off of the once behemoth captain. Robert shook again and broke down and cried...."I.... I am....Captain Robert...." "I SAID...." "NO! NO! Wait.... wait..... I am Captain Robert Brynglas, not only of the United States Army but created years ago by the United States army." "Created?" "I... I.... am a genetic clone from the genes of Robert Pershing Wadlow and some of the strongest, toughest, and powerfully built men of all time. I've primarily been a top secret, but I was brought here to see if you and your partner had returned to the Earth at this island. But.... but we only had two of you listed and you're only supposed to be around twelve feet tall... or so." "I've never been off of Earth. You must be talking about my fathers. Why are you shaking and quaking and... ... ... and... ... ... and cumming?" "I... .... I..... I'm used..... used to being..... THE biggest man. I've never seen a man so tall and powerfully built as you. I'm.... I'm used to everyone being so much shorter than me. EVEN GIANT SIZED BASKETBALL PLAYERS!" The screamed words echoed across the island and faded away before Robert continued. "I'm used to towering over everyone... ... .... to looking down upon all. But you.... you're so big.... so powerful.....so fucking.....so fucking HUNG! I'm getting so horny talking to you. And the way you can just pick me up and toss me like I was a child.. ... ... .... I feel so....angry....so.... aroused? ... ... ... I'm so confused! ... .... ... I just want to hold you.... worship you.... measure you....see how much bigger than me you are..... to marvel at you and caress you..... and..... oh......God help me! I want to be inside you and feel you inside me. I want to be your fucking twink.... you're bitch! I'm supposed to be the giant alpha male but there's no chance next to you, and thus... I want you. ... ... ... I want to be with you." By the end of Robert's confession-admission of arousal, Calum's shaft had fully risen and extended bobbing parallel to a good number of feet of land. ************************************************************************ Over the next few days the three son's got up did whatever chores giants needed to do done and left home area very early. They were spending more and more time with the gentlemen they had found, respectively, and the gentlemen were all too willing to spend time with them. These were days of exploration and comparison with body parts being measured: length around biceps, height, nipple-penis-ball size, feet and hands; strength competitions who could lift what and then calculating the equal amount to the giant boys and recalculating how much they had beaten the regular men by; volume amount and rope distance of cum shots. It seemed a number of weeks went by before they trio of young men decided to tell their fathers about the visiting men, but not out of actually wanting to simply introduce them. Each of the young men had begun to experience and increase in chest size. At first all three thought perhaps it was happening due to all the exercise they go showing off to their lovers, but as their chests kept increasing, expanding, they thought they better tell their fathers straight away. Running into home camp, they noticed each other and became somewhat frantic and thus ran up and in near panic began to cry out to their fathers. Yet their fathers' minds were on something else and so it took several shouts and hollers before Julian and Terry notice their sons need attention. Meanwhile in between each cry for their father's the boys' chests just swelled larger....and fuller.....and thicker......and broader.....and more rounded......and more square........fully and fully they grew until they nearly looked like they were going to pop. Julian and Terry discussed it for a while, while Robert, Dries, and Kawikani looked in awe and horror as Calum, Loki, and Ajay's pecs continued to blow up even fuller. Finally they came to a decision. "Well, boys." said Terry "You other dad and I have decided what is happening is that you must really like these men, and these men really like you. In fact I think it's safe to say that you all are in love with one another." At that moment the six young men blushed. "Thus what is happening to you now, is similar to what happened to us when we gave birth to our sons. Except now, my sons, are wanting to change another human being so they will have the size and be formidable enough to take the physical abuse you guys could create while making love." After that and some greetings and reintroductions of Dries to Julian & Terry, and Kawikani to everyone and Robert to everyone, Loki took Dries off to the side to talk and cuddle with him, where upon Dries promptly began to suckle on one of Loki's nipples, where upon it began to shrink down to Loki's normal tremendous size. Then Dries in punch drunk fashion began to suckle on Loki's other nipple and it two deflated to it normal, gargantuan striated and vascular size. It was shortly after this that Dries began to hold his sides and roll around on the ground. Loki and everyone wondered what was going on but they soon found out. With beads of sweat dripping off his body, causing his hair to become plastered to his frame, Dries balls suddenly began to swell and grow, inflate and expand, first one and then the other, and they just kept expanding as though a hose was connected to them filling them with testosterone and spunk. Loki knelt down at Dries side wondering what he could or should do but then suddenly Dries balls gave a mighty contraction and on that contraction Dries' hands and feet just exaggerately extended to larger size. Shortly after with each contration his legs and arms, then torso, then neck and head, all began to lengthen is size as his feet and hands pushed out farther and farther carving ruts into the sand or ground leaving behind sloped trenches that got deeper and deeper. Trees became uprooted and broken in half, rocks and small boulders were pushed into great heaps. Then the ground began to give way and slightly crack underneath Dries' mighty form for muscle was now packing on his frame at an incredible and awe horrifying way. More and more his muscles twitched and popped, flexed and relaxed, swelled and grew, over and over again. Riverlets of veins criss -cross his entire being, score marks of striations defined the shape and curvature of each and every muscle, while every muscle grew to make it even more difficult to move, yet in a back position , simply lying down, it began to lift up his legs, his groin, his back, his arms, from all lying flat upon the ground. When all was said and done, Dries stood up and his new giant boyfriend was suddenly only crotch high to him. Dries extended his arms back and roared as his cock suddenly sprang in arousal becoming impossibly thick and incredibly long. There might have been some cause for concern, some form of protest, but Dries quickly began chanting the same mantra the boys had done numerous days ago: "Our race must be preserved." Soon he kneeled down and Loki impaled himself as best as he could on Dries prick, followed by the rest of the family Loki into Calum, Calum into Ajay, Ajay into Terry, Terry into Julian, Julian into Dries. The great daisy chain was formed again and each and everyone was pumping as best as they could while the scent of testosterone filled the entire home land area. Within moments everyone rocked back jettosing an extreme blast of spoo into the ass of lover or family member and then everyone began to stretch and broaden and grow and inflate become hairier and stronger and fuller and larger.... With that the tall and lumbering Kawikani approached his lover, Ajay, and discovered he now only came up the middle of Ajay's calf. Robert stood there in awe and wonder as well as arousal over the new size of his lover, Calum and the rest of his family. But something seemed to keep Robert in his place. He couldn't make himself walk forward and although he didn't understand why, he felt calm and secure in the decision that he was supposed to wait. Meanwhile Ajay sat in a position that made it easier to hold Kawikani and for Kawikani to climb over or rest in parts of him. It didn't take long for the pair to notice that the massive chest of Ajay was still proportionately distended, over-thick, and if he bounced them made sloshing sounds. Kawikani made short work of drinking in all the man milk that Ajay had produced and it had the same massively muscular and height affect on him as it had on Dries. But Kawikani stretched out even farther and broader and thicker and harder and defined and taller and stronger that any of the Dealmiki family were now and he kept growing. Growling and howling like some wild animal pent up in a cage, Kawikani swelled up to such proportions and such size one would think he was turning into a valcano god from the legends of his Polynesian heritage. When all was done the tables were now turned; all of the Dealmiki family stood only as tall as about half-way up Kawikani's calves, while poor Captain Robert Brynglas came up to Kawikani's ankles, if he was lucky. But that didn't stay the same way for long. Within minutes Kawikani lied down, practically destroying the family homestead with his colossal size, and Ajay walked over and began to stroke and lick Kawi's monsterous cock as best as he could. Another few minutes and Kawi blew a river sized stream of cum all over Ajay's body, which absorbed it almost instantly and gave Ajay the largest belly his torso ever had. In turn he blew and unprecedented sizeable load into Dries, who blew into Loki, who blew into Calum, who blew into Julian, who blew into Terry, who blew back into the mouth of Kawikani. Robert nearly blew a load for each man as he watched them all grow and grow and grow and their shoulders, hands, knees, and feet suddenly began to dig into the earth and carve ruts here, push stones there, dam up small creeks, flatten hundreds of year old palm trees. There... before him... now stood seven men that looked like the statue of Rhodes only with Hercules' features. Calum could bare see him on the ground, but he managed to reach his gargantuan hand and scoop Robert up, along with some rocks, trees, and sand, and deposited him on his abdomen just below his protuding pecs which were still heavy and swollen with milk. Robert didn't have to really climb. Calums pecs still swollen with muscle and growth milk had rolled his pecs so massively that his nipples were just shy of pointing straight down. Robert had problems at first, attempting to hold onto the massive granite outcropping that was Calum's nipple, but Robert endured using his what once was considered massive paws and impossible strength to hold onto and milk the giant nipple. It was somewhat difficult for an average person, if you could call Robert that, to drink all the milk that Calum was giving him, but Robert persevered. A few sucks and his stomach became distended like some great off season bodybuilder. He'd rest for a few minutes before a series of three sudden hiccoughs came out and his stomach went back to being a smooth, cut, six or eight back. Robert continued to drink this way, over and over again until he got both of Calum's pecs down to impressive and impossible normal size. Robert stumbled round as though drunk. Heaving forward as though sick. A misstep sent him over the side and off of the gigantic Calum, but it mattered not. While fallen in midair he hiccoughed twice and with that his balls suddenly blew up to damn near Calum's size. He landed with a slight bounce on them not enough to do any damage but enough cause a little pain. With that he alternated between ball growth, penis growth, and body growth. Another hiccough and his balls inflated more. Hiccough- and his dick oozed out fatter, thicker, and harder. Hiccough- his limbs stretched and extended. Hiccough - his muscles inflated, swelled, defined, became denser, Over and over again it happened. The Dealmikis watched as he grew and grew, egging him on, playing with their cocks, until Robert soon matched their size and then within a few short hiccoughs he was large enough to begin to push them and still he grew! Once done every one stood up and looked in awe at Robert. Up and Up and Up and out and Out and OUT! Despite all their recent growth the entire Dealmiki family, both new and old just barely came up to Robert's toes. Robert turned around to get his bearings, noticing that the active volcano on this island now only came up to just over his shoulders. His cock immediately sprang to life and he threw his hands and arms backwards, tightening his chest, upper arms, forearms, abs and legs as best he could, screamed and loudly proclaimed "YOU HAVE MADE ME A GOD!" The phrase echoed for a bit and the entire Dealmiki family all came and spooed on the spot. But then there was a weird look that came over Robert's face, and he began to try and scan the ground as best he could. The expression became more and more anxious. "I..... I..... am a god, but I will not rule alone. I need.... I need my love. I need him to be my size. I need his family with me.... oh....uh..... oh....." Despite the amount of times he came in the last few minutes, he whacked and jacked and blew a most extraordinary load all over the ground. This was absorved completely by Calum who then suddenly grew up out of nowhere as though he were a plant seed on instant growth formula or was a cartoon pill that one just added water too. This sence repeated itself as Calum then jacked off and the spunk was absorbed by Kawikani who then spooed for Ajay who grew and then spewed for Dries, who then spurted for Loki who swelled up and out and splooged for Julian, who squirted for Terry, who after his growth shad-a-wad back to Robert. The men stood there in a stupor for quite some time, when suddenly one of the boy thought and spoke up. "Where is Cotton? Cotton has missed all this glorious growth! GRRRRRRRRRRRR" Shortly after the last set of growth spurts, Cotton had arrived with a blonde gentleman with ice blue eyes, who stood only shoulder high to him and was stumbling and sweating profusely. There was a pale blue tint to his skin and he had a tattoo kind of birthmark similar in design to what all the Dealmiki's had, except his was a snowflake. Setting the shorter man down he ran to the fire that had nearly been extinguished by either shifting sand or the actual feet of his now towering, god like brothers. Creating another fire he began to shout and take palm leaves to make a canpoy over the fire and then remove it attempting to create smoke signals. "Dads! Dads! Loki-Calum-Ajay!" It took the others a while to notice but they finally began to realize some object bug sized to them was trying to get their attention, maybe make contact. Thus Julian decided to squat and lay down on the island and around the volcano as best he could putting his eye near the spot where the smoke was coming from. He smiled once his eyes adjusted at trying to look at something near microscopic. "Cotton! My eighteen foot tall yet microscopic son. We have become huge. We can not hear you where our heads are. Come walk into my ear and shout to me what you're trying to say and tell me where you have been the last few weeks." Cotton did as he was told and began to explain what had happened to him. "Dad a few nights ago I was walking on the farther shore of the island and I saw the brilliant blue star crash down almost in the exact center. I ran to it to see what it was, what it looked like and it actually turned out to be a space ship. But it didn't land correctly and it crashed. The pilot was hurt, but not too badly and I began to care for him. He is man like us, well like you used to be and I am, nearly our size. As I was taking care of him we talked of so many things and told me how you and dad came to his world and he fell in love with your looks and size. He says he's a prince of another world. Blizcard is his name and renounces his title to come here and live after seeing you and dad. And.... well.... we laughed and told stories and enjoyed our time together and....I think we're in love." "That seems to be reoccurring theme on our island, boy. As you can see we have three new members to the family. You have three new brother-in-laws and they have had a profound affect upon us all." "So Calum, Ajay, and Loki have taken them on as husbands?" "I believe that is what intent is. They have certainly acted like the family so far." "Then I am very happy for them, but I fear it may not be so for me. Although I have healed his physical wounds, there still seems to be something happening to him. Everyday he becomes weaker and weaker, he has a fever that won't break and he becomes paler and paler. I also fear there is something wrong with me as well, perhaps catching something from Blizcard because my pecs have swollen to such a tremendous size I can barely move my arms or head" "You pecs are to provide muscle and height and cock growth for your lover. That's why they blew up so full and sound full of fluid when you walk. But I.....ahhhh...... I...... oh...... I think the family will have to be connected before and addition can be made." "What?" "Terry, Calum, Ajay, Loki, one or a couple of you, make a large crater in the ground near the smoke. Cotton, you will need to put Blizcard into the crater once done and then get out of there quickly. I believe your milk will not only make you mates, but will cure him as well. He's originally from a planet full of ice giants and I don't think this tropical weather is doing him well, but OOOOHoooooooooooooooooooooooh. We need to take care of something first." Cotton's brothers took care of digging the crater while Julian stood up with Cotton in his ear and then tipped his head over to Terry after motioning for him to cup his hands together. As soon as this was done, Julian then blew a huge wad into Terry's hands which caused Terry to blow into his hands followed by Calum, Robert, Ajay, Kawikani, Loki and Dries. Cotton lay there sputtering and spitting, swimming around in so much spunk but then it began to receed and fade away and he felt his body begin to soar and stretch, blow up and inflate, widen and thicken, harden and grow. He soon was doll size in his fathers hands, then baby size, then child size, then he hopped out and grew into pre-teen, teenage, and finally equal sized adult. He stumbled and swayed, trying to get used to his new height after such fast growth, plus the size of his muscles which were even more enormous in density and size than he and his family were just moments before. Terry grabbed him and spun him around to face the crater his brothers dug that Blizcard now lay in and gave him a firm but polite sounding command. "Squeeze your pecs, Cotton. Squeeze them!" Cotton did so and it took only seconds for milky fluid to come streaming out like a giant sized water fall and fill the giant-hand dug basin which his lover lie in. Within two squirts it seemed as though it would be deep enough to already to begin to drown Blizcard but then the former prince began to stretch and broaden, grow and thicken, his already giant and mighty frame compared to Earthlings became even more muscular, more dense, now hairy, hugely balled, a cock that was growing out almost infinitely. Farther and father he stretch, larger and larger he grew. The ground beneath him began to cave and crumble. His feet rested upon the volcano and soon began to move it, shoving it over its own crater and causing it to seal itself up. He soon grew so big that Cotton at his new size was being lifted by either his legs or arms, then rolling over and resting on Blizcard's torso. The veins, the striation, the bulges, the mounds, the pops, the rocks, the feet, the hands, the hair, the balls, the cock.... growing and growing into God like status and going past into a Titan. When all was said and done, Blizcard was now a normal human pale that had been taned. Sweat wasn't dripping off of him as fast as it had been earlier and was now just enough to give him a sexy sheen highlighting every single mound and bulge of his muscular frame. When he stood tall, his lover and lover's family just barely came one-fourth of the way up his thigh. The poor poor volcano that had been shifted at its original height just barely came to the top of his knee His hair was now a platinum blonde with ice-nearly white-blue eyes and he picked up Cotton in his hand and placed him down in front of his cock. In an instant Cottom was sucking and his shlong sprung to erection straight out from his body which Robert latched onto followed by Calum latching on to his, Kawikani onto Calums, Ajay onto Kawikani's, Loki onto Kawikani's, Dries onto Loki's, Terry onto Dries', Julian onto Terry's and back round to Blizcard onto Julian's. Gigantic muscle titans surrounding the whole perimeter of the island, each looking like they were sucking on something longer and heftier than a fire hose that full of water and its pressure. Eventually that pressure would actually release and fill everyone's stomach until it became exceptionally round, hard, bulbous, and yet carrying the familiar grid pattern of carved abs. With that everyone save Blizcard exploded in growth and size growing to the point their bodies moved inland, moved into the water, grew off the edge of the shore, their shoulders rising higher than the trees. Their arms lengthening to accomodate the girth of their upper and fore arms which threatened to lock their elbows in and now made them look almost a little like gorillas. Their biceps easily becoming larger than their head. Their traps, shoulders, back, and chest threatening to pinch of their neck which rose higher and higher just enough to keep their heads safe from being pinched. They stood and waddled their legs nearly become locked from the size of their tear drop thighs, and the freakish thigh biceps, not mention the pulsing giant heart shaped claves that tried to make the tights look small, as well as a hamstring now so taught and tight it threatened to snap. Their body hair curved this way and that forming to the shape of the muscle area it covered, just enough to make the bulge and shape stand out but not hide or obscure the definition. The hair also glimmered with highlights in the sun's glow and swayed on them in the tropical breeze. Their nipples stuck out just a titch beyond their feathery hair and underneath veins rose up feet high on the top of their skin while lines of striation made long semi deep grooves across the body and deep cavernous crevices formed the lines that defined their uber jacked muscles so well. On top of their colossal thighs rested their bold, beautiful, godly ampled balls large enough so that each one individually nearly filled one of the giants' own hand and released a tsunami force of spunk that would fill the grand canyon. That coming out of a hose that was damn near half as long as their own body, that bobbed and swayed when erect about three-forths the way down their legs. The inner workings of their groin and abdomen muscles able to pull it up just slightly or parrallel to the ground when the abs were crunched and bunched. The weight of these three things would make them aroused and horny about 90% of their time. They stood up, leaving elongated craters for foot prints. One small shift and the island rumbled and quaked. The once grand volcano was a midgit to them now and they were so tall they could see the whole of the island and wonder if all ten of them could find comfort and sleeping there. With all the growing and cumming that had taken place, one would think that everyone would be completely exhausted but soon the boys and their new husbands complained of being hungry and so they all sat as best they could and jacked and feed off of one another. Not too long after that the boys and their mates not only became hornier than hell, but also went through the same ritual that their fathers went through to produce them. Julian and Terry smile watching the young men. Eventually Terry got up and began to walk out into the ocean. "Terry," called out Julian, "What are you doing?" "We're going to need to leave this island, hon. Our four boys have just gotten married and just all of themselves and our son-in-laws pregnant. If they grow bigger like our boys did, imagine how that will be with twenty-six of us fucking giant muscle titans." To which everyone replied, "That idea makes me horny." Standing ankle deep in the lagoon, Terry turn to look out to the sea he was walking into when suddenly it began to bubble and froth. "What's that?" There appeared suddenly a fleet of submarines followed by a few carriers and other military ships. A voice rang clear over a loudspeaker. "This is Colonel Sargeant. Captain Brynglas you are offically reported as GOOD GOD!" "Robert," called out Calum. "I think those ships are for you and us." "I don't think we have to worry about them, boys. C'mon, everyone in the pool." And one by one every joined Terry for a walk into the sea. This began to create large currents that the boats and subs couldn't navigate against. The Colonel tried to bark out orders and have various weapons fired, but the tow created by the giants caused several ships to sink, subs to collide, it raised the tide level a bit and swept the ships and subs out over the island, and then when the giants were far enough, left them all on dry land. Suddenly Terry stopped and began to bob up and down on his feet and began to chuckle loudly. "What's so funny, Dad," "I'm flat footed, Ajay. and could have been so for some time. The water just barely comes up to the top of our shoulders. WE'RE TALLER THAN THE SEA!" And he raised his tan hairy bulbuous arms and performed a bodybuilding victory pose, making him look like Neptune coming out of the ocean himself. "Where are we going to head to Dad?" "I figure we ought to head to our hometown, let the parents know we're alright, they've got grandkids, will soon have great-grandkids, and that a muuuuuuuuch larger guesthouse with ubersized quilts are gonna have to be built to accomodate us." and Terry began to laugh. "Dad?" "Yes, Cotton?" "Can we swing by the North Pole first, as a honey moon gift to Blizcard so he won't feel so homesick with all of this change?" "Ha ha! Why not?! I don't think it's going to be that big of a detour for the likes of us." And the giants walked the sea, hoping they were heading into the right direction. One small thing did attract Julian's eye and looked at it and addressed it as the boat moved under his chin. "Major Payne. Glad to see you're not hurt, but are trying to follow us as a beacon for the army?" "No... no, sir. I'm here on my own accord." "Own accord. Four of these strapping young men...." "Extra large, supersized, uber, titan god-like strapping young men...." "Yes.....they are your sons correct?" "Yes...why?" "Well....I.....they look very mature for...what it was only ten years you escaped and were take from us." "Yes that's about right, and?" "So it took them only ten years to grow into adulthood?" "Yes....and?" "And did I hear correctly every single one of your boys and their mates are now pregnant?" "Yes....where are you going with this Major?" "Well....I..... that is......would it be all right if I hung out with you guys for ten years and see if any of your grandkids would take a fancy to me?" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Julian laughed and laughed, picked up Major Paynes boat, held it by his ear until he heard the motor turn off, and then placed it on his head and continued his walk with his family.

