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I could hardly sleep the night before I was to leave for Chicago. Every time I was just about to sleep, my mind would start to wander about what would happen the following day. Thoughts of me worshipping every inch of Chase’s huge body worked their way into my mind. Thoughts of making his already huge muscles grow even bigger and stronger. Suddenly I would find my self jacking off, on the verge of cumming and needing to stop myself. “I can’t cum now” I kept telling myself. I promised I would wait so that when we met I would be primed and ready to blow and shower him in the offering that was my load. After a few hours of tossing and turning I decided to do some more reading in Atlas’ tome to determine what else I could do with it. As with the legend of Atlas, most of the spells in his tome were centered around physical enhancement. Mostly strength and size augmentation spells, however there were a few that he admits to have “borrowed” from the other deities of his time. It seems that before he was punished to “hold up the sky”, Atlas was quite the Titan. Just like in the “normal” Greek mythology, the Titans predated the Gods and Goddesses of the Pantheon. Their power was great and they were the rulers of their time. Each seemed to have a desire for certain powers that manifested in their respective myths. In the case of Atlas, he desired size and strength above all else. He felt that sheer size and physical power were the most important and could overcome anything in the universe. I was inclined to agree with him after the spectacle I had seen only a few days earlier. Not to mention the best night of my life that I would have the following night. The thought of all that huge hard muscle flexing for me to touch, lick, caress… No! I can’t think about it. Once again without my realizing it, I had drifted off to sleep as the next thing I knew I was being awoken by my alarm clock. Still half asleep I stumbled into the shower and proceeded to clean up. Once done and toweled off, I made my way for my dresser to get my work clothes when I stumbled on the packed suitcase on the floor. “Ouch! Damnit what the hell did I…” Of course! I wasn’t working today, I was leaving for Chicago! I started laughing at my own stupidity as I looked for a pair of regular clothes to wear for the day. I went about my daily routine: getting breakfast, flipping through the newspaper, watching a little TV, then at last checked my emails and messages. I had a couple of messages from fellow muscle enthusiasts who were both wishing me well and cursing my fortune of meeting Chase in person, not to mention spending the night with him worshiping his glorious body (and making him grow, but I didn’t tell them that!). I printed out the copy of the email that Chase had sent to me with the hotel name and address and where the contest was taking place. There was also what he called a “head shot” so I would recognize him at the airport. I laughed at not only the absurdity of needing a photo to recognize him, but the fact that his “head shot” was from about the waist up with him shirtless giving me a most muscular pose and grinning mischievously at me. Well I was both laughing and hard as fucking steel when I saw that pic. He looked FANTASTIC! If he didn’t win this contest I would storm the stage and knock the judge’s heads together a few times! I chuckled at the picture a few more times and then started nervously pacing the room. I had been in debate with myself for the past half-hour as to whether or not I wanted to bring the tome with me on the trip. I had memorized the muscle growth spell so I didn’t really need it, but it could prove to have some other spells we could play around with. I had just packed the book in my carry on bag when I noticed that I had to leave then or I would be late arriving at the airport. I must have broken about a half dozen laws by the time I pulled into the parking lot of the airport. I was so excited that I kept speeding up and had almost gone flying past a police officer doing somewhere around 90. I went into the airport and did the normal check in procedure. I got my one extra bag checked, my tickets printed and pointed towards my terminal (which was pointless since this airport only had 6 of them!) I still had about a half-hour before my flight was to begin boarding so I got the tome out and began reading it again. “That’s a very impressive book sir. Might I ask where you acquired it?” I looked up with a start and saw a very well dressed (not to mention handsome) man looking down at me. “Oh this? I bought it from a seller online about a week ago. Just something I’ve been searching for. I’m kind of a collector of ancient books and manuscripts. Though my collection only spans one bookshelf!” The guy laughed softly and nodded his head. “I’m actually a collector as well, though my collection spans much more then one book shelf. From the look of that book it’s from Ancient Greece, am I right?” “Yes it is. It’s missing quite a few pages and is reportedly part of a set though the other ones have never been found.” "I though so. I'd like to give you my card. As I said, I'm a collector and if you are ever interested in selling that book, give me a call. I assure you I will pay top dollar for it." I reached out and took the card from him. "Alright. I don't think I will, but I'll keep it in mind" "That's all I ask for. Well if you'll excuse me, I need to catch my flight. Have a safe trip." He smiled at me as he grabbed his bag and left the terminal. "You too" I called to him. I looked back to my book for a moment then back up to ask him another question, but he was gone. "Attention all passengers, we will now begin boarding for Flight 2589 to Chicago. Please have your boarding pass ready” My heart leapt. That was me. That was my flight. I'm one step closer to meeting Chase in person. One step closer to worshiping his huge body in real life. I repacked the book into my carry-on and walked to the attendant. After a few minutes to find my seat, stow my luggage and strap in, the excitement flooded my brain again. I was going to meet Chase! I was going to see in live, in person. I was going to get to feel his huge body under my hands, and not just with my imagination. I was... getting a massive hardon while in my seat! Glancing around I tried to quickly, though covertly adjust myself and take my mind off of what was going to happen in just a few hours. Thankfully all of the other passengers were preoccupied putting their luggage away and getting into their seats as well to notice me. I have to take my mind off of this. I need to think of something, ANYTHING else. I plugged in my airline headset and changed the “station” to the tower so that I could listen to the radio chatter. After a few moments I was able to get a basic grasp of the lingo and determined we were next in line for take off. Sure enough we began accelerating and soon were airborne. “Excuse me ma’am, where is the luggage claim for our flight?” I asked the attendant once we had departed the terminal in Chicago. “Down the stairs and to the left. Yours should be on turnstile 4.” She smiled as she gave me the reply. “Thank you very much” I then grabbed my carry-on and headed for baggage claim. It only took a few minutes before the belts started moving and the bags made there way down from wherever they were and people started to pick them up. Mine was of course one of the last few to appear, but I simply grabbed it and made my way towards my rental car. Thankfully this process took far less time since I am a VIP member. From here on out it was simply picking my car and navigating my way to the hotel. “Room 280. The elevator is just down the hall and your room should be just past it. Here is a map to detail all our emergency exits as well as the location of the pool and restaurant. Enjoy your stay!” “I’m sure I will. Thank you very much” Damn. If I weren’t here to meet a total stud, the guy behind the register would be hard to pass up. Especially with a few “modifications”. I smiled politely but also a bit suggestively as I made my way over to the elevator. I had gotten to the hotel a bit ahead of schedule so I decided to go for a quick swim to pass the time. Chase’s flight wouldn’t be in for at least another hour or so and maybe a swim would calm me down so I didn’t jump him the second he walked in the door! I changed into my trunks, grabbed a towel and made my way down to the pool. The water felt so good on my skin and was just what I needed. I swam a few laps and took a quick soak in the hot tub to really get relaxed then made my way to the front desk. “I’m suppose to be meeting a friend here, has he stopped by or left a message for me? Room 280.” “Let me check for you.” Brief pause “No messages I’m afraid. I will let you know when there is though.” “Okay. Thank you again.” As I was about to turn away I swear I caught a hint of a smirk on his face. Did he know? I’m sure he has this kind of thing happen all the time in a big city like this. I shrugged it off and went back to my room. I opened the door and went into the bathroom to change back into my regular clothes and dry my hair. After some mild primping I decided I’d go and watch some TV until I got a call from the front desk. When I opened up the door and turned the corner I almost screamed. There, sitting like he owned the place was Chase! “Well it’s about damn time. Where have you been?” He gave me that sexy ass smirk and I thought I would melt. “I… I… what the hell are you doing here?” I couldn’t hold back my shock as I was near jaw dropping. He gave me another smirk and a light laugh and I thought I would shoot right then. “Got an earlier flight. Figured I’d surprise you.” He started to get up from the bed and walk over to me. “Well I am definitely surprised. But how did you get in? I’ve got the key and the guy at the front desk said no one had checked in yet.” Another laugh. “I gave him $20 and a quick flex to not tell you that I was here and he gave me a key.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “I thought I saw him smirk at me when I was leaving. Looks like you’ve charmed yet another poor soul with your amazing body.” He was now almost upon me. Mere inches away. I could smell his musk mixed with cologne to make a nearly intoxicating blend. “Maybe. He did seem receptive to the idea. However for now, he’s just a fan. You, my dear sweet worshiper, are my sole focus right now. I can sense your desire. How much you are dying to feel me. But more so, make me grow. You want to give me more muscle, more size, more strength. You want to make me a living God of muscle.” His voice got lower and lower with each passing word till it was barely above a whisper. He also was getting even closer too. Until he was a mere hairs breath away from me. “I do.” I couldn’t say any more. That was all that needed to be said. My heart was pounding so loudly I’m sure that even he could hear it. I felt both energized and immobile. I couldn’t move though I was desperate to. My whole body tingled with desire to feel every inch of this man and to use every ounce of know how at my disposal to make him even more of a God then he was now. “Well? What are you waiting for? An invitation?” He smirked again and I lunged. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with the passion of a thousand men. For a few seconds he seemed stunned, but soon I felt his arms start to wrap around my back and returning the kiss back with equal enthusiasm. Seconds turned into minutes as we stood there simply making out. This felt better then I could have ever dreamed of. Here I was, making out with quite possibly the hottest guy I have ever seen and this was only the start. I felt his arms around me. Pulling me closer, making sure that I could feel his muscle even through the clothes. He was so massive already I was almost unsure about making him bigger. “God you’re amazing” I said in between breaths. By now I was trying to get his shirt off so I could see and feel his rippling body without any interference. When I finally got it over his head I gasped which made him smile. Immediately I leaned back in and started to kiss his pecs. Big slabs of pure muscle lay beneath a thin layer of skin that were hard to the touch. I made my way down to his right nipple and started to kiss and bite on it. I heard him gasp and looked up to see his head roll back. When it came back he was smiling broadly. “You’re not so bad yourself man. Now, what do you say we liven things up? Make me grow man. Make me a fucking monster of muscle.” “Your wish is my command my soon-to-be Muscle God.” Again he smiled like a kid on Christmas and licked his lips. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another deep kiss. I obliged for a few moments before pulling away. “If you want to grow, I need to breathe, not to mention speak. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride” I gently pushed him back to the bed and made him sit down. He looked up at me with such yearning and desire that it was hard to keep focused, but eventually I automatically started to say the spell. I could feel his muscles beneath my hands start to expand and grow. He moaned deeply and started to flex for me. First a glorious double biceps pose. My hands traced his across his shoulders, feeling the lines and ridges of muscle until they found the mountains in the distance. I took a sharp breath when I felt them. They were so hard under my hands. He pumped them again and again for me making the mounds swell more and more with each completion of the pose. He would flex hard at the top making sure that I could really feel the muscle as it expanded and grew. He stopped and grabbed my hands to place them on his pecs. Such power could be felt under my hands as I concentrated on making them grow. Chase flexed them over and over for me. First together, then each on its own to show me the control he had over his expanding body. Bigger and bigger he grew all over, but his pecs were just a bit larger then the rest of him at this point. I slowly knelt down letting my hands flow down his body across his ripped abs. Even relaxed they were hard as stone but then he flexed them. His stomach rippled like liquid steel before forming into eight perfect blocks of muscle. I traced each bulge with my fingers. The grooves and mounds of his midsection then out to his ripped obliques. His waist shrunk a bit during the process but it only helped to make him look that much bigger. While totally engrossed with his torso, I suddenly heard a slight rip. I glanced down to see that I hadn’t removed his pants and his legs were now bursting through them. I went to undo his pants so we could remove them when I felt his hands on mine. “No don’t. Let me hulk out of them. I’ve always wanted to and now I can.” I wasn’t about to argue with him and the fact that the act of him stopping me put his torso into a semi most muscular pose made me forget all about his lower half. His pecs were absolutely huge now! Bigger then I had ever seen and they were still growing. His arms were massive as they fought with his pecs for the space to continue to grow. The ripping was now more frequent and louder as I started to see his thighs from where the seam of his pants used to exist. Larger and larger his legs grew and so did the tears in his pants. I felt the fabric straining to contain the mass that was his thighs. They were pressing against each other harder and harder now and he had to readjust his legs to make room. Soon the seams were completely torn and the pants were hanging from his waist. Finally he allowed me to take them off so I could see his legs in all their pumped up muscle glory. His legs were perfect. I mean in the truest sense of the word: PERFECT! Huge, hard, defined, ripped. The epitome of what bodybuilder’s legs should look like were now his and they kept growing with every breath. So much muscle was crammed onto his frame now that he almost looked cartoonish. But to me he just looked like perfection. My every dream and fantasy made flesh and right here for me to touch. With my hands still on his titanic thighs, I leaned in again to kiss him. The last of his growth slowed once I stopped chanting and I was now able to see the beauty and majesty that I had created. He stood up, now at least 6’4” and packed to the hilt with bulging muscle. He walked (well waddled once he got aquatinted with is new size) to the mirror to see just how huge he was. He gasped, making his chest swell with size. Then he moaned. A deep lustful moan of appreciation for what I had given him. His hands started to travel his body. From his gigantic biceps, to his mammoth chest. Ripped abs to his redwood thighs. I saw his cock start to swell in his shorts. Bigger it rose as he felt (well more like gropped) his now super heavyweight body. Just when I thought the underwear could take no more he suddenly stopped and turned to me. Grinning that Cheshire cat way he did he started towards me. A mountain of muscle slowly coming at me taking up more and more of my field of vision. When he was again mere inches away from me he leaned down, as he was now taller then I, and with the volume just above a whisper said: “Now let’s have some REAL fun”

I have no idea how long I stood there just reveling in the feelings that still lingered in my body. One of my deepest lifelong dreams had just been realized so I was doing everything possible to memorize everything about this moment and what had just happened. I kept staring at the now muscle hunk that was staring back at me in the mirror. “That’s me” I said to no one. “That’s actually me”. I finally relaxed my arms and stood there still trying to catch my breath. My eyes would not stay in one spot for long as I tried to soak in every inch of my body now both in the mirror and by looking at it in the flesh. I was afraid to break contact with the mirror earlier just incase it would break the illusion, but I was shocked and ecstatic when I looked down and saw all the bulging, writhing masses of muscle that now existed under my shirt and skin. Still shaking, I brought my hand up and felt my chest. I was rewarded with the feeling of firm muscle beneath a very taunt shirt. My hand wandered down to my nipple and gave it a slight twist. Dear God I nearly shot again! Never have my nipples been so sensitive to cause a feeling like that! Taking a deep breath I did it again and moaned so loudly I’m surprised I didn't wake the neighbors… of course if they hadn't been roused by now, they wouldn't be. Suddenly I was brought back to reality as I heard my computer ding repeatedly. Shit! I forgot I was suppose to chat with Chase tonight! I have mentioned him right? No? Hmm… are you sure? Could have sworn that I did… well anyway, Chase is a bodybuilder that I’ve chatted with a few times online. Great guy who has given me tons of advice for in the gym and just to chat in general. Only downside: he’s one of those guys who will only let you see him on cam if you pay. I’ve been dying to see him for weeks now as he’s been teasing me with pics of not only his huge sexy body, but his gorgeous face. Chase is one of those guys who I was always of two minds about. I was incredibly jealous of their good fortune to be not only good looking, but built, as well as being incredibly attracted to them because of their looks and body. I began walking over to the computer to bring it out of the screensaver to see what he had typed. Wow… walking was a WHOLE new experience! I stopped after a couple of steps and laughed as I realized how much bigger I had actually become. I paused for a few seconds then started walking back towards the computer. Once there I moved the mouse and my screen flickered back to my desktop. His chat box was still flashing on my screen with several messages, most of which were: “Hello?” or “Are you there?”. I clicked the window and quickly typed a reply. “Hey! Sorry, was busy with something and lost track of the time. How’s it going?” “Bout time man! Must have been pretty important for you to forget about our appointment!” “Yeah it was.” I stopped for a minute debating on whether or not to tell him anymore, but decided that for now, the less he knew, the better. “What was it?” Hmm.. now what? Should I tell him the truth? Lie? A mix of both? “I got a book today that I’ve been waiting for almost 6 months for. I was so excited to finally get it that I started to read it and just got caught up in it.” There. Not technically a lie, but not the whole truth either. Course that makes me sound like a… “You’re such a nerd. Always with your books. J Anyway, are you ready for an amazing, knock your socks off show?” Well to be honest, after the show I just saw, there’s very little he could do that would impress me. “Of course! The book was good, but this has been on my mind all day!” “Cool. Just give me a few minutes to get set up. Make sure you’ve got your cam on and ready to go. I like to see my audience’s reaction J” Shit! Now what? He can’t see me like this! He’s used to the “other” me. “Do I have to? I don’t have anything ready and it would take a while to set up. Besides I’m not really ‘presentable’ right now.” Again, not quite a lie, but not the truth either. I don’t think I’m going to be able to get out of this so I ran to the bathroom quick and grabbed both the scale and a tape measure. If I was going to have to revert to my old self, I was going to see just how much I had grown during my “experiment” I went into the bathroom, turned on the light and was again greeting by the awesome sight that was my new body. It’s amazing the effect a few pounds of muscle will have on your body! At least, I assume it was only a few pounds. It took quite a bit of will to tear myself away from… myself to grab the scale and tape to take my new measurements. When I was back to my computer I checked for any other messages from Chase and when I saw that there weren’t any, I put the scale down and stepped on. It only took a few seconds for the readout to come to a stop and when it did I was completely taken aback: I hadn’t gained a single pound! I stepped off the scale and stepped back on only to have the same result. I was the exact same weight I was before I started! How is this possible? I was CLEARLY bigger then I had been before I started but according to the bathroom scale, I wasn’t. It took about 5 minutes for me to finally have my “Eureka” moment and realize that of course I was the same weight! Human Transmutation, like most aspects of alchemy can only use the materials at hand to provide the change. Since I had not added any additional mass to my body during the process, the spell used what resources that were available to provide the growth. Mainly the excess fat in my body provided the fuel for my new muscles. I pulled up my shirt and saw that although I had a remarkable looking six pack, there was still a bit of fat around my midsection. I hadn’t gained any weight, it had merely been changed and redistributed as muscle in my body. Laughing at my own stupidity, I turned back to the computer as it had just dinged again signaling a message from Chase. “Not presentable? Dude there is very little that you could look like that I haven’t seen before.” HA! Well I’m sure that my sudden transformation into a middleweight bodybuilder would definitely count as one of those few things! “Doesn’t matter if your naked, we both know why you want to do this cam chat and it’s not like I’ve never seen it before! Hell! I got a dick of my own so it’s no big shocker!” I couldn’t help but laugh at that statement. “No I’m not naked. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.” I walked back over to the tome and flipped through the pages to find the reversal spell which only took a few flipped pages to find. I took one last, long look at my newly acquired jock body before giving a heavy sigh and said the spell. As predicted it only took about a minute or so for everything to get put back where it was. “Well it was nice while it lasted.” I said mournfully. “Course I can always get it back later… and then some!” I gave myself a sly, almost evil looking grin in the mirror and heard the computer ding a few times signaling yet again that Chase was ready to start. Without realizing it I had walked back to the computer with the tome in hand and set it down on the desk. “Are you finally ready?” Chase prompts. “Yep. I’m ready to go.” I turned my web cam on and invited him to view it. I set myself to invisible to everyone else so as not to be annoyed by others wanting to chat and watch me on cam. I made sure the lighting was right so he could see me properly and when the option arose, clicked on the accept button to view his cam. After a few seconds of waiting while the computers connected and I was receiving his video stream, I was rewarded to a semi close up view of his face as he sat at his desk. “Oh wow.” Again talking to no one as he could not hear me. He was more handsome then I remember and he wore a tight tee shirt that hugged his body just perfectly. Once he knew I had video he flashed a brilliant smile that made me utter another “Wow”. About 10 seconds had passed with me just starring at him before I finally realized that I was on the clock… I think anyway. “So does my time start the moment there is a connection or when you start flexing? Cause as much as I'm enjoying the view, it’s not entirely what I am paying for.” A few seconds of lag time, a laugh from him, then: “I’ll start timing in a little bit. Still getting the lighting adjusted so you can see me at my best.” I looked back and sure enough the light and shadows seemed to move all around the room as he was adjusting the light source from off cam. While I waited for him to get ready, my hand was drumming Atlas’ tome. I suddenly realized it and was about to put it away when I thought I might as well give myself all the bang for the buck I can get. I need to make sure to do this right though. I can’t make him too big that he’ll notice otherwise he might realize it’s me and want an explanation. At least I can give him one hell of a pump as well as some other minor modifications. I think I saw something in here… AH! Here it is. This might prove to be fun. A little spell to increase the bodies natural energy. Give Chase some extra energy to make sure he is at the top of his game and giving 100% for me. I looked at his cam window and saw he was still futzing with the lighting. “Now’s as good a time as any I guess.” I quickly memorized the spell and concentrated on Chase. At first nothing was really noticeable, but then you could tell he was getting a bit more anxious with the cam and the light, almost on the verge of fidgeting. He started looking like an overactive 8 year old with the body of a hardcore lifter. He would clench and unclench his fists and from what I could see in the broken feed, he was flexing random muscles trying to use up the sudden burst of energy. It was really interesting and slightly funny to watch. “You okay there stud? You look a little jumpy.” Even the ding from my message made him jump a bit. I wonder if I overdid it a bit? “Yeah I’m fine. I guess I’m just rearing to go. I’ve got so much energy all of a sudden and I swear my muscles are begging to be worked again even though I just got back from the gym.” “Hmm. Well then let’s give them what they want. I’m ready to go when you are.” I kicked back in my chair and started to rub my cock through my briefs. Even though I had just cum about 10 minutes ago I was ready to do it again in earnest. “What do you want to see? This is for you so let me know what you want.” Hmm… good question.. What did I want to see? Other then the obvious of his muscles flexing huge and hard? “Well how bout just light warm ups first? Just do various flexes while sitting there. Bi’s, tri’s, chest, etc. Leave the shirt on for a bit. I love to watch how the fabric strains to contain you.” Not to mention how hot it will be when your muscles start to expand while still within the confines of your shirt! “Alright man. Just let me know when you’re ready.” “I’m ready when you are.” I expanded his camera window to cover most of the screen, leaned back and watched him begin. First he made sure that he was centered in the cam image so that I could see all of him… well all of him from about the chest up. Then he slowly brought his right arm up into a single biceps pose. My cock went from semi hard to full mast in the time it took to complete the pose. Pictures can only do so much as they capture a moment in time, but video reveals all. I saw as his arm slowly pressed against the fabric of his sleeve until the short sleeve was forced down into the space between the shoulder and biceps revealing the entire glorious peak. My mouth fell open and I felt myself begin to salivate at the sight of that arm. While it was not the best biceps I had ever seen, there was something that I was inexorably drawn to about it. He flexed it over and over again making the veins more pronounced and trying to build back the pump he had from the gym. I could feel myself starting to leak precum again and knew that I had to stop or I was going to blow again and far too soon. I pulled both my hand from my cock and my eyes from the screen to find the page that would allow me to give Chase the pump of a lifetime. I looked back at the screen and saw him switch arms and do the same with the left as he had with the right. His rhythm and control were the same as before. This man was in control of his body. Each fiber seemed to responded to whatever task he had set out for it… at least for now. Soon this glorious stud’s muscles would be under my control and respond with much more then just a pump. I found the page I had been searching for, quickly skimmed the spell and looked back at my screen just in time to see him back his chair away from the desk and start to flex both arms into a beautiful double bi. This was perfect. A chance for me to hit both arms at the same time. I saw him complete the first rep and started to say the spell focusing on just his biceps instead of the entire body. While the camera could not accurately show me what was happening due to my connection speed and the quality of the picture, I knew it was working. Part of me, my own biceps actually, could feel his biceps expanding with size. He would look over at his arms as he flexed over and over again obviously loving the feeling though dismissing it as merely a good pump. After another half dozen or so times of flexing his arms, he stopped and pulled his chair back to the desk. Once closer, he started to flex each arm as close to the camera as possible making me wish more and more that he was here in person so I could feel the changes take place. After a few more bicep flexes he started to flex his triceps. I started to say the spell while focusing solely on these impressive looking horseshoes on my screen. It was obvious that Chase could feel what was happening as he started to run his hands over the back of his arms while flexing. Tracing the muscle with his fingers as he flexed it over and over. His arm was probably at least a half to a full inch bigger then it had been when he rotated and started on the other arm. Again he would caress the muscle as he flexed it over and over making the muscle seem to appear from nowhere and almost jump from the bone. He flexed a few more times before he moved closer to the desk again to type a message. “Man I feel great! You are one lucky fucker I’ll tell you that. I feel so pumped now. You should feel how tight these guns are against my shirt. I feel like I could rip out of it just by flexing!” I laughed. If he only knew that HE was the lucky fucker to be chatting with me. “Well at the rate you were going, you probably could rip out of it! Your arms do look bigger then when you started.” I smirked as I sent the message. When I was pulling my hands away from the keyboard, I looked down and noticed that not only were his arms bigger, but I think mine were too! I pulled up the sleeves and sure enough there was more definition and size to my arms. I started to flex my arms as if to test that I was not still recovering from my previous size. There was no mistaking it. It was very subtle, but they had definitely grown. I remembered that I had my cam on and that Chase could see me flexing my own arms and staring at them with a look of total shock. I quickly pulled my arms down and hoped that he hadn’t seen much but apparently he had. “Trying to compare your arms to mine? You’ve got a long way to go man, but they are looking good. Have you been working out more?” Well sort of. I’ve been working out my magic muscles, not my physical ones but I couldn’t tell him that. “Yeah I have. Just trying to buff up a bit. Guys like you are an inspiration to me for workouts as well as fantasies.” My face got hot and I realized I was blushing though I could not figure out why. He obviously knew what this session was for as he has done so many so why am I embarrassed? “Well keep it up man. You’re looking good. Not as good as me, but then again, no one looks as good as me J” God I love it when guys like him have that slightly cocky attitude. That I’m-hot-and-I-know-it mentality but not to the point that they think they are superior and treat other people like crap. “So what’s next? I’ve got my arms pumped up to the max. You want me to move on to something else?” I smirked and looked directly into the cam. “What do you think?” He smiled and backed up from the desk again. His hands traveled to the base of his shirt and started to pull it up and off. His arms bunched and flexed against his chest and shirt as he pulled it off. This show was just getting started!