Part 2: Alex swam for hours, through the thick cum. His new incredibly muscular body did not tire however. Eventually he spotted some sort of landmass in the distance, and just a few more strokes of his powerful arms propelled him to it. Sliding his body out of the ocean of cum, Alex was able to admire himself for the first time since his growth. He flexed his magnificent arms, watching his biceps pop out from his skin, each significantly larger than his head. He had no frame of reference for how big he really was, all he knew was that before the room disappeared. All he knew was that at that time he had filled the room, meaning he had been at least 3 or 4 times as large as before all his size changes, and at least as many times wide. He looked down at his torso and saw his pecs. His mouth watered as he saw the incredible swollen muscles, each standing at least a foot out from his chest. He reached up his hands to feel his abs, as his larger than life pecs made it impossible for him to see them. Starting at the base of his dick he ran his hands upwards over his smooth skin, wrapped tight around the protruding muscles. Two, four, he felt his belly button, six, eight, a grin spread across his face, he had never even considered an eight pack possible on himself, then his smile faded as his jaw dropped, ten… twelve, and then his hands met his enormous chest shelf. A twelve pack. He counted again in disbelief. Then twice more. He felt each muscle individually, still reeling. Each felt to him like a brick, but must be several times larger, and jutted so far from his stomach that his large, masculine fingers couldn’t be forced all the way between the muscle to touch the skin between. These huge muscles could well be larger than his head had been before, but compared to his pecs, still must leave him with an incredibly tapered waist. Thinking about his pecs, Alex's hands found their way up there again, and, well out of his eyesight, found swollen nipples, incredibly sensitive and plump, pointing down underneath his incredible chest. He massaged them gently, and their incredible sensitivity sent thrills down his cock. His cock. He looked down, having forgotten about the elongated appendage in his exploration of his upper body. There, framed by his diamond quads and large, bulging calves, was a huge ballsack. Comparatively smaller than before, it no longer scraped the ground, but instead dangled to a point just below his knees, and had he been the size of his normal body, each nut would have been the size of a beach ball, which meant they were in fact much larger. Alex's head suddenly filled with visions of his balls putting yoga balls to shame, zorb balls even, visions of bodybuilders worshipping even one nut that was larger than their entire body. This caused even more demand for attention from his dick, which soft, was slung over the massive balls and hung well past the sack, nearly dragging the massive head on the ground beneath him. Even soft it was as thick around as his new, impossibly large biceps. This place he was in must be some kind of special magic, though Alex, because there was no way there was enough blood pumping through even this colossal body to raise this mammoth of a dick to a full erection. And yet, as he watched, the bulbous extension to his gargantuan form rose steadily upward. The flesh bulged outward like some parody of the beginning of a balloon animal. It stretched to the sides, reaching a width of almost three quarters of his waist, and continued its way forward, head arching skyward, until it reached its full length, which was easily as large as his whole body was tall. In what was perhaps some remnant of the cookie's effects, Alex felt his already huge ass grow into even larger globes of pure muscle, rivalling the balls in front of him. Standing there, admiring his own beautiful, curved member, Alex heard a voice from below him. "Oh my!" said the voice from somewhere near Alex's leg. "Such extreme beauty." Alex forced his eyes away from his own body long enough to see the owner of the voice was a meek, lithe individual, covered in tight muscle, but standing no taller than his own knee, with mousey brown hair and pale brown eyes. "You're perfect!" said the man, who grabbed at Alex's hand and pulled him into the dense woods in front of them. "Wait, where are we going?" asked Alex, strangely finding himself compelled to follow the man. He marvelled at his own voice which had dropped by several octaves from what he was used to. The smaller man didn't answer, but after a few minutes they arrived in a clearing of sorts. In the clearing were four other men. It seemed he wasn't the only one who had found food that caused growth, for while they were all dwarfed by his incredible stature, their bodies were all grown in incredible ways. The man with the mousey brown hair that had led him joined the crowd, and had by far the most normal body, simply muscled like an Olympic swimmer. Two twins with hair so blonde it was almost platinum stood near him, each coming up to the shoulders of the mousey man. They were thin, but between their legs swung enormous appendages, each as large as their legs. Upon seeing Alex, these swung upwards and erect, were clearly longer than the guys were tall. There was another man, this one ever so slightly taller than the others, whose dick, while small in comparison with anyone in the clearing, was large and thick, and hung forward over a magnificent set of egg sized balls. His skin was a beautiful golden tan colour and his hair was equally as golden. His stomach bulged outward with muscle, but no abs were clear to see beneath the thin covering of golden fur. His pecs however were larger proportionally than any Alex had ever seen, hanging off of him like comical balloons, each bigger than his entire muscular abdomen, with huge dark brown nipples dangling forwards from underneath the mounds of muscle. The last man was much smaller, though very well hung. He had pale white skin and jet black hair, and his body was one to worship. Like a cross between a fitness model and an aesthetic bodybuilder, every muscle was sculpted to divine perfection. His chest was beautiful in every sense of the word, striations appearing with the slightest of movements and large silver dollar nipples that made Alex drool. Framing these pecs were boulder-like shoulders and biceps like overinflated footballs. Below them sat a 12 pack of abs, each protruding inches from his toned stomach. Diamond quads were supported by teardrop calves and in the centre of everything was a dick so well proportioned that, had his own not recently reached titanic sizes, Alex would have envied. "Ah, I see you bought a guest." said the last man, "And just in time, we're about to begin the caucus race." "The what?" asked Alex. "Don't worry, all you need to know is that everyone wins in a caucus race." he replied with a wide grin. At the end of his words, everyone moved all at once. Alex couldn't keep track of all of them as their small forms darted around him. He felt an occasional poke and prod, then all of a sudden felt a great pull. Dark black bindings made from some kind of silk had been wound around his body without his knowing, and as the men pulled, he felt his muscular arms pinned together behind his back and he fell to his knees as they too were forced together. Alex felt several things at once. The twins had made their way behind him and were tag teaming his ass with their considerable endowments. Even with Alex's incredible size, the two cocks working side by side were pushing his limits. At the same time they each worshipped one of Alex's enormous, globular ass cheeks, faces pressed deeply into the flesh and arms stroking the striations in the muscles. The man with the incredible pecs had found himself straddled over Alex's monstrous cock, his face flat against the mushroom head as he licked and kissed at every inch he could reach. His whole body undulated against Alex's dick and Alex could feel his huge, meaty pecs flexing as they worked his massive shaft. The small man that had led Alex to the clearing had a foothold amongst Alex's abs, which provided more than enough room to stand, and was worshipping his pecs. His whole body pressed into the deep crevasse between the absurdly large slabs of muscle. Alex could feel the drool pouring from his mouth as he lapped at the muscles. One of his hands reached out to grip Alex's massive nipple, which sent shivers through Alex's bound form. The man who looked like a model had climbed his way up Alex. He had a foot on either collarbone and pushed his cock into Alex's mouth. He thrust his dick back and forth and as he did so, his incredible body pressed against Alex's face and his biceps flexed against the cheeks he clung to. With every thrust, his dick seemed to grow. Swelling quickly it soon filled Alex's mouth and was pushing its way down his throat. He could feel the expanding meat, now reaching halfway down his throat, though for some reason he didn't feel like he was choking or struggling for air. For the longest time, Alex was helpless on his knees, in incredible ecstasy. His ass was being worked so beautifully that the pain and pleasure were inseparable. His dick had reached full mast, and copious amounts of precum poured from the tip, lathering every foot of the monster, making him question just how the golden-skinned man managed to keep his grip. His whole chest felt like it was being electrocuted by the sheer pleasure emanating from his nipples and the precum dripping through his insides seemed to be causing all the feeling to be amplified. All at once, in a single synchronous event, all the men came. Cum blasted up Alex's ass from the twin dicks, all over his torso and cock from the two men mounting him and blasted in bucket loads down his throat into his stomach. His own cock throbbed with power and his engorged balls gave a lurch. Several huge loads of cum rocketed upwards into the air, raining down onto the orgy and covering Alex completely. Alex's senses were dulled. Once again he felt lost in cum. He briefly remembered feeling the dicks pull out of his body, but when he eventually managed to wipe the cum from his face and recover his vision, he found all the men had vanished, and his bindings had mysteriously come loose, leaving him alone in the clearing. Again, feeling bewildered, Alex set off into the forest, his massive dick bobbing proudly before him, cum still dripping steadily from the tip.