"Ex... excuse me?" I stood there mouth agape looking like someone had just slapped me with a 2x4. "The bedroom sir. Or at least the computer room. I will need access to your computer and the Internet to activate your account and set up the additional features on your phone. Since most people have their personal computer in their bedroom I merely assumed that's where yours was located." "Oh. Um... okay. Sure. Th.. that's fine. Um... right this way." I could tell I was as red as could be with embarrassment. I did my best to hide my face, but I'm sure he could tell. He was right though. My computer was in my bedroom and was already running due to my early morning surfing and email. I closed all the windows, logged out of my messengers and offered him my seat. He smiled politely at me and opened up the package he had and withdrew a CD rom, several cords, the phone itself, and a few manuals. He opened up the CD Rom drive on my computer, placed the disk in then turned around to hand me the manuals. "If you'd like, take a look through those while I get this all set up and see if you've got any questions." I reached for the manuals and briefly touched his had. Soft, yet strong was what I felt (not to my surprise of course). Again I felt myself flush and I quickly opened up the manual to try and hide my embarrassment. God! I was acting like a total idiot in front of the hottest guy ever. Surely any previous hopes of him liking me had been shattered by my juvenile actions. Absentmindedly I looked through the book not absorbing a single piece of information. Turning slightly to my left, I began to watch what he was doing on the computer. Of course that lasted for about 10 seconds because my gaze was again drawn to his immense physique. He looked almost comical sitting at my desk in that chair. Like putting a high schooler into a 2nd grade desk. I watched him type and move the mouse to select the various options. Seeing the muscles in his arm tense and ripple as he did so. His massive shoulders so far apart from each other giving him that "T" taper. High traps that nearly met his ears and a thick neck just begging to be touched. While still gazing at his fantastic body, his left arm suddenly went up and started to massage the back of his neck. While doing so, he turned the chair around to meet my gaze. I blinked a couple times as I realized that I was starring. "Everything alright?" Reasonable question. "Yeah. Just waiting for the update. Gonna take a few minutes to finish." He kept massaging his neck and I couldn't help but admire the size and beauty of his arm as he did so. Huge biceps and equally impressive triceps took turns flexing and unflexing with his rubbing. "Sore neck?" I had the words of comedian Bill Engval flash through my mind "Here's Your Sign". What a stupid question! "Yeah. Dozed off on the plane ride so I have a kink in my neck. It's nothing though. Just need to work it out." Feeling suddenly bold I asked: "Would you like me to get that for you? I'm no masseuse, but I can probably reach better then you could." To my great surprise (and pleasure) he smiled. "That would be great." He lowered his arm and turned the chair back around to give me better access to his neck and back. I shifted down to the end of the bed as he backed the chair up to meet me. Taking a deep breath I reached up and put my hands on his neck. Nothing could have prepared me for this feeling! Sure I had given neck rubs before, but never to someone as huge and hard as this guy. I started to rub his traps and neck with my hands in the spot he was just at. Pressing my thumbs and palms as hard as I could into the muscle to try and loosen it up. I didn't think I was making any impact until he let out a slight moan of relief and said that it felt great. With renewed vigor I continued to massage his neck and also started to rub his shoulders and down his back a bit. God he was so huge! This man had to be twice as wide as I was! Mounds of muscle crammed into his back that even though he was relaxed were still hard to the touch. More and more moans were escaping his lips as I continued to kneed his muscular back. Interspaced with the "Feels great" and instructions on where to move my hands to. Finally after about 10 minutes, the download was done and my hands/arms were exhausted. It took a lot of strength to do this job, but I was more then happy that I did. "Feel better?" "Much. Thanks a ton man. Felt fantastic." he gave me that sexy smile again. Fuck this guy was so hot. "Yeah it did. You have a very impressive body man. One of the biggest I've ever seen. Simply amazing." Now it was his turn to blush. "Thanks. Yeah I've always been into bodybuilding even when I was a kid. Always wanted to be bigger and stronger. Love the feeling of all this mass. Plus the ladies love it." It felt like someone had poured ice water down my throat. My stomach turned inside out. It figures that the hottest guy that I have ever seen turns out to be strait. Regaining my composure as best I could, I managed to choke out a reply. "I'm sure they do." Well you have your hopes crushed like that and see what kind of eloquent reply you can come up with! "Course it's the guys reaction I'm more interested in." My head snapped up so fast I thought I gave myself whiplash (which would have been an excellent excuse to get a neck rub in return). He started laughing at my reaction. "Shit man. I thought you understood by now that I was interested in you. Or do I really need to spell it out?" I was flabbergasted. My mouth simply hung open. "Well I... uh... that is... um... you're just so..." Full thoughts! Complete sentences! Jeeze man pull yourself together! "I'm just so... what? Hot?" Without warning he suddenly flexed his right bicep. "Sexy?" His other bicep went up to match its twin. "Irresistible?" Both arms came down into a mind-blowing (and nearly something else blowing) most muscular that tested the shirt he had on in every respect. "Uh...uh... yeah." Was all the more I could do as my brain threatened to explode from the overload I was experiencing. It was too much. Too much pleasure was flooding my brain to think strait. "Glad you think so. Cause I think you're hot too. Thought so right from the start of our conversation last night. That deep voice of yours was really turning me on in my cubicle. Then when you opened the door today I was even more attracted to you. I think you're really sexy and I've been dying to do this for over an hour." All the time he was talking he kept moving closer and closer to me. My breathing quickened at his words. Me? This God among men though I was hot? No one thought I was hot. Ever. Why did he? But I didn't have time to dwell on it because as soon as he was done, he leaned over and started to kiss me. Deep, hard and full of passion. His tongue found mine and began licking every part of me it could get to. His one hand reached up to the back of my head while his other, reached around my waist to bring me even closer to him. My own hands started to feel the massiveness of his body more intimately then a simple massage could offer. I started rubbing and groping his huge pecs through the tight polo shirt. To my satisfaction (or more satisfaction as the case was) he started to flex them under my hands. Together, separately, over and over the muscle would contract and harden under my hands. I found my way to his nipple and started to squeeze it which made him break the kiss and moan with pleasure. While I didn't want to stop the make-out session, it did free my mouth for other tasks it so desperately wanted to accomplish. With my left hand, I brought his right arm up suggesting that I wanted him to flex it. Sure enough he caught on and flexed his bicep with as much enthusiasm as he could. Immediately I launched at his arm and started to kiss, lick and suck that massive mound of muscle for everything I had in me. So big, so hard, so hot. He would flex it over and over again letting that mound expand under my mouth, getting harder as it grew. My right hand continued to caress and play with his pecs. He was grunting now with the effort of flexing for me. "Yeah. Worship that arm. Kiss it. Lick it. Mmmm. You've got such a hot mouth stud." I continued my worship of his flexed bicep for about another minute before he suddenly pulled away. Worried that the fun was over I look expectantly at him. He merely smiled before reaching down to the bottom of his shirt and then pulled it up over his head finally revealing his entire torso to me. "Holy Mother of God!" I gasped. This guy was perfect. P E R F E C T. I could not have dreamed up a better torso if I had years of practice. His pecs looked even bigger now that they were free of their cotton prison and his abs... brick wall doesn't seem to be accurate enough. Eight perfectly symmetrical blocks of muscle sat in waiting just below that gorgeous shelf of pec muscle I had just been feeling. With his shirt now off, he looked at me again grinning. "That's better. Now, where were we?" This time it was him that lunged at me and pinned me under his bulk. I was in heaven. I had always fantasized about a huge guy laying on top of me. Pressing me into the bed. Making me feel just how huge and heavy he was. I wasted no time and started to kiss him again while my hands started to feel the bulges and ridges of his back. I traced them all with my fingers and pulled him even tighter against me. I wanted to feel every part of him. I wanted to be as close to him as anyone could ever be. He rolled over pulling me with him so that I was now laying on top of him and broke the kiss. Gasping for air I looked down at him with the biggest smile on my face. "So what do you think of our customer service?" He asked through that cocky smirk. "Top notch."

It took an immense amount of will to not have my tongue flop out of my mouth and start panting like a dog. My jaw did drop despite my best efforts as the shirt cleared his body and his torso was revealed. The first thing I noticed were his traps. The triangles of muscle connected to his neck just an inch or so below his ears. They were impressive, but they weren’t able to hold my gaze for long. As fast as I was able to drink them in my eyes moved on their own down to his chest. Huge slabs of muscle hung off of his ribcage. Again I found myself salivating at the sight of these mounds of beef as I began fantasizing about licking and kissing each and every inch of them. To suck and bite on those nipples while he flexed them hard under my face. He must have known what I was thinking by the look on my face as he started to flex his pecs over and over again. Every possible way to flex them was done. First together, then separate, bouncing, rolling, every way I could think of to contract those muscles he did and all the while I was reciting the spell to make them grow. Every once in a while I could see his face as he flexed. His brow would be furrowed and his teeth bared like he was growling at me. I was quickly loosing the fight to keep my load the more he flexed. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he suddenly stopped, gave his pecs a quick rub with his hand and started typing. “Man I am so pumped today! I swear it feels like my pecs are bigger then when I started. Guess it must be the audience!” If he only knew… “Well you definitely look bigger that’s for sure. Your pecs look amazing! So huge and hard… I would give anything to bury my face in them and lick every square inch of their magnificence.” “You and everyone else in the world. It’s just weird though. I feel bigger each time I flex for you. More then just a pump. It was like your watching me was making me bigger. Your desire to touch me and worship me was fueling me to grow more. Lol of course if that were possible I’d be huge! Wouldn’t let you do anything but make me grow bigger. Too bad something like that couldn't ever happen.” The fact that I hadn’t passed out from hyperventilating is a sheer miracle. My heart and cock were pounding so hard in my chest you could hear it from ten feet away. Time to test the waters a bit… “Yeah you would be huge. I’d make you a superheavy no problem. But you wouldn’t want to get bigger then that would you?” “Hell yeah I would! I want to be freakishly massive. Bigger then two superheavies combined! What’s the point of bodybuilding if not to become the biggest most massive muscular monster on the planet?” Dear God! This guy is too perfect! Everything I could have ever wanted in a man rolled up into living flesh… and with my help, ever growing flesh. “Wow. That’s awesome! Not many guys I know want to get so huge! Most want to be around 280 or so at the most. You would look so hot with all that muscle crammed onto your frame. Almost completely musclebound.” “Yeah. But still able to move. Granted it wouldn’t be as much, but just enough so that I could pose and flex for you as you make me grow more!” “Mmmm… that sounds like heaven to me. Keep flexing for me. I’ve only got a few minutes of time left and I’m about to shoot the biggest load of my life!” “Alright man, but I want to see how much you want me. See the lust and desire in your face for my body. I want to feel your need to make me grow.” Oh you will! “Oh you will!” Okay, so I couldn’t think of anything witty, sue me! I was in the process of morphing this guy into a total muscle stud beyond what he could do with weights alone. He gave me one more of those megawatt smiles as he backed away from the desk to resume his posing routine. Side chest, double bi, lat spread, all the poses you could think of were done with a fluidity that was shocking considering his size. I kept chanting as I was stroking myself closer and closer to orgasm. Sweat was dripping off of my body and my breaths came in short gasps. I stopped long enough to type “I’m going to shoot” before I felt my balls constrict and the flood of sensation pass through me. I started moaning to the point of yelling at the intensity of my orgasm. My eyes were closed and I was seeing little stars as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me. There was no part of my body that was immune from the intense pleasure that was rocketing through my body. I knew that I had shot at least 5 distinct shots but lost count as my brain was too lost in the sensations. After what could easily have been 15 minutes I was able to open my eyes and try to focus on the world around me. My first realization was that my body felt different, yet familiar. I looked and was simultaneously horrified and elated. My body had grown to almost the same state as it was before. I felt my shirt being pulled in every direction by my pecs, shoulders, lats and arms. I was so absorbed by my own body that I forgot that I was not only on cam, but I still had a few minutes of cam time left with Chase. I looked back at my screen and nearly passed out. Chase was HUGE! It looked like he had gained almost double the muscle I had already given him. Everything looked swollen and pumped beyond belief. His arms had to be close to 26 inches as that was the muscle he was currently flexing with a look of total disbelief on his face. Apparently the admiration for his arms wasn’t strong enough to keep his attention from his chest. His pecs were gigantic. Hard mounds of flesh pressing into one another to create a canyon that would have to be at least 2 inches deep. He started flexing his chest and if I hadn’t have just orgasmed, I would have at that moment. His pecs practically hit him in the face. The muscle bunched up into steel plates so dense he looked practically bulletproof. Even through the poor quality of the cam I was able to see the fibers of muscle as they constricted and hardened. His lats pushed his arms out another few degrees then they used to be and made him look as wide as a door, which he could easily be now coupled with his bowling ball sized shoulders. Huge balls of muscle tensed and flexed with even the slightest movement of his arms. My brain seemed to be torn by what I was seeing. How is this possible? Who cares!? He’s huge! But how? Surely he doesn’t have that much mass to be converted? Again.. who cares!? He’s HUGE! That’s not the point. There’s no way my magic was able to cause this kind of growth. I’m not advanced enough. How many times do I have to say it? WHO CARES!? HE’S HUGE! This is what you wanted and now you’ve got it! You made him grow into a huge muscle stud and he seems to be enjoying it. He…he’s… Actually he does seem to like it. “Are you okay?” Okay… so that classifies as the dumbest possible thing that I could have said at this moment, but what do you expect? My brain was on overload! “Okay? OKAY? Are you KIDDING me? I’m awesome! Look at me! I’m HUGE! What happened? Did you do this to me?” “Well… sort of.” “What do you mean ‘sort of’?” I probably don’t want to make him mad so I think it would be best to just come clean. “Okay, here’s the thing: I’m sort of an alchemist. I’m able to do magic in a particular sort of way. You remember that book I got that I was telling you about? It’s a spellbook from an ancient alchemist. It has spells and potions to alter the human body in all kinds of ways including muscle growth. You weren’t suppose to find out though. I was growing you a little bit throughout the show. You probably felt it but though it was just a pump from all the flexing you were doing.” I watched his face while he read my message go from pure disbelief, to a possible acceptance. “But it’s not possible though. Magic isn’t real.” Like I said, possible acceptance. “Really? Then how do you explain this? How do you explain your sudden burst of growth or mine for that matter? Don’t tell me you can’t see the difference? You think it’s a dream? Or some kind of allergic reaction? Test it out. You’ve got weights there, test your strength and see that it’s not some kind of swelling but pure muscle.” Again I saw the look of disbelief on his face, but then after a moment of contemplation he got up, went over to the weight set and loaded up the bar for a bench press. I couldn’t tell how much weight there was on it, but when he was positioned and lifted the bar it looked like he was trying to lift about 10 pounds. The bar almost flew out of his hands when he pushed it up from his chest. He racked the weight and just sat there for a minute. I waited with baited breath to see what he would do next. My face was mere inches from the screen as I cursed the fuzzy picture. I saw my blurry hulk get up from the bench, walk over to the computer and suddenly I had a black screen. A quick goodbye and he was offline. I sat there in complete shock for about 10 minutes trying to figure this all out. Why did he just suddenly leave? Was he mad? How could he be mad? You made him bigger then most people on Earth! Then why did he turn everything off? Why just leave? Maybe he wants some personal time to enjoy what you gave him? I still think he was mad, or at least scared and confused. I think he was horny and wanted to jack off to his new hulked out body. Maybe. Guess I’ll just have to wait until he logs in again.