I had gotten up early as I always did to head to the gym. The sun wasn’t up yet but the sky was a slowly brightening shade of crimson and there were barely any clouds in the sky. The air was still cool from the now waning night. I yawned and stretched myself out of bed. As I did this the metal of the frame groaned as if in relief, creaking as my three hundred and sixty four pound body slid off of it. I needed to support myself by pushing off of my knees to help myself get up, I really was getting pretty heavy. I loved it. I just wish my friend was around to celebrate my growth with me. I haven’t seen him since his trip to my steroid supplier. Knowing him, he probably took the experimental serum offer that I turned down. It was tempting to take, growing into a huge monster like we both wanted, but the side effects were just too much for me. I wasn’t sure if I could leave everything behind… even my humanity. The serum I am on now works wonders on its own, still sometimes I feel that familiar curiosity take hold of “what if I did take the offer? How big would I be now, and would we be growing side by side in that giant barn of the Trainers?” I could feel myself getting hard at the thought. Growing into a massive beast of burden without a care in the world, finally achieving our dreams of unnaturally huge immobile muscled growth. I started to pant heavily, and my hands found their way down my jock as if they had a mind of their own. “Anything to grow” we always told each other. Maybe that’s why I had been pushing myself so hard in the gym lately, even harder than usual. I felt like without my buddy there with me, I had to work out hard enough for both of us. For whatever reason though, my growth tapered off around three hundred and forty pounds. I have really had to work hard, comparatively speaking to before, to get to my current weight. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was eating correctly, and surely eating enough to fuel more growth, but the growth wasn’t coming. Still, I was the biggest guy in the gym now with my friend gone which was a little bitter sweet. The guys there who once mocked the old little me had long stopped trying to get my growth secret out of me and had been possessed with a desire to admire and worship the big guy in the room. I did outweigh most of them by around a hundred pounds but I just wasn’t interested. There was a sea of both men and women wanting my attention or just wanting to see me take my overstretched shirts off, but my thoughts always returned to my missing buddy. That was about when I first encountered a couple of new friends. I spotted them in the reflection of the mirror in front of the incline bench while I was lifting. A group of three pretty small guys. None were quite as tall as I was but those lithe bodies reminded me at once what I had worked so hard to leave behind. The intensity of my reps never changed, nor did my form, but I continued to watch them. The looked timid, looking around as if they were suddenly on a complete foreign world where nothing familiar resided. The other guys at the gym didn’t help them feel any more welcome; not so subtly sneering as they approached, making snide comments or not even acknowledging their existence. I could practically hear my brow furrowing. I set the weight back into its position on the bench and took the weights off of the bar, putting them back where I got them. When I finished, I could see the three friends from earlier walking towards the door, heads hanging low and looking defeated as the guys ridiculed them for even stepping in. I walk towards them with purpose, my footsteps landing heavily on the ground. The jokes and comments stopped when I glared at a group of them as I passed and called out to the three friends just as one of their hands were reaching for the door. “Hey! Don’t leave yet, you haven’t even had a tour of the place! My name is Jim by the way. What’s all of yours?” I said to them smiling warmly down at them. They paused, I could see the intimidation on their faces but I was used to it being as big as I was. They all looked at one another, incredulous at my upbeat tone. I understood of course, all of the other big guys at the gym had been nothing but unkind, why would they believe that the biggest of them would be any different? Man, if they only knew! “Don’t worry, not everyone here is as big a jerk as those guys are.” I said warmly, holding out my hand to them invitingly. “I saw you guys come in while I was working on a set over there” Gesturing towards the back of the gym where the heaviest weights were. “Saw you through the mirror” “Erm.. a thanks but we don’t seem to really fit in here…” the smallest one said, looking behind me and watching the other builders lifting their weights to the symphony of grunts and clanking metal. “Yeah, we would love to grow, but it will be hard enough without having to deal with them every day we come. We will just look for another gym” “Oh don’t mind them! They treated me the same when I first got here and look at me now!” I flexed, throwing both of my arms up and making my bicep peek. I could see their eyes widening and loved the sound of them sucking air through their teeth. The attention, the silent praise, I loved every second of it, and now that I had their attention… “Now I am the biggest guy here and half of them have begged just to be my spotter, some even offered me blow jobs if I said yeah.” The knowledge I could get other bodybuilders to want to worship me was hot but they would never compare to my buddy “But I never would have gotten this body if there wasn’t a nice guy around who showed me the ropes. He doesn’t work out here anymore, but I feel like paying it forward you know? If you’ll let me, I would love to do the same for you guys.” They looked at each other again. It was pretty clear they didn’t believe me and their eyes practically screamed “this is a trap” so without another word, I pulled out my wallet. I hadn’t been this huge for long and my ID still had my old picture and stats on them, so I pulled it out and handed it to them. Their jaws dropped. I just grinned as they passed it back and forth among one another, looking up at me then back to the ID. “HOLY CRAP you weighed less than I do!” “Were you starving?” another said looking up at me “Haha no, lets just say a diet of slim jims and instant noodles wasn’t the most substantial meal choice one could have. But I spent most of my time either on my computer or at school telling myself that I didn’t have time to fix a proper meal back then.” The tension was all but gone. We shared a few laughs and they were all looking notably more relaxed. After chatting with one another for a little longer, I realized that I didn’t know any of their names! I had introduced myself but then we started talking and I never got theirs. So I asked. The shortest of them introduced himself as Alex. He had dark, short, perpetually messy hair no matter how hard he seemed to try to keep it neat, and the other two were two identical blond twins named James and Ben. “It’s nice to meet you all! Sorry I didn’t ask earlier, that was pretty rude of me..” “Nah, it’s cool man.” Ben said smiling at me “Sure thing.” And I did just that. I showed them the weight room and where all of the benches and machines were, and told them that we could come back to them later and I could show them the ropes on how to use all of them. I showed them the locker room where people were understandably changing, showering, flexing in the posing area that the gym had built in practicing for competitions or just admiring their own hard work. Alex looked uncomfortable, half hiding behind his friends when we walked into that area and avoided looking at the mirrors I noticed. I knew that on his face, knew exactly what he was feeling. He wasn’t happy with how he looked, didn’t like his size and thin frame. I knew how it felt, and could feel something in me well up, like I HAD to help him feel that boost of confidence that he came into this place to seek out, the pride in one’s form. I looked in the mirror and thought I saw my friend, but it was just my reflection staring back at me from the other side of the mirror… wearing the same face he was when we spoke for the very first time. I smiled, just as Ben and James started posing in the mirror too, laughing at each other and commenting on how one day they would grow huge muscled twins. I laughed with them and said id loved to see that happen just before leading them back out and continuing the tour. I showed them the cardio area. The stuff in here was pretty straight forward and they already knew how to use it all, so we all went back to the weight room. I showed them around the weight room again, recapping all I had introduced to them earlier, showing them how to use each on, warning them against just dumping weight on and trying to lift it without first finding out where their limits were. I told them what each machine was for and proper form. We talked about dumbbells and the many varieties of exercises we could do with them. They told me about their goals, naming their favorite bodybuilders and how they would love bodies like that. Seeing them as super heroes of sorts before realizing that it was getting late and it was time to go home. We exchanged numbers and said we would meet up again the next day and went our separate ways. The next day, we met up at the gym again. I saw them when they walked in and they sought me out. As soon as I finished my set, I scribbled down the weight I was curling, how many reps, and how it felt before during and after like I usually did while they all started themselves. We talked with one another while we in between going from one machine to another, setting the weights and so on before becoming completely focused the seconds our hands touched the metal bar. We would work to failure, switch with our spotters and they would do the same. I had to slow down with them around but I didn’t mind, and something about this felt nostalgic and put me in a pretty good mood. I wanted to tell them about the Trainer but I didn’t have another ticket to hand out. I tried emailing the guy but he danced around the question being pretty cryptic about it saying stuff like “it won’t be necessary soon” Which was weird but I didn’t press it. I just wish I could share the gains I have with these guys too. We had been hanging around each other for about a year since we met and ended up telling them about the Trainer anyway after they swore they would never tell. And I believed them. We had all become inseparable since that first day and they had all grown impressively serum or no. I was proud of them, and they were all proud of themselves. One day while we were working out at the gym, we sparked a conversation about what our fantasy goals were. Not that we hadn’t had this talk a million times in the past, but this one seem different somehow. We walked into the gym and all walked to the back where the heavy weights were and began working our chests. We reached a point where we were all comfortable talking while working out, keeping track of our form and reps throughout our conversation. Ben and James were chugging their pre workout shakes while we warmed up our muscles for the exercises ahead when Alex asked after catching my eye in the mirror “So Jim you are already pretty huge! What are your ultimate goals, really, like if you didn’t have a limit to how big you could get?” I finished gulping my own shake and wiped my mouth before answering, belching just as I opened my mouth to respond “You mean from more steroids like we are using now?” I leaned in lowering my voice “Or do you mean from more serum?” “Yeah with serum. You haven’t seem to have been growing like you used to even though you really want to get huge… you have been jokingly saying you might take up the Trainers offer if it came up again” “He just wants to be a giant muscle beast along with his buddy” James chimed in. “Growing along each other, widening lats, thickening necks, muscles growing so massive that you both become immobile, helplessly huge” Ben added in a teasing sing song voice. They weren’t entirely wrong. They all knew how much I missed my first gym buddy. The guy who introduced me to how to lift and the first person I introduced to the Trainer. I think the combination of me fantasizing about how huge he must be right now growing under the personal guidance of that man and my growing frustration with my size was making me really want to make it a reality, to just let everything go and grow into a massive freak. Odd that I still have body image problems at just shy of four hundred pound. My body may have grown but I guess I never out grew the feeling of being too small I had when I first walked into the gym almost a year and a half ago… Body dysmorphia disorder is a stubborn little tarte. “Mmmmff! Stop it you two, you know how talk like that gets me! And it’s hard to bench press with one hand while I’m jerking off with the other.” Fidgeting a little, not realizing my hand was already down my shorts. “Doesn’t seem to be stopping you know.” Alex teased with a wink, nodding towards my crotch bringing my attention to what I was doing. “Uhg, see!” I pulled my hand rapidly out from my pants, blushing red as a tomato. “Well what about you guys? If you could change one thing about yourselves, what would it be? “Hmm” Alex said, biting his lower lip. The brothers fell into contemplation too. Obviously we all wanted more muscle but of the four of us, I was definitely the one who wanted it the most. “I think I would be hairier” Alex finally said, breaking the silence between us. “I am only five feet and nine inches so even though I way just as much as Ben and James, I look a lot thicker than they do” God I was envious of that. True I was bigger than Alex in size weight and proportion but I had to use Serum and steroids to do it! Eating enough to feed a family every day. Wanting to a massive freak of muscle and being so tall at the same time kind of makes that harder, or at least feel harder. I had to have MUCH thicker muscles than my friends did just to look bigger because they had more space to occupy. So Alex at 5’9 ballooned out faster than anyone else. I felt envious of him, but proud and happy at the same time, elated that I could help someone else grow like I did. Ben snorted and threw up his arms, flexing from one pose to another “Nah, I DEFINITELY look thicker than you man!” James rolled his eyes, smirking and sighing “Here we go again” just before Alex rolled his head over his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, sliding off of his bench and walking up to the nearby mirror beside Ben and mimicked his posing. They went from pose after pose, losing each other and themselves in the motions. The feeling of their own muscles brought to tension in had become as hypnotic to them as it was for me, as it became for anyone who pours their blood and sweat into that beautiful thing known as the pump! I sat back, watching them as they flexed as hard as they could, not so much competing against one another anymore as they were seeing if they could make each new pose more impressive than the last, and it had not gone unnoticed to the other gym goers. A crowd was forming just behind us. I was so focused on Ben and Alex that I didn’t notice their approach, even with the mirror just in front of me. The guys were taking time out of their own workouts to watch. Some were walking up to join in the impromptu competition between my two buddies. It was close between the lot of them. Ben and Alex had gone from skin and bone practically competition ready bodybuilders in just a year, working out hard and eating like starved maniacs! But it worked. God did it work, and their unwavering dedication in the gym and outside of it was having its effects on everyone else. The whole gym, once a pretty hostile place to new comers was becoming a more and more welcoming place. The guys, after seeing the likes of me and these three rise from zero to hero in such a short amount of time, and the biggest guy, first my first friend, then me helping them was rubbing off on them too. Someone always welcomed the new men and women who walked in, showed them the ropes, helped them get situated in a plan then proceeded to guide them. The membership in the gym just kept growing and growing, the staff didn’t even have to try to convince new people to want to be here, they just came all on their own learning of the atmosphere of the place from a friend or neighbor. As a result, the place was more packed with muscle than an IFBB stage, and so was the surrounding town! Every other person it seemed to be bodybuilding in town now, so much so that the place was becoming known for having more bodybuilders per capita than anywhere else in the world, kind of made me proud to be a part of it. After nearly half an hour of this everyone started to calm down and return to their own routine, talking amongst themselves over who was bigger than whom and we did the same, deciding to talk while we lifted and promising not to let ourselves get distracted again. While we lifted we talked through ringing of metal and choir of grunts about our desires. Alex reiterating that he would like to be hairier. “But not just normal hairy. I want it to be practically fur. Like a trail leading from my crotch to my chest. Ya know, something fuzzy to lay on” Blushing as me mentioned it “Never liked how smooth I am naturally. It feels as if I skipped that part of puberty! I don’t even grow a beard!” Alex said, blushing. Or at least I think it was blushing. Just in case I took a tighter grip on the bar as he lifted it. “Yeah I could see that” James said while watching his brothers form as he bench pressed “Me? I think I’d want a bigger package” “Who doesn’t” I chuckled “Nah man, Im talking about weirdly huge! Like the way you want to have larger than life muscle. I think id want a package that matched the size of my growing body ya know?” “Yeah I could see that I guess” I said “What about you Ben? You have been unusually quiet. Get tuckered out after your little flex out with Alex?” “As if! Little guy could barely keep up with me” He said through a playful smile. Alex just smirked as he pushed through his last rep and we switch places. “I think I’d just like being more attractive…” “What? Are you calling me ugly?” his brother teased “’Course! You’ve got a face only a mother could love.” We all broke out laughing. When Ben caught his breath he continued. “No I mean magnetic, like I’ve got an aura about me” “You pretty much have that as it is buddy.” I said, pushing though my first couple of reps, gritting my teeth unconsciously from the effort “Your big, but not so big guys are intimidated so much they are afraid to approach you. It feels like you get a number every time we go out” “Heh, true…. But it’s not every guy in the room” He winked “Hah, like you could handle that many men! Sounds like someone wants to die of exhaustion!” I said laughing. “This coming from the same guy who wants to be so heavily muscled he can’t fit through his bedroom door?” he retorted “Fair enough” I said. And that was the general tone for the rest of our workout. It even continued when we walked out and sat down at Ben and James’s place to eat. Those two are pretty good cooks. On and on, getting more and more to our intimate fantasies and desires, bits and pieces we hadn’t even shared with each other before. I feel we are closer for it. No one was shamed for their desires or insecurities, we all have them after all. We spoke of the conflicting mixture of remorse for not taking up the Trainer on his offer to test his new serum, but joy that I have for sharing it with my friend and mentor, and getting to meet the three of them. Alex’s envy of my body hair and wanting it to be out of the norm, as well as the twins. It seemed like whatever our wish, we wished for it to be extraordinary. Mine was at least fairly possible with guys like the Trainer around, as was Ben’s fantasies for the same reason, the other two I wasn’t so sure of though. At the end of our meal and an impromptu movie night together, we all said our goodbye’s, shared a few bear hugs, and headed home for bed. When I got home, I immediately stripped and walked in front of a mirror. I flexed for a while, seamlessly flowing from one pose to another. My biceps were peaking, my abs were rippling hills, my lats were wide as a hang glider, my thighs and calves were thick as tree trunk, so much so that it made it difficult to walk like a normal person and instead forced me to move in a sort of awkward waddle that I had simply learned to live with, even my forearms and neck were thick and powerful. Pausing and biting my lip. “It still isn’t big enough…” were the words that crept from between my lips in an inaudible whisper, like the words had willed themselves into being on their own volition. I continued to flex halfheartedly, obsessing over the memory of the conversation me and my buddies had today. We all wanted more from ourselves, some aspect of masculinity that we simply weren’t satisfied with. Something that we not only wanted to enhance, but wanted to be well beyond the realms of what is the physical norm, enhanced to the level that we aren’t considered normal anymore, even indecent to look at in mainstream society. I smiled and paused in my flexing, shaking my meaty butt in the mirror making me feel sexy all the way to the shower to clean up before bed. In the bathroom I turned on the hot water and stepped in, lathering up my body and relishing in the sensation of my sliding up each muscle, cresting over the peak before sliding down the other side. I did this for each muscle, progressing purposefully slowly over each and every rolling hill of steel hard flesh. My broad shoulders were sore after today so I spent time caressing them, feeling each portion of my deltoids, kneading them under my meaty, callused hands. It felt so wonderful running the warm water over it, feeling the suds building up on my body. I worked down to my bicep, moaning as I flexed it and felt the great bulk in my hands, its size, its density. I quivered as I ran my hand down to my tricep, thick and broad in its own right, filling out my arm. I loved how tight the sleeve of shirts felt around them when I dressed myself, always threatening to rip and tear from just everyday motions. Even my forearms were the very soul of size! Broad, vascular, powerful, like every other part of my body. Next I gave this same attention to my other arm and came to my pecs, my huge bulging pecs made it a little difficult to see my own feet without bending over to see them, the nipples pointing downward from the pectorals filling out in size, something I would never tire of seeing, or feeling. Both of my callused and powerful hands worked their way up to my pectorals, pressing against the giant mountains of flesh. I flexed against them reflexively and moaned again feeling the impressive power born from hard work, eating, serum and the dreams of a tall scrawny guy who wanted to be of freakish proportion and proud of it. I was getting hard as the water ran down my body. A respectable size on its own, veiny and pulsing, begging for attention… but my muscles begged so much louder! The feeling of hands caressing my body, feeling me up, inspecting me like a piece of meat, reminding me just how big I have become has become far more pleasurable to me than touching my cock. In fact I often cum hands free now from just the feeling of someone, anyone squeezing my pecs. My legs quivered as my hands pressed down on those meaty slabs again, like jello trying to support my weight. I had the thought that maybe I should sit down and take a bath rather than a shower. With that thought, I turned off the shower head and reached for the bubble bath, mixing it into the rising warm water. The suds were pleasant smelling and thick, like clouds hovering in my tub. I sat down in the water, and as I did, the water level rapidly rose. My shoulders were sliding along the sides of my porcelain surface as I lowered myself. Unfortunately as I had grown larger, my poor tube had grown to be a tighter and tighter fit. This was unfortunate because I absolutely LOVE bubble baths! I only reluctantly switched to showers because of how tight a fit my tub was. No space be damn today though, I was GOING to have my bubble bath! As I got as comfortable as I could in the bath, comically squeezing myself into it I let myself go and fell into a deep sense of relaxation. I sighed heavily, letting all the tensions of the day go, all of my muscles warming up and loosening under the sweet balm of the soapy water. I closed my eyes and let myself drift into near sleep in the water, letting my mind wonder where ever it would. As the bubbles slowly floated across the water like clouds on a gently breeze, my mind was again returning to all me and my friends had talked about. I thought about Alex desire for body hair, I imagined a thick forest of fur on his chest, sitting proudly on his now well defined pectorals and trailing gracefully down towards his crotch. Hair on his shoulders, arms and legs, even on the knuckles on his hands and feet. I Thought about what he would do if he ever found a way to get this miraculous level of body fur. Images flashed in my mind of him laying down, sprawled out on a rug and me laying my face against his fuzzy chest, smiling as he pets my head. I didn’t care that he was nearly a foot shorter than I was, it would feel nice to have that sort of attention. I thought about Ben and his desire for a larger cock, testicles and libido. Not that his libido was lacking, far from it. But he wanted more. He wanted to have inhuman levels of testosterone flowing through his system, wanted to be able to lay with a guy for days on end without ever needing to rest, wanted to be able to ejaculate dozens of times a day with each load enough to fill a bowl! He mentioned the kind of proportions he would like. He wanted his testicles to be large as soccer balls and be able to lay his forearm against his manhood and his manhood to be both longer and thicker. Once he grew large enough that he could no longer penetrate anyone anymore he wouldn’t care as long as his unnatural size could be shown off and admired. “You guys can put me on a leash if I ever become that much of a freak and parade me around town if you like. Hell, I might even beg for it!” were just some of his words. He loves attention, loves showing off, loves to tease and make both happy and aroused by his actions. The feeling I have for my muscles and feeling their weight is what he wants to have out of such a growth, even if it more or less makes his cock worthless and unusable. It’s not about using it for him, it’s about showing it off, being something someone else can play with and admire. In fact, the juxtaposition of having a massive cock like every man wants, but having it so big that it is pointless for sex makes him even more aroused. Then there is his brother James. He wanted something a little different. He wanted to be more attractive, but not in just in the since one would imagine. Like his brother, he is very good looking, and has the kind of personality that draws your attention and makes you want to get to know him, share a drink and hang out with, but he wanted to be attractive on a chemical level too. Something primal like you see in nature, pheromones that makes you lose control. He wanted something that would make drunk from, something that when he entered the room, he filled it with his presence rather you were aware of it or not and reduce every guy present into overly aroused beasts. Inevitably my thoughts returned to my own body… large as it was, it could be larger. It could always be larger. I wondered too, how big my friend must be by now. He has been under the direct care of the Trainer for around a year now, and if he was still doing what he propositioned me for, there was no telling the kind of size a man could have at this point. I knew of course that he wouldn’t be the same. He would be lucky if he still remembered his own name which is why I turned him down but… I always wondered… what if I said yes? Would I be as big as he is now? Probably not, the serum, though miraculous increases size based on what it had to work with when you started it. Since he was bigger than me I was when I started using it on top of it being the Trainers strongest experimental cocktail… GODS he must be a monster by now! I wanted to keep my intelligence true but I think maybe it would have been OK if we did it together let it all go side by side, grow into real live hyper muscled, hyper endowed forerunners in the world of size! But the night was only getting later, and I needed to get ready for bed. I couldn’t sit here and contemplate the “what ifs” that my insatiably size hungry mind had to offer. I climbed myself out of the tub, having to awkwardly roll myself onto the floor to accomplish it and stood back up, unplugging the drain and drying myself off lazily, again working over my body a little more than was actually necessary to dry off and walked, naked towards my bedroom. On my way to the bed, I could feel my feet getting sluggish, like there was something more to be done and they were trying to turn me back to finish whatever it was I neglected to accomplish during the day. I let my feet direct my path and I found myself walking back out of my bedroom and to my desk where my computer sat quiet and cold. The bath may have been over, but my thoughts had followed me out of the bathroom. I don’t think I will be able to sleep if I don’t at least check to see if I can find something that can help me and my friends with the transformations we desire. I had the Trainer of course but what about them? We have been growing for a year together, been through a lot in a short time, shared much… I wanted to give them more So down I sat on the simple chair in front of my desk, eliciting a long groan from the chair taking on my weight in protest. As my body settled in the seat and the groans of the chair beneath me stopped I hopped onto the internet and started searching. At first I started with simple key words, body hair enhancements, pheromones, penis enlargement, things that we had talked about together and got bout as much as I expected. There were a handful of things about body hair enhancement but not much, a doctor here and there who had experimented with it with mixed results and one or two actually seemed pretty promising, but too expensive to be in our range to buy the sort of thick hair he was going for. I looked up more and more. I looked up supplements that might work, increases in testosterone perhaps? Some of what he was taking now already involved that and though he got a little hairier, it was nowhere near at the sort of level I knew he was looking for. Alex wanted really dense man fur, the kind only a few men are blessed with. I saw magic pills or lotions here and there, not unlike what you would come to expect from all the penis pill ads or spam mail that seems to find you even when you never touch a site that might link you to them which I just ignored them and continued on, not wanting to waste what time I had before I absolutely needed to get to sleep. I got even less than I thought I would looking for pheromones. As I looked, I found brief descriptions of the human pheromone that we supposedly have and react to without realizing it, having to do somehow with our immune systems lots of things that to me sounded like mumbo jumbo and some things that were again some sort of pill or powder, that sounded like pure science fiction, vaguely scientific sounding with little proof to try to trick you into thinking that whatever product was more legitimate than it actually was to get you to buy their “lab tested test proven” secret ingredient that would never be mentioned to you. And if that wasn’t the case then It was mostly talking about something in the animal kingdom that was not applicable to humans. I was just about to head to bed when a banner on one of the dozens sites I had open caught my eye. There was a simple yet familiar logo on it that was ringing a bell for me. There was a Double helix followed by a sort of hexagonal symbol with lines leading off of it to other full or broken hexagonal shapes, the sort of thing that makes you think about a diagram of a chemical compound. I didn’t know why so I stopped and looked at it for a while, wracking my brain as to where I had seen it before. I had seen it a few times before, just some unassuming banner with not much on it except for that logo and a couple of tiny lines of text. It was simple and didn’t grab my attention so I paid it no mind up until now. Even noticing that this was the same symbol something else was clawing its way to the surface of my memory. I had seen this symbol before, in the real world, not just on web sites, somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where exactly. So I thought about places I go to frequently, which is pretty much the gym, the post office to pick up my serum in my PO box, the grocery store and to the guys house every so often. I thought as hard as I could but the memory wasn’t coming to me. If it wasn’t AT one of these places, maybe… I thought about the paths I would take on my way to and from my frequent haunts and it gnawed at me more than before. Clearly I was on the right track but it wasn’t quite close enough. Then I remembered a few months back when there was construction on the road between my house and the post office that forced me to take a detour that brought me near the outskirts of the little town I lived in, to an area I never really went because nothing I needed or that interested me was in that part of town. I drove past a construction site with this very symbol on it. I thought maybe I was mistaken but I had to pass it a lot until the roads were done being repaved so I had plenty of memories of seeing it in passing and at red lights. At first I thought it was going to be some kind of warehouse but it ended up being some sort of research center or something, for what I didn’t know and never bothered to check until now. Looking at the banners closely I saw a series of symbols that wouldn’t mean much to most, may even have been written off as a scam to the unenlightened. But to me they were the labels of various series of serum… SERUM!!!!!!!!!!!!! The trainer was making the stuff public and he was setting up a location right here in my own home town! And from the looks of the research center, he was going to be sporting a lot more than his ranch would have been able to offer. I went to their website and it was there, every serum the Trainer ever talked to me about and more. There were things for bodily growth and shrinkage, libido, full body hair growth and targeted, production EVERYTHING you could think of and it was coming to town! My hands started to shake, my heart was racing. The talk on the website made it sound as if it would be affordable too. Places for test subjects who would get experimental agents for free to test the results. Knowing the trainer he has something to undo any changes in case things go wrong. Well at least if it wasn’t his last batch of serum I suppose but still. I would definitely have to look more into this in the morning and tell the guys all about it when I wake up in the morning. Something tells me tomorrow is going to be a long and interesting day. To be continued

...soon.

Part 1: Alex sat on the grass by the river, his back against a thick tree trunk, the shade of it protecting his tanned skin from the harsh sunlight of the afternoon. He vaguely regretted wearing full length jeans on a day like today, glancing enviously at his older brother, who lay asleep in the sun, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black gym shorts. It was a shame, Alex thought, that such a beautiful 8 pack and pecs would soon be burned and red. As he sat, thinking about how bored he was, some movement caught Alex's attention from the corner of his eye. As he quickly looked in its direction, something white quickly shot out of sight into the forest by the river. "What the hell." Alex said, quickly getting to his feet and hurrying in the direction of the movement, leaving his slowly cooking brother behind. Entering the dense forest, Alex looked around him, and after a moment, caught another glimpse of white disappearing behind a tree. Rushing forward Alex rounded the tree to see what he was chasing was a man. And not just any man, he was incredible looking. His lithe body was dense with muscle, large but in a strangely compact way. His skin was palest white and he wore nothing but incredibly tight underwear that cupped his round, muscular ass, revealing every detail. His back was broad and had deep striations through the muscles. His lats formed a large V and his round delts perfectly framed his body. Alex saw all this in just seconds, as the man quickly vanished into the thick woods once again. "Wait!" he yelled into the empty forest, but there was no reply. He quickly pursued him once more, but as he reached the point where he had lost sight of the man in the white underwear, he looked around and couldn't see anything. He took a step forward and his stomach flipped over as he found no ground beneath his foot. In an instant he was surrounded by pitch black. He was falling deep within the Earth, nearly losing consciousness. For what seemed like hours he fell further and further below the ground. All of a sudden the ground flew up beneath Alex and he slammed into it with great force. Alex lay there for a minute, feeling the cold marble of the floor against his face. Getting to his feet, Alex took in his surroundings. The ground was black and white marble in a strange, curving pattern, and on every inch of the walls were doors, of all shapes and sizes. Turning around, Alex once again saw the muscular back of the pale man disappear, this time through one of the many doors. Hurrying, Alex pushed the door open, and found a large room with a high, domed roof. Opposite him were large, red curtains. Alex strode forwards and threw back the curtain. To his surprise, the wall behind it was nearly blank, but for a tiny door that barely came up to his ankle. Laying down, his stomach against the floor, Alex peeked through the tiny keyhole. Beyond the door was a tiny, brightly lit garden. It was strange, like everything behind the door was miniaturised. It wasn't just small, fully grown trees must have been only a few inches high, and there were tiny, intricate rose bushes with such detail that they couldn't have simply been crafted so small. Alex stood up, and intended to leave the way he had come and try a different door, one with more hope of leading him anywhere, but as he turned around, the found the wall he had entered from was blank, there was no door to be seen. He rushed over to it and ran his hands over the smooth marble. "This isn’t possible." Alex said aloud, questioning his new habit of talking to himself. "It's seamless, there can’t be a hidden door or anything." He turned around again, but his view of the tiny door was obstructed by a small glass table in the centre of the room. On it sat a small glass bottle full of red liquid. "That wasn't there before." Alex said aloud once more, "Is someone messing around?" he shouted at the room. When nobody replied, Alex reached down and picked up the bottle. A small tag around its neck read "Drink Me!" Pulling the stopper from the bottle, Alex smelt the liquid and was overwhelmed with a strong scent of strawberries and cherries. Seeing as he seemed to have no other options, Alex wrapped his lips around the bottle and downed the contents in one go. A few seconds later, he shook his head, thinking to himself how stupid he had been to expect anything to happen. But as he shook his head it felt light, as though he were fainting. He had the sensation that he was falling, but as he looked around, everything was growing. It took a moment to realise that he wasn't falling, and the room wasn't growing, he was shrinking. His whole body was collapsing in on itself, rapidly losing height though retaining its original dimensions. His clothes still gripped his skin and he wondered vaguely why something he drank would affect his clothing. The tiny bottle in his hand became too large and heavy for him to hold and he dropped it, expecting a shattering noise, but realising he wasn't tall enough for the fall to even break the glass. Eventually the sensation ended and Alex found himself standing next to the bottle, which was now slightly taller than he was. "What the fuck was that." Alex said to himself. "I'm tiny, I'm fucking 3 inches tall!" Looking around the room, everything seemed enormous. The smooth glass table stood what seemed like meters away. Across from it he saw the Tiny door, which now looked large enough that he may have some trouble moving it. He ran across the room, eager to burst through the door and see what waited in the miniature garden on the other side. He wrapped his hands around the handle and his heart fell. It was locked. "Fuck!" he yelled. "What am I meant to do?" He looked up at the table and saw a small silver key sitting on top of it. He quickly attempted to scale the glass table, but found it was far too smooth to climb, and the single support joined the surface in the centre, so even if he reached the highest point, he had no way of getting on top of the table. He was about to sit down and give up on even trying any more, but saw a tiny glass box sitting on the floor a little way in front of him. Opening the box he found a large cookie which had red words iced onto it which read "Eat Me!" Deciding anything was better than being stuck as a tiny person in a room with no way out, Alex bit into the cookie. Eating and eating, he devoured the entire sweet biscuit and awaited a change. Much to his relief, his body began to stretch and expand, quickly shooting up to the height of the table. He grew larger and larger until he had returned to his normal height. Unsure how he would get though the door now that the bottle was empty, he picked up the tiny silver key anyway, and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. As he stopped to contemplate his next move, his stomach gave an enormous growl. A cramp seized through him and he hunched over, arms wrapped around his stomach, eyes clenched shut in pain. He felt a huge crackle of electricity shoot through his body, and felt pain all over his torso. Opening his eyes, he saw his white t-shirt was stretched like elastic over his upper body, it's material in a war with the body underneath. He felt another crackle and watched as seams split all over the shirt, revealing thick slabs of muscle growing underneath. The material continued to shred itself as a huge shelf of chest jutted from his body. Two huge pecs were ballooning out in front of him, and quickly looked as though his skin were stretched over two watermelons. Large watermelons. He looked up and saw his reflection in the smooth marble wall. The face looked familiar, but the body it sat on top of wasn't his. At the front of the humongous pecs sat two round nipples, bigger than silver dollars and growing fast. Below the slabs of chest muscles sat abs that Alex had never had before. 4, 6, 8 of them blossomed out of his stomach, two at a time, each the size of footballs by themselves. Alex raised one had to massage his new abs, and simultaneously, his other found it’s onto his large nipple, which was now bigger than the palm of his hand had been before the growth started. Raising his arms had caused his biceps to flex, and as his arms were growing to match his torso, the swollen beach balls that were his biceps caused what was left of his shirt to shed from his skin. Breaking briefly from the ecstasy coming from his nipple he was massaging, he noticed the electricity had spread to his legs. They quickly swelled against the fabric of his jeans, ripping them up the seam from his ankles to his hips and inflated calves and huge diamond quads burst through. He reached down and with one swift yank, ripped the remains of his jeans off, so he stood there, in all his new masculine beauty, in nothing but a pair of black briefs. He suddenly felt like he was getting the most overwhelming boner of his life, and saw his briefs stretch as a huge dick that looked more like a salami swelled within, sitting atop two orange sized balls. The briefs didn’t last long, as the waistband gave way to force and his dick sprung free. It now resembled a banana that was not only twice the length of any normal banana, but twice the girth. He wrapped a hand around the base, and one around the head, and started mindlessly pumping the still swelling tool. He closed his eyes and felt his body flood with pleasure as his hands quickly became soaked in pre. In seconds he had lost his grip on the member as it grew too huge for even his large hands, and he wrapped his arms around the shaft in a bear hug, letting his massive biceps pump the tool. He felt a cold sensation on the base of his balls, and looked down to see they now rested on the floor, pushing his legs to the sides. At the same moment he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and realised that it had hit the ceiling. His elbows too, suddenly grazed marble, and he found that his body had grown so large that he now filled nearly the entire volume of the room. His dick, still leaking precum like a tap on full blast, continued to swell before him, forcing his arms outwards painfully against the marble. "Help!" called Alex, knowing nobody could hear him, or even get into the room to help him. "No, NO, NO!" he shouted as he watched the head of his dick, now as large as his own head, stretch up and begin to brush the ceiling. The feeling was like a million blowjobs all at once, the sensitivity of the head was thousands of times more than ever before, and it pushed him to the tipping point. He felt a quick pressure in his massive ballsack as an orgasm, so intense it felt like a seizure, flooded over his body. And that wasn't all that flooded over him. Gallons of cum blasted out of the tip of his dick, spraying at all angles as the ceiling partially covered his dick hole. Cum covered his muscular torso and dripped onto the ground. From his position, with his head arched against the ceiling, Alex saw the cum quickly cover all he could see of the floor. Still writhing with pleasure as cum poured from him, he felt it had filled the roof well past his knees. In just a few seconds, he tasted his own cum as it nearly filled every inch of the room that his monstrous body didn't. Silently screaming in his mind, Alex realised he was about to drown in his own cum, but as he panicked, he felt a new kind of release. All of a sudden he wasn't contained. No marble pressed against his skin, there was no floor beneath his feet, and his dick wasn't pressed against his torso. He thought that this must be death, but as he opened his eyes, he was met by the view of nothing but opaque cum around him. Desperately kicking through the viscous liquid, Alex's new muscular body forced it's way upward, clinging to the little bit of air left in his lungs. Soon, his head broke through the surface, and, pushing thick cords of cum from his face, he looked around to see an ocean of jizz, as far as he could see. Looking down he found his body was still obscenely buff, so it hadn’t been some strange dream, and below the surface, he felt his dick, still incredibly sensitive, jutting out as far in front of him as he was tall. Making up his mind, Alex began to swim in an arbitrary direction, in search of some land in this ocean of his own cum.