I couldn't move. Time seemed to have stopped dead in its tracks. My brain would not send the signals to my body to allow me to leave my chair. I sat there, staring at my screen waiting to see if he would log back in so I could try and explain, and if necessary, reverse what had happened to him. Minutes ticked by as I stared at my screen while straining my ears to hear that familiar sound when a friend logs on but it was all in vain. I sat there for about an hour before I was finally able to get up. “How could this have happened? How?” I kept repeating that outloud hoping it would trigger something in my brain to help explain all this. The only thing I knew is that during my orgasm his growth practically doubled. He had gained a couple inches of pure muscle all over his body and apparently so had I. After I had tried to figure out what had happened with my own knowledge, I grabbed the tome and began searching through it for an answer. I’m not sure when, but I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being awoken by the sounds of my computer dinging over and over again. Still half asleep I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus at the screen. Suddenly the realization of last night took hold, adrenaline flooded my system and I was wide awake. I moved the mouse to bring the computer back to life and thankfully saw several messages from Chase on my desktop. The first few were “Hello”’s and “Are you there?”’s, but after a few he left a few messages explaining that he was indeed freaked out last night and wanted some time to sort it all out. He also said that after a couple hours of cool down time, he got very excited about the whole idea much to my relief. As the messages went on I could sense his growing excitement at the possibility of growing massively huge. His last message was that he was going to the gym to test his newly acquired mass and that he would be back in a couple of hours. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t scared, he was happy, actually thrilled with what had happened. This was not only a huge relief on my conscience, but a huge turn on as well. This already huge guy wanted to be even bigger. He wanted to push the limits as to what his body could contain and I was more then willing to comply. The only problem is I really wanted to do it in person. I wanted to have him in front of me flexing his muscles over and over while I felt them grow under my hands. I wanted to lick and kiss every massive bulge as I made it grow bigger and bigger. Pure and simple, I wanted to worship him. I wanted to worship every fiber as it pulsed and throbbed with more and more size and strength. The minutes seemed to fly by as I kept replaying this fantasy over and over again in my mind. I was in the middle of my third jack off session when I saw him come back online. I was too caught up in my fantasies and was too close to cumming again to say hello right away. Without warning I had the cam request pop up on my screen. My hand left my cock for just enough time to click accept and return to it’s job. The connection was made and I was greeted by the most phenomenal double biceps shot I have ever seen. That was all it took for me and I shot my load all over my chest and stomach. Since this was my third time today, it wasn’t as long or impressive as the others and I was able to recover faster. “Hey! How did you know that was exactly what I needed at that moment? It was a GREAT hello too by the way.” I saw him laugh and start to reply. “Something told me that you would still be jacking off to what happened so I thought I’d give you a little help.” “Well you hit the nail on the head and the head responded by exploding all over my chest and abs.” Another laugh. “After what you gave me, it’s the least I can do to repay you. You should have seen the looks I got in the gym today! Every eye was on me whether they wanted to be or not! I made one guy shoot right in the middle of his workout and had three guys follow me into the showers for some fun. I haven’t felt this energized in a LONG time!” “Yeah that was probably a residual from the energy spell I cast as a test. Wasn’t sure if it would work with you not being physically in the room with me, but thankfully I was wrong. Glad to hear you had a good workout.” “No man, I had a fuckin GREAT workout! I was an animal in the gym! Blew my old max lifts clear out of the water and got the most intense pump of my life. I feel like a million bucks!” “Well glad I could help. I just wish it would have been here in person so I could have reaped the benefits too.” “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I was intrigued. “Okay… I’m listening” “I did some looking around and there’s suppose to be a bodybuilding contest in Chicago in about a week. I’ve got the time cleared from work and am working on my entry form right now. I wanted to find out if you were able to meet up with me there for the weekend and we could have some real fun instead of just cyber fun.” Okay… I was VERY intrigued… to the point of exploding with excitement. “Hmm… I think I might be able to work something out…it will take some effort… need to get my work schedule rearranged first, then if I can go I’ll need to pack, and then drive down there… not to mention finding a hotel…” If this works like I’m hoping it too… “How about a little persuasion?” JACKPOT! I saw him back up from the desk and start to pose for me again. The shirt he was wearing must have been elastic as it adhered to every curve on his body and looked like it was going to explode. Again I cursed the poor quality of the video feed, but I could still see that he was amazing. Huge mounds of muscle flexed in and out of my view as he hit pose after pose. He still had his pump from the gym as his veins were plump and criss-crossing all over his body. After about a minute of flexing he rolled back to the desk and said: “So, how bout it? Think that provided a good enough reason to do all that work?” “Yeah… I suppose…it better be worth it though.” “Oh it will be. I’ll give you more details in a day or so. In the mean time, how about we have a little cyber fun?” "Now that's something that doesn't take any persuading It's all you stud. Whenever you're ready." Another one of those coy smiles and he backed away from the desk again till his entire torso was in the frame. Without taking his eyes off of the camera he started to flex. First just quick bi flexes to tease the camera and warm up, but then without warning he hit a most muscular that almost knocked me out of my chair. How the shirt was still attached to him was a bonafide miracle. The muscle was bulging from his body. Side chest, triceps, biceps, pose after pose all the while his eyes never broke contact with the camera. He was just about to take off his shirt when I had an idea. "Wait... don't take off your shirt yet. I have an idea. How would you like me to grow you again till you burst out of it? Make your muscles so big that the shirt can't take it anymore." He looked like a kid at Christmas. "Hell yeah! Do it man. Make me hulk out of this shirt." He backed up and again started to hit pose after pose. I focused all my energy on him and started to say the spell. After a minute or so he stopped and typed "It's working. I can feel my muscles burning" He kept flexing over and over again... fast but always held it for a few seconds to make sure I could see. He mainly concentrated on his arms which was good since I was too. Over and over he would flex his biceps and each time they were filled with more and more of my magic. I could see the strain in the both the fabric and his face. His face was contorted into a look of concentration and lust. He looked like he was growling and teasing his arms to grow more. I could see the miniscule tears in the fabric when he brought his arm close to the cam and with one final full on flex his biceps ripped through the shirt to reveal their huge and pumped glory. I stopped chanting for a moment to take a few seconds to catch my breath. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life!” He stopped flexing in response to my message and that he could no longer feel the growth burn. “You should be in my place! If you think it looked hot, you should feel what it was like for me! I’ve wanted to do that all my life!” “Well I’ve wanted to see that all my life so we both got something out of it. God you look awesome! Pumped beyond the max and so huge that your shirt just exploded trying to contain your massive muscles.” “You bet, and I’m not done yet! I want to keep growing till this shirt is ripped from my body and falls to the ground. Not a fiber of fabric to be covering my torso.” His chest was heaving as he typed this. It was hard to tell who was more excited right now, him or me! “You got it stud. Get ready cause here you grow!” Once again I resumed my chanting, this time focused on his chest. He seemed to instinctively know that his burgeoning chest was the next object of my attention as he started to do most muscular poses with an occasional side chest. The most muscular is probably my favorite pose as it highlights almost every muscle in the torso and now that his arms were free from his sleeves, I could see them flex as well. Since my growth spell affects the entire body, his chest didn’t take as long to rip from the shirt as his arms did, but it was no less spectacular. A tear formed at the top of his shirt and every time he flexed, it travelled further and further down his shirt revealing more and more of his growing slabs of pec meat. Every time he would flex his pecs together, the more of them I saw as they pushed against the shirt and against each other. I was dying to feel those pecs under my hands as he did just this. To feel their power and strength as he caused them to harden against my hand. I wanted to feel them so badly that I felt that my soul was being torn apart as it yearned to touch them, if only for a moment. After a few more contractions he stopped and was starting to type so I stopped my chanting. “God I feel so fucking huge right now man! My pecs feel so full and so strong, like I could do anything. I feel invincible!” He was grinning all the while he typed this and once he was done, I saw him do a couple of quick twitches making his pecs bounce against his shirt. “Glad you like. I only wish I could be there to experience it hands on. You look awesome man, you really do. You looked great before, but now you look 100% better.” “Thanks man, and not just for the compliment, but for actually making me grow. I feel so pumped, so strong, so… HUGE! I can’t wait to grow more, but I don’t want to do too much right now. Otherwise people will notice and be suspicious. Plus, if I grow to my max now, what fun will we have when we get together in Chicago?” “Mmm… I still haven’t said that I would go yet… I’m leaning that way after your fantastic performance, but still not convinced.” “Hmm. I wonder what I could do to help convince you. What could I possibly do to convince you to join me for an all night muscle worship and fuck frenzy while you make me grow into the biggest muscle stud the world has ever seen?” “Oh you’re throwing in sex too? Well that’s one more point in your favor.” “Of course! After what you’ve just given me, and will give me in Chicago, letting you worship me and having sex seems like a small payment. I only wish I could do more.” “Well you can, right now. Show me those killer legs and let’s get them matching the rest of your body.” “You got it man. Whatever you want to see, let me know.” He gave me another of those killer smiles and backed up from the computer. His t-shirt still hung around his shoulders though it was only by the act of God that it did. It was almost completely destroyed by his muscles growing and bursting forth from it. However I was drawn to his legs now. They too had grown during the last two recitations of the spell, but not as much. Now it was time for them to give new meaning to the term “tree trunk thighs”! He was wearing a pair of elastic shorts that hugged them beautifully and also showed me the lower half of his quads and all of his calves. I started to say the spell almost at once and he responded by starting to flex those massive legs. I love it when a bodybuilder shakes his legs making the muscle shake then have it flexed and every fiber burst from under the skin. Chase did this like it was an art form. The striations and cuts of his legs were simply beautiful and were only going to improve. He would flex them over and over again holding the contraction for several seconds as he relished in the feeling of his muscles growing. The quads expanding more and more while pressing his legs closer together. He adjusted his stance to accommodate the newly grown muscle but never stopped flexing them. He would shake the quads, though with my limited cam connection I was getting a broken feed. I got the idea though and used my imagination to fill in the blanks. After he got done he would flex them hard and the muscle would explode in every direction. The tear drop looked to have grown by at least 25% and he had to adjust his stance again as his thighs were pressing into each other yet again. Bigger and bigger, more and more muscle kept cramming itself into his legs. Not to be outdone by his tights, he started to flex his calves for me. Dear Lord these things were gigantic! They had to stick out a good 6 inches from his leg! Diamonds in shape, but much stronger in density. He did calf raises to really make them flex and each time it looked like they were bigger. Each time he rose up they got stronger. Finally I could take no more and stopped saying the spell as my cock exploded with more cum then I thought I could possibly produce, especially after I had already shot twice that day! Chase noticed that I had stopped and returned to the computer. “So… convinced yet?” “You bet I am! I’ll be counting down the seconds till I can see you in person and get to feel all that huge hard beef for myself first hand! Make sure you take new measurements for me. Shit man you look borderline FREAKISH!” “It’s all because of you man. And just think, soon you‘ll be with me in person getting to feel all this hard muscle for real, not just in your head. Just think, in less then 48 hours, you’ll have a real live muscle stud all to yourself to feel, grope, lick, kiss and make GROW into the biggest mother fucker on the planet! Not to mention have the best sex you have ever had, and will probably ever have again!” “I can’t wait stud. I can’t wait to have your huge body tower over me as I show you just how amazing you are. Make sure to eat a lot so that I have enough material to reshape into muscle for you. Eat until you feel like you’re going to puke. Protein is best, but I can use anything.” “You got it. Hope you’re ready for the time of your life man, cause if you thought I was good on cam, just wait until you experience me in real life! I’ll set up the hotel accommodations and send you the info tomorrow. Now I need to go and eat and get to the gym.” “I thought you were already at the gym today?” “I was, but I need to go again and work these muscles again. They’re just begging to be worked to total exhaustion. Not to mention I can’t wait to see just how much stronger I am thanks to you. I’ll be back later man. Take care!” Then, without another word, he signed off and I was left to myself replaying the events again in my head. Enjoying it more and more each time.

Hey Guys, So with my poll about if my stories should be published, it occurred to me that the only one I've posted here was Bowling For Muscle. So I pulled up my archives and found this one that has a couple parts to it and thought I would post it. I have done NO editing to it since it was written/created so I'm not sure the quality... or honestly even some of the content, but hey, maybe I'll surprise myself! (Oh and yes you will undoubtedly noticed dated references so ride the nostalgia train!) Anyway, enjoy! ***** When I first heard about the new electronics company "Evolution" I was a bit unsure about it. A relatively new company with a slew of products that were becoming quite a craze among my friends. Everything from cell phones, to PDA's, DVD players, etc. This company had nothing but rave reviews and praise about their products. I found out about them through a friend from a web forum we both frequent. He had gotten a cell phone and said the service was out of this world! Plans that were half the cost of almost every other company but had more features and minutes then what the other guys offered. Crystal clear calls and the most modern technology made it sound too good to be true. I spent days reading through their website, feedback, specs and the like trying to find the loophole, or catch in what sounded like the perfect company. After an exhaustive search, I found nothing so I decided to give it a try. "Thank you for calling Evolution. My name is Matt, how may I help you?" Dear God! The voice on this customer service rep was the deepest and sexiest I had ever heard in my life. "Um... Yes... I was wondering how I would go about getting set up for a cell phone plan through your company." I tried to sound calm and professional, but part of me just wanted to listen to him talk. "Alright sir I can help you with that." Good, cause I REALLY didn't want to be transferred to anyone else! "Let's start by getting your personal information. Can I have your first and last name please?" In a heartbeat! "Josh Edwards" "Thank you. And your home state please?" Odd. Why not ask for my street address first? Let alone the city and state. "Wisconsin" "Okay. It should take just a moment to pull up your information in our database." Pull it up? From where? "There we go. Now what plan were you looking for?" "Um, honestly? I don't know of any plans. A friend of mine told me about your company and what great service you provide. I never looked through that to find one. What ones do you offer?" Okay. TOTAL lie as I knew exactly what plans they had and what one I wanted. I just desperately wanted to hear this man keep talking. "Well we have 5 plans to choose from based on what features you'd like and how often you plan to be on the phone. There's the 'Lightweight" plan where you get 1000 minutes for $9.99 a month. The 'Middleweight' plan where you get 1500 minutes for $19.99 per month. The 'Heavyweight' plan where you get 2500 minutes for $29.99 per month. The 'Superheavyweight' plan where you get 3500 minutes for $39.99 a month. Last we have the 'Megaheavyweight' plan where you get 5000 minutes for $49.99 a month." Without even realizing it, I had gotten a full fledged, leaking pre hard on that I was stroking though my pants as I talked with him. When I finally noticed that he had stopped talking, I had to quickly respond. "Wow." What? If you would have heard this guy talk you would have said probably the same in my place. "Um. Well I think the 'Megaheavyweight' plan sounds good. What other features does that include?" "Excellent choice sir" Goddamn. Having this guy call me sir was so intense. Plus I swear I heard what I would consider a smile in his voice. "Not many people take that plan since they get so many minutes on the lower ones. But it sounds to me that you like to talk on the phone a lot. You have a very nice phone voice." Holy shit! Was this guy flirting with me? If so, I was not about to turn him down! "Thank you. You do too. If you don't mind me saying." "Thank you sir. Now let me detail some of the extra features that are included in this plan. We offer all the basics: Caller ID, Call waiting, Mobile Web, Email, Text messaging, etc. However we also include several features that are designed to custom fit to you and your lifestyle. I'll just need to ask you a few questions and I can get that all set up for you. Describe to me your daily routine." "Um... well okay. I usually have a cup of coffee in the morning with breakfast. Then it's off to the gym to get a quick cardio workout in. Work for 8-10 hours then back to the gym for my strength training workout. After that it's dinner and maybe a protein shake and some TV or whatever." "Sounds like you're a serious gym rat. Alright. Well we offer a workout schedule reminder, as well as training logs that can be programmed into your phone to let you know when your workouts are, what your scheduled to do, and keep track of your progress. Also, we have several promotions with various gyms, as well as supplement companies to offer discounts and specials to our customers regularly throughout the year. You can also get workout tips and tricks from the pros sent to your phone daily as well. Would you be interested in receiving these specials sir?" I'll take whatever you want to give stud... "Well that depends. How much extra will it be?" "All these features are included absolutely free sir. There is no additional cost to you." "Oh. Well then sure. Sign me up." "Great. Just a few more things and you should be all set. I've also included a few extra features for you that I think you will really enjoy based on the information we have in our system." What information? Probably just based on where I live. "And how much are those?" "Nothing sir. Just think of it as a gift from me as a first time customer. We want to make sure all our customers are happy with our services. Besides, I'm sure you will love them from what I'm showing in your profile." Profile? What profile? "Great... I guess. By the way what information do you..." "Alright sir you're all set up. You should receive your phone in the mail tomorrow. We hope you enjoy all the features as well as our service and we thank you for choosing Evolution. Have a great evening." And with that, the line disconnected. Weird. Very weird. But hey, I'm getting a new phone, an excellent plan and got to talk to the sexiest sounding stud I have ever heard. All in all, a good night. I awoke the next morning still thinking about the strange things the phone rep had told me. What profile? What information did they have on me? How did they know who I was when I only told them my name and state? Still pondering all these questions while I made my breakfast and watched TV, I couldn't help but feel like I might have made a mistake. What if this was a scam company and they just stole my identity? My bank accounts, credit cards, everything could be wiped out and I would be screwed. Feeling more and more anxious, I decided to call my bank to see if everything was in order. Everything checked out okay. No authorization attempts, no missing funds. Everything seemed to be okay. Maybe I was just over reacting. They were a new company and I myself read through all their information to make sure they were legit. "Everything will be fine. Just calm down" I said to myself as I continued to pace the floor. Just as I had started to calm down, I heard a knock at my door. Jumping slightly, I muttered under my breath to calm down as I went to unlock the door. The sight that was there was truly magnificent. I was staring at a chest that looked poised to explode through the fabric that was wrapped around it. A blue polo shirt that looked to be at it's limit holding back mounds of pec meat. My eyes slowly traveled upward past the logo for "Evolution" to a neck that would have made a bull cry. Followed by a face that would have taken the supermodel world by storm. Never in my life had I seen a man so handsome, let alone be less then two feet from him. He had short brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a strong jaw with just a slight amount of hair. I gasped when I saw his face and to my great relief, he only smiled. "Good morning sir. My name is Matt and I'm from Evolution. I'm here to deliver your phone and help you with the set up." Phone? What phone? I had to look like a complete idiot because next I heard was a "Sir?" and a slightly concerned look on his beautiful face. "Oh yes. Of course, the phone. Please come in. Make yourself at home." PLEASE! Again he smiled and I thought I would collapse from weakness. "Thank you sir." He crossed the threshold and walked past me. My God this man was HUGE! Just slightly taller then me at around 6'4 or so and he had to be 280 pounds if he was 1. He had that tell tale bodybuilder walk as his monumental thighs tried to roll around one another to move him forward. His arms swaggered at what could almost be 45 degrees from his body and the "V" taper, hell this guy had nearly at "T" taper! His waist could be no more then 34 inches but his body simply exploded the further up you went. Wider and wider the more you went up until you arrived at shoulders that were simply divine. And his arms? Let's just say that not even Webster's could find words to describe them. Perfect seemed to be an insult. I had to hang onto the door just to remain standing. Not to mention restrain myself from charging at this man with the wild passion of a dozen men. This guy was my every fantasy made real and he was in my house! I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I was going to soak up every possible second with this man. "I wasn't expecting a representative to come to my house to deliver the phone. I thought you would just send it Fed Ex or something." Again he smiled and I thought my knees would fail. "No sir. We personally deliver all our merchandise to ensure it arrives to our customers." God his voice was amazing. Wait... his voice. It couldn't be... "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?" "Matt sir. I was the one who helped you set up your account last night." I was shocked! My brain was on the verge of overload with this whole experience. "What? Really? Um... wow... that's..." "To provide the highest level of customer satisfaction, the company will send out the phone representative that set up your account so that you are always dealing with the same person. That way there is no misinformation and you never have to tell the same thing to multiple representatives." "Really? That's incredible! Do you have several locations that you can do that or did you fly out here just to help get me set up?" He gave the most innocent, sheepish grin I have ever seen and I swear he started to blush. It was both comical and unbelievably hot. "Well, to be honest sir, that's not entirely true. There is a more local rep who could have helped get you set up, but I specially requested to get you started." Oh... My... GOD! He WAS flirting with me last night! This muscle GOD was not only standing in my home, but he was actually hitting on ME!? "Oh.... um... well I'm flattered that you would take the time to do that. It really wasn't necessary.... though I'm very glad you did." Now I KNOW I saw him blush. "It's my pleasure sir." After a few moments of us just standing there in awkward silence he finally said. "Alright. Where's the bedroom?"

The Internet is arguably the greatest invention of mankind to date. Think about it: Almost every piece of information that is known in this world can be found online. Any fact or figure that you have even a slight glimmer of interest can be found with a few keystrokes. If anything could have improved this wonderful piece of technology it would have to be, in my opinion, the web cam. With a web cam, you can not only visually communicate with people who are on the other side of the world as though they were in the same room as you, but it has allowed for many other…private interests to be shared discreetly among people. This is where my story begins. My name is Josh and I’m what you could accurately describe as the “average” American male except for one minor aspect. I am what you might call a connoisseur or aficionado of muscle. Something beyond fan, and even past fanatic is close to where you might classify me. Obsessed would be the most accurate term, but not in a crazy sort of way. I love muscle in all forms. From a swimmers tight and toned body, to a gymnast, wrestler, powerlifter, or my personal favorite: bodybuilder. While I appreciate all fit bodies, the male bodybuilder has always captured my attention first, foremost, and unequivocally. Some guys love football, or basketball, but for me, bodybuilding is the top sport. Yeah… that’s the other thing: I’m gay but you probably guessed that by this point in the story. Not exactly a majority group in the world and while homosexuals have become more and more accepted in today’s society, very few of us will wear it like a badge of honor and yell it for the entire world to hear. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m ashamed or anything, just that I feel my sexuality is only one part of a multifaceted me that I will acknowledge, but not go out of my way to let people know. Anyway, where was I? Oh right, the wonderful creation that is the web cam. This tiny device allows for near instant video (and in most cases audio) communication between two people. Everything from parents who are miles away to say good night to their children, to high school friends in the same town wanting help with homework. A most wondrous add-on to any computer that makes the entire world feel a little bit smaller. Of course, while I do use my web cam to chat with friends both old and new, the most use my cam gets is having other people watch me either jack off, or when I’m really lucky, having a bodybuilder who has/is posing for me on cam see the look of lust and desire to worship them in person. The expression of shock and wonder when I see their biceps rise up like mountains under the skin, or when a thigh is rocked back and forth letting the muscle “jiggle” then flexed hard into bold relief, or one of my personal favorites, when the huge slabs of muscle they call pecs get bounced over and over again showing complete and utter control over the power they possess. Fortunately, I’ve been able to find one or two guys who will provide a few minutes of free entertainment for me which I always thoroughly enjoy and usually spend the next hour or two lost in fantasy of being there live. Far too many guys are arrogant and believe that they are God’s gift to the rest of us mere mortals and will only talk to you if you pay them first. While I understand that bodybuilding is a very expensive lifestyle, most of the time I’m not looking for a free show (though it would be nice!). I want to be able to make bodybuilding friends who can help me become one of them. I’m no bodybuilder, though I’d give everything I own to be one. It’s very depressing when most guys only treat you as a living ATM and will only talk to you as long as your cash supply is large enough to see them on cam to help “support their lifestyle”. Okay, now I’m no bodybuilder, but when these guys are charging enough for 15 minutes to buy them enough supplements for the month, I think people are doing more then just supporting their bodybuilding… more like their car and/or insurance payments, clothes, parties, etc. when you factor in that there are hundreds of guys who are not only willing to pay these prices, but do it several times a week! I’ve been tempted MANY times to save up a few bucks (well several bucks actually) to see one of these guys on cam., just to see if all the hype (not to mention the price) is worth it. You see, I’m not exactly “well off” when it comes to money due to the normal expenses of everyday life and my other “hobby”. That’s the other key point I should probably bring up now. While this obsession with muscle is strong, it had a secondary effect in me that spawned an almost equal obsession with magic. No, not prestidigitation, card tricks or slight of hand magic, but real, bending the laws of man and nature magic. Incantations, potions, the whole nine yards. I know what you’re thinking “This guy is a total whack job”... well not TOTAL, but I will admit I’ve got a few screws loose like everyone else. See, the thing with magic is that it can actually be explained with science... kinda. Magic is simply the act of obtaining what you want by manipulating the world around you. Okay... maybe “simple” isn’t the right word, but it’s not complete fantasy. Magic is using one form of energy to change matter into a different shape. Alchemy is the most accurate term I guess. I am what would be considered a true alchemist as I combine both magic and technology to obtain my goals. So you’re probably thinking “Okay, if you can do ‘magic’ why don’t you have everything you want?” Good question. Simple reason? I can’t. Everything in the universe has to be balanced. In order for me to have what I want, I would need to take it from others and while that doesn’t bother most people, it does bother me. I don’t view magic as a shortcut to get what I want, but a tool to help me achieve it. Sure I’ve been tempted to just say “to hell with it” and use it to become the richest, handsomest, most powerful man on Earth, but the magic community is filled with stories of people who tried that very thing only to have it end in disaster. Love spells backfiring into obsessive stalkers that ended up killing the caster when rejected; people wishing harm to their enemies only to have something equally bad happen to them as well; Spells to gain money or worldly possessions only to have them come from a relative passing away and inheriting it. Like I said, the universe wants balance in everything and trying to tip the scales too fast only results in an equal yet opposite force trying to balance it out again. Newton got it more right then even he knew with his Third Law. So what’s an alchemist who has the power to obtain anything he wants, but not the moral fortitude to just take it do with his free time? Research a way to obtain everything I want without having the universe kick my ass for it and I think I may have finally found a way to do just that. My main focus has been a way to find a way to augment or modify the human body in any way I choose. While it’s true that it is considered taboo and mortally dangerous to attempt to bring someone back from the dead, modification to the human body is easier, and let hazardous to both the caster and the subject. To be able to morph both body and mind into any form and not have it result in dire consequences has been the driving force in my life for the past several years. After months of research and spending more money then I wanted to, I finally got my hands on a very ancient tome from a dig in Greece. You see, the gods and goddesses of Olympus weren’t deities, but witches, warlocks and alchemists like me who managed to obtain immense power with very little repercussions. Several demi-gods and monsters throughout mythology are also people who tried to manipulate nature to suit their own ends and were cursed because of it. However, a select few managed to do it with only minor ill-effects if any at all. These “gods” lived for centuries to millennia amassing power and knowledge until finally their own greed was their undoing. They became arrogant, careless and eventually the universe created an opposite to oppose them. No one knows what this force was, but most believe it was the real reason for the disappearance of the city of Atlantis. The reason the Pantheon of Greece was no longer worshipped was because they simply vanished from the Earth. When they no longer exerted their influence on the “mortals” of Greece, people slowly stopped putting their faith in them. Then, with the spread of Christianity, the faith all but died out. However before they disappeared, one of them left behind this tome of all their secrets, spells and knowledge. The only downside, I have PARTS of this tome, but not all of it. Most of the pages and other volumes had been scattered and hidden throughout the world, however the pages that I wanted most were still within the bindings of Atlas’ Arcanum. After several weeks of translation, I was finally able to decipher the series of spells that I had so long sought: Human Transmutation. As I said, this book belonged to the famed Titan Atlas. Quite possibly one of the most famous icons throughout mythology and the most adept at the art of Human Transmutation on living subjects. He had found ways to modify just about any aspect of the human body without causing an imbalance. Strength, size, height, charisma, the list goes on. While most of the spells and incantations were way out of my skill level, there were a few minor ones that I felt I could pull off. Little things like changing hair or eye color, adding or subtracting a few inches/pounds, stuff on that order aren’t major enough to cause a problem. I tried a few out quick just to make sure that my powers were strong enough. For my first test, I changed my hair from a light brown to an almost platinum white while adding several inches. The effect was dramatic, and enough to prove that I had at least enough power to never need to pay for a hair cut or styling again. I said a quick reversal spell to change it back to normal before proceeding with another spell. I had always wanted to be taller, so I looked for the spell to increase my height allowing me to become a strapping 6’4”. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I slowly stretched taller. The only way these spells work is if you maintain eye contact with the object you wish to change. As I’m changing myself, this requires a reflective surface. My shirt started creeping up on my stomach while my pants also rose up higher and higher revealing more and more of my socks and soon my legs. After about 2 minutes, I noticed that I wasn’t growing any more. Not bad, I thought. A little noticeable, but that can be changed. Now for the final test. The main reason I had spent so much time and energy (not to mention considerable amounts of money!) to obtain this tome. I located the spell for muscle growth and with trembling hands, began to recite it. At first nothing happened as I focused with all my might at my reflection. Maybe I wasn’t advanced enough for this spell. I was just about to give up when I felt a slight burning in my muscles. I was so excited that I stopped the spell and the sensation died away. I was breathing so fast and hard you’d have thought I just ran a mile. Tentatively I started to flex various muscles. Surprisingly I felt a slight cramping very similar to when you work out, though this was different. This wasn’t an ache or regular cramp; it was more... what was it... bloated I guess. Since I had never worked out extremely hard in my life I could only assume this feeling was comparable to a “pump” that hardcore lifters get. I’ve heard them say that it is a great feeling and if it is anything like this, I now know why! After a few more minutes of mindless flexing, I snapped out of my reverie and decided to try it again. This time I would be ready for the sensation and not stop the chanting. This spell was different from the height growth, as I had to constantly say the spell for greater results. Once again I focused on my image in the mirror and began to say the magic words. Again nothing happened at first, but then the burning sensation returned. I kept focused on the mirror and tried to not notice the feeling of tightness that was washing over my body. The longer I kept reciting the spell, the stronger the feeling got, and the better I felt. I looked down at my torso in the mirror and started to see the bulges swell under my shirt. It was hard to look at just one but irrevocably my eyes settled on my pecs. I saw them start to swell up and push my shirt further and further from me. I used my spare bit of concentration to try and flex them. They responded, and they responded well! I momentarily stopped the spell but only for a split second, as I could not help but gasp at the sight of MY pecs leaping to attention under my shirt. They were probably only an inch or two bigger, but you could clearly see the difference! I tore my gaze from my pecs and they wandered to my shoulders. I now looked like I had football pads under my shirt as they grew higher and higher while also stretching wider. While looking at my expanding shoulders, I was drawn to my lats as well. These two groups were working together in perfect unison to give me that sexy “V” taper that is a sign of a true lifter. I flared my lats out and again broke the chant as I could not help but gasp and then moan in pure lust at my growing body. I knew I would have to stop soon as it would get to be impossible to not notice my growth, but as soon as I thought this, I remembered that I could just as easily reverse the effects. However right now, I could not even fathom reversing my new found body to the way it was a few moments before, especially after I caught sight of my arms... well guns would now apply to these appendages protruding from my expanding shoulders and traps. I again groaned as I brought them up to a double bicep flex. I moved slowly doing my best to not only avoid breaking my concentration, but to revel in the feeling of how the muscle bunched and flexed under my skin. The growth sensation was now incredibly intense and was almost bordering on painful. My muscles were not used to being worked so hard and they were essentially going through several years worth of workouts at the same time. Slowly I brought my arms up so they were parallel to the floor. God they were huge! Well not huge, but they were at least a few inches bigger then they had been. I’d say they were probably around 15 or 16 inches when flexed but I couldn’t be sure without actually flexing and measuring. I took a deep breath feeling my chest expand even more against my now skin tight shirt and flexed my arms as hard as I could. I was rocketed with both pain and pleasure as I saw and felt my arms complete the pose. At the apex of the pose, I stopped chanting and the growth sensation began to die away again. I stood there, chest heaving as I tried to take huge gulps of air. After a minute or two the growth had stopped, but I still had my arms flexed as hard as possible trying to squeeze every last millimeter of growth out of them. Finally I could take no more and whipped my arms down into a most muscular pose and flexed everything as hard as possible. I was rewarded with sounds of ripping fabric as I saw my shoulders and arms break through my shirt as well as a huge blast of cum erupt from my raging hard cock. I moaned loud and long at the multiple sensations of pleasure. The feeling of all this muscle in my body, the feeling of it bursting through my shirt, and the best and most powerful orgasm of my life. How could life get any better then this? I was about to find out.