Hi all, I recently mentioned in another thread on Fan Fiction that I had written my own story about Captain America and Bucky. With some encouragement, and in the name of science, here is the first installment of that story. I hope you all have and much fun reading it as I did writing it Let me know what you think and feel free to make suggestions. Us writers and such attention whores! Excelsior! (as Stan Lee used to say), Bjort The True and Unauthorized History of Captain America & Bucky As written by James Buchannan Barnes III, manuscript edited by Bjort. Freeport, Bahamas—February 23, 1944 I don’t really know who the hell I am writing this to, or for--for that matter. It’s just that both Cap and I are so sick of the crap that has been spewed out about us by the Army in the name of “morale” that I thought I would at least write down the real story. I know damned well that if the brass ever found this they would burn it, as they would see it as not only showing up what a load of shit they have been giving out with but as also “morally reprehensible” and “perverted”. Fucking hypocrites! Anyway, I ought to start with the basics. My name is James Buchannan Barnes III and I am 19 years old. My mother calls me Jimmy or James or when she is irritated with me--Trip, but everyone else has always called me Bucky. My Dad called me that from the get go to annoy my Mom and to avoid confusion as he was called Jimmy and he hated Trip for someone with a III after his name. I am an Army brat. My Dad joined the infantry in the last war and decided to make a career of it. He eventually went to OCS and became a Captain in the newly formed paratroopers. Later on he also worked a lot with commando and guerilla combat training groups. He was killed in a plane crash when I was 12. We were stationed at a big training base outside DC at the time. My Dad had been something of a rising star in certain Army circles. The brass took it on themselves to look after Mom and me and she got a decent pension and a job on base working as a secretary. Needless to say with Mom working I was pretty much on my own. I did OK in school but ran wild the rest of the time. Some of Dad’s old friends kept an eye on me (more of that a bit later). I soon learned all the ins and outs of life on base and, for the most part, had free reign. Soon I was getting after school commando training and a few other things on the side from my Dad’s old unit. I was also making decent money doing errands and scamming the troops at dice and poker. I was not a big kid, but I was quick on my feet and pretty sharp on the uptake. I was about 5’ 8” back then and was built like a middle distance runner—which I was. I was reasonably good looking too, with wavy brown hair, green eyes and what I was told was a nice smile. About that same time I also found out something else about myself—that I am as queer as a three dollar bill. Not in a sissy kind of way, mind you, but I found out that I was completely hot for cock and muscles—or preferably both in the same package. Girls just left me cold—no reaction at all. Needless to say I kept this discovery on the QT as much as I could, although I must admit that an Army training base certainly provides ample opportunity for a confirmed cock hound. I turned 18 and graduated from High School in the spring of ’42. I had decent grades and, thanks to Mom’s connections with the brass and other big shots, a place at the Point for the fall. Things on base had gone into high gear after Pearl Harbor with loads of construction and lots of men rotating in and out all the time. By then I had become a sort of unofficial mascot for Dad’s old commando unit--secretly training and “playing” with them on a regular basis. All of my skills, both military and social had developed considerably. I became adept at guerilla combat, weapons and explosives, slight of hand, various cons, drinking, swearing, games of chance, muscle worship and was generally considered to give the best blow job in the Army by those in the know. I was looking forward to a last summer on base and to applying my skills to the as yet unsuspecting members of the West Point entering class. A few days after graduation my Mom threw a slight monkey wrench into my plans for a summer of fun and leisure. She, of course, knew nothing of my extracurricular activities or that I had a substantial wad of cash stashed away. She was concerned that I have enough money to pay for incidentals in the fall and had arranged for me to work officially on base doing miscellaneous janitorial scut work. I really couldn’t buck this idea without giving too much away so I went along with it. Fortunately my boss in the maintenance and cleaning office was an easy going lifer who was more than happy to give me a free hand as long as the work got done. Slipping him the occasional smuggled pint bottle certainly did not hurt either. Even before Pearl Harbor the base has seen a lot of new construction and war readiness activities. One of the most mysterious was a new training compound that had been built miles from any other base facilities. It was all very top secret—no one really knew what the hell it was for and regular base personnel were kept away during construction. The finished product looked more like a prison than an Army base. It was surrounded by a very high solid wall topped with razor wire and was posted with signs threatening gunfire for any who approached the perimeter. The really odd part was that after it was complete this camp, known simply as Area S, was sealed off and not used. By the time I went to work in May of ’42 the entire facility had been empty and seemingly abandoned for more than 6 months. My first day on the job the boss handed me a set of keys and asked if I had a bicycle. I said yes and asked him what that had to do with anything. He told me that the brass wanted someone to schlep over to Area S and do a general cleaning. I was also to check for minor repair needs. The boss said that he did not want me to use something from the motor pool and that he did not have time or the manpower to drive me out there. Given that it was a decent 10 miles around the base to get there he felt I would need my bike. He handed me a set of keys and told me that there should be plenty of janitorial supplies out there, so not to worry about toting along mops, brooms etc. He said I could take as little or as much time as I need as long as the place looked relatively clean and I reported all maintenance issues to him. I bitched a bit about this—but it was a nice morning for a bike ride. I took off home, fetched my bike and headed for the mysterious Area S. As it was already warm and a bit humid out, I changed into a fairly snug pair of gym shorts and a white t-shirt which showed off my tight frame to advantage. I made sure to ride straight through the base parade ground, giving the troops a bit to look at. I was such a tease! After peddling around the perimeter fence at a good clip for a while I came to the turn off for Area S complete with chain link fence and deadly warning signs. It was another mile or so through dense woods to the actual compound. I unlocked the man gate and got my first look at the highly secret facility. What a disappointment! It looked like any other training facility with all the usual buildings. The only difference I could see is that these were all recently finished. Despite the newness, the place had an air of abandonment as the grounds had not been tended. My orders were to clean up building interiors only—particularly bathrooms and kitchens—and to spot any problems and report them up the command chain. Area S was not a large facility. It seems to have been designed for small individual unit training—possibly a commando group. As I circulated around I did notice that everything in the compound seemed to be especially well built and that it was all of a slightly larger scale that the other areas of the base. It made for a strange environment. Someone had clearly spent a packet on the place as it was all first class equipment and facilities. How typical of the Army to spend all the effort and dough on this place and then to let it sit unused with no upkeep for over half a year. Fatheads! There really was not that much to do. The construction crews had done a very thorough job cleaning up after themselves and the buildings had all been sealed tight since then. Nevertheless I cleaned the kitchens and the enlisted barracks bathroom. I swabbed out the gym locker room and was truly impressed with the gym facility and equipment--all brand new and state of the art. I did the administrative office and then headed for the officers quarters. As I entered the building I heard running water. “Great” I thought to myself “I’ll bet a pipe has broken and it will be a god-awful mess.” As I headed down the corridor for the latrine I could hear that the water was running in the shower room. “Well” I thought to myself, “No sense in getting my clothes wet as there is nobody around anyway.” So I stripped off and began to haul bucket and mop etc into the shower room buck naked. As I started to round the corner into the shower room I suddenly came to a silent but abrupt halt. There was no broken pipe. Someone was taking a shower at the far end of the shower room. And what a someone! Facing away from me was the biggest and most beautiful muscle stud I had ever seen. He was tall—6’6” I found out later—and had a full shock of what looked to be golden blonde hair. His frame bulged with muscle across his back and wide shoulders. His arms were amazingly thick and his lats flared out like some sort of cape only to taper down to a tight narrow waste. His ass was nothing short of glorious—a full on bubble muscle butt just asking to be fondled and fucked. His legs, often such a disappointment on big men, were just a muscular as the rest of him with wide flaring thighs and massive calves. As I stood there I also noticed a faint scent—a combination of soap, sweat, steam and a musky smell that was all man. Most intriguingly that scent made me think all sorts of strange and sexy things. I even imagined that his body was pulsing slightly with some sort of aura of vitality and power, straining as if some elemental force was pent up inside his massive frame just waiting to be set lose. As it hit me I felt my nostrils flare and my head go light. My stomach gave a giddy lurch followed by an instant hardening in my crotch. I damned near dropped my bucket--I was in instant lust! I stood there frozen, not making a sound as this muscle god soaped himself up. He raised one leg slightly and put his upraised foot on a nearby stool. This gave me a view of one of the biggest pair of balls I have ever seen, but oddly no view of his cock. This mystery was explained as, with eyes shut, he rotated under the shower head to reveal a massive tool already risen to half staff and from the look of things going quickly to what could be pec slapping level—it was that long! His front was even more spectacular than his back, if that was possible. He had a classic rugged square-jawed face with full lips just aching to be kissed long and hard. His chest was deep and wide with bulging overhanging pecs, huge nibbleable nipples and a dusting of golden fur. His abs were also lightly sprinkled with blond hair, perfectly chiseled and set like stone blocks over a blazing thatch of fiery golden pubes. As he continued to turn, eyes still shut against the spray of the shower, his cock did reach chest level. It seemed to go on forever and was unbelievably thick, tapering slightly to a glorious cut head the color of a ripe plum. He let out what seemed to be half pleasurable moan and half exasperated groan and said quietly “Damn, I thought I had gotten this monster under control.” As he reached toward the hot water tap, I felt an uncontrollable urge possess me as my own manhood also rose to full height. I was remarkably fearless, almost mesmerized, as I brazenly strutted up to him and said softly “Maybe I can give you a hand with that.” Glorious deep blue eyes opened and gave me the classic deer-in-the-headlights stare. I looked into those pools of deepest sky and felt something just click into place. He looked as if he wanted to speak but I put my finger over my mouth and said “Shhhhh.” Then I took hold of his massive cock with my right hand and reached up to his shoulder and neck to pull his lips and mouth toward mine. He let out a soft moan as I slid my fist down his mighty shaft toward those perfect balls of his. He bent his head toward me and kissed me, gently at first but gradually as if both our lives depended on it. What can I say about that first incredible kiss! It was long and deep and it felt as if electric sparks were jumping between us as I seemed to become hyperaware of both my body and his. I was beyond aroused! It was as if every atom of me was reaching for him and shouting “Yes! This is it! This is what we have been looking for! This is home!” His kiss became stronger, less tentative as I began to work his cock with one hand and to feel his iron hard pec and squeeze its very aroused nipple with the other. After what felt like a lifetime our kiss broke apart. I moved down to tongue the great cleft between his pecs and then go to work sucking the nipple I had been squeezing. He let out another slightly louder moan as my hand reached the thick base of his monster shaft and began to gently squeeze his massive churning balls. I finished off both of his amazing nipples, teasing and torturing until each stood out like a proud tower occupying the crest of a mountainous pectoral. I looked back up at him for a moment and again he seemed about to speak. I pulled his face back down to mine and went in for a second even more electrifying kiss that sent shockwaves zinging all over my body—especially down my now fully raging hard on. “Jeez!” I thought as we French kissed like school kids on a first date “This super stud has damn near made me cum with just a couple of smooches! I can’t wait for more!!!” With that thought in my head I decided that I needed to move down slope for the main attraction. I broke that amazing kiss and ran my tongue back down his chest, stopping for a brief flourish to each rock hard nipple, made my way down his insanely deep and cut granite wall abs (God those will be fun to nuzzle later on), and arrived at the golden thicket clustering around the unbelievably thick base of what is to this day the longest and most beautiful piece of man meat I have ever seen. Getting down on my knees, I went straight to work on his cock and balls, giving them the most thorough and longest lasting blow job ever. He had amazing stamina! I played with his enormous joint and orange-sized balls for what seemed like ages. After a particularly vigorous tonguing to the rim of his helmet and the long underside of his manhood I chanced a quick pause to look up at his face and see how close he was to blowing what I knew was a humungous load. He was just beginning to arch his neck back and had the most blissful look on his face when he got a snoot full from the still running shower. I almost began to giggle, but he did not miss a beat reaching around with the hand that was not running its fingers through my hair and turned off the water. I went right back to work and with the water off could hear him moaning softly with the occasional “oooohhh!” thrown in. His cock tasted wonderful as I worked its massive iron hard shaft and glorious head--different from any man meat I had ever known. As with the rest of him, his super-sized cock seemed to almost physically vibrate with power, as if it were holding back some explosion. As his balls began to swell, precum the color of light golden honey began to flow down from his bright purple cock head. Its first taste on my lips hit me like a strong slug of whiskey sending warmth across my body. I slurped it up like a starved dog going for a T-bone—I could not get enough as the warmth spread and intensified like a slowly building fire of power and passion. As I redoubled my tongue action his hips began to buck and his cock suddenly swelled to an even more magnificent size. I could tell he was close to the king-god of all orgasms as I greedily sucked down the last of the precum, giving his helmet an even more intense working over. He let out the sexiest deep growl rising into a shout of profound exultation as he came with a force that literally knocked me back. He came and came and came in amazing jets…fountains of delectable cum! He plastered my face and hair with his initial load. God the taste of it! The feel of it in my guts and on my skin! Golden jizz that made my entire body tingle and sing with that same electricity as when we had first kissed! I lapped up as much of his man juice as I could manage. I embraced his still rock hard cock and rubbed it against my chest and abs. He came again as I massaged his seed all over my torso and crotch. I was ready for his third eruption and lapped down as much of his manly nectar as I could get. Again and again he shot in huge amounts, covering me from head to toe before his dick began to subside as he let out a long moan of contentment. For a moment I lay back on the shower room floor, motionless, reveling in the incredible feelings whizzing around in my body and brain. My muscle god lover too seemed in a trance as he leaned against the wall, eyes closed with a look of incalculable bliss on his gorgeous face. As I slowly got up I realized that the gallons of cum he had just spewed across me were gone. My body had absorbed every available drop like a dry desert plant in a sudden rain. I felt, full, sated, complete for the first time. I felt a thrilling sort of buzzing throughout my frame and was slightly dizzy as I stood up. I reached out to steady my self and suddenly found I was encircled by my super lover’s massively muscular arms. I looked up into those deep blue eyes again and we connected, communicating without words, just reveling in having found what we both knew to be deep and abiding passion and love. Contact seemed to intensify the electric feeling chasing rabbits through my limbs. I began to shake, slightly at first, then harder as if I had a case of the DT’s. I was not ill however, quite the opposite in fact. I felt amazing! I took a step back from him and stood shaking in the middle of the room. Suddenly my dizziness and disorientation passed, replaced by a growing sense of euphoric power. I arched my spine with a crackle and threw my head back as the feeling continued to grow. The shaking continued to intensify until I felt my entire body give a massive shudder. My perception seemed to snap back into focus as the shaking stopped and I realized that my perspective was off. I could now almost look my lover directly in the eye! As I looked down at myself I realized that my bones had been changing—lengthening and thickening, tendons and ligaments growing denser and stronger. The feeling of strength and power plateaued just for a second, and then kicked into an entirely new ecstatic dimension—better than any orgasm. I felt as if strength and life were pouring into my body and that it was drawing on that power to fulfill its ultimate potential. I was in utter bliss as my muscles began to stretch and bulge to fill in my newly expanded frame. I felt my traps and delts spring up across my widening shoulders and neck--mounding up to amazing proportions. My chest and lungs expanded, followed by my pecs which grew up and out, layer upon layer of brawn arching over my ribcage and meeting over my heart to plunge into a vertical Grand Canyon. My back and lats ballooned out into a thick cobra hood of muscle, while my waist actually narrowed, forming a solid lattice of muscle supporting gloriously hard, and deep set abs. I was in complete ecstasy as I turned my head to see my upraised arms explode with massive manly forearms and huge triceps. I flexed and beautifully peaked melon sized biceps sprung toward the sky—gleaming with power! It is a curious sensation to feel your own ass expand with muscle just as your thighs and calves erupt with mighty sinews more than capable of supporting newly minted muscle. Suddenly all of the power seemed to focus on my cock and balls, which I suddenly realized had remained rock hard during the entire transformation. I did not think that what was happening could get more intense or erotic, but it was nothing compared the feeling of my balls suddenly tripling their size, heavy and waiting to pump out massive loads through a dick which was rapidly turning into the flesh and blood equivalent of a fire hose!. That was exactly what my cock was straining to become as it stood straight up against my sexy new abs. It felt incredibly hot as it strained upward, growing harder longer, thicker and more sensitive--ready for some serious man-on-man action. Instinctively I reached for my burgeoning manhood just in time to slick it up with a generous dollop of silvery precum. It seemed to leap to attention as I grabbed it’s now beer can width and began to stroke for all I was worth. I gripped with new found strength in both hands, yet it remained hard and eager for as much rough wanking as I could provide. I stroked for what seemed like ages, all the while my golden muscle god watched mesmerized—his own prodigious manhood now rising back to full attention. He tentatively, even shyly, moved around to embrace me from behind—pressing his glorious muscled body and humungous cock into me. “Maybe I can give you a hand with that.” He whispered as he slowly reached around and began to massage one of my mountainous pecs and huge aching nipple with one hand while stroking my new massive cock with the other. The touch was as incredible as our first, sending waves of pleasure through me as he began to kiss and nibble my ear. He moved down to nuzzle my neck and trap as our stroking quickened. I was building up to an incredible finish, aching to unleash my manliness for my lover. I too let out a surprisingly low growl as I felt the dam about to burst. My new voice rose into great shouts of ecstasy as I too shot off a massive high powered flood of cum. Shot after shot followed as I unloaded my load in huge spurting jets and I nearly passed out from the intensity of the experience. It was total and complete mind rocking bliss, undercut with a deep and powerful sense of infinite strength and stability. As I finished I turned to face my lover once more and added into that overwhelming emotional mix the purest and most joyous feeling of happiness I had ever experienced. We gazed at each other in complete understanding, desire and love. We kissed deeply for what seemed like forever, and then broke off to look at each other--still in a lovers embrace. He blushed deeply for a moment and said in the sexiest husky-man voice I had ever heard “Hello, my name is Steve.”

Cool story! It is like a kind of thinking porn since the reader has to imagine the scenes. Amazing transformations! The writing is as good as your visual art! Would love to see more!