Ryan Finally Gives it to His Friend Please feel free to tell me what you think! I am planning on writing other stories, and maybe a sequel to this one if people want it. Hope you enjoy it! Mike and I had always been friends since as far as I could possibly remember. From when we were kids to now in college at the age of 20, we did everything together, from doing homework to going to parties. But, there is one big thing that we don’t do together…well we did at first. We started working out at around the age of 15, but Mike could never really get into it. I kept trying to push him into going to the gym, but in the end I kept going and he didn’t. Periodically when he saw my results he would try again, but nothing, it just wasn’t for him. I’m not going to lie though; my muscle growth has definitely turned me into a cocky bastard. I’ve always loved the fact that Mike has become increasingly jealous of my ever growing body. It all started with random little jokes about my incoming abs and pecs. Then, as my muscles really started to get massive, I could tell that he definitely hated it. We use to be on the same level, but now with my god-like physique we both knew who was in charge. But I soon realized that there was something more than jealousy…that little fucker so has the hots for me now. I think I first noticed it one time when I took him to the gym and I was finally confident enough with my sculpted muscles that I went shirtless. I loved showing off my body, and when I looked at Mike’s face, he definitely liked that I did too. We had walked over to the bench press where I had asked him to spot me—or at least try too—so I could work on these sexy huge pecs. By this point we were long into the workout so not only were my muscles pumped to the max but the sweat made them glisten and shine. If we’re being honest I probably looked like a fucking porn star, which Mike must have noticed. As I lifted the massive amount of weight up and down I realized that Mike couldn’t take his eyes off my flexing body. You could just see that he was so turned on and practically drooling over the body I had worked to so hard to craft. Ever since then I have seen him continually sneak a peek at my body whenever we hang out or do something. It’s kind of sad how much he wants to play with my ripped muscles, but a part of me completely understands his need to worship a god. Skinny little bitches like him aren’t my type, but maybe I should make his day, who knows it could be fun. I’ve been looking for a regular fuck toy anyways, so it could probably work out. When I’m not growing more and more muscle, or ripping apart some hot ass, I do get bored. What the heck, let me play with him a little when he comes over later… “Hey Ryan! How’s life man?” He said as I opened the door to let him in. “I’m doing alright just got back from the gym you know,” I said as I flexed my right bicep as hard as I could. As he walked in to sit down on the couch he couldn’t take his eyes off me…I had to stop myself from laughing. But I was honestly surprised that he didn’t faint right then and there as I started to flex my left bicep. “How’s my body looking by the way I feel like I’m getting bigger and bigger every fucking day man,” I said as I did a side chest pose that almost ripped my shirt open. “Umm…uh…yeah you do look bigger…maybe…I guess” he said nervously, almost trying to put on a smile while trying not to stare for too long. “Maybe huh…,” I said chuckling preparing to push this little guy even more. Before he could say anything I proceeded to take my shirt off to flex and bounce my pecs. Fucking Mike couldn’t even handle what was going on, all he could do was look at my body in complete amazement. Then I walked up to him and flexed my bicep right in his face. “Want to touch it?” “What…” Mike said shyly. “Yeah come on, tell me how hard it is,” I said as I grabbed his hand and placed it around my bicep. That’s when I noticed it, as he began to play with my bicep I could see a boner starting to grow in his pants. Now we were getting somewhere… “Wow Ryan,” he gulped. “You really are big.” “You fucking know it,” I said, “bet you wish you had a body like this, but something tells me you’ll settle for worshipping me instead.” Mike immediately looked at me with a shocked appearance on his face, “what, what are you talking about?” That was when I quickly moved my hand to grab his growing little hard on, which caused Mike to let out a loud moan. “Let’s stop kidding ourselves,” I said, “I know you’ve been into me for a long time now. But, hey, I’m feeling generous today, so why don’t you just fucking enjoy it?” As I continued to stroke his cock over his pants, Mike started to play with my bicep again and actually started to lick it. “At a boy Mike, at a boy. Look at you, god, it’s like you can’t help yourself.” I was right…giving Mike free rein he started to lick my sculpted abs as he felt up my massive pecs. As he did so I continued to stroke his tiny cock, which by this point was as hard as it was going to get. I also made sure to flex each and every one of my muscles for him—it was funny to see that Mike was easily in Heaven having the time of his little weakling life. But it looked like I had finally found someone to worship these muscles like they were meant to be. Mike just couldn’t keep his hands and tongue off of me, and even though I stopped playing with his dick that little bitch kept moaning louder and louder. “How are you liking this body Mike,” I said as I pushed him back onto the couch. “Oh my god Ryan,” he said breathing heavily, “you’re a fucking god, a muscle beast, a sex machine, and I need you, I need your body, please…” I laughed as I let him get back to playing with my muscles, but before I knew it that little nerd started to cum. He laid back onto the couch as the wet spot on his pants started to grow bigger and bigger. But I wasn’t done yet, it was time for me to have some of my own fun. As his dick finally started to finish I ripped my pants and underwear off. Not only could you now see my amazing ass and huge muscular legs, but I also revealed my monster sized cock to Mike. As I did this Mike’s jaw dropped to the ground as his eyes almost popped out of his head. I don’t think the little guy had ever been in the presence of such a real fucking man. I wanted to see what I was fully working with so I easily grabbed him off the couch and ripped his clothes off of him. This time I actually couldn’t control my laughter as what I was looking at was the skinniest little nerd I had ever seen, it was honestly pathetic. As I laughed I could see that Mike had gotten super self-conscious, but his cock didn’t lie, he was enjoying every minute of this. Our size difference was incredible…while I looked like a god among men ready to fuck anything and everything in sight, Mike looked like a kid next to me. “This is crazy,” Mike said embarrassed as he tried to cover himself up a little. “You look like a sex god Ryan,” he said breathing heavily, “I’ve always dreamt of this, I meant that…your body is massive, I look like a twig compared to you…show me how powerful you are, make me the bitch you know I am.” Laughing to myself, but kind of getting hard and turned on by what he was saying, I grabbed his head and rammed my giant cock into his mouth. Holding him in place I was skull fucking his little mouth as hard as I could without breaking his jaw. I was in such pleasure as my cock went in and out, in and out, over and over again. Mike was definitely enjoying himself as he also started to play with my balls and rub my abs. When I looked down I could also see that his dick was hard again and close to exploding. “Damn Mike…looks like you know how to suck some dick,” I said as I started to moan with my cock getting really close. All I could do was fuck his pretty little mouth harder and harder as he worshipped all of the muscles on my body that he could get his little hands on. Before I knew it my cock started to let out stream after stream of cum in his mouth, with Mike’s dick starting to cum shortly after. I removed my cock from his mouth after he was having some trouble swallowing the cum and proceeded to finish off on his face. “Wow that was…incredible,” was all Mike could say as he was breathing heavily. He then started to lick up the rest of the cum that he fallen to the ground from his mouth and face. That little fucker was having the time of his life worshiping my body, but we were just getting started. “Get that ass ready Mike,” I said smiling, “looks like you’re going to be my fuck toy for the rest of the night…and for the near future.” I could see how turned on he was by what I had just said, so I eagerly picked him up off the floor ready to have some more fun with him in the bedroom. I’m pretty dumb for not having thought of this sooner, but I was ready to make up for lost time.

Michael had been waiting for about forty minutes and Tommy had not arrived for their workout. The gym was empty, as usual, and Michael had already benched eight hundred pounds for twenty reps – among many other lifts. He had also been to the mirror about ten times – to look at how much his body had grown overnight. The second power bar from Tommy had somehow made everything accelerate even faster. The growth had seemed to increase – as well as his strength. Lifting the weight had been easy, today. His body had changed a lot – his biceps were now softball sized – instead of baseballs. His pecs blasted out so much that the tank top was stretched to the ripping point. And he might as well have only been wearing briefs – that’s what the cotton shorts looked like, anyway, because of his now thickly muscled thighs. The outline of his cock through the material was downright obscene. It was slowly dawning on him that Tommy was not coming. He immediately knew why. Matt had gone to visit Tommy last night and now his fraternity big brother knew he had lied. He had technically not gone to Matt’s room, but Matt had come to his. Either way, he had let Tommy down. And now he was being punished for it. So much was galloping around Michael’s mind – so many little snippets of things he had missed before. Tommy appearing like two different people at times – sometimes fat – sometimes buff. Matt knowing about the bars. Tommy saying that someone else had taken the bars and reacted the same way as Michael. So many unanswered questions. And then it dawned on him who might know the answers. Michael immediately left the gym – forgetting that he was only in a muscle hugging tank top and equally tight cotton shorts. He didn’t fit into any other clothes in his closet, anyway. Michael easily found Kenny, the Snake, talking to Jenny Roberts in the middle of the campus quad. “Jenny, could you excuse us, please” Michael said, with a face that made it clear the girl didn’t have a choice. “Michael, dude, what are you doing? I was jus about to seal the deal!” Michael knew, before he even did it, that he could reach down and grab Kenny by the lapels of his jacket and lift him out of his chair. He did it with ease – and with only one hand. He felt his biceps swell a little as he picked up a grown man – like he was nothing more than a discarded shirt. The Snake’s feet dangled above the ground about two feet as Michael held him high in the air above his head. For a second, Michael let the knowledge that he held another man in the air with one hand sink into his psyche – then he spoke. “Spill it, Kenny. Everything you know about Tommy and Matt. Now!” Michael shook the guy, hard, just to emphasize his point. “Okay, okay, just let me down, Michael.” “Nope, you can tell me from up there. I can probably hold you there all day and, besides, you’ll enjoy the view. Now spill!” “They were lovers Matt’s freshman year.” “Old news,” Michael said, again shaking Kenny’s body in the air like a rag doll. “Okay, okay! Tommy was huge. Way beyond how big Matt is! Matt was puny – kind of like the old you.” “What?” Michael said, unbelieving. “It’s true! Ask anyone! Tommy was the biggest man on campus – and the most handsome. He fell in love with Matt, though. I mean real love. They started doing everything together. We all knew they were an item, even though Matt wanted it to be a secret. Then one day, out of the blue, they shifted.” “What do you mean, they shifted, Kenny?” “Matt was huge and Tommy was an overweight slob. Like they are now!” “How can that be?” “I don’t know. Really, I don’t! Please don’t shake me – it’s going to make me piss myself. People said it had to do something with power bars and real love. They say Tommy gave up his size and beauty because he loved Matt so much. That’s all I know, really!” Michael dropped Kenny to the ground. He believed the Snake. They looked at each other with an understanding that went way beyond words. Suddenly, Michael realized something – something so unbelievable that he almost began to tear up. “You led me to him.” “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Michael.” “Bullshit. You steered me towards Tommy all along. I thought you were some filthy jerk, but you were trying to get me to see the truth on my own all along.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Michael.” “Yeah? Then how come you’re suddenly calling me Michael?” “Mainly because you can lift me in the air with one hand.” The two men stared at each other in silence. Michael was suddenly understanding so much more than he did the day before. Even just seconds before. Kenny was not the heel he thought he was. Kenny was on the good side. He just couldn’t admit it. Michael grabbed the now smaller man and hugged him tightly. Kenny cried out in pain from a squeeze that was too tight. The bigger man immediately released him. “You really have no idea how big and strong you’ve become, do you, Michael.” “What do you mean, Kenny?” “You are wearing a tank top that would’ve swallowed you just a few days ago and now it’s stretched to the max. You’re cotton shorts are tighter than any girl’s skirt on campus. And you just lifted me with one hand – I could see my weight barely registered to you.” Reality had already begun to set in, but hearing someone else say it made it even more real. Michael loved the fact that all of his clothes no longer fit. He had chosen the tank and cotton shorts merely because he could stretch them over his muscles. He had outgrown his entire wardrobe. He had just lifted what was probably a hundred and eighty pound man into the air with one hand and barely noticed. Michael looked down at his body and realized the power bars had done their thing. He was huge and strong. The thought thrilled him. “I’m beginning to get it, man. It’s what I’ve always wanted. Where are they, Kenny?” “Last I heard, they were arguing down by the pool.”

Arthur Thorn Part Four by F_R_Eaky Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/10588-arthur-thorn-part-one-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/10601-arthur-thorn-part-two-by-f_r_eaky/ Part Three: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/11207-arthur-thorn-part-three-by-f_r_eaky/ David Hamm opened up the door to his house and standing outside was Dr. Charles Orlando, David's boyfriend, Arthur's, psychiatrist. David stood there filling most of the doorway up with his frame save for the upper four inches of it. Sweatpants and a tight t-shirt that pulled near to form fitting across his chest and bunched his sleeve hems up in between his upper arms and delts. Although covered in socks, his shoeless feet still looked a goodly size that most people wouldn't want to be kicked by. Dr. Orlando eyed him up and down while David just stood there, until David sort of came to, uttered an apology, and stepped aside as he motioned for Dr. Orlando to come inside. "Arthur describes you well. You are a big guy." David blushed a little. "There are some bigger, but yeah I'm in the upper percentile of guys." and he laughed nervously. "How is the patient doing?" "He's fine. He's been tired of the hospital where you can recuperate but not actually get any rest. They would've preferred to have you see him there, but with no actual property damage and no physical altercations, they didn't have anything to hold him there." "There was some comment on possible drug usage. Do they know what he took?" "They're not sure he took anything." "I'm sorry. Did I not understand the report correctly?" "No. ... ... No, they did have that in the initial report. When he arrived he seemed to be covered in this... .... slime. They figured given his attitude it must have been some new way of trying to administer an HGH or steroid into the human system like through a cream, but not only didn't they find any of the cream in his system, but there was no HGH or steroids in either his system or this...this cream, slime, whatever it is." "That's good... .... that's good. At least we know he's not on something that is altering his state of mind." Dr. Orlando sighed and paused for a moment before addressing David once again. "Look... Normally I can't discuss anything about cases of a patient even with loved ones, but as you are the closest to him as his partner, I do have to ask you about his behavior so I can try and figure out what has been going on. Has this agitation been building up slowly over time?" "It has built up over time, but not real slowly. He's been having these nightmares. He dreams about a car, a tree, some kind of giant, and that he's had something stolen from him. It seems to correlate with his trips to the gym and whenever this former bodybuilder, Gerogio Toro, is working out at the same time. Ian Francis, my trainer, is his trainer too, and he tells me Arthur gets so upset, agitated, angry when Mr. Toro comes in. Not only that, but Arthur even calls out his name from time to time in his sleep." "Are you aware of Arthur's size fetish?" "Oh, yeah. It's what attracted him to me. He's attracted to me because I'm almost hulk size, and I know he'd love to be like the hulk, perhaps even dwarf me if he could." "Do you think he's more feelings towards this Mr. Toro because he's a bigger built individual than you are?" "What? No.... no.... Arthur's not that superficial, besides, I'm like two inches taller than Mr. Toro and if I wanted to I could build up to close his size. Not exactly as fully as him, not quite in my genetics, but my genetics isn't exactly on the slight build size neither." Dr. Orlando nodded. "Just trying to see if there was correlation. But Mr. Toro has been filling up Arthur's mind, schedule, despite not falling in love for him? Is he obsessed with Mr. Toro?" "I'm not sure." "Is there anything unusual that's happened to his routine?" "Well, It started way back near his birthday. He went off to some temple to try and learn a technique to help stop him from obsessing about huge, hulking bodybuilders. The next day, the day of the slight earthquake, it caused all of the incense he had for meditation purpose to catch fire and fill the room and house with a huge amount of smoke. He almost died. Ever since then he's been commenting in his sleep with these nightmares about him not being able to lift something, then he makes commentary about Mr. Toro and how something has been stolen from him, and lately he's been crying out that he's a mile wide. I have no idea what is going on. It's has begun to permeate his life though. He's working out more and more, and getting aggressive with his workout style... and his artwork... well come over here.... See, all of these are so dark, so violent, at least they feel that way to me. This one has some dark looming tree with all these glowing circles behind them...." "The circles are in pairs though." "So?" "Like headlights. Could be the mention of the car and tree he says are in his dreams are flashbacks to some kind of car crash in his life. Has he or his family members ever mentioned one?" "No." "And this one here... this cube with circles and bending tubes that could be an abstract way of showing a car engine with its exhaust pipes and gears or belt wheels..." "And the yellow, orange, and red sharp, pointy spikes around it?" "Well, it could be the engine is on fire. But this is of course all supposition, I would need to spend time talking with him to see how he's feeling, coping with things, events presently and in his past." Just then the two men could hear Arthur in the bedroom moaning and crying out softly. It was the same thing about being unable to lift something and then having something stolen from him. The two men entered into the bedroom where upon David sat on the beside stroking Arthur's face and then Arthur's hair out of his eyes, before eventually giving calm shushing noises and dabbing a wet wash cloth across Arthur's forehead. When it was done, David stood up and walked back over to Dr. Orlando. "See... He strove to put this obsession behind him and I fear he's made it stronger." "It's worse than that. He didn't have an obsession. Before hand it didn't interfere with his regular life. He had a good relationship with you and himself, work, family, and he kept control of his bills, his health, his surroundings...." "Now, I think he's letting that all slide, Doc. All he seems to care about is working out and occasional painting for stress relief." "He looks different from what I remember him at our last session." David spoke in hushed tones and moved in closer to Dr. Orlando. "That's just it, Doc. The medical doctors at the hospital won't believe me, even though I have proof of it via his driver's license and other documents. He has changed and quite a lot physically. He was five feet four inches tall, with a rail thin body, boys shoes, and smooth as a baby. But now.... now he's five feet ten - six inches taller! He's got a build between a swimmers and a soccer player, cut and defined as hell. He's wearing a size thirteen shoe, and he's got lil' sprouts of hair starting in the center of his chest and down round his navel. He also looks a little more blessed in another area as well. I know this could get me locked up for being crazy, but he left the house that day his lil five-four twinky little self and went to the hospital an average kind of jacked and hung man. Even if it could be explained medically as a late, very late growth spurt, how does one explain six inches in height, plus mass, and all the rest in just a few hours? Hell, few minutes. Ian says when Arthur left him in the workout room he was still five-four." "The mind is my expertise, Mr. Hamm. I'm not sure what to tell you about this sudden change in his physical appearance. If it was medically possible to see that kind of difference in just a few short months would still be rather drastic. May I ask what is that on the table over there?" "This?" David picked up a vial full of some white, viscous fluid and handed it to Dr. Orlando. "This is some of the stuff they scraped off of Arthur when they got him to the hospital. He was covered in the stuff. Like I told you earlier, they thought it might have been some kind of cream, but they're not sure what kind it is. They did a test for seamen, but in order for him to be covered in human seaman it would have to have been produced by a hundred foot giant or about a hundred men and, of course neither were in or around the sauna. He was found alone. Although there was giant they stopped for questioning..." "It's good you can have some kind of humor during this. Arthur is going to need you as he gets through whatever this is. Listen a couple of other questions before I leave. You stated this all began to happen around his birthday?" "Yes, a couple of months after he went to that temple and then had the meditation." "And he had a near death experience the day of the meditation?" "Yes. Why?" "What kind of temple did he go to visit?" "Buddhist I think....wait and a Hindu one as well, I believe, but what does that have..." "Do you mind if I kept this vial?" "No, sure, why?" "I think I have an idea of what it is, and a friend of mine who can help us out." ********************************************************************** A number of days later, Arthur was coming out of the showers and heading into the locker area when his way became blocked by Gerogio Toro. The pair stood there staring each other down for quite some time. Arthur looking slightly up at the six foot three inch tall Gerogio, seeing how his wide back nearly took up the two person entry way into the showers, noticing how far out Gerogio's pecs just barreled out so wide and so thick as if they almost were actually two barrels set next to one another, observing how wide, thick, the lats were leading upward towards what would be handful deep pits if Gerogio were doing a double-bi pose, and going downwards shrinking into a waist that although slightly bulbous now, was once taught, tight, shredded and stacked with abs and obliques popping and rocking everywhere. This was pretty much all Arthur could see, save for the wings pushing out might arms that looked nearly as thick as his current waist and we topped off with ancient marble spheres that surely once topped Grecian columns as representations of the earth or the cosmos. But it was the neck that stood out like a stone plinth supporting a goodly sized head which looked down upon Arthur was a seriously disapproving look. Piercing the shorter man's body, noticing the shorter height, the much slimmer body, smaller and softer muscles, but still there was some mass, there was some definition there. Of course there wasn't enough there to have ever toppled him when he was in his prime competing, there wasn't even enough there to give him a run for his money in his current, retired, off-season, middle aged, weight and size. "You.... are Arthur Thorn...." "Yeah...." "You are the one who makes up stories... ... ... lies about me. You've told others I've stole something from you. ... ... ... What was it?" "I..... .... ... I don't know." "As I thought. I've stolen nothing from you." "I'm not lying. I don't know how, or why, or what... ... ... I just know you've taken something from me." "I do not like people telling lies about me, little piss ant!" "Good, cause it's not a lie. Now, move out of the way." "No... you.... move out of my way." "It works like an elevator: people wishing to get on must wait and stand out of the way of those who want to get out of the way first." "I AM A MOUNTAIN! I AM IMMOVEABLE!" "Well then I guess I just have to climb over you!" And with that Arthur proceed to grab the back of Gerogio's neck with one hand and place a foot on a toweled thigh of Gerogio's and attempt to climb over him. Of course this wasn't received well by Gerogio who grabbed a hold of Arthur by the waist and ran with him into a shower fall. Arthur slightly doubled over as the wind was violently knocked out of him, but it wasn't that bad of a blow. Miscalculating what it would do to Arthur, Gerogio let go of Arthur allowing him to slide and slump to the floor. Taking only a few seconds to recover and regain his breath, Arthur decided to play it slightly dirty and reaching out, punched the mighty ball sack if Gerogio, then taking his hands and striking Gerogio's face as it came down towards him due to the ball punch. Gerogio then screamed and picked up Arthur running him out of the showers, slamming his back into a locker and very quickly holding him by the neck with just one hand. Everyone that was in the locker room at the time stood still staring at the pair. Gerogio eyeballing Arthur again. "You seem a little bigger I think than when I first saw you in this gym, but no matter. No matter how well you train or how big you become, very few people will ever reach my size, my strength, or my power. I do not like lies being told about me. HUUUFF!" Gerogio brought his fist hard and fast into Arthur's abs. "And it will not....HUFF!" "OOOOhhhhh" "Happen......HUFF!" "AAUUUUUGHHH AHUH" and Arthur began to cough violently. "Again! HUUFFF!" Arthur now coughed and wheezed trying to regain his breath. He strained to suck in air, harshly, and then instead of croaking, nearly belched out his reply. "You stole something from me..." "Wrong... HUUUFF!" "AHUUUUUGGGGGHH!" more coughing fit. "I will find out......what......it......i...." "WRONG!.....HUUUUUFF!" "AH! hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......" "I AM GEROGIO TORO - THE BULL!" "I AM MILE WIDE!" Suddenly Gerogio stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at Arthur's face for the longest time as though searching to recognize Arthur's face. "What did you say?" Arthur tried to respond but his abs were crunching and convulsing too much too uncontract and allow air to fill his diaphragm and lungs properly to breathe and speak. Gerogio forgot all about his shower. He went to his locker slipped on some shorts and shoes, grabbed his bag and left. ***************************************************************************** It took Arthur almost an hour to walk back to his and David's home, where it usually only took about twenty to twenty-five minutes tops. Staggering in through the front door, David was there and tried to see how he was doing or if he needed any assistance. "Babe! There you are.... what happened? Ian called like an hour ago and said there had been an altercation between you and Mr. Toro. What's going o...... you're hurt. Do you need to go..." "I'm fine, hon. Just leave me be for right now." "I see from how you move and when your shirt rises up there are bruises all up and down your lower torso. What did he do....." "I SAID I'M FINE! No wonder people think when you're huge you're dumb as an ox. None of you apparently seems to listen!" Arthur went into the bedroom, slamming the door on the way. David sighed and decided to leave him be for a while and cool off. After going to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet, he unpacked some bruise balm and an ice pack to fill later before sitting down on the living room couch to watch a bit of t.v. After a few hours he decided to see if Arthur was hungry by bringing a tray of food in for dinner. The tray wouldn't quite make it all the way to the bed. Once inside David discovered Arthur in a somewhat comatose state on the bed. His eyes were rolled back and he was chanting over and over again at having something stolen from him and that he was a mile wide. But then he started gagging and David noticed this fluid coming out of Arthur's mouth. Grabbing the phone to call nine one one, David suddenly dropped it, cutting the call short. The white fluid, cream, or whatever it was spewing forth at a rapid rate out of Arthur's mouth, and then it began to steam out of him like cobwebs being shot out or like strands of silly string from a can. Collectively the whole mass of viscous fluid began to ebb and flow, rise and fall until it completely covered Arthur from head to toe as if in a cocoon. David wasn't sure what to make of it. It was semi-translucent so he could still kind of still see Arthur and how he was doing, but he wasn't sure at all if Arthur was still breathing inside. He sat at the bed side feeling the cocoon for a while, when he began to hear little rips or tears. Looking down he saw where it was coming from. Arthur's hands were moving ever so slowly, but as they moved they cut into and snapped parts of the silk of the cocoon. David wondered if Arthur was trying to break out and went to help him, but the cocoon proved too strong for David himself to rip. How was Arthur doing it? Soon David realized, Arthur wasn't cutting the fabric and moving, his hands were growing. They were becoming longer, wider, thicker, stronger in size. This was confirmed when he went down to the end of the bed and heard the same rip and tearing kind of sound. Laying down on the floor and placing his right foot against Arthur's left, he watched in awe as Arthur's foot got longer and wider, meatier and thicker. It just kept getting bigger and bigger, and soon David realized, Arthur's foot was now as long, wide, and thick as his was - a size sixteen. It wasn't too long after that that Arthur's feet were now just sticking off the bed like David's did. Could it be Arthur was now six feet four inches tall like he was? Then the ripping and tearing sounds increased dramatically, but were of two different variety. There were the original smaller sounding rips, along with others that sounded a bit longer and louder mixed in. Sitting up David stared at his boyfriend's legs - the ankles were definitely beginning to look a little thicker, more solid. A vein rose up to the top on one leg and traveled up the side and across the back and it seemed to bring a pulse to the calve itself. At first it looked like the whole shin was just getting a bit thicker, but then you could begin to see that ball in the back develop and you knew it was that calve developing. It was forming a nice round ball that was soft, then tight, then grew out to something of a heart shape, all pumping and throbbing with the beat of Arthur's pulse. Arthur's legs began to sink a little deeper into the mattress as his thighs began to fill out and harden into thicker and thicker tear drop shapes. If it had been a hard floor he was lying on, one would see the space developing between the floor and his knees as his hamstring developed tight and taught like a steel cable and his thigh bicep developed big and huge and then his ass grew out and bubbled into two hard marble globes. It then became slightly quiet for a moment. The ripping noises seemed to stop. No, they had changed more into a rustling like sound of sheets being moved around and together. David stood up and loomed over the bed looking up and down Arthur to see what was happening. He was taken back because he could see that Arthur's frame did indeed fill up the bed like his did now, with the exception of the torso not being as thick. He put his hands to his mouth to kind of stifle a cry. What has happening to his boyfriend, his lover, the man he was planning to soon ask to be his fiancé? Staring down at him he eventually noticed why it had become so quiet. Arthur's muscles were still growing, still changing, but this time the growth was concentrated and centered on Arthur's abdominals and waist line which was bunching and rolling into a tighter and tighter form, developing with hundreds and thousands of crevices and lines showing all these defined and stacked bricks of abdominals and spreading out into the obliques. The fabric of the cocoon this time wasn't being ripped it was shifting and collapsing due to space being made by the shrinking waistline. It didn't take long for the ripping sounds to return as David saw the rivers of veins rise up to the surface of Arthur's skin on his veins and travel upwards. He watched as it seemed Arthur's back became wider and wider, broader and broader, and incredibly thick. But David knew it wasn't Arthur's back that was growing just yet. This was Arthur's lats spreading out wider and higher making it look as though Arthur had a pair of glider wings spreading out behind him and if he was shot out like a human cannonball, he wouldn't land into a safety net but fly and glide over it with ease. The rips became a bit louder now and David saw that the cocoon was breaking apart Arthur's chest which with each breath became thicker and wider. Arthur's pecs just ballooned out more and more going from the slight swimmer's crescents into deeper heavier ones, then into some good sized serving plates, and finally into some decent pillow, albeit very hard ones, shapes like the back cushions for a chair. His nipples became engorged and started a descent to pointing down instead of straight out, as his chest continued to heave and rise. The combination of the lats and the chest, and back which had now actually grown broader and thicker itself but hidden from view as it buried into the mattress, these three things began to push Arthur's arms further out and out from the sides of his body, as though if he took flight with his glider lats, he would use his arms to flap as extension of the wings. David could see Arthur clearer and clearer the cocoon appeared to be disappearing. With every growth outward Arthur was making, the cocoon seemed to be shrinking into him. David have a much clearer view as he watched the veins snake forth from Arthur's hands and travel up the arms. Arthur began to twirl and twist his hands at the write as if trying to make a most muscular pose of his arms, but with his hands down at his side. This caused the forearm to bunch and roll, throb and grow until it began to look something like a decently sized turkey leg: thin at the wrist joint but expanding the further you went up to the elbow. But it didn't look out of place as the muscles of the upper arm had been struck by the veins as well and they had begun to swell and flex, pop and bunch. The slight but muscular form the biceps had began to grow larger, get bigger, swelling like a balloon filled with water and more and more was coming in. A small fruit to a baseball it grew and then began to develop a split a ridge almost as if there were two bicep heads there. It was now at a point where it looked almost flexed when relaxed and developing into quite a peak when flexed. The triceps weren't neglected either, a nice horseshoe shape was forming and growing pushing Arthur's arms up and off the mattress and gave that appearance. The one that showed from the back this was a serious lifter who knew how to work his arms, and made it look like those upper arms alone would weight forty pounds each. The whole of Arthur had been growing this time. It wasn't quite as separate as David saw or remembered it. David's attention was almost brought to regular sense of awareness as very loud rips were heard over the diminishing ones of the cocoon. The delts had grown and swelled into beautiful dense and hard, round balls being held between the upper arms and mountain ridge of shoulders, which had joined the lats and back in becoming exceptionally wide and broad as though a 3d model of some small mountain range in the middle of rising up and growing due to tectonic plate movement and collision. And all this together meant it was the death of Arthur's bedtime t-shirt, which was meant for his original five foot four inch tall, extremely skinny frame. So in almost an instant the shirt just gave out and screamed in ripping terror as it spilt up the back and front of the sleeves, tore straight down the front exposing the chest, ripped out the underarms and then shredded it right down the sides due to the lats. David remembered when he was younger, still in the closet, of all the porn his buddies would show him and the scenes where the woman had been given a shirt slightly too small, and during love making one would swear her breasts began to expand, popping the button or ripping the shirt until suddenly she was exposed and there by the thinnest of strips of cloth were her breasts supported and held in place as they heaved, grew, and bounced. Only this time... here and now...the same scenario was playing out but it was with a man and his pectorals that just ballooned out and then was caught by the bottom part of the shirt until the lats helped the rip continue further all the way down his abdomen. One last bit of ripping was to be heard. Following the noise David gasped and watched as Arthur's package, which already seemed larger than he recalled, grew out like some kind of snake slithering out of Arthur's groin. It grew out longer and thicker over a pair of balls that appeared to be gaining size as well. It grew and grew until, hitting the bottom of the pouch it had to turn in just a bit to either travel under or back up. The underwear, again, originally for Arthur's smaller frame as he hadn't had a chance to buy newer clothes for his five foot ten inch self, was stretched and pulled and it began to pop and rip a bit. Even lying down, Arthur's assets were pushing, rolling the pouch down and out further and further from his body. The waist band started to travel down... down.... and then up and down, up and off of Arthur's body. Between his package, his bubble butt, and now two increases of height, Arthur made these pair of underwear now look like posers that were excessively too small for him. Suddenly Arthur sat up. He was still in a daze and covered still some of the fluid that made the cocoon, although most of it had vanished either into thin air or presumably Arthur's body. "Arthur?" "You have stolen something from me...." "No... no...baby... it's me, David. Your love. I'm not Mr. Toro." "YOU HAVE STOLEN SOMETHING FROM ME!" And with lightning reflexes Arthur was instantly standing up and grabbed David by the throat. David stared in wide-eyed wonder at the body now in front of him. Arthur was indeed as tall as he was, but now slightly bigger in build. Arthur was something just slightly beyond a personal trainer's build. A wrestler? A gymnast? He was just large enough to definitely turn heads and be exceptionally impressive, but not quite at the professional bodybuilder level. David's mine was flooded with thoughts and emotions. Is Arthur going to try and kill him? Could he defend himself and allow himself to hurt Arthur in protection or worse yet, kill him, if needed? Would Arthur come to and be himself again? And if he did....how this work now.... his partner of equal size and power.... maybe even stronger? "aaauuuuuugh" David let a moan escape from his lips as suddenly his 8.5 inch member rose to complete stiffness and length in what felt like a second. That moment of thought was all that Arthur needed. Pushing David by the throat, Arthur slammed him into the wall and held him there, choking him. David tried to reason with him. "Honey... it's me.... Da....da.... DAVID! I'M DAVID!" "I AM A MILE WIDE!" "Yes.... yes you are a big guy like I am now... but babe, I didn't steal from...urrrk!" "YOU STOLE FROM ME!" "NO! no no no.... no baby, I stole nothing from you... I love you....I'm.... I'm David..." "I.....I......You....... I am.....a..... mile wide...." For a moment it seemed like Arthur was coming to his senses, but it turned out to be a mixed state of mind. His statement over and over again was becoming more tender, gentler, you could feel love within it, but it was still the same statement, "I am a mile wide." His hold although softened, still held firm. Then, Arthur raised one hand and brushed off the shirt that didn't cling to him, but just lay there draped over his shoulders. As the shirt was fluttering to the ground, Arthur grabbed the waist band of his oh, too tight, underwear and just ripped them clean off. In the next moment his hand that was on David's throat moved to a shoulder and he flipped David around, face to the wall. In the next instant David's pants were ripped down and his bubble butt exposed and Arthur stuffed his ample cock inside David's ass. "Oh god.... is this what he's always wanted?" thought David. "Was I maybe actually stealing something from him because we usually had me play the top? Was this how it was going to be now, that Arthur needed to dominate? Needed to OOOOH!" David gasped in the realization that not only was Arthur's cock the same size as his, but that it was soft and was growing longer and thicker as it became hard inside of him. And as he realized that his boyfriend was larger hung than him, and possible bigger built than him, he wondered what would happen if Arthur got even bigger in both places as well as taller? "Auuuuuuuuugh...." David cock throbbed even harder at that thought and as Arthur rammed into him, David thought he was so rock hard now his cock just poked a hole through the wall it was pressed against. Unsure whether it was courage or lust David suddenly used his police training to get himself released from Arthur and push him back, but then he ran towards him and with hands embracing Arthur's head lip locked with him so hard they might both needed a dentist appointment and oral surgery afterwards. While locked in this great tonsillectomy kiss of passion, David pushed Arthur back into a chair and once there, straddled Arthur's lap. Grabbing a hold of Arthur's fully erect cock, David at first gasped, feeling it's incredible length and thickness, and then moaned greatly as he slide down on it, stuff it into his own hole. Arthur approved of this and stood up carrying David across the room, after David locked his legs and feet around Arthur's waist as best as he could. Arthur went to throw David and himself upon a side table, but the combined weight of the two plus sized men was too much for it and they crashed to the floor. Was no matter as Arthur kept pounding away until with a roar that some of the neighbors heard, he released and came flooding David's ass, while David at the same time reached an orgasm, without having to touch his own cock or balls, and went off like a geyser himself. This would not be the first piece of furniture broken or climaxed reached by the two this evening before they collapsed in exhaustion at the break of dawn. ************************************************************************* On the other side of town, Dr. Charles Orlando sits at his home desk and computer staring at multiple screens of various search engines. [June 16, ??16] Scanning the information called up he sighs as he sees nothing, at least nothing of interest he could find in connection with a patient of his. He tries another date about three months later and still nothing really stands out at him. [June 16, ??91] Again nothing much. He tries looking up the dates on the Buddhist and Hindu calendars. Still nothing that might help him figure out the puzzle. He tries the dates again concerning art and galleries. Nothing. He tries the dates with theft. Hundreds of petty crimes, but nothing that he could see as a connection. He tries the date with sports still nothing except it the latter year date was the first year Mr. Toro won his first Mr. Olympia contest. But then something caught his eye in one article. "As expected the Olympia crown went to Gerogio 'The Bull' Toro. No one could match him in symmetry, definition, striations, vascularity, and size. No one save Miles Ashe, but with his unfortunate demise the way was left completely open for Mr. Toro to step on up... .... ...." Quickly Dr. Orlando typed into his search engines.... [June 16, ??91 Miles Ashe] As if he had found a key to unlock a dam door, suddenly his screens were flooded with information no matter which way he turned. All of them bearing the same story in various fashions. "June 17th, ??91 The world of bodybuilding is in a complete state of shock this morning at the discovery of a horrible accident that occurred in the early hours of yesterday evening. One of bodybuilding's greatest stars, in fact one of the hottest rising stars in the sport, Miles Ashe known as 'Mile Wide' for his incredible broad shoulders and back, was killed last night in a horrific traffic accident. It seems that just a scant few miles from his house, while traveling down Redwood Road. a road know in infamy as being a dangerous and deadly road for its steep grade that ends in a hair pin curve. Mr. Ashe's brakes gave way sending him careening off the road and into a tree. Authorities say it is a complete tragedy as although he hit the tree slightly head on and the air bags deployed, the behemoth muscle man couldn't get out of the car not because the car itself held any obstacle for him, but that the way in which the car his actually pushed the engine block right on top of Mr. Ashe's legs, basically placing it into his lap. The steering wheel and dash which was also pushed forward, crumpled and gave way to Mr. Ashe's might pectoral muscles, but engine block was an even match for the bodybuilding phenom. Unable to move that block off of himself, Mr. Ashe died when the car caught fire. Hundreds of folks have been traveling down this road today and throwing bouquets of flowers, some even decorated plates of weight where the accident occurred. They are saddened at the loss of this great man who was poised to compete this year and probably break the record number of both consecutive and non-consecutive wins held by a Mr. Olympia contestant. .... .... ...." Suddenly the phone rang jarring Dr. Orlando awake. "Hello?... .... .... .... Ah Dr. Barua have you had a chance to examine the fluid that I sent you? .... .... .... Well, I just found something that has me convinced more than ever what it is.... .....That's what I thought too... ectoplasm. Doctor.... .... Sambaran, I think this case here might call for your abilities. I need you to fly here as soon as possible."