I was putting off reading this. I'm not going to lie. I absolutely LOVED this story, and to see it's finale up and there, looming over me it was like..ohhh..I mean i KNOW you are going to start another INSANELY immense growth story, but this one struck a chord with me, it had so many incredible growth scenes, new kinks for me to start enjoying and as always such fucking fun! Could the ending keep up the trend? God yes. When YOU write a story with the MACRO tag you FUCKING MEAN IT! No 8ft nonsense for you, god no! This was a GREAT one man! and yeah, I'm gonna miss these two, but there's always the hope we could see them again sometime! Or their descendants, as I bet this family is going to be INSANELY prolific lol

Chapter Five: The Legs of Giants As Roger’s were the smaller, Porthos insisted on Roger going first and it wasn’t long before the muscleman was pushing himself beyond not only the limits of mortal man, but his own limits as well. In fact he was pushing the limits of the gym as well, as he soon found himself lacking weight as he had thirty two fifty pound weights on either side of the calf raise machine. Taking a deep breath he stepped up to the machine, lifted the weight with his shoulders and then started on what looked to Porthos like sheer torture as he raised the weight using only his calves. Each rep brought the muscle into sharp relief and as he counted each rep, it was clear that his calves were not the only thing being pushed. “Twenty” he grunted after three minutes that had made his face bright red, his calves explode into vascular diamonds and his member reach the pad in front of him, but he wasn’t done yet and as he counted each rep that followed, both he and Porthos found themselves being stimulated like never before and it wasn’t long before Porthos stopped being a spectator and started being a coach. “Yes, my lord” he moaned after Roger had racked up his fortieth rep, “make those weights realise that you are their master, and they are not master of you”. As he watched Roger pushing himself, Porthos couldn’t help himself and slowly stepped behind Roger and allowed his fifteen inch hard member to slap against Roger’s glutes. This refuelled Roger like nothing and he roared the next twenty reps before struggling to do the sixty first rep. “Ram me” Roger grunted, “Give me the strength and the power to reach a hundred!” Porthos was only too happy and thrusting the now seventeen inch monster into Roger’s glutes, Porthos pushed his lover to his absolute limits whispering all sorts of sexual deviancy that made Roger grunt, moan, huff, puff and generally lose all control but empower him it did and as he reached the mid-nineties, his will power began to desert him. “Ninety five” he screamed at the top of his voice, as his nineteen inch member rubbed up and down the pad in front of him, “Oh fuck, Porthos, I can’t do anymore!” “You can, my lover” grunted Porthos, thrusting his own member into the weakening muscleman, “Here, let the power of Porthos flow into you” and with that Roger gasped as he felt a flood of muscle juice enter him and with that screamed one of his more unusual expressions of sexual energy release. “HUMBUG!” he roared as he pushed his now quivering calves to achieve the ultimate pump. “Ninety Six” “Ninety Seven” “Ninety Eight” “Ninety Nine” “ONE HUNDRED” both men screamed and as the weight crashed down Roger arrived covering the machine with a thick coverage of pure protein. Staggering backwards, he fell onto the floor arriving again and covering both himself and Porthos with muscle juice and as they started to recover, they both burst out laughing as they realised what they had done, broken the world record for the most weight lifted in a calf raise by a factor of a hundred. As they recovered, Roger struggled to his feet and moaned “Now, the Titan!” and with that helped Porthos to his feet. The Titan, still incredibly turned on by what he had witnessed, accepted the challenge but not before picking Roger up and placing him in the middle of the weights saying “I inspired you to push yourself to your limits, now challenge me to do the same” and with that he shouldered the weight, stood up and waited for Roger’s instructions. Roger thought for several moments and smiling, almost wickedly, said “Every rep must be accompanied by the word “FUCK” Porthos smiled from ear to ear and for the next fifteen minutes there was only one word being uttered. A word that made both Porthos and Roger rock hard and as the word began to be uttered as more a grunt than a spoken word, both men knew what was going to happen. And on the one hundred and fiftieth “FUCK” that resonated through the gym, both men screamed in sexual agony as they arrived with such force that the weights lifted up a whole inch before crashing back down and as Roger fell off the machine and into the Titan’s arms, he couldn’t battle the sense of tiredness that was rapidly overtaking him and as he feel asleep he moaned “Titan one, humanity nil!” Next on what the two men had dubbed “The Titanic Workout” was a session to tap into those tree trunks of legs that had been on show ever since they had woken up the previous day. Both men stood in front of the mirror, took a deep breath and flexed their quads as hard as they could. Their quads may have been the same size and the same muscularity, but as they grunted, pushing their muscles as hard as they could, the combined mass was enough to push them close to arrival and within moments they were huffing and puffing moaning as they revelled in their size and strength. After ten minutes of sold flexing, Roger slapped his quads and screamed at the top of his voice, “GIVE ME SOME FUCKING IRON!” and practically jumping onto the leg extension machine roared at Porthos to place the pin at the bottom of the stack. The Titan obeyed and as Roger grabbed hold of the rests on either side he started to rep. At first each rep was slow and methodical, pushing the recently flexed quads to their limit but then slowly but surely the speed increased and the range of motion increased so that within a few moments Roger was moving in such a wide range of motion Porthos was worried in case he swung so much that he swung himself out of the machine. After ten minutes, he screamed, “LOWER THE BENCH” and as Porthos lowered it to create a horizontal surface, Roger’s heaving chest hypnotised the Titan. “LIKE THAT?” screamed Roger at the top of his voice, “LOVE THIS!” he added as he performed a lift that only could be done by a superman. He raised his legs until he was completely horizontal and then shouted “SIT ON THEM, TITAN!” and as soon as Porthos sat on his shins, Roger pushed his quads into such an inhuman state of torture that he screamed obscenities at every rep and as he did his member surged in response. Porthos turned around and watching the member increase in size and girth, he grabbed it and started to rub it shouting at his lover “Resist my torture, Resist the pain, and don’t arrive!” For the next thirty minutes Porthos rubbed Roger’s member in time with the lifts and during the torture Roger grunted, groaned, huffed and puffed and yet was following his lover’s instruction which was leading him to turn red in the face as well as his member and as such both men were being pushed to their physical limits. “FEEL MY PULSE!” screamed Roger, “TELL ME I AM THE NEW TITAN” and with that Porthos lay down on his lover, their members touching and placed his hands on Roger’s chest. Gasping in amazement he moaned “My lover, your heart is beating faster than mine when I wrestled a bull”. “OH FUCK!” screamed Roger as he couldn’t resist the torture anymore and arrived all over Porthos’s chest with such force that Porthos was raised an inch and as he orgasmed, the weight crashed down and he lay there puffing and panting, his quads experiencing a pump like no other that caused him to moan “Now, it’s your turn!” It took Porthos a good ten minutes to drag Roger from the machine but as he lay him on the bench press bench next to it, he said gently “Do you want me to match your torture?” “Beat it” moaned Roger, “make my effort look like nothing!” Porthos smiled and so picking up every spare weight in the gym, he added it to the paddle in front of him and then lay down and raised it which caused Roger to moan in adoration “Yeah, seven hundred fucking pounds. Yeah, show those fucking quads that it is you who is really in charge of them!” Porthos performed nearly a thousand reps with absolute ease before even starting to struggle by which time Roger had recovered and as Porthos grunted “As I did to you my lover, do until me” Roger climbed onto the tree trunks that were Porthos’s legs and started to rub. Porthos, holding his breath, continued his assault on his quads and an hour later Roger and Porthos knew what was going to happen next. Porthos’s heart was beating at nearly two hundred and ten beats a minute when Roger began to feel his lover’s member start to dribble and so lay down and nodded. The roar that accompanied Porthos arriving was so forceful that not only did it set every car alarm off with a three block radius, but the United States Geological Service’s equipment registered a magnitude one earthquake deep in the heart of central Seattle that was so unexplained that it was still being discussed online three hours later as Roger and Porthos left the showers and flexed their new expanded quads. “Mmmmmm” moaned Roger, “To think we started off with thirty five inch quads. If mine aren’t thirty seven now I will be sorely disappointed” and with that he slapped them hard. “And mine, my lover?” asked Porthos “Oh, I don’t care. They could be forty for all I care!” and with that Roger fell to his knees and started to rub the bulging quads. As Porthos flexed his now massive trunks, Roger examined every part of them and said “Hams!” Porthos stopped flexing and asked “Hams?” Roger led Porthos to a mirror and asked him to turn around and as he do so he tickled the back of the Titan’s legs. The giant started to chuckle and said “Stop that” and involuntarily flexed the muscles that Roger was tickling. As he did Roger moaned “Hams, big fucking Hams!” and explained that he was referring to the hamstrings at the back of the legs adding “Work those to destruction and no one will be able to beat the size of those legs!” “Then” smiled Porthos, “who am I to argue?” After a little rearrangement, not to mention a good wipe down, Roger presented Porthos with what he called a “kicker of a machine”. Porthos looked at the rearranged leg extension machine and frowned. “What do I do?” he asked Placing the pin at the bottom of the stack, Roger stepped into the gap between the pad of the machine and the rest and slowly raised the bottom part of his leg as if he was going to kick something. As Roger repeated the action several times, Porthos nodded and as the Titan stepped into the gap, he added, “My lover, my weight!” Roger immediately stood on top of the weights and shouted “Come on Porthos, show this weight who you are!” The next one hundred and fifty reps of both legs happened in such a blur, that Roger couldn’t believe was he was seeing and as Porthos stepped away from the machine, his hamstrings were so defined it looked as if someone had cut them out of Porthos’s legs as if it was modelling clay. It was clear that Porthos was beginning to get aroused again and so Roger issued him with a challenge. “I challenge the Titan” he said, half moaning, “to leg press every weight in this gym plus myself for as long as it takes me to recite the Musketeer oath that you taught me last time you came to visit!” Porthos smiled, accepting the challenge Fifteen minutes later, the leg press machine was completely laden. The machine itself was able to support one hundred barbells and at Porthos’s insistence he had chosen the one hundred kilogramme barbells. On top of that was hung additional bars that could support another fifty barbells, taking the total to one hundred and fifty barbells and with Roger sitting on top the combined weight of barbell, human weight, bars and machine came to… “Porthos” said Roger, moaning in ecstasy, “This machine contains thirty three thousand, three hundred and fifty fucking pounds. If you can do this for one rep, I will lose control!” Porthos chuckled as he slid into the seat at the base of the machine and said “Then keep control, my lover, recite the oath that I took at the start of my Musketeer training and allow me to show my strength” and with that he placed his feet onto the plates, released the grips and as the weigh slowly fell, Porthos’s quads dug into his chest and he roared “NOW!” “One for all” started Roger, but was soon unable to continue as Porthos managed three reps in that short amount of time. Porthos gritted his teeth and screamed “RECITE” as he started on his fourth rep. Roger took a deep breath, closed his eyes, put his hands over his ears and carried on “and all for one, Musketeers are always ready, One for all and all for one, Helping everybody, They cross their hearts and pray, They cross their swords night and day, They drink their beer and swear they are faithful to their King!” mentally counting the number of times he felt himself lifted in the air. As soon as he said the word “King” the machine clanked and Porthos screamed “MERDE!” pushing with all of his might and lifting the weights so hard that the machine couldn’t cope and the weights crashed onto the floor as would have Roger if he hadn’t had grabbed onto a beam seconds before. As he jumped down to the ground, Porthos lay on the machine his whole body bright red from exertion, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, his abs appearing and disappearing but smiling from ear to ear. Instantly Roger arrived again and fainted onto his lover’s radiant muscles.

This ending the the best ending that this story could ever have. 83 <3 <3 Dang I hope that as the generations come and mature that the whole family just grows larger and larger until they are true gods so big they can hold planets; stars; solar systems; galaxies; clusters; universes in their hands. >;3 <3 <3

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Abduction Part Two by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8794-abduction-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ Gregorian chant. Something that sounded like Gregorian chant was playing, filling up Julian's ears. But it wasn't like that at all. It was not quite as hot? Cooler sounding, more logical feeling. It was flowing smoothly like Gregorian Chant did but with a brighter sound of electronics. It was as though Julian was at some holistic fair performing meditation, but on the set of some alien planet. Struggling to look around, Julian found he couldn't move his head, nor the rest of his body for that matter. Only his eyes could look and leer about. But everything at the edges were so bleary as if he was looking at the world through a TV. camera's fog lens. No matter how many times he blinked he couldn't clear his vision, and if he could would he be able to see anything? The area was so dark with only a bright light shinning directly above him. "That's it." He thought to himself. "I'm being operated on. The trip I took exasperated the blow to the head my abductor gave me." He kept blinking trying to wake himself up so he could ask questions about what was being done, what had happened to himself, but the blinking must have made him sleep, for he began to notice the pictures in his mind's eye weren't connecting as a living or film like experience. It was more like stills of the same room at different times with different folks. There were a couple of times he saw some people whom he didn't know. Two women and one man. They were very plain looking with very generic features, straight hair styled straight down and pulled back or cut very short and professional in the man's case. They were in straight lined, blue gowns or shirt and they spoke, but not to him. Looking across Julian they said things he couldn't understand or make out clearly. Still other times they looked down at him and said something, but Julian couldn't make it out and he couldn't tell if he was responding back. He didn't think so. Thinking to himself in one of his more semi-lucid states, "That must be a doctor and two nurses. I hope the man is the nurse. He looked cute... better chance of him touching me then." Julian smiled himself to sleep with that thought and then began waking up to someone or some people else. These were all men. All very big men. They all stood very tall between six feet four inches to seven feet tall. And were they ever muscled! Naturally thick bodies that looked they had each been training a number of years, but with white washed skin and hair that was the color of fire to strawberry blonde to platinum. It was like a convention of Norse people. As though all of these folks were descendants of the Vikings. The moved about him their arms raised at times as though they were carrying trays or something. Sometimes they came and stood by him and he could feel their large hands on his arms or legs and they would stare down at his face. They were all in some kind of wrap around sleeveless shirt. It was light grey in color with the edges trimmed in heavy piping. The front part of the shirt wrapped around from the left and tied on the right hand side. It gave a low v cut to the neck and head opening. Most of the men, their shoulders pulled the fabric up and out, as well as their chests barreling out and over pulled at the shirt opening as well. Each of their bodies pulling the top of the shirts open to reveal their great pectoral valleys. Their bulging delts and arms hung out and angles from their sides and the openings near the shoulders. Julian wished he could see further down, see if these shirts were all synched tightly at the bottom near these people's waistlines. He was developing a crush on these Viking reenacting orderlies or whomever they were. But then flashes of the occurring visions began to scare Julian. Much shorter men appeared to him, bent over him, looking at him as though he was under a microscope, and there were times he felt as though perhaps these men were poking him, prodding him, maybe even carving into him or...or... poking around in his brain! And then he began to realize these short men were not a pale skin white like the Viking styled men were, but they were a colorless, flat matte kind of white or ashen grey. And their eyes...their eyes! They were too large, pointed oval, slanted, and completely black. What did they want with him? What were they doing with him? Why was it with them he felt like his head was open! "Auuugh! Auuugh!" Julian began to thrash and move, quiver and shake, his head twisting to this side and that. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUGH!" Julian screamed as loud and long of a scream as he could ever do, and might ever do in his life. He had never felt as violated and as mortal as he did now. Not even the man, the supposed acquaintance who abducted him made him feel this unsecure about his safety or his life. He woke up from any kind of sleep and lie there on a table panting heavily and sweating profusely. "Ju...Ju...Julian?!" He heard a calm and deep voice say somewhat timidly. He knew he knew it but he couldn't quite recognize it. He found he could turn his head and so opened his eyes and attempted to look around and peer into the darkness that surrounded him. There on the other side of the room he was in was another table with a bright light directly above and shinning down on it. Filling up the slab was a man of goodly size and really grand build. The man had his head turned towards him and he could see his very handsome face: square jaw and chin that blended beautifully in very full and slightly chubby cheeks that sat atop very high cheekbones, soft and full pillow like lips underneath a square, slightly bulbous but very straight nose, and a pair of eyes that although slightly droopy on the outer corners, were big, full, and the richest kind of brown one could ever see. They were puppy dog kind of eyes that could at glance cause one to completely melt away and move the hardest of hearts. On top a thick mane of jet black hair ebbed and flowed down the sides and back of this man's head, pooling around his shoulders. Julian stared down the rest of this man's body, long, wide, thick with an incredible set of muscles, almost all of which were covered with a patterned of beautifully feathered, but somewhat thin jet black hair that all seemd to lay in pattern with the muscles they were covering. Julian looked back into the man's face which was slightly obscured by the dimness of the room but stared hard. "Julian!" the man hoarsely whispered. "Are you alright?" Julian just continued to star at the great muscled man and his face, Deep down he knew he recognized this man, and his voice. That rich deep bass that if spoken loudly just rolled and rumbled through one's ears and chest. Suddenly it was almost as if his vision came into focus, his mind became quite clear thinking. "Te...Terry?.... Terry Mikicia? Is that you?" "Yes. Yes. Julian. It's me. How are you doing?" "Good... I guess. As well as one could be while strapped upon an operating table in the middle of a....where are we? "I... I don't know, Julian, but I am so sorry." "Why?" "It's my fault you're here." "What do you mean it's your fault I'm here? I.... I don't understand." "Oh gawd.... let me.... let me explain." Julian wasn't sure how he wound up kidnapped with Terry Mikicia, his high school's star football quarterback. The boy who had everything: decent grades, killer looks, freakishly built body, and from all the locker room talk, had the longest cock and biggest balls any one, male or female, had ever seen. The young man should be at another university far away from where Julian was, participating in his Junior year of college hoping to start impressing scouts and decide on which professional National Football League he will sign a contract with after graduating a year later. "I don't understand. What do you mean? How did we get kidnapped by...by....whatever this is? Did they pick you up or before me?" "No.... auugh gawd.....No...Julian... they.... they....they picked us up together." "They didn't pick us up together, Terry. I was with another guy, kidnapped. Just escaped out of a barn in the middle of nowhere on some farm somewhere. I was nowhere near a major college football town. Just in that barn with this....huge....freakishly built....and....hung.....man...." "Oh gawd, Julian. I'm so sorry." and Terry began to break down and sob. "That was you?! It was you, wasn't it? Why? Why Terry? WHAT THE FUCK!" "I'm so sorry, Julian.... I had no idea we'd be kidnapped by... whatever... I guess... aliens. I didn't mean for anything like this to happen. I didn't mean to really hurt you either." "The blow to the back of the head kind of put a dent in that plan from the start, dickweed! Why? Why the hell did you need to kidnap me to have me... have me... what the hell do you call it? You forced me to make love to you so you can't really say I was raped...no wait you did eventually. You did eventually plow my ass! I called out for it! You got me to call out and beg for it, you son of a bitch!" "You don't understand. I had to know... I had to find out. All these mixed up feelings I had rolling around in my head. My heart. I didn't want to deny who...what... what I was, but I had to make sure it wasn't a fad before I acted on it." "What do you mean before you acted on it?" "You know I'm trying to go for a professional football career. I can't come out and truthfully hope to succeed, but if I really was gay, I didn't want to be an example of one of those men that stay hidden for years. What kind of example does that set for hundreds, thousands of struggling teens? I needed to make sure that it wasn't some kind of fad that I would grow out of. That my emotions, my arousals were really triggered by just men, or men and women, or just women. That way I could plan what my next course of action would be, how I prepared for attempting a professional career after school, not to mention how I continued my dating and searching for someone to be with the rest of my life. I've been so feed up at coming to the threshold with a woman and then...then....finding that I can't get it up or feel comfortable inside making love to her." "Why me? Why did I have to be the one to help prove whether or not you fly the great rainbow flag out of the pink triangle stand?" "Because you're gay..." "I figured that much out. There were a few dozen other homosexual guys from our class let alone our school." "I knew you liked very muscular men..." "Yeah yeah and how did you know that? It's not like I got to date any of them in high school. All the muscled boys were jocks who just as soon put me into my locker for the weekend." "We kind of did an experiment on you in gym class." "You did what?!" "When we noticed that you kind of stared at the more athletic guys of the class, we began to plan who was showering under the center showerhead. The one that stood across from the doorway to the showers. Which was directly across from the place you stood and hid while waiting for everyone else to be done with showering before you ran." "What...." "The more muscular the guy was the longer it took you to snap out of your daydream state and realize when the showers were empty." "You fuckers! So you chose me just because I'm gay and liked muscular men. You arrogant prick!" "No.... that's... that's not the only...uh....the only reason." "Oh great. So tell Dr. Phil here, what other possible psychological reason that you could have for choosing to fuck me against my will?" "You...ah.... you....you remember our tutoring sessions." "What you're getting back at me for failed grades or something? I did my best with you, but sometimes you never got it. Not because you couldn't comprehend it. Gawd....you are an exceptional smart man, besides being good looking and built, but sometimes you would wander off in day dream land thinking about the next great play on Saturday's game and you wouldn't pay attention to the lesson. It's not my fault that you di..." "I wasn't day dreaming about the next Saturday game." "Oh really? Then what was it? The next cheerleader you had to screw to prove your heterosexuality to the coach or your teammates?" "It was you." "Wha........ih....it was....what?" "It was you, Julian. I had a massive crush on you. You were so strong." "I wasn't strong. I was a skinny shit with thirteen inch upper arms that couldn't lift a twig!" "Not that kind of strong. You were strong of mine, of heart. You sang, you danced, you acted, you stated you were gay and were proud of it. The other jocks bullied you, punched you, threatened you, and yet even though there was no way you could physically ever win a fight against them, you stood your ground. And at the same time you still provided tutoring for some of them despite how they treated you. You showed real man colors by not only caring about those you loved and liked, but those who were cruel to you as well. You were brave, so brave and strong of character and mind. I was a weak sheep that just went with the herd. I so wanted to be like you and as such, wanted to be with you as well." "Oh....come on....you're....teasing me now....this is just a line of simple b. s." "No.... There were times in high school, especially around our senior year, I would fantasize about us being together. Sometimes I thought of ways to talk with you so we could be together after graduation. I didn't want to move away from you." "And that didn't let you know you were gay?" "No...my parents, the Church, pamphlets from other groups said it was just phase that young men go through. Something due to overactive hormones while going through puberty, and of course the church said it was wrong. Just a lie implanted into my brain by Satan himself." "And what brought you around to disregarding that?" "We're taught that anything we ask of God he will grant us, right?" "Well, anything that is as long as it goes with his own will." "So then if homosexuality is truly wrong, asking to have those feeling surprised forever or removed should be in his will, shouldn't it?" "I would guess so." "Well, he hasn't answered that prayer for me since I was eleven. That means that either it's not a sin to be homosexual or..." "It's a lie that God grants his followers anything." They lie there in the semi-dark and silence for a few minutes until Julian broke it again. "So... ... ... you really had a thing for me?" "Yeah." Terry laughed. "I had a major crush on you. You're still the man I kind of picture in my fantasies." "Well... that's...uhm....interesting...." "Why's that?" "You were the nicest of all the jocks to me. Not to mention the biggest built. I mean you were a fucking wall. Watching you develop in college via the news, it was just so hard to believe how much bigger you've become. I didn't think it was possible." "It wasn't easy." "I'm sure, but the point is, back then and now... you're in my fantasies. I used to fall asleep at nights rubbing an extra pillow, pretending that I was laying next to you tracing your abs with my finger and running my hands through your chest hair." "You like my chest hair? Most girls usually asked me if I'd shave smooth." The two laughed and allowed the silence to descend in the room once again. After a long time Julian turned to look at Terry. "Terry, you still awake?" "Yeah." "So this is it, huh. What an alien abduction feels like?" "I think so. I think this is what that is. You know with those short, "almond eyed" guys running around." "So, what do you think they wanted with us? What are they hoping to explore?" "Can you think of anything you said to them?" "Not sure. I'm starting to recall, but it's too fuzzy." "I might be able to help. I kind of figured I might help give you a gift so to speak." "A gift? How?" "I remember parts of one conversation. They were all concerned about your size, proportions, wondering why I was so much bigger than you. They mentioned something about you saying something about wishing you were bigger. ... ... ... Any rate, I agreed with that statement, saying you were supposed to be as big as me, equal in every size. I figured if they did any scientific experiments on us, if we ever got let go, maybe at least you'd have the kind of bod that would attract more muscular men you liked. If not, maybe at least it'd allow you to develop some kind of musculature on your cute little bod." "Well, I don't think that's happened? How do I look to you?" "Still that same cute average guy that I had a crush on." Julian smiled, Terry giggled, and the two sat in silence again for a while. Eventually Julian figured out the pitch of the humming sound the room was making and began to hum and sing songs that were in tune with it. Terry even joined in on a couple of choruses. They joked and laughed and wondered if any other abductees ever sang while being held and would the aliens flip out wondering if they had gone insane. They were about to start on one more song when Julian stopped and commented. "I've got to rest for a moment. My throat is a little dry. Man, they turned up the heat in here. Did they think we were raised in the tropics of the Earth?" "Heat? It still feels a little cool in here. I've still got goose bumps." "I'm beginning to burn up, I think. I'm breaking out in a sweat. I feel like my skin is on...AUUUUGH!" "Julian?!?" Julian moaned low, "auugh...it felt like I was just kicked in the balls, and I mean that's a man your size was a soccer playAUUUUUGH!" "JULIAN!" Terry turned to look at Julian. He saw Julian turn his head towards him, but his eyes were slightly rolled back and his mouth was agape. "HUWAAAH!" Julian let out another gasp and his eyebrows rose up in the center as his face registered nothing but pain. He would have doubled over but being strapped down on the platform. Suddenly Terry could see movement around Julian's groin. His cock was rising up, but not as if it was swelling to an erection, but like something was lifting it up. Squinting through the dimly lit space, Terry finally could see that Julian's balls were swelling, growing becoming a bit large on his frame. Maybe even a bit large on anyone's frame, but yet they didn't seem too out of proportion for some reason. "Oh shit!" "What?" said Julian. "Nothing... just breathe. Take slow and long, deep breaths." "Why? Why? What's happening." "I'm not sure, but I have an idea. Just lie back and breathe." "Ok but I don't know if I just re-AUUUUGH!" Another moan and Terry saw Julian's balls expanding once again. This would happen several more times until Julian had a most ample set of balls. Testicles whose shape and size were all too familiar to Terry. "OOOOOOH!" Another low and shuddering moan and suddenly Julian's cock began to just ooze out of him like a snake slithering out of his hole. The head moved forward, wriggling, squirming, as the body, or in this case the shaft continued to extend and extend out of Julian's groin, growing longer and longer, and thicker by the second. This too was a shape that Terry knew all too well. Another series of grunts and groans and a few glances from Terry, he could see that Julian's hands and feet were pulsing and lengthening, becoming thicker, wider, meatier, stronger and more sturdy. Out and out they grew until Julian began to look like one of the odd, lanky alien species as seen in Star Trek or Star Wars, the ones with thin bodies and extremely long feet and fingers. Soon his contortions and stretches began to spread out all over his body. Twisting and turning he kept edging out to either end of the table; longer, taller, higher. His body growing to match his feet and hand sizes, but still maybe not quite his cock and ball size. The shackles began to chaff and cut into his wrists and ankles now as they moved up or down away from the anchor they were tethered to. The air began to fill with the sounds of breaking and knitting bone in an eerie din. Meanwhile, the straps that went across his chest and knees began a migration inward towards the center of his body. The chest straps moved down to the top of the abs while the knee straps moved on up the thigh. Then Julian's body began to rise slightly, having some kind of spasm that looked as though as his body was being given one of those shocks for restarting someone's heart beat. Up and Up, over and over again, Julian's body lurched and rose and each time it did so, his body swelled out that much larger. His muscles were growing - all of them! All of them were inflating at once. The air was now filled with the sound of stretching as the skin got tighter and tighter across Julian's body, while the muscles inflated more and more, grew denser and harder, bulged and creviced, throbbed and pulsed. Like so many scenes from superhero cartoons, or descriptions in muscle growth stories that Terry - and Julian - had secretly read or watched, Julian's body was now mimicking the hero and swelling more and more with greater and greater power. Soon Julian's moans began to change from grunts of pain to moans of ecstasy. His cock began to grow again, but this time was rising in erection. Terry could see Julian's nipples begin to stick out hard and firm as well as his new mammoth schlong rising and rising up into the air and eventually smack and point to his abs. Fuller and fuller Julian's muscles grew, more defined with deeper crevices, swelling mounds, and interstates of blood carrying veins criss-crossing his body, covering the muscles, the crannies, the striations feeding them, accentuating them. Shortly thereafter hair began to appear and coat Julian's body. Not so thick as to look almost matted, but enough to decently cover most parts of the body, to feather out into patterns that lay with the shape and contour of the muscle it lay upon. A few more swells and the straps and shackles began to snap and pop, unable to contain the hulking figure that lie there, equal in mass, strength, size, virility, and stamina to Terry. "Oh! OH! OOOOOOH! HUGGGGGGGGGGH!" The sounds coming out of Julian were those of someone about to experience sexual climax. Terry stared at Julian, trying to study his face, but he couldn't help looking further down to watch Julian's prick bob and shake and swell just that much larger. Something that had begun happening to him the moment he saw Julian begin to swell with newfound muscular power. Then Julian suddenly awoke out of the unconsciousness the pain had put him under, he shouted a few exclamatory "ohs!" and then practically growled in a new bass voice that equally matched Terry's and caused such a rumbling in not only Terry's chest, but his balls as well, that at the very moment Julian released a load that looked like it came from two men, Terry's back arched, his head snapped back and he gushed for a load of equal size. The two men lie there, chests heaving, cum running in rivulet's down all sides of their chest and their abdominals. Julian fell unconscious again, while Terry lie there in a erotic stupor, their chests rising high in the air, such huge swelling slabs of beef.