Hey everyone, I've long sort of wanted to create a forced growth story that involved these kind of themes, but never had time to do it before. I thought about breaking it up into chapters, but I decided to go with one long story since this is a one-off anyway. I hope you guys enjoy! _______________________________________________________________________ My boyfriend Aaron cheated on me. I found out the night before our one-year anniversary. I mean, I understand why he did it. He’s been complaining about my new size and my “excessive” body hair, for months. You see, Aaron wants a male model, and I am no longer anything like that. I am “grotesquely” muscular now (I mean, is 250 lbs of muscle on a 6’ guy that huge? I don’t think so) But for Aaron, that’s way too big. I’m way too big for him. He likes men smaller, more submissive. Aaron is a smart man. He’s extremely sharp, witty, funny. He works in corporate giving and has been able to climb a steep career later quickly. All these things drew me to him when we first started dating. The fact that he wasn’t exactly my type didn’t bother me much. He’s very handsome, naturally tanned thanks to his half Mexican ancestry, and after a day or two without a razor, he gets this nice thick designer stubble. The guy totally grabbed my attention when we first started dating. It wasn’t until later I realized how controlling he really was. Aaron likes those Anglo-looking smooth chested Abercrombie model types. He would practically show disdain for other Latino gay guys. He must have had some sort of complex involving his Mexican family. Personally, I don’t understand why. Maria, his mother, is an incredibly loving and caring woman, but he always seemed to act embarrassed by her. For a time, I almost fit the bill for the kind of white boys Aaron fawned over. I used to be pretty thin, 180 or so pounds. I didn’t know this about Aaron at first, but his attempts to control my appearance, to keep me and mold me into his type, became more and more apparent the longer we dated. I’d always been pretty hairy, so I had often been described as an “otter”, which didn’t bother me any. There are some hot guys that identify as otters, but Aaron wanted me to stay shaved and smooth. So I shaved for him. What dope I was. So back to me- I like all kinds of guys. I like big hairy bearish men or thinner handsome guys like Aaron from all kinds of backgrounds, but the type I’ve always really liked the most are those huge weightlifters. Even as a kid I’d lust over those super heavyweight bodybuilders in the muscle mags. Especially the offseason type guys- Big hairy, beefy, powerfully built men, and muscle bears. But who doesn’t like a big muscle bear? Obviously, these kinds of guys are pretty rare in the gay community and they’re thankfully not the only kind of men I am into. I had never actually even dated a big lifter (and I do like them really big). Everyone I’d been with up till then was pretty normal, generally athletic. Roughly same age. In fact, I never really expected to date some bodybuilder either. But eventually, with the ability to make changes in my physique becoming easier, with the certain, shall we say, abilities that I had been blessed with and practiced (as limited as they actually are) I decided to start making changes. The little tricks I could pull, the levitation of small objects or changing the color of cloth, I billed as a magic trick and it made me pretty popular at parties. I enjoyed my reputation as an occasional magician (even though the powers of the council frowned on it). But Aaron never found out about the real spells I could weave into my life, to him it was just parlor tricks. Which is just as well. I had recently began learning and expanding my repertoire, and with much excitement I was getting to the level where I could make the kinds of changes I really desired. Actual changes in the matter and size of an object, and then, of a person. I was starting to learn the spells that for so long had eluded me. I was gaining the technical ability that was going to allow me the body I had always wanted. The kind of body I had always lusted after. First I started to change my appearance with the simple things. Non magical things. I grew out my beard, which I liked a lot, and Aaron didn’t seem to mind at first, but he kept telling me “it’s getting long, you should trim it”. Then, like I mentioned, I let my body hair grow out. Aaron didn’t like this. He said I should shave it or “at least keep it trimmed”. Good lord could he be an asshole. He was so charming most of the time it was easy to forget how obsessed with appearances he could be. His constant preening in front of the mirror should have been my first clue. “you’re getting prickly” he would complain. Once my body hair really started getting thicker after a few weeks I started getting real complaints from Aaron. I told him I was tired of shaving and trimming for him and I liked it and it was my natural appearance and he would get used to it. He didn’t take too kindly to my comments. He thought it was “gross” and needed to be trimmed. Well screw that. Then a month later I began the most serious of grievances. I started my big bulk. With my aforementioned abilities, I’m now able to make physical modifications that can be… rather dramatic. I’d done smaller transformation spells periodically. I’d changed hair color, even dabbled in minor spells that changed weight before. But all that was preparation for bigger things to come. This was going to be the most intense spell I had ever tried to cast, and really stretched me to try something I never thought I’d be able to do. Under the power of my body modification spell my physique began to slowly change. Each day after the spell had been cast I could see my muscles grow fuller, thicker. The gains I made were just slow enough that it might possibly be viewed as steroid induced, but fast enough to provide me with the results I eagerly waited for. Aaron certainly accused me of doing a cycle, which I didn’t mind. Watching my muscles inflated rounder, fuller, thicker day by day turned me on. It was such a rush, and I was getting so much stronger in the gym. In less than three months I grew from 180 to 225. I outweighed Aaron by 30 lbs, and was definitely outlifting him. It bothered Aaron a lot. It’s definitely a power thing, as a top he didn’t care for me becoming bigger and stronger than him. “You’re getting too big” he complained. I got big fast and it freaked Aaron out. He quickly went from being the bigger man to being smaller than me, less muscular and weaker than me. That really upset him, though he tried to hide it. At first he was competitive with me in the gym, but after I started out benching him and out lifting him, he lost interest in working out together and started going in the mornings instead. I know that was because he was embarrassed by how much stronger I was than him. Part of me was sympathetic. Aaron is a control freak and he must have felt like he could control his boyfriend before I started growing. I thought for a time of turning the spell on him and have him grow, but then I figured…He probably wouldn’t want to get that big. It wouldn’t be ethical to change someone without their permission, right? We stopped having sex. I know it’s because I had gotten too big for his taste. I grew to 240 and then some. I loved it. I was benching 275 with ease and with all my chest hair I was looking like a big muscle bear. My muscles budged in all my shirts. My arms were 19” inches around. I began to notice that I was (and am still) getting attention from a totally different set of people, and boy was I getting a lot of attention. The attention was also starting to come from kind of people who I also favored. Other big gay lifters. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe to fit my new size, but I was happy. I couldn’t keep all of my gains totally lean, so my midsection thickened a bit. My face filled out some too, but not too much. I just sort of bulked up into a big guy everywhere. My arms, my chest, shoulders, back, butt, thighs grew beefy and strong. I looked like the offseason bodybuilder, the kind I always wanted. I didn’t care if my abs were defined. My stomach was so hairy I couldn’t really see them anyway. Though, to be honest, I really only feel that big when I see a picture of myself. That’s the only time I really realize how large I am now. And that reminds me of when, a month before our anniversary, Aaron decided he didn’t want me in a facebook photo with him. He said with a half-joking smile “No one is going to recognize you anyway, now that you’re a roided out Sasquatch”. He told me I was “turning into a muscle freak” and that I “needed to stop juicing” so I could look normal in pictures again. I guess part of me knows I should have dropped him right then, or he should have dropped me, but part of me still had this attachment to his charms, which are numerous. And again, he’s also really handsome. For all of his apparent self-hate, I think it’s his mixed ancestry that provided him such stunningly good looks. So then Aaron cheated on me. Apparently he had been cheating on me since I had started bulking up. He was cheating on me before I even really got big! And then, a day after we broke it off, that asshole had the nerve to flaunt his new blond boy-toy in front of everyone on facebook. He didn’t give a shit about me. Now he could bring Elliott out in the open and show him off. The picture he posted of the two of them, with Elliott grinning like an idiot was the last straw. That dumb blonde twink and my idiot ex had really poked the bear, so to speak. He was going to get it. What it was, I wasn’t sure. So I was angry, feverishly thinking about what I could do. I could turn his stupid twink boyfriend into a toad (the council would never let me do that if they found out about it) or maybe I could make Elliot fat, or I could shrink his dick… (again, the council would notice) In actuality, I really couldn’t do any of those things. For one I didn’t know how to and for another, the council monitors the use of spells and especially, especially the use of curses. I think, to be honest, the regular spells don’t receive any attention, but using anything that can qualify as an actual curse lights up their screens like a Christmas tree. It would be seen. And I could get into big, big trouble. So what could I do, then? Something to fuck with Elliott and Aaron, but nothing damaging or hurtful. If I got audited, it would have to be something I could spin as a blessing, as harmless. It also had to be something I knew how to actually do. Something I had experience with. Muscles and hair, naturally. That's what got him to dump me, and well, everyone likes muscle, right? The council could overlook me giving some stupid gay man gigantic muscles, right? What if I made Elliot so big Aaron would be disgusted by him? What if I made Elliot so hairy you couldn’t even see skin on his chest? Or so huge he could barely move? Well , that is exactly what I decided to do. I will be honest, I sort of stalked Aaron and Elliot that week. By the time I cast the spell I had been observing them from afar for several days. I felt like I had to do this to perfect the spell. The greatest thing about my spell, if I do say so myself, is how layered it is. I really did my homework on this one, because Elliott would be oblivious. He wouldn’t notice a hair of his out of place, so to speak. Now that was my masterpiece. That took a hell of a lot of preparation too. Part of me was sure it wasn’t going to work. But sure enough it did. Elliot Zimmerman was soon going to turn into a gigantically overblown muscular furball. ____________________________________ Elliott and Aaron had gone to Palm Springs the weekend the spell took hold. As Aaron drove that Friday evening the first changes began. Dark hair began sprouting underneath Elliott’s shirt. His thin blonde treasure trail began to grow wider, darker and thicker. Oblivious to any changes, Elliott just scratched mindlessly as a fan of short, dark hair began to spread and first over his stomach, then over his chest. Aaron, concentrating on the road, didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The sun was setting, it was getting dark in the car anyway. Elliott’s beard began to sprout, growing high up on his cheeks where no hair had grown before. It came in thicker and darker than ever, contrasting with the light hair on his head. In the dark car, Aaron didn’t even see his boyfriend’s new stubble. The same dark hair began to spread over his forearms and on the top of his hands. Elliott’s body hair spread rapidly and grew long, soon completely covering Elliot’s thin torso. It rapidly formed a forest on his chest and stomach, all the way to the base of his neck. Black hairs began to poke out from under his collar. The growing fur began wrapping around to his back, spreading out into a striking pattern. It continued to lengthen and thicken until his entire back was covered in the same thick carpet of hair as his front. His chest hair had grown so bushy and dense that it began to poof out his shirt ever so subtly. Soon there was unbroken thick coverage from his beard all the way down to his toes.. Elliott had in the course of about an hour gone from a fairly hairless guy into an exceptionally hairy young man. At the same time, Elliott’s shirt started to get ever so slightly tighter around his lean frame. By the time he stepped out of the car in Palm Springs, Elliot was nearly 10 lbs heavier. He didn’t know that was the amount at the time, but it was apparent on his thin body that his muscles had grown. Aaron, upon stepping out of the car and seeing his boyfriend, suddenly became aware of the changes. First and most obvious was the thick stubble, which Elliott never had had before. Secondly, his arms were completely covered in thick black swirls of hair and his collar showed a thicket of long chest hair. “What the fuck is this?” Aaron exclaimed poking at the hair at the base of Elliot’s neck. “And when did you start growing a beard?” Elliot just shrugged. Nothing really seemed different to him, he didn’t feel any different. “I dunno” he replied This seemed to infuriate Aaron even more. “What do you mean you don’t know? You didn’t look like this when we left LA! Is this some kind of prank? Did someone put you up to this?” With his long fingers, Aaron grabbed some of the long hairs at the base of Elliot’s neck with his hand and pulled hard. “OW!” Elliot cried. “That hurt!” Aaron looked at the almost two inch long chest hairs he had pulled out that were now between his fingers. “Disgusting!” he exclaimed. “What kind of prank is this? Did you glue this on? Where’d you get this hair? This is disgusting Elliott, this is really gross.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about babe. Let's get inside the hotel.” Elliott replied calmly. The two made their way inside and into the hotel room. Aaron kept looking over his boyfriend, shocked to see his bushy forearms, covered in thick black hair. The hair continued up his arms and on the other side of his collar, he saw a thick fan of hair extending down his neck towards his back. Aaron could only guess what hairy mess lay underneath that snug tee shirt. And was it his imagination or did Elliott look bigger too? He couldn’t be sure. When they got into the room, Elliott, not keen on revisiting the strange behavior Aaron was displaying, just calmly set his stuff down and started the shower. Aaron looked on in horror as Elliot stripped of his shirt, unveiling what had to be the hairiest torso he had ever seen. Completely covered in swirling masses of black hair, from his stomach up over his chest and shoulders to his back. Everything was covered in a nearly equally thick distribution. Not only that, but the short beard he sported was looking longer, growing farther down his neck and totally merging with his chest. Aaron was beside himself. “Jesus christ, you’re like a fucking monkey! What the hell has happened to you? This can't be, this isn’t real!” Elliott just looked at him puzzled as he continued to prep himself for the shower, pulling off his socks and taking his braclets off. “I mean, this has to be glued on” He continued. Aaron walked up close, reaching out and touching the thick hair with his hand. It felt real, it looked real, but all that was impossible. How could a blonde guy have sprouted a total rug of black hair all over his body in the span of a few hours? Aaron looked up, in the light Elliott’s hair appeared brown, not blonde. “What is going on?! Is this like hidden camera or something?” Aaron continued. “It’s super gross. You’ve got to take this off.” “OK, I’m jumping into the shower now” Elliott said, ignoring the hysterics of his boyfriend. Aaron watched his boyfriend, now the hairiest man he had ever seen, turned his furry back to him and walked nude to the shower. “I think I’m going to hurl!” Aaron yelled back, full of hyperbole. Aaron started poking around the room, looking for a camera or some sort of indication that this was a prank. He tried to figure out if he was on something, maybe he was high? Maybe they were both high and he was hallucinating. Aaron splashed water on his face and then went to bed. He tried not to think about whatever was happening too much. He dozed off only to woken up a half hour later by the feeling of a beard rubbing up against his neck. Elliott was cuddling with him. Aaron could feel all this hair, pressing up against him as his boyfriend snuggled up close. “Off!” He protested “Off of me until you either take that nasty costume off or shave it off” He protested. Elliott again just shrugged his hairy shoulders and turned to face the other way, cuddling with a pillow instead. The next morning Aaron woke up, having nearly forgotten about the night before. Until he looked over and saw the large, dark haired, heavily bearded furball next to him. The man still had the face of Elliott, but his beard looked to be three inches long. Every inch of his muscular body was covered in a carpet or black hair. Even though he was still laying down, there was no mistaking that Elliott was bigger. “Jesus, Elliott, what has happened to you?” Aaron asked loudly. Elliott’s eyes flickered open and he stretched his long, powerful arms “Wha?” the man groaned in response. “Elliott, wake up. I know this can't all be real. Take this disgusting costume off, stop trying to pretend… “ As Aaron said this he pushed his hands into the powerful hairy expanse of Elliott’s newly muscular back, feeling the rippling cordes of solid muscle. There was no mistaking the feeling of pushing into muscle like that. Aaron moved his hands around to Elliott’s larger shoulders. this wasn’t fake, this wasn’t a costume. This was real hair and real muscle. Aaron’s eyes grew wide as he realized that the man he was in bed with was indeed Elliott Zimmerman. Overnight 40 lbs had piled onto Elliott’s frame. The man had rapidly grown from a twink to a superhairy musclebear. Aaron felt like he must have been losing his mind. He had to be dreaming. His boyfriend looked like he was just inflating with muscle. The man half asleep next to him was over 220 lbs of sculpted, hairy, muscular beef. Elliott groaned again: “I’m starving. Can you get me something to eat?” Aaron decided he’d probably need some fresh air. “I’ll get something.” Aaron said, throwing on a shirt and heading out. He tried to clear his mind, figure out a rational explanation for everything. He tried to reason with himself, figure out why he might be hallucinating or dreaming. By the time Aaron return with some coffee and a bagel, Elliot was up out of bed, a shirtless hulking beast hunched over the table in their hotel suite. He was busy cramming food into his mouth. The man looked absolutely massive now. “Goddamn, what has happened to you?!” Aaron exclaimed again Elliott looked up doe eyed. With food in his mouth. “Huh?” He muttered. “Oh, sorry, I got hungry and you took so long… I ran downstairs and got some stuff.” Elliott had now surpassed 250 lbs and was growing just a little larger with each bite. Aaron stood there, mouth agape. He was watching his now dark haired boyfriend grow beefier by the second. With eat bite there would be a slight swell of his rounded shoulders, or a flex of his thickening traps, or a little twinge on his meaty forearms. Aaron stood there silently, able to see his boyfriend blowing up into a furry behemoth right in front of him. Elliott didn’t seem to mind the changes . He seemed actually to not really be aware of them, except for in the sort of most vague terms. He knew his shirts didn’t fit him anymore, but he didn’t really seem to know why. Even when he looked in the mirror, which now reflected gigantic bodybuilder with enormously broad, bowling ball shoulders and massively meaty, extremely hairy pecs, Elliott didn’t seem to process it. Elliott continued to stuff his mouth full of the pastries, sandwiches and snacks he had found downstairs. He had virtually stockpiled food in the hour that Aaron had been away. And soon he was pushing past 270 lbs of offseason fur-covered muscular beef. Something about his heavily bearded face also made him look different. He looked even darker. “There’s a taqueria next door we should go to!” he said with a near perfect accent. “Stop it! Stop it!” Aaron exclaimed. “You’re turning yourself into a monster! Stop eating!” Elliot stopped, but he just stood there, puzzled. Neither of them really knew what they could do next. As the day wore on the growth continued, it slowed down, but it continued throughout the rest of their Palm springs vacation. Aaron was shaking though, the changes put him on edge. Nothing seemed right. Even Elliot’s face was becoming harder to recognize. His hair was black, his skin was tan. His nose, something about his nose looked different. He sounded the same, he was the same height, but everything else was so totally transformed that Aaron hardly couldn’t believe it was real. Much to his own disgust Aaron had to track down a big and tall shop in town to find clothes for Elliott to wear. At his new size, nothing he owed would even come close to fitting. “Gracias mi amor” Elliott said when Aaron returned with his new clothes. “Te quiero muchísimo”. Aaron just sat there puzzled by his flawless Mexican accent. Elliot didn’t ever speak to him in spanish. Part of Aaron wondered what it would be like to parade around with a huge 300 lbs slab of muscle freak on his arm. It might come with a certain cache to be seen with a giant gay muscle freak who could be seen as “his” boy. At the same time, Aaron was still disgusted by how overly hairy and large he was. In his mind, it was beyond disfiguring. Complete excess.Totally gross. He has never been with a man so big, but at least Elliot seemed as placid and under control. Maybe he could turn out to be a giant muscle slave of his afterall. Watching Elliott walk now would almost be comical if he wasn’t so baffled and shocked by the transformation. The huge man now sauntered with his legs apart, thighs bulging so thick that they inevitably rubbed against each other, his back so broad that it forced his hefty arms up from his sides. Later that day Elliott wanted to go to the pool, but no longer owned swim trunks that would even get past his bulging calves, so regardless of the rules, Elliott went skinny dipping behind Aaron’s back. Staying at a gay establishment proved beneficial for the enormous muscle man. They were quite tolerant of his rule breaking. Elliott attracted a huge amount of attention from the gays around him. Aaron was beyond embarrassed. To him, Elliott looked totally deformed from too much muscle. A body warped into a ridiculously unattractive size, covered in so much hair that he looked more animal than human. Elliott’s beard was wild and untamed, growing down to the top of his overgrown chest. Nonetheless, somehow this huge hulk was attracting choruses of “woofs” from the older men around the pool, all of whom were impressed. “Is that your boyfriend?” one older bearish man asked Aaron poolside. Aaron nodded sheepishly. “Man, you latin boys sure can grow nice and big. What are you feeding him!?” Aaron didn’t even know how to respond. Latin? Was Elliott latin now? Sure enough, the dark tan he had developed, the excessive black hair, the strong prominent nose...long gone was that blond waspy look. Elliott could definitely pass for latino now. As he stood there, disapprovingly watching the whole scene unfold, he heard Elliott use the kind of slang his gay cousin would say. “Aye, papi...” he said to one of the 40 something bearish men flirting with him in the pool. What had happened to his boyfriend? Aaron cursed himself internally. He now had an overblown latino gorilla as a boyfriend. Had Aaron been with this freak the whole time? Had the small twink he had envisioned actually been some massively overgrown hairy cholo? Whatever was happening, this wasn’t for him. How was he going to get out of this? Aaron had enough of the gawking and attention from the rather rambunctious older gay crowd. They wanted a piece of his now enormous boyfriend. Elliott liked the attention, flexing his now 25” inch arms and getting a chorus of ooos and awws. Aaron stormed off, something Elliott didn’t fail to notice even in the crowd of his adoring fans. Elliott went out with his new “friends” from the pool, eating and drinking that evening. Even some fooling around. By the time Elliott returned to their room at midnight, he was shirtless, bigger than ever, and drunk. How 350 lbs man could get that drunk was a mystery. They left palm springs the next morning. Aaron didn’t say a word to the overblown muscle bear next to him on the car ride home. He was passed out anyway. There was hardly room to move in that car, with Elliott's shoulders pushing right over the seat into Aaron. It made for a cramped driving experience. Aaron kept looking over with disgust at the overgrown freak next to him. At least he had trimmed his beard back. He was still so gross though, his muscles so bloated, so covered in sweaty, nasty body hair. And his face- he wasn’t even handsome anymore, with that big nose, huge black eyebrows and beard. Aaron said to himself. A disgusting, ratty mess of hair everywhere. And all that enormous disfiguring muscle. He looked totally deformed to him now. How could any man find this pile of meat attractive? Some guys must be into the missing-link look, he reasoned. Aaron heard his soon-to-be ex mutter something in spanish in his sleep. ‘And now he’s Mexican, of course’ Aaron thought to himself. He had the face of some nasty gay cholo like his cousin and his friends. He cringed at the idea of dating one of them. _______________________________ 10 days after I had laid the spell down on Elliott, I gasped at the beautiful,freakishly large muscle hulk my work had created. He was walking in WeHo, crushing the sidewalk and getting stares from every passerby. His thighs rolled around each other, fighting for space. His shirt and shorts were barely containing all his hairy mass. Dark hair, dark eyes and the biggest muscular build I’d ever seen. Every inch of him bulged with extreme mass. I really didn’t even recognize him. He was like a dream. Gone was that twink I hated, here was a overgrown, hirsute latin mass monster I had created. He really did look latin too. Extremely handsome. I was quite proud of my work. The sheer freaky size and furriness factor was the only way I could be sure I was looking at Elliott. 400 lbs superhairy muscle freaks don’t exactly come along every day. And he was far inconspicuous everyone was staring at him as he sauntered along, his huge mass flexing and bouncing with each step.. And clueless Elliott knew no different. It was as if he had always looked this way. He imagined being 400 lbs of rippling muscle was just as natural for him as having black hair and a furry chest. Although now he found himself single again. After Palm Springs Aaron had stopped talking to him all together. He wasn’t even responding to his texts, even the little love notes he had sent in spanish. Elliott was truly a sight to seen. Every muscle bulged and flexed with just the slightest movement. His traps, his massive rounded delts, his huge furry chest and thick, hair-covered cobblestone abs. The man’s massive back was even covered in a carpet of hair. There just were no bodybuilders who compared to him in size now. XXXL shirts were struggling to hold together on his massive frame. His arms were pushed out far to his sides because of the sheer size of his lats. God, he just exuded testosterone. He just exuded a hyper-masculine, overblown sexiness. So much muscle. So much to flex. And Elliott was totally clueless about why he was so special. Our eyes met on the street. Fuck, I wanted him so badly. I wanted that gorgeous, huge muscle beast. And damn it, I was going to have him. ____________________________________________________________ Aaron was still shaken by the weekend with Elliott. How could anyone transform like that over a few hours? He kept looking at pictures in his phone of the smaller blond man he had dated before Palm Springs. A total opposite of the mexican muscle freak he had left with. He wasn’t crazy, he couldn’t be. There was something going on that caused Elliot and even his previous boyfriend, Kevin, to grow into huge bodybuilders. He couldn’t say how, but it must have connected back to Kevin. Aaron had a new man that weekend. Some hookup from Grindr named Spencer. A cute, shorter recent grad from UC Irvine. Spencer had the lithe little build of the white guys he usually went for. It was in such dramatic contrast to the monster he had just parted ways with, not hairy, not dark, not overgrown. The two jumped in bed together the first chance they could. As Aaron lifted Spencer’s legs up in the bed and began pounding his ass, something strange started happening. The few hairs on Spencer’s chest started spreading, growing a little thicker and fuller. With each thrust Spencer’s body inflated ever so slightly larger, growing more muscular, more defined. Aaron looked down after a moment to see a now hairy chested, athletic looking man who was starting to visibly grow in front of him. He stopped pounding him immediately, freaked out by the noticeable developments. “Ay, No terindas!” Spencer said in effortless spanish. Aaron’s blood ran cold. “Fuck!” was all Aaron could mutter as he watched his Grindr hookup’s dark chest hair grew visibly thicker, spreading over his shoulders. At the same time, Spencer’s muscles started to balloon, becoming heavier, thicker and larger right in front of him. This time, the whole thing was happening even faster.