This is starting off a bit slower that I usually go. The tags will happen over the course of upcoming chapters. This is the long set up. I hope you enjoy this one as always. - Frank. Abduction Part One by F_R_Eaky Julian was expecting to have a decent day today. He didn't have any grand expectations for it, but he figured he would at least moderately enjoy himself at the Pride Festival activities on this balmy Saturday afternoon. Coming in from the middle entrance he knew he'd turn to the right to walk down the main promenade, looking at only the booths on the right hand side. He'd then see who was on stage at this end of the promenade before turning round and heading up the entire length of promenade to see what booths were on what originally was his left hand side and then at the end who was on at the stage on the left side promenade end. After that he'd go back up that half of the promenade to the center and scope out all the food booths. Tomorrow he'd let his friends know which ones had the best food for the best price to have lunch at after the big Pride Parade. For the now, he'd scope out everything on the promenade and afterwards he'd walk off to the side to head to the Missouri-Illinois LGBTQ History display pavilion. It was early in the Pride Festival day, so the promenade wasn't crowded yet. There was plenty of walking room. At the end of the right hand side of the promenade the stage was bare, nothing happening as of yet. No performers. No awards. No competitions. No administrative announcements. Julian looked down at his feet to rest his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun. He always forgot to bring his sunglasses.. Seeing that his right shoelace was untied, he stepped off to the side of the stage so as not to go butt up in the crowd and bent down to tie his shoe. What happened next would change Julian's life forever. A strange and wondrous series of events would begin right here and now, although, if Julian foresaw what would happen he'd probably have done his best to stop it. Coming up from tying his shoe, Julian felt a sharp blow to the back of his head. It wasn't enough to make him unconscious, but certainly enough to knock his senses off line for a few minutes. If that wasn't bad enough, a fairly large and meaty hand grabbed his left arm and helped pull his torso up, the hand's partner rushed in and gut punched Julian severely. He would have doubled over but his head met a great wall of pectoral muscles. As he stood there in a semi conscious state, breathing into the shirt covered valley of a set of protruding pecs, his body supported in a standing position by his attacker's hands and arms, those arms pulled him in close, tilted his head back, and began to suck face, long, passionately, and deeply, as if Julian had just walked on and became an extra of a Sean Cody production. His mind tried to tell Julian he should do something, but the blow to his head made his vision and his mind spin and his nose tingle. The punch to the gut made it almost impossible to breathe, which in turn affected his reasoning capabilities, and his attacker lip locking with him only took the impossibility from almost to absolute. The rest of the world, if anyone saw him, saw Julian becoming weak in the arms of his lover. And what a lover this attacker could be. Midway through the deep passionate pucker, the man wrapped one arm under Julian's ass and easily hoisted the 5' 9", 155 pound, platinum haired, ice blue eyed, twenty year old off the ground. In a few short minutes Julian was carried away to an awaiting van parked at one of the metered parking spaces outlining the park. Depositing Julian into the passenger seat, his abductor quickly placed a blindfold over Julian's eyes and then tied his wrists to the arms of the seat and buckled him in. That was the only thing about the car ride that Julian would ever recall. Julian did realize when they stopped that it was several hours later. The white blindfold over his eyes allowed colors of various pastel light through and a cooler breeze caressed his skin which meant it was now around dusk. His nostrils were also filled with the scent of a fresher breeze, tinged with hay and occasionally the smell of animal manure - he was at a farm. This was confirmed when a large door was heard to be rolled open and he was escorted inside. Walking all the way to the other end of the barn, Julian was placed into a chair and given a grunt command with a firm hand on a shoulder as an order to sit down. After being placed in the chair his hands and legs were then bound to them using some sort of fairly strong rope. ["I apologize for the rough handling. I am a bit taller and stronger than most men."] "That doesn't mean you have to handle people this way. What the hell gives? Bashin' the back of my head and then punching me in the stomach, and then...then... KISSING ME!" ["That part was needed in order to make it seem like you were willing to go with me."] Great. Thought Julian to himself. He's using one of those voice altering devices to speak to me. "What gives with the voice. Why do you need to sound so computer like?" ["It is necessary for fear of vocal recognition."] "Vocal recog....what the fuck, bro.? You mean you're someone I know? What the hell is this a surprise party of some kind gone wrong?" ["The first statement is correct, the second one is not."] "I know you?! This is fucking ridiculous. What a way to treat a friend, coworker, or acquaintance. What the hell do you want anyway? I don't have a lot of money. Neither does my family." ["It isn't money that I want."] "Ok, fine then. I'm not gonna just sit here. HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" ["Screaming will only wear you out and make you more exhausted. You are in a barn in the middle of its hay stores, the bales of which will absorb your screams. No one outside the barn can hear you, and if they could, there's no one here as they are gone on vacation to Florida for the next two to three weeks."] "So... what... what do you want with me?" ["I need your help. I need you to make love to me."] "Say wha da fu? What makes you think, after this approach for picking up dates, that I'm going to want to make love to you? Why do you need me to make love to you?" ["I need you to make love to me to.... to see....."] "To see what, if you can get it up? Do you have an injury or something that won't allow you to get erect?" ["I need to see if I...I am gay. ... ... ..."] "To...to see... if you're gay? How can you not know? You either are or aren't. I mean seriously, dude. It's something you're born as not something you..." ["I have never been with anyone...ever. Now...away at... ... ... well, away and out in the public, people are wondering what my orientation is. I've been raised, so to speak, to be heterosexual, but I can't quite seem to bring myself to be with a woman. I get erections at the sight of some men, but that could be a passing phase. I need to know if I will stay erect and climax at the touch of another man or if I don't."] "So what? I'm your test subject? a... a...guinea pig of sorts? I'm not just going to make love to you to prove, what? Do you need emotional support to realize it's okay to be gay? I could give you pamphlets, books, websites on information and therapy for that. Just let me..." ["I THINK HOMOSEXUALITY IS FINE! I don't think it's an abomination or a sin. It's just....it's just in my line of training..uh....work...there are...obstacles...people...that rise up and make the path difficult. I want to know how to plan out and map my life. Should I stay this course or change it depending upon whether or not I'm gay. I just.... I....just want to...to make...sure."] "Why did you choose me to verify this?" ["Because... I.... knew you were gay.....and...I....like you."] "So this was a way to get a date?" ["No. ... ... ... It's just a way for me... maybe I'm the only one who needs it done this way... but I need to confirm my sexuality. You... you were gay and kind and smart... .... ... and I knew I had a build you like. ..."] "Build I like? What kind..." ["Please... if you promise to do this for me, no questions asked, I will release you. All I ask is that when I free your hands you don't try to remove your blindfold and you don't attempt to make an exit, of which there is only one, by the way. If I see you attempt one of those two things, I'll knock you out and dump you somewhere. I just want you to make out with me so I can see if mentally, physically it's what I respond to. I've never been with anyone, ever. I've had my blood tested for any diseases, just in case, and can show you that paper if you're worried. You can do it however you like best. Just let me know how to bend or lift or whatever. I basically will be a semi-slave to you tonight."] "Alright! Alright... geeze....I'll do it. Although you better have one amazing fuck bod to touch." The abductor bent over and undid the rope on both of Julian's wrists and his ankles, but stood directly in front of the chair. Julian stood up slowly, keeping the blindfold on for even without physically seeing, he could tell them man was a fairly big man. Slowly, gingerly he stuck his hands out and soon came into contact with a fairly thick and full chest. "Geeze...." Julian whispered as he continued to move his hands up the body of his abductor. Groping, caressing, feeling Julian began to get a sense of how big this man was. His own head only came up to about the man's nose or mouth. He has a very thick and powerful neck that was rooted into some pretty damn broad and solid shoulders, which of course sat above some fairly barrel like pecs. Julian's hands then went down and over the flattened peaks of his abductor's relaxed biceps. "You are built like a brick shit house, and a fairly tall and wide one too." ["I'm 6' 4" tall and weight two-hundred thirty five pounds."] "Oh my...." Julian's knees buckled at the thought of the size of this man as well as from being exhausted and hungry not having had lunch or dinner so far this day. ["No worries, I have you."] "Sorry... ... ... I'm a little weak from skipping lunch and dinner...." ["If you want we can stop this and I can get you something to eat first."] "No, no. It's okay. I can do this." Placing his hands on the abductor's chest again, Julian glided them up the neck and reached out for the chin, causing the abductor to flinch his head back and inhale sharply. "Don't worry. I'm not going to try anything stupid. You are built way bigger than me and could knock my head off I believe, or put me into a more permanent state of unconsciousness. And as tall as you are, and assuming you've worked your legs out too and aren't chicken legged, if I attempted to run away, you'd chase me down in minutes." Julian's abductor relaxed and Julian went back to seeing the man's face via his finger tips. The man's chin was strong but not too prominent. The jaw line was pretty square and the cheek bones were set fairly high. Although there was a two day or so worth of stubble on the face, Julian could tell the cheek bones were hidden slightly be a pair of fairly chubby cheeks. "My gawd..." thought Julian. "He has got to have a wonderful set of dimples to look at." Next were the full, pillow-like lips that was below the man's slightly bulbous and wide nose. A thick but well groomed set of eyebrows floated above a pair of eyes that felt as though they might have a slightly outside downward turn to them almost as if he were oriental of some sort. Then the hands reached the top of this behemoth of a man and became entangled in thick mop of hair that hung down to the man's shoulders. ["What do you want me to do?"] "Well, first..." said Julian as he moved his hands down to his abductor's waistband and then run them up inside his shirt."We're going to remove this shirt..." As the abductor reached down with his meaty hands and grabbed a hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up, over, and off his torso and head, Julian sent his hands gliding across the man's abdominals and obliques, then catching up to the man's pecs, giving the nipples a squeeze. The whole time Julian was getting harder and harder in his pants over how built this man was, and now how hairy he was - he could run his fingers through it on his chest. Tall, built, hairy... this man's body had almost everything Julian ever wanted in a man. "Oh gawd, he can't be handsome... if he's handsome then I'll... and what a fuckin' eight pack. I could trace that all...." ["Pardon?"] "Nothing! Nothing... just kind of mumbling to myself." Julian kept alternating hands left and right, back and forth, letting each one massage a nip, or stroke the obliques, or trace the abs. He kept this up for quite some time until wrapping his arms around the abductor's neck, he spoke. "What I need you to do now, if were truly going to see if you're gay, is to pick me up and support me either around the waist or under my ass." As the abductor did so, Julian lip locked him giving him one of the deepest, most passionate kisses he had ever given a man. Julian wasn't sure who this was, even after being told the man knew him somehow from somewhere, but that feeling, that instinct that he somehow knew the man quite well was talking over along with a burning desire the more he felt the man's granite like body. The man although surprised at first by the kissing motion, began to return it back just as equally passionate, and when Julian began to use his tongue to caress the abductor's tongue, the abductor followed suit pressing his full pillow like lips even deeper towards Julian. Julian ran his hands through the man's thick hair, over the plinth like neck, across the mountain mounding traps, skimmed over some bowling ball like delts, and finally after caressing the tris and running a finger to trace the quickly rising blood vessel across the top of flat yet still quite mounded bicep, begged the man to flex one for him so he could cup it in his hand. The feeling of the large ball of biceps was almost enough on its own to make Julian reach an early climax. "I need you to put me down and for you to get out of those pants." ["You will trick me. You will leave me once they are around my ankles."] "No.... I will stay here, I promise." The man did as he was told to do so, even taking off his socks and shoes in the process. When the man announced that had stripped out of his lower clothing, Julian dropped to his knees and asked for the man's foot. Raising his foot, the man allowed it go slightly limp as Julian moved it to position it on one of his thighs. Upon contact Julian let out a small gasp. ["Are you alright?"] "Yes. I expected you to have decent sized feet, being a tall man and all, but these are getting up there." ["Is that a problem?"] "No..." and Julian swallowed hard before answering. "It's a turn on. They feel about as long as a ruler, maybe slightly longer. They are wide too, thick, meaty. They're just as muscular as your upper body is." ["Size sixteen, 4E wide."] Once again Julian swallowed hard as he began to caress the man's foot with both of his hands, massaging and rubbing them, running his finger between the man's toes. Eventually he moved his hand across the arches and ankles, through the hair on the man's legs up the shin and across the back to grab a hold and kneed the man's very ample calves. The abductor's ankles were as thick as his wrists and the calves were hard dramatic sized diamonds. Julian shuddered out a breath, realizing, calculating in his mind that this man was overly blessed in the genetics department. He was incredibly thick in a regular, average, skinny state, which meant that he could blow up far more than what he was now and carry an insane amount of muscle weight on this frame. Tracing the hamstring up to the thigh bicep, Julian caressed the abductor's thigh, moving his left hand to trace and feel the crevices and mounds of the tear drop shapes, while his right traveled up to, run into, cup, and grab the bulging, bubble butt cheeks. These legs matched his torso in being so full and stacked with defined, dense, muscle. If the man snapped his leg straight, knees locked, foot pointed, it became a massive column for Julian to climb and cling around like a growing vine of ivy. Suddenly Julian pushed himself away. "I can't do this. Go stand on the other side of this barn!" ["What? What is wrong? What is the matter? I don't understand."] "I just can't. No... this is wrong... I won't. Stand on the other side. GET AWAY FROM ME!" ["Is there something wrong with my body? I thought you liked very muscular men. Am I too hairy, perhaps I should shave?"] "It matters not if you shave! I just can't. It can't happen. I need you to leave... me... alone!" ["I... I'm sorry... for... whatever I did... please... please I need you to finish this.... I need to know..."] "How are you feeling right now?" ["Confused.... scared...incredibly lonely now that your touch has stopped. Extremely upset at the thought of upsetting you. Losing you...even though I don't really have you because I..."] "You were turned on and you don't want the feeling to end. You're feeling a physical and emotional loss at its sudden stop. All this from the touch of a man. Have you ever felt this way towards a woman?" ["No."] "Alright. Then trust me, you are gay. How are you hanging now? Still erect, or soft?" ["Soft... ...suddenly very soft....I think the shock and feelings of guilt and embarrassment have made it even recede slightly less than normal."] "Alright. I did this out of selfishness." ["Did...what?"] "Pushed you away. I was hoping it would make you flaccid. If you're going to keep me here, make me do this to you, then I need to get something out of it for my own sake. I want to feel you get aroused. I want to feel it become erect in my hands, and if your body is any hint of what you might be packing, I'm going to fuckin' love this." Julian motioned for the man to come back towards him. When Julian could feel the presence of the abductor's body near him, he got back down on his knees, reached out and felt for the man's crotch. He wasn't displeased or surprised. "Holy shit..." Julian gasped. "You had better be just a shower or I'm going to be in big trouble..." The man pulled his body back a little and blushed all over. Julian could feel the heat rise and radiate all over the abductor and feel the man's stance shift into one that was coy and shy instead of the usual confident and aggressive. "Do... ....do you know how big you are?" ["Eight and a half inches soft."] "A..aan....and e...erect?" ["Eleven and three-fourths by six"] "Holy shit.... fuckin' beast...." Despite his now slight apprehensions, Julian reached out and began to caress and stroke the abductor's mighty cock with his right hand. His left hand went past to cup and fondle the man's balls, which felt as equally larger than an average man's testicles as the abductor's cock did. Within seconds, Julian's thumb glancing across the man's scrotum had the abductor moaning in pleasure. In only a minute or two, Julian's right hand felt the abductor's cock surge and swell, throb and bob, lurch and lengthen, tighten and thicken. It grew impossibly hard and straight like an iron bar with a many a veins crossing over it and a clear and firm penile raphe underneath. The head quickly out grew it's hood of excess penile tissue, the abductor being an uncut man. That head grew a bit thicker and fatter than the rest of the penis forming a perfect helmet at the end of such a long shaft. Fully erect the abductor's penis just stuck straight out from his body. Its own length and thickness making it too heavy to physically rise and point upward and smack the man's abs on its own. It did however bob and bounce like a fishing rod, each and every time a pulse of blood coursed through it. Once fully erect it didn't take long for Julian to stop his stroking procedure and begin sucking on it in true sucker and lollypop style. The abductor shuddered and moaned as Julian's lips encompassed his cock head and form a seal around it. He uttered and sputtered as Julian's head moved forward, causing his lips to do the same and caress that shaft as long and as far as he could. Julian did all manner of tricks to suppress his gag reflex, which was being activated more and more by the super shaft filling his mouth and then throat. Soon his tongue went to work, swirling round and round the shaft, tracing the raphe and licking the underside of the cock from base to piss slit, before beginning an in and out dart and flick session that traced the crown of the head and flicked the slit until the abductor began squirming and wriggling in mad, mad ecstasy. ["AUGH!...FUCK!....WHAT...HUH HUH HUH....WHAT THE HELL...ARE.....ARE YOU....DOING TO ME!?"] Julian didn't break his contact to inform the abductor at exactly what this was. Instead he kept working and working the mega meat until he was able to take it all the way down so that his chin tickled the abductor's balls while his nose were tickled by the abductor's public hair. The abductor couldn't hardly take it anymore. His legs began to contort. His feet and toes began to curl. Slowly, small strides at first, he began to step forward, pushing Julian more and more until they hit one of the great walls of hay. It was at that moment the abductor heard a pop. "Take me.... take me now. I don't care that you're my abductor. That you have kidnapped me. I need to feel you in my lower parts now!" Julian jumped towards the man, his arms clinging around the man's bull neck, his legs wrapping around the tight waist, his lips planting a firm, firm kiss on the man's lips. The abductor wasn't sure what to do, so with just hands and body for guides, Julian finally got himself lowered onto the abductor's dynamic dong and showed the man what it felt like when one takes a tight, tight, ass balls deep. ["Oooooh my gawd! I....I.....it feels.... IT FEELS!...."] "Shut up and develop a rhythm to your pounding. Get into that....lose... UGH! your. ... OH!...s...self and go with the rhythm. OH OH OH OH FUCK!" Julian's back and shoulders were being pushed up and back, digging into the hay bales, individually pieces of straw stabbing and slightly cutting into him. His hole felt like it was being stretched and stretched and stretched while his insides felt as though they were being moved around. The abductor felt like he had found a jacking machine that finally fit him. Waves of pleasure crashing over and overwhelming his mind and senses. His primal instincts took over, leading his body into that natural rhythm of pounding and ramming. It wasn't too long after this... ["Oh.... oh... AIEE! I'M GONNA.... OH SHIT....IT'S GONNA...GONNA!"] In a quick motion, the man stepped sideways and Julian felt his back exposed to air. The man pushed Julian off of his cock with a loud pop and then suddenly became spastic. ["Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh HUH HUH AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH AH HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK HUH HUH AH SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HMMMMMMMGRRRRRRFFFFFFF HUH HUH HUH OOOOH!"] Having landed on his feet, Julian stood there, in front of the man, in absolute amazement. Despite the man falling on his knees and Julian being a couple of feet away from him, the man managed to shot his load across and up the distance to splatter on the front of Julian's shirt. The realization sent a spasm down Julian's spine, over his ass, across and into his balls, which in turn sent a sensation up his cock and there Julian shook and shivered in orgasm. Julian heard the man moan a bit more and then the sound of his body collapsing backwards to the ground. He also manage to deduce that he had to be in the opening that led to the doors of the barn. "Fuck it..." he thought to himself. "It'd only help prove my story if I'm found pants less. Leave the jeans behind." And in a swift motion, he blindly reached and jumped above him, near the edge of the tunnel and latched onto the strings of one of the hay bales. With a bit of struggle and jumping, he managed to weaken the bale that was the cornerstone of the arch and soon he could hear and feel the multitude of stacked bales above him coming down. Julian then turned and ran out the tunnel. ["No! Wait! Auuuuugh!"] Julian removed his blindfold once he could tell he was out of the bales of hay. He stumbled slightly as his eyes adjusted to the light and began to see again. "Damn, this barn is huge!" Julian never stopped running as he could hear his abductor roaring in panic and stack was shifting constantly. This man was not only large and strong enough, he was well versed and practiced in hay baling and pitching. The man was almost clear of the fallen hay bales by the time Julian got to the barn door and managed to pull it open far enough for him to get through. Hearing the heavy footsteps breaking in to a run, Julian knew that an escape via a driveway or pasture run wasn't an option. Instead, he had to go into the house and hope that he could lock and barricade himself in and his abductor out and make a phone call for help. Still blinking his eyes to adjust and clear his vision, Julian spotted and stumble ran towards the house, hearing the barn door not only being pulled open slightly wider but practically being flung open the entire way in one fell swoop. He ran and ran his footsteps beginning to bound and bounce like a jack rabbit, but his attacker, his abductor, despite making plodding sounds like a bull, began to prove he's more like a Clydesdale horse. Julian wondered if he would make to the house in time, when suddenly there was a blinding light that over took the whole yard. "Oh shit, I set off automatic flood lights....can't see..." Julian heard the word, ["fuck!"] behind him and the heavy sounds of large feet and man they're attached too fumbling and falling. He never heard the final thud, though. At that same moment he tripped and fell, face first to be planted firmly into the ground, his feet high in the air.