Travis quickly stripped naked, exposing his godlike body to the chill Alaskan air. Even relaxed and cold, his muscles were enormous, and they seemed to dance as he bent over and arranged his clothes, neatly folding them into a pile on the tundra rocks. 20 yards back Tina was filming her boyfriend and she couldn't help but get wet at the sight of his glorious nude body, 265 lbs of impossibly strong muscular beef. Her eyes danced over the orgy of ripped muscles that lay before her. His shoulders were her favourite she decided, they bulged huge, easily as large as pair of football helmets. She always had to stretch her arms wide to grope and fondle both of them at the same time. From the front she was a big fan of his massive pecs and thickly muscled abdomen, which were both without equal even in the world of super-heavyweight bodybuilders. Of course her eyes always crept back to his naked sexy ass, round and tight with all its incredible thrusting power. This was the fifth time in as many years that Travis had come to Alaska. Four times he had tried to defeat one of the massive grizzly bears during their mating season fights. Each time he had been forced to withdraw, unable to match the sheer size and strength and of these 700lb creatures. The mighty bodybuilder was feeling good about his chances this year though. He finally broke through the one-tonne squat plateau at the start of the year, and had benched 1300lbs a short time later. Knowing that a naked wrestling match with a grizzly would require superhuman endurance and pain tolerance, he had increased the ferocity of his workouts to unbelievable levels. For months he suffered through 20-rep squats with over a thousand pounds slung across his vast shoulders. He even bought a cruel whip for Tina, and she would mercilessly pound his body with it until his skin was covered in red marks. She had never beaten him though, his determined mind always fighting through the pain until his girlfriend would lie collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, defeated by her bodybuilding boyfriend that she had taken to calling "Superman." Travis walked up to a mighty grizzly, large even for its species, and tipping the scales at over 800 lbs. The huge bear had easily defeated a young male the day before and was eager to breed, its gigantic body coursing with animal testosterone. It reared on its hind legs as Travis approached. Even with his supersized bodybuilder muscles, he looked like small, easy prey for this ultimate apex predator. Travis made himself look big, making his challenging intentions clear. The bear roared and fell on top of Travis. Tina gasped as this happened but her boyfriend's nude body didn't yield to the immense weight, his ass tightened into an iron ball and his forearms stood out like steel cables as he absorbed having all that animal muscle fall onto him. Holding the bear for a second, he used his massive pecs to shove the bear backwards, the huge animal toppling over in a giant crash. Travis admired what he had done for a second and he made his pillow like pecs dance in triumph. He had trained his body to such an extent that he could bench press this huge bear if he wanted to and this fact turned him on immensely. Uninjured but angry, the bear got up and charged. Any other human would have fled in terror but Travis held his ground, crouching forward with all his spectacular muscles flexing hard. The collision of these two goliaths, one of them triple the size of the other, was monumental. Travis' heavy body was actually pushed back several feet, his bare toes sliding over the rough hard ground. Powerful paws tore into his skin, leaving red marks but unable to pierce his iron-hard muscles. Claws that would have sliced a normal human to ribbons were simply an annoyance to Travis' amazing body. The bear's crushing jaws were another matter, they could eviscerate his face or throat if he wasn't careful. Holding the 800 pound bear back with one hand, he used the other to force those massive jaws upwards and away from him. The two mighty animals were locked in a test of strength now. Bare naked human muscle somehow, impossibly, was a match for something that was could have easily slain a dozen normal men. For several minutes the two creatures wrestled, holding each other tightly. Travis could tell that he was much stronger than even this huge bear, although its sheer weight and towering height kept things even, not to mention having to use one arm to keep those jaws away from him. This realization made him very excited, it was one of his strength fantasies coming true! Thousands of hours in the gym had forged himself into a real life Hercules. He could feel the bear's struggles growing weaker now as his muscular endurance also proved superior than this ferocious wild animal. Redoubling his efforts, he used his massively pumped legs to force the bear backwards, much to Tina's delight. Her boyfriend was going to win! She couldn't see it, but Travis was enjoying himself even more so. As the feeling of male power washed over him, his monster sized cock surged upwards. An erection stronger than he had ever enjoyed brushed animal fur before finally reaching just above the dense plates of his thick eight pack. Strength-lust overcame Travis' mind and he wanted nothing more than to shoot a huge load off. He reversed his efforts and pulled the massive bear forward onto him, letting them both fall backwards onto the hard earth! There was an immense thud as 800lbs of wild animal slammed Travis' broad back into the ground. The weight was nothing to his splendid muscles and he loved the feeling of all that mass pressing him into the earth. Wrapping his redwood thighs around the massive bear, he used this once powerful creature as simulation, thrusting himself against its furry belly again and again. His huge naked thighs pressed into the grizzly, causing it pain as Travis realized that he could literally crush this huge animal to death if he wanted, its enormous body no match for his powerhouse thighs that, even on a bad day, could easily crack coconuts. Now they were so pumped, so swollen with muscle that even a bowling ball wouldn't stand a chance against them. Holding the bear's jaws shut with both hands now, the pumped up bodybuilder thrust his cock with wild abandon until he came harder that he had ever before in his life. Vast quantities of superhuman sperm shot out of his fist sized balls as Travis nearly blacked out from the pleasure.The sexy man closed his eyes and moaned loudly as his huge cock just kept cumming and cumming. Both muscular bronzed skin and dark brown fur were getting extremely sticky now from the enormous load that spewed out in endless thick gouts. Tina was close by now, filming her boyfriend having a better orgasm with a male bear that he had ever had with her. Finally his moaning stopped as he orgasm wound down. His erection was still steel hard and monstrous and Travis wanted nothing more than experience that feeling again. The naked man manhandled the exhausted grizzly until he had it in a rear choke. "Sweet dreams pal" Tina thought as the bear slipped into unconsciousness, defeated by the tremendous strength of a powerful male bodybuilder. Travis' dirty, sticky body looked awesome as he stood up, his pumped up physique bulging in all directions with impossible muscles. He placed a bare foot on the defeated grizzly and posed his naked body for the camera, flexing all the massive hard muscles and proudly showing off his colossal manhood. The realization that he was now strong enough to defeat a huge grizzly bear hit him again and his glorious cock once again became as hard as steel. Tina centered the camera on his dick as Travis jerked himself off yet again. His normally massive 11 incher HAD to be past 12 now she thought, and swollen to soda-can levels of girth. His veins on it were raised and looked positively angry as his gargantuan dick spurted forth again. While Tina was soaking her panties, Travis proceeded to soak the bear. Unbelievable quantities of jizz sprayed all over the unconscious beast until it almost seemed like it was more white than brown. Finally the hyper-muscular man's moans and groans subsided as his orgasm finished up. Turning towards his flustered girlfriend, he easily picked her up with one hand and gave her a deep French kiss. "I think its time for the alpha male to impregnate its female" Tina whispered. Travis grinned and started effortlessly shredding her clothing.

Short Story - A Twist on My New Year’s Resolution Please feel free to tell me what you think! I am planning on writing other stories, and maybe a sequel to this one if people want it. Hope you enjoy it! Okay, just hear me out. I know everyone always makes a New Year’s Resolution, usually fitness related, but never meet them. I understand that the gym gets full of people trying to get in the best shape of their lives at the start of the year…for a few weeks at most. But I’m different, I’m going to do it; my name is Drew and my New Year’s Resolution is to go to the gym and get ripped as fuck. Being skinny all of my life has not made things easy for me, especially during my first year of college. I’ve never really been popular, and if we’re being honest, I haven’t even kissed or had sex with anyone. My friends have always been pretty nerdy and geeky too, but don’t get me wrong, I like them all, I was just hoping for something different in college. Sadly, nothing has changed during my freshman year, except for the fact that I’ve gotten even more jealous. I’m tired of watching the hot muscular guys on my floor get with whoever they want whenever they want. My roommate, who isn’t even that big, has already been with like 10 different people. I’m forced to sleep over at my friend’s dorm every Saturday night, while my roommate is having his way with some hottie. I’m honestly sick and tired of it…but I have a plan. I am going to get some muscle on my body if it’s the last thing I do. Every day after class I am going to get myself into the campus gym, and I’m just going to work at it until I can’t anymore. I laid out my plan for my friends and they just laughed in my face. After I got over my initial anger, it actually just motivated me more and more. Leading up to New Year’s Eve it was all I could think about. I wanted to be muscular, I wished I could finally have sex, I needed a body that others would envy and drool over. The thoughts raced through my head, making me so horny, so turned on. Then, New Year’s Eve came. I was forced to attend my family’s New Year’s Party as I had no other plans. I didn’t care for it though, all I could think about was waking up tomorrow, driving back to my college, and heading to the gym. As my family watched the ball drop at midnight all I could do was wish to myself that I would get huge this year. But, after hanging around for a little while longer, it was time for bed. As I woke up the next day I had one of the worst headaches I’ve ever had, and my body felt so heavy. I was so annoyed that I might have to miss my first day at the gym, but it was honestly so hard to get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. Then, it hit me…as I looked in the mirror I almost didn’t recognize who was looking back at me. The first thing I noticed was that I was taller and now hosting a sexy and strong jawline. But then, I looked down, to find that my shirt and pants were almost bursting at the seams. My jaw almost fell to the ground…I couldn’t believe what was happening. The first thing I did was start to rub my right bicep through my shirt. Without even flexing I could feel that my bicep was now rock solid muscle. But then as I flexed it I heard my shirt rip, and through that I could see the giant bicep popping out through the sleeve. Amazed, I proceeded to do a double bicep pose in front of the mirror, which was too much for my shirt to handle. Drool trickled down my chin as I watched the shreds of my shirt fall to the ground, revealing my new muscled body in all of its glory. Along with my huge biceps I now had massive pecs, which I couldn’t help but bounce. First the right one and then the left one, and then together, again and again…fuck I was so turned on. Then, I focused on my abs, abs that looked like they had been chiseled out of marble. I had to play with each and every one of my six new abs giving each on personal attention. I couldn’t believe that this was my new body, the body of a god among men. Unable to control myself any further I ripped my pants off, revealing tree trunk like legs and a dick begging to be taken care of. I took my right hand and started to frantically stroke my cock as my other hand rubbed all of my muscles. I began by flexing my abs and pecs while my hand felt up every corner of my upper body. Then, as a started to moan and breath heavily, I went to massage my other bicep that was expanding as I stroked faster…fuck I’m close. As I started to play with my giant legs my cock released endless streams of cum all over the bathroom floor. I was experiencing some greatest pleasure in my life, but I needed more, my cock needed more. I ran back into my room and as I looked around I grabbed a pillow and jumped onto the bed. Fucking a pillow had always been a go too way for me to masturbate, but with my new muscles it was a completely different experience. As I knelt down on the bed with my amazingly muscled ass sticking up, I placed the pillow in front of my dick. Then I just went at it, uncontrollably fucking that pillow as hard as I could. With every thrust I went faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The entire bed shaking and hitting the wall in rhythm as my cock went in and out of the pillow. My entire body flexing as the sweat made each of my giant muscles glisten. My pecs, my biceps, my abs…wow I must have looked like a fucking sex god. I felt more powerful then I had ever before, so strong that the pillow could barely even handle a quarter of my new found strength. I shortly realized that the pillow was beginning to rip apart in my hands. I laughed to myself a little but the thought of not knowing my own strength was honestly turning me on so much. As I started to use a third of strength to fuck the pillow the feathers started to burst out all over the bed. I had been such a weakling before this and now just a fraction of my strength—my own godly physique—actually fucked a pillow to shreds. But I needed to finish, and this pillow was not going to do it anymore. Throwing the remaining pieces of the pillow off the bed I leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed some lotion. Feeling up my rock hard pecs and rubbing my nipples, I started to aggressively stroke my cock. Getting close I moved to flexing my huge sweaty muscles as I rubbed my dick faster and harder. My moaning and heavy breathing got even louder as I continually brought myself closer and closer to the edge. Before I knew it my cock was exploding with even more cum then in the bathroom again and again and again. Once it looked like my dick was done I fell back onto my bed dripping with sweat. After such an ordeal I thought I would be exhausted but it looked like this body could take far more than what I just did. As I laid on the bed imagining everything sexy and terrible naughty thing I could do with my body I realized that this was only half of my New Year’s Resolution. It was time to get up and give this body the training at the gym that it deserved. I needed to get even more ripped, even stronger, and even more of a fucking god. I quickly got up, took a shower, and put on some workout clothes, which barely fit over my massive muscles but looked sexy as fuck on me. What took me even longer was cleaning up the huge mess that this real man’s body of mine had made, but I honestly felt like I had a few more rounds in me. With my family still fast asleep, I got into the car to head to the gym for the workout of a lifetime. But I couldn’t help but think about what everyone was going to say about my new body. It was time to show off, have fun, and be the sex machine that I was meant to be. I was especially interested in showing off to my nerdy friends who didn’t believe me…oh were they in for a surprise. As I began to drive away all I could do was laugh to myself as I made my monster sized pecs bounce up and down through my shirt, stretching it to its limits. God, this semester was going to be insane…

I've been having this kind of recurring fantasy in my waking hours the last week or so, so I figured I might as well write it out. Here's part one. More parts to come as I have the chance to add them. This is just set-up, so far. Once the growth gets going, I'm intending to take it pretty far. You didn't know him that well. He was the guy whose eye you sometimes caught. Glances exchanged in the food court in the basement of the office block where you both worked. Maybe three or four times a year - the slender guy with the cute face and the good hair and the nice little butt just curving out the back of those skinny-cut grey trousers, you'd think. The hot guy with the widow's peak and the jutting pecs whose wide shoulders are putting a hurt on the seams of that dress shirt, he'd think. Mark, you think his name is. You spoke once, in the elevator. Miraculously alone together, briefly, fleetingly. You traded names, a remark about the goddamn weather. Then - "I've seen you around." "Yeah, I've seen you around, too." That flush of heat where you both know you want to dive in, suck face, rip the clothes off your heaving bodies, nail that fucking twink to the mirrored wall with your steel-hard cock, but it's 1:00 on a Tuesday and there's meetings to attend, conference calls to join, quarterly reports to be revised. That kind of bullshit. But your eyes meet, and both of you know. And then the elevator dings and the doors open and the spell is broken and dull crushing ordinary life resumes. But the sexual energy flashes in the distance even still, like far-off heat lightning on a dry summer night. At least, that's what you tell yourself. Every now and then, that inner voice of doubt - Derek, settle down you're full of shit. Well - maybe so. But a fantasy's a fantasy, right? And then one day he comes over, in that damn soulless could-be-anywhere foodcourt, and asks if he can sit across from you. Well - naturally - you say yeah. Kid's nervous, you can tell. "Kid." He's maybe 25, 26. Just two or three years younger than you. But he's running his hands through his coiffure, he's fidgeting. You decide to cut to the chase - why let him twist in the wind? "You gonna ask me out, bud?" He looks shocked, but not offended. "Well, uh, kind of, actually. I was wondering... um. Your body... shit." "Yeah, it's a pretty good body," you say, leaning back a little, feeling the fabric of your shirt stretch and strain over your lats as you rearrange your posture. 5'11", 210, lean enough for abs. "I'll bet it is," Mark blurts, face flushing. "No, damn, I'm doing this all wrong." "Relax, bud," you say, not actually wanting him to relax. You enjoy how flustered he is. "Your body," he resumes. "You obviously know your way around a gym. I want.... I want to bulk up. I don't mean a little. I mean, at least as much as you, maybe more. I know I'm skinny as hell, I know it must sound ridiculous. But I thought maybe you could point me in the right direction, tell me which gym to go to, what trainer to hire, I don't know. No one I know is into it. They all think muscles are creepy and gross." You smirk, not unkindly, and lean in close, let your voice shift into something a bit more bedroom-y. "But you don't." "I don't," Mark gulps. "Fuck, man, I'm so nervous, just saying it." You consider him. He's probably your height, but he can't weigh more than 155 lbs. His clothes are well-cut, and you can see the suggestion of a good structure underneath. Good bones to build on. "I'll tell you what, Mark. You come to the gym with me this weekend, and I'll give you a little intro, just as a favour to a friend. You definitely wanna work with a trainer. It's expensive but hey, you're in this same corporate hell as me, right, you can probably throw a few thousand a year after this, right? I think I know the guy for you...."

Let’s cut to the chase. I’m into older musclemen. I haven’t ever tried to figure out why and I really don’t care to analyze it too much. I just know I like huge muscle guys that are around fifty-five years old or beyond. That’s why I chose to go to the Mr. Muscle Daddy 2008 contest at what you might call a “rough club” in downtown Los Angeles on a work night – yes, on a work night. I don’t usually do that, but when I saw that a place called The Dungeon would be hosting this special event for the first time in this city, I knew I had to be there. I figured I could make it through a Wednesday at work with little or no sleep, even if it would be the first time. I was pretty sure it would be the only time, too. You see, I’m one of those conscientious cubicle workers that never wanted to cause waves or let the company down. That’s also why I chose to work late and head down to the club straight from the office – it helped me feel good about going out on a Tuesday night knowing that I worked some extra hours. The Dungeon proved pretty hard to find and when I got there I almost turned around and went home because it was down some dark street. I was determined, though and searched out the place. When I opened the heavy door of the warehouse-looking building, I was met by the sound of loud music. I didn’t recognize the song, but I knew it was some classic hard rock song – an oldie of some kind, which made me smile. I stepped inside and my heart sank as I realized I had gotten the wrong night. I looked around and saw that there were only three people in the entire place. The bartender was washing some glasses, a guy was over in the corner dancing by himself, and another man was playing a video poker machine at the far end of the bar. I turned to exit, but was stopped by the bartender’s voice. “You here to watch the show?” asked the stocky bald headed guy as he stopped drying the glass in his hand for a second. “Well he’s certainly not going to be in it,” said the guy at the poker machine laughing. “Shut up, putz,” barked the bartender without even turning to the other man. “Down those stairs to the right.” He motioned with his head in the direction of a staircase and then continued to dry the glass. “Those guys are going to eat you alive, preppy boy,” scoffed the guy at the poker machine. “Ignore him,” added the bartender encouragingly. “Just down those stairs.” It wasn’t until that moment I realized how my work outfit was all wrong for this place. I had on a light blue button-down and khakis. I didn’t let this deter me from heading toward the staircase, though. I was somewhat proud of myself for at least not wearing the tie or the dark blue blazer. Those were back in the car. I headed down the dark staircase and came to some double doors. As soon as I opened one of the doors the small stairway was filled with light and noise from a huge crowd gathered in what was a large room with a big stage at one end and a long bar at the other. There were tables scattered in between and hundreds of guys were packed everywhere. There was a drag queen on stage rambling about something and I realized quickly that he was the emcee. The show must have been about to start because everyone was moving closer to the stage – with lots of eager boys pressing up against each other like a mosh-pit. I realized quickly that I did not care to get mixed up with that crowd. I noticed that the bar area had suddenly become pretty empty. I walked over, sat on a stool, and ordered a beer. I was very happy with my choice in seats because I could see the stage clearly. My doubts about my clothing were confirmed when I noticed that most of the guys at the club were either in jeans, leather, or nothing but shorts. I was definitely cheered up, though, by the ratio of older men at the place – most of them looking pretty beefy. Maybe I would find some daddy who would make me his slave. Suddenly the high-pitched voice of the emcee announced that the 2008 Mr. Muscle Daddy contest was beginning and he would introduce the twelve contestants one at a time. Each man would come out on stage, strut a little, and then join the line up at the back of the stage so the audience could compare the daddies. The winner would be awarded based on the audience’s response. The winner got a thousand dollar prize and a huge, heavy-looking trophy that stood at the edge of the stage on the right. After explaining the rules the emcee began introducing the contestants. After the first three guys had come out I was already pleased with my decision to come to the bar – even on a work night. Each man was packed with muscle and met my criteria for a daddy. Most of them had gray hair or salt and pepper hair, wore revealing clothes like t-shirts or leather, and seemed to be self-assured just like a good master should be. I was in muscle daddy heaven by the time we had watched nine of the contestants enter the stage and do something to try and get the audience to like them the best. One guy even ripped off his t-shirt, revealing a pretty nice body and causing the crowd to go wild. Contestant number ten was introduced and when he walked out from behind the curtain at the side of the stage my heart stopped beating. I noticed the light brown work boots first. They looked big enough for a family of four to sleep in. I then let my eyes wander up a pair of well-worn, skin-tight jeans that left nothing to our imagination. You could see striations and veins in this man’s thick-as-tree thighs through the denim. His calves bulged out so much that the right pants leg had a rip that revealed part of the perfectly formed muscle in the back. The guy wore no belt because, the way his thighs flared out and the way his ass ballooned out in perfect bubble fashion, he didn’t have to worry about those jeans moving down at all. I couldn’t believe how tight the jeans were - except at the waist. The muscle daddy of my wildest dreams had the stomach of a teenager and that made it possible for someone to easily slide their hand past the waistband of his pants. He wore a flannel shirt that was unbuttoned and had the sleeves cut off, no; I believe it was more like the sleeves had been ripped off. His arms and his torso were tanned in a way that made his skin look hard and tough, but in a very sexy way. His hands caught my gaze and made my cock stiffen. They were huge with thick fingers and I could see that his palms were rough and calloused – probably from lifting. The two giant beefy arms that hung from his monstrous shoulders, barely covered by the flannel shirt, were streaked with thick veins in that way that happens to older men that work out constantly. I couldn’t decide if I loved his triceps or biceps more – both seemed to bulge out to insane proportions and the guy wasn’t even flexing. When he did bend his arm I became light-headed because I could see the peak of his biceps split into two distinct mounds of muscle. The rest of his upper arm burst into different indentions and striations to emphasize some definition that would make a younger professional bodybuilder jealous. My lust for his huge arms was only interrupted because the guy pulled the two sides of his shirt back to fully reveal his tight cobblestone-like abs that, even though they were well defined, bulged out a little like those massive guys that participate in the world’s strongest man competitions. No matter how much his stomach stuck out, his enormous muscle-packed chest pressed out so much that I suddenly realized the shirt wasn’t buttoned because it couldn’t be. If the guy had managed to get the buttons through the holes on the other side I was sure that even a shallow breath would have ripped the shirt to shreds. One of his meaty pecs, alone, was thicker than my entire body. The man’s face was like the perfect finale to his incredible body. Most guys my age would not have found this man beautiful, but to me he was sex-on-a-stick – a very thick, bulging stick. He had silver hair that was full, but cut short. He had a closely trimmed beard that matched the color of his hair. His face was tanned, as well, but it also had manly wrinkles at his eyes and around his mouth. It was a face that demanded your attention because it was so masculine. The guy had a smile that made my body quiver all over – it was both inviting and threatening at the same time. He came across as someone that could charm the socks off of you in one moment and in another he could make you piss in your pants because he had barked out orders like a drill sergeant. Most of the contestants up to that point had run around the stage dancing or doing other things to get the crowd wound up. This muscle daddy merely walked to the middle of the stage down front and began to flex different parts of his body. He started with a double biceps pose that actually caused the room to go silent for a few seconds. I have a feeling that everyone shut up because at that exact moment all of their blood was rushing to their cock – just like mine. As soon as everyone regained control of their bodies the room erupted in screams of lustful delight. The man then put his hands behind his head, pushed one leg forward a little, and crunched the middle of his torso hard. I knew if we had put bricks in between his abs they would have been crushed to smithereens. That’s how much power was in this man’s stomach muscles. In the middle of his flexing I noticed two things about the guy that excited me even more. First of all, he was beginning to break a sweat, just from how hard he was tensing his body. I licked my lips from the thought of running my tongue between those hefty pecs and catching the drops of man musk that were running down his body. I was pretty sure I could smell this daddy’s powerful muscle aroma across the room. The second thing I noticed, and I was sure that every one else saw it, as well, was this guy’s cock growing in his skin-tight jeans. This rock-hard daddy was getting off on his own muscle display. His thick tube of man-meat was pressing down the inside of his left thigh and looked like it might bust through his jeans at any moment. By this time the crowd had gone wild. The big man turned sideways, pulled his shirt back from his pecs and gave us a chest shot that made his upper body appear thicker than a tank. This was also when I noticed the other contestants. They were all looking at the man with a mixture of disappointment, because they already knew they were beaten, and deep lust because they all wanted him. It was obvious that they had known early on, even when they were backstage, that this big man was going to win. They had each been going through the motions – hoping that the alpha daddy, at center stage right now, might notice them. I glanced back at the muscle master still dominating the room and saw that he had his mouth open wide and was teasingly flicking his tongue at the audience – just to get them even more riled up. I was in daddy heaven because he was sweating even more by this point and that’s when he brought both of his fists down in front of him busting into a most muscular pose that I’m sure made a few guys cream in their pants. Something happened next that caused me to hear nothing else in the room but the pounding of my own heart. The big guy on stage had scanned the audience and he suddenly locked eyes with me. And he kept his gaze on me – not moving on to anyone else as he tensed his body harder, making all of his muscles pop out even more insanely. Veins covered his upper body and even poked out across his forehead. He relaxed his tense body and stood back up, but he never broke eye contact with me. His stare scared me to death and excited me at the same time. I watched mesmerized as the guy flexed his right arm, causing the peak to go even higher than before. While he was still staring at me he took his left forefinger and pointed at the bulging biceps, turning to look at it. He then looked back at me and pointed at me with the same finger. It was as if he were saying, “This biceps for you.” It barely registered that the crowd had turned to look at me because I was so entranced by the huge daddy on the stage. And just when I thought my private show might be over, the guy turned his face back to his bent arm and brought the massive biceps to his lips. He kissed his own arm lovingly and then turned towards me again. He blew me a kiss and ended by licking his lips. I was so blown away by his actions that I completely missed the emcee saying that there was no reason to bring out the final two contestants because number ten was obviously the most massive Mr. Muscle Daddy the audience had ever seen. This caused the crowd to go crazy with excitement. They brought out a sash with the title written on it and draped it across the new winner. They had a little trouble getting it down over his massive chest and I breathed a little heavier as I watched the white material become darker where it soaked up some of the muscle monster’s sweat. The emcee re-announced that the prize was one thousand dollars and the huge trophy that two men now carried over to the new champ. The huge muscle daddy easily took the trophy with one hand from the two men and lifted it into the air above his head. The emcee then invited the 2008 Mr. Muscle Daddy to say a few words. When he spoke my cock twitched in my pants because his voice sounded like a whole driveway of gravel. It was a sexy baritone voice that boomed throughout the room. He looked at the drag queen and smiled. “I’m glad to represent all you muscle daddies out there. Here’s to only getting bigger and better as you get older.” With that, the beefy guy took a deep breath and inflated his chest so much that the sash ripped in two places and fell to the ground. “And I don’t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but you can keep your money and your trophy. The only prize this muscle daddy wants is that pretty little thing sitting back there in the blue button-down shirt.” At first I didn’t believe what I heard. The big man was staring right at me, but I still wasn’t sure of what he had just said. The crowd looked at me again and then erupted into loud cheers. My mind was rushing in many directions at the same time. I began to get a little scared of what might happen next when suddenly guys on either side of me hoisted me off my stool and carried my body over to the crowd. They kind of tossed me to the waiting hands of everyone and I was passed overhead up to the stage. It sort of registered that the emcee was telling Mr. Muscle Daddy he could have anything he wanted because no one was going to stop him. When the crowd finally pushed me onto the stage the massive guy walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head with one of his meaty hands, and then bent down pulling my face to his. I was close enough to get a good whiff of his manly scent and it made my knees buckle. He pressed his lips against mine and the feeling of his beard and mustache thrilled me. A strong tongue shot between my lips and filled my entire mouth. His kiss definitely reflected his cockiness and his obvious strength. The power of the suction of his mouth caused my cheeks to pull inward sharply. The kiss ended and there was tremendous applause and hollering from the crowd. Mr. Muscle Daddy let go of my head and let his hand fall down to my ass – grabbing it tightly. He then stood up and I was easily lifted off the ground. He pulled me close to his body and held me there like I was his trophy. The crowd continued to go wild. He continued to squeeze my ass roughly and then turned his head towards me. “Yeah, fucking great ass,” he said, in a way that worried me and thrilled me at the same time. After that he walked to the edge of the stage – carrying me as if I weighed nothing – and then jumped down to the ground. The crowd parted for him as he carried me back up to the bar. Mr. Muscle Daddy placed me back onto the stool where I sat earlier with his one hand and then looked at the bartender. “Two whiskeys, Pete,” he bellowed out smiling. “Yes sir,” answered the guy behind the bar. Two shot glasses were placed on the top of the bar as Mr. Muscle Daddy looked over at me and winked. I was still too in shock to do anything – speak, run, or even pee in my pants. I just sat there like a good little boy. Once the glasses were filled to the brim, Mr. Muscle Daddy grabbed one and downed it quickly. The strong liquor seemed to have no affect on the man. He swallowed like it was water. I instinctively reached out to get what I thought was my shot glass. “Not yet, son,” said Mr. Muscle Daddy and his voice made my entire body freeze in fear. He put his hand on my shoulder, obviously to calm me down. He then dropped his beefy paw to my lower back. He grabbed my belt and the top of my pants and lifted me off of the stool, turning to face me as he did it. He then reached over and picked up the full shot glass. I watched, mesmerized, as he put the glass in the valley at the base of his two muscled pecs. He squeezed the mounds together slightly and then took his hand away. The glass stayed in place with some of it sticking slightly out. He bent over slowly, making sure he didn’t spill any of the whiskey. “Now,” he said looking at me. I brought my lips to the glass. He bent over a little more and that allowed the whiskey to flow into my mouth. I didn’t know if the burning sensation in my body was because of the liquor or because I was so close to his muscled chest. I pulled back and he pushed the glass further into the space between his pecs. I could not see the glass anymore. I watched as he squeezed his chest together and I heard a muffled shattering sound. Mr. Muscle Daddy then relaxed his chest and little shards of glass fell to the floor. He reached up and brushed off the pieces still sticking into his skin as if it were just a little dirt. “How much for the glass, Pete?” the big man asked. “Nothing, sir,” Pete answered. “I’ll pay for it because the show was worth it.” This caused the massive man to smile. He didn’t turn to me when he spoke next. But he did slap me on the back – I’m sure it seemed like a light tap to him, but it sent me flying into the bar and it hurt a lot. “What do you think of my prize, Pete?” he asked, ignoring how my body had been abused. “I think he’s a keeper, sir,” Pete answered. “So do I, Pete, so do I,” the muscle daddy responded and then he turned back to me. “What’s your name little man?” “Um, Dexter. Dexter Robertson,” I answered, fumbling for words since I was still in shock and a little pain from being forced into the edge of the bar. “Good name, little man,” He replied. “I think I’ll call you Dex. My name’s MD.” “Nice to meet you MD. Are you a doctor?” I asked and Pete laughed out loud. I also noticed that the muscleman in front of me smiled. “No, boy, it stands for Muscle Daddy,” He said. I quickly nodded to show that I understood that it should be his name, since he was the epitome of a muscle dad. “Well, I think it’s time for you to help me get cleaned up. Come along Dex.” And with that he grabbed me around the back of my neck, tightened his grip, and led me through the bar to the bathroom located off to one side of the stage. There were a couple of guys at the sink when we entered and they turned to look at MD as soon as they sensed something huge was in the room. The giant man merely signaled at the door with his head and the two guys quickly left – one even forgetting to zip his pants. Once they were gone, MD pulled me around so we faced each other. “You into older musclemen, kid?” MD asked. His tone and his words bothered me a little, but I was so in awe of the man that I didn’t let on. I simply nodded yes. “I thought so,” he replied. “And are you a good little muscle pig?” “Yeah,” I answered quickly. “You might want to rethink your answer, Dex.” MD said with a sudden serious tone. “You’re in the presence of someone older, bigger, and much stronger. There’s a proper way to show respect. Now, once again, are you a good little muscle pig?” “Yes sir.” I replied – a little weakly, because I was disappointed that I had let MD down. “That’s a good pig. And tell me, does this little piggy want to go to the muscle market?” MD said teasingly. “Yes sir.” I answered, a little more strongly. “Well then let’s give you a little taste of what’s to come. I think you probably noticed that your muscle daddy got a little sweaty out there on stage, didn’t you, boy?” MD asked and I’m pretty sure he knew how excited his question made me. “Yes sir,” I answered. “Well, then let’s use your pretty face to wipe up some of that sweat, shall we.” MD added as he grabbed the back of my neck again.. He brought my face to his chest – hard. My nose shot with pain as it met his pecs, which felt like a massive stone wall. I instantly forgot about how bad it hurt after I inhaled deeply and got a huge whiff of his pungent, masculine scent. A blind person would have been able to easily recognize how big and built this guy was just from the smell that radiated from his strong body. It was a mixture of something sweet and something raunchy. Only a man that ate all the right things and was all natural could exude a fragrance that was so nice, but only a man that worked out with a mind-blowing intensity could produce an odor so enticingly offensive. I wanted my face to stay in this position forever. MD had other plans, though. He gripped the back of my neck even tighter and I knew I would be very sore the next day, but for right now it felt fucking incredible. He dragged my face back and forth across his sweat-covered chest - letting my cheeks, my forehead, my hair, and the rest of my head soak up the heavy sheen of liquid his body had produced. I knew, in that instant, that I would never wash my face again because I wanted to be covered with his smell for the rest of my life. If this night ended with MD no longer in my world, at least I would have this incredible remembrance of him. The big, heavy hand at my neck forced my face down across his rigid abs and I heard the huge man laugh when he cleaned out his belly button by shoving my nose into the big hole and twisting my head around to get every drop of sweat. Every now and then I’d let my tongue escape from my mouth and run across part of his firm-as-concrete skin. My taste buds would be rewarded with what seemed like a combination of sea salt and something earthy, as if his body was squeezing out a musky protein drink. “Yeah, that’s a mighty fine job, boy,” said MD in what sounded like a very pleased voice. “Now it’s time for what you really want.” I felt his huge body bending down as he turned my head upward. I saw where my nose and mouth were going and my cock began to dribble pre-cum in excitement. MD had raised his right arm and he thrust my face into his cavernous, hairy, sweat-drenched armpit. I registered no pain from how hard he pressed against my head, because I instantly began to lick, suck, and kiss that magnificent, muscled part of his body. I let my teeth pull at his damp pit hair while my mouth was rewarded with what seemed like the juice of the Gods. My tongue worked overtime, not wanting to miss any part of this muscle cave, and I could hear MD grunting with pleasure. Finally, the big hand pulled my head from the armpit and I whimpered like a disciplined puppy. MD laughed and then brought his lips down to mine and kissed me harder than he had earlier on stage. I was worried that the man was going to shove my teeth down my throat, so I merely opened wide and let his tongue pound the inside of my mouth and throat. As we were kissing MD switched hands at my neck and I knew what was coming next. He stopped kissing me and I was quickly rewarded with a trip to his other muscled, sweaty armpit - repeating the pleasure and the tongue bath I had given him earlier. I, again, whimpered loudly when he finally pulled my face from his second pit. He chuckled as he looked down at me. “That’ll do pig, that’ll do,” he said, moving his hand to the side of my face and forcing his thumb between my lips into my warm mouth. I immediately began to suck hard and realized he was giving me a little reward for doing such a good job of cleaning his hard body. He continued to talk as I sucked on his big thumb, which actually felt like a cock in my mouth. “Good job, little man. I think we’re going to get along fine. I knew you would be good for me the minute I saw your preppy little body perched on that stool. There’s just one more thing I need to check out, though.” He pulled his thumb from my mouth and I ran my tongue around my lips just to get another taste of his salty, manly sweat that covered my face. MD took a step back from me. My body immediately missed his massive presence and my neck longed to be gripped by his powerful hand. “Turn around Dex, drop your pants, and bend over. Daddy wants to check out what he’s won.” I knew it wasn’t a polite request, my new muscle master was giving me an order and my body was so on fire for him that I could not have refused even if my life had depended on it. I turned around and my pants dropped to the floor before I finished the movement. I bent over quickly and grabbed my ankles, wanting to show off how flexible I was. MD let out a long whistle and, afterwards, I looked up at him from between my legs and watched as he licked his lips slowly. My cock was pressed up against my bent stomach because I was so excited that my ass pleased him. “Yeah, boy, that’s the only trophy this big daddy needs,” he said as he let his hand come down and whack my ass. It hurt like hell, but I knew I shouldn’t squeal or budge an inch. I took the spanking with pleasure and concentrated hard so I wouldn’t shoot the load that had been building within me since he walked out on stage. “Good boy. Way to turn pain into pleasure. That ass looks fucking tight. You’re going to make your daddy really happy later on. Now pull up those drawers, son, we’ve got some fun waiting for us out in the bar.” I pulled up my pants and turned to face my master. “But first, I think we need to take care of a little business. Give me your cell phone.” I reached in my pocket, pulled out my phone, and laid it in his big palm. I smiled because it looked like a child’s small toy in his huge paw. I doubted his giant fingers were going to be able to push the buttons. “You got your boss’ number in here, little man?” he asked. “Yes sir,” I responded, without even questioning in my mind why he wanted to know. I just automatically followed the lead of this muscle daddy. “What’s his name?” MD asked as he turned on the phone. “Henry. Henry Smith, sir.” I answered. Somehow the big fingers of MD were able to maneuver the buttons of the tiny phone to scroll down and find the number of Mr. Smith. It was his office number. I knew no one would be in the office at one in the morning, but even if they had been I wouldn’t have cared. I still didn’t get what MD was going to do, but I was on fire with anticipation. I could hear my boss’ voicemail pick up on the line. MD waited for the tone and then spoke with such a masculine voice that I envisioned Mr. Smith getting a hard-on as he listened to the message later that day. “Yeah, Smith, this is Dexter Robertson’s muscle daddy calling.” The big man’s words caused me to shiver with delight. “I wanted to tell you that my boy won’t be able to make it to work today. He’s going to be busy taking care of some fucking huge muscle. As a matter of fact, little Smithy-boy, Dexter won’t ever be in again. His services are needed elsewhere and his new boss pleases him much more than you ever could. You can just give everything in his tiny cubicle away and forward his last check to his home. And listen, puny man, don’t even think about causing trouble for my son in any way, because I’ll have to come down there and tie your little body into such a tight knot that they’ll have to cut off limbs to set you free. And by the way, little Henry, you can pull your hand out of your pants now.” MD then hung up the phone and closed his hand around it. I watched as he tightened his fingers and I could hear the body of the phone being crushed. My face must have shown some distress, because the big man just smiled and opened his hand. The only thing that remained was a tiny ball of crushed metal. “You won’t ever need that thing again, little man. You won’t need anything but what I can provide for you. And with these guns,” he said as he raised his arms into a double biceps pose, “I can provide you with everything you’ll ever desire – and then some. You understand what I’m saying, Dexter?” “Yes, Mr. Muscle Daddy,” I replied, like a good boy. The giant older man in front of me smiled and then placed his big hand at the back of my neck again – it was a feeling I had already learned to cherish greatly. He pulled me into his hard body and kissed the top of my head. “Yeah, Mr. Muscle Daddy has the best prize ever,” MD said lovingly. “Let’s go begin a life of muscle fun.” ******************************* The big man pushed me in front of him and then led me, by maneuvering me with just his huge hand on my shoulder, out of the bathroom and back into the main part of the bar. I felt like some kind of Ken doll being manipulated by my owner. I was sure that his one hand and arm could have made my body do whatever he commanded. I was scared and assured at the same time. “Let’s see, you’re going to need a few things for our ride to Palm Springs,” MD said as he stopped me amid the main crowd and then surveyed the area. “I’ll just pretend that we’re in Macy’s and I’m doing a little shopping. I just need to find my personal shopping assistants. Ah, there are two, ripe for the picking.” I glanced in the direction of MD’s gaze and saw two guys sitting at a table off to one side. There were two helmets sitting on the table in front of them – along with an array of empty beer bottles. MD forced my body over to the table and then stepped to the side of me and looked down at the two men menacingly. “Hey there, fellas.” MD said in a very friendly manner – a tone that I liked very much. “Hi, pops,” replied one of the guys, looking up from his seat. The two men seemed to have been in a pretty deep conversation. I picked up that they must be on their first date and were trying to get to know each other a little before going home to have sex. “How about one of you guys let me buy a helmet from you. I think five hundred should make it worth your trouble,” the big man said as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. It was the first time I noticed the thick chain that was hanging from his belt to his wallet. “Get lost old man, these aren’t for sale,” replied the same guy. I glanced at his friend and saw a look of fear at how his “date” was responding to the huge man in front of them. I quickly realized that the guy that had spoken was pretty drunk and I don’t think he realized to who or what he was speaking. I then glanced at MD to see a slight change in his demeanor. A slender, telling smile crept across his face and I watched as the muscles in his arms tensed a little. “Maybe you misunderstood me, little fella. I wasn’t really asking for your helmet, I was telling you that I was going to take it, but I felt like I should give you something in return. Now I’m not so sure that you deserve the benefit of my generosity. So, let me begin again, shit-for-brains.” MD said this as he reached out and placed his massive hand around the top of one of the helmets. His fingers wrapped around the helmet – covering it almost completely. He lifted it off the table and it looked like a massive basketball player’s hand palming a small Nerf ball. I saw the fingers move inward and at the same time I heard a popping sound that filled the entire place. Suddenly, the helmet shattered into hundreds of pieces and fell to the table. MD had crushed the piece of fiberglass as if it had been cardboard. “Oops, look what I accidentally did. Sometimes I just don’t know my own strength. Now, gentlemen, I could do the same thing to your heads or you could give me the other helmet. Your choice. What’s it going to be? I suggest, however, that you don’t make a massive man like me wait too long. Know what I mean? There’s no telling what I might do.” MD smiled as he asked his questions – he, of course, knew what the answer would be even before the words left his mouth. These guys might have been drunk, but they knew insane power when they saw it and they weren’t going to argue with a man that had the kind of strength that this muscle daddy had just shown. The quiet guy leaned forward and sheepishly pushed the helmet across the table towards MD. The big man chuckled a little and then put his hands on the table so his big arms were almost in the two guys’ faces. “I bet both of you have fucking hard boners from seeing this muscle daddy crush that helmet. Now don’t you?” “Yes sir,” was the soft reply from both men at the same time. “That’s what I like to hear boys, that’s what I like to hear. It was a pleasure doing business with you. And because I’m feeling generous tonight, here’s eight hundred for the two helmets. Yep, I’m feeling mighty generous, don’t you think?” he asked as he looked at the men with a big grin. They both nodded their heads. “I’m feeling real good because you see that pretty thing standing behind me?” Both men leaned way out to see passed MD’s wide shoulders and huge arms. They stared at me and I didn’t know what to do, so I just raised my hand and gave them a small wave. They both then leaned back in and looked back at MD. They nodded their heads to confirm that they had seen me. “That’s my new prize – and isn’t he mighty handsome?” Again, both men nodded their heads quickly, not wanting to make this huge man angry in any way. “Yeah, I thought you’d both like him, but don’t even think about talking to him, hear me. He’s all mine and this muscle daddy doesn’t like to share. And I leave both of you with one thought that will probably fill your wet dreams for the rest of your lives. This muscle daddy is going to give his new boy anything he ever needs or wants and two punks like you aren’t going to stand in my way. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes sir,” they both answered quickly. MD stood back up and kind of rolled his shoulders as he stuck out his enormous chest and lifted his arms slightly. It dawned on me that MD was saying all of this not to intimidate or make the guys understand anything. No, he was showing off for his new boy – me. I still couldn’t completely grasp what was happening. It all seemed like some intense dream, but when I felt MD’s huge paw grab the back of my neck and pull my face to his for a deep kiss I was reminded how real it all was. He sucked my mouth for a few seconds and our lips made a popping sound as they separated, like a cork being released from a champagne bottle. MD looked back down at the two men as he maneuvered my body back into the crowded bar. “See ya, little men,” he said and we disappeared into the sea of people. I glanced up at my muscle daddy and found that he was looking down at me with a big smile. This made me smile back. A rush of warmth swept over my body and my cock pulsed harder. “You liked that didn’t you, Dexy-boy,” he asked jokingly. “Yes sir. Very much, sir.” I replied instantly. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty more of that very soon. Right now we need to get you a jacket.” MD said this as he looked up to survey the crowd again. “And I see the perfect one for you. Here we go, little Dex.” MD basically lifted me slightly off the floor with the big hand he had at the back of my neck. I felt like a small kitten being transported by its mother. There was some pain, but the awareness of how easily he lifted and moved me around made it all okay. I soon saw where we were headed. There were two guys in dark leather jackets leaning up against the wall near the dartboards. They were talking to each other, but they were mainly surveying the crowds. It would be hard for me to describe their faces as they noticed the huge man coming towards them. I’m pretty sure neither man even registered that I was there. Their mouths dropped open wide and I could tell they started to breath a little heavier than before. Both men were looking at what some people would call a “walking wet dream.” MD smiled at them as he approached. I glanced at the crotches of the two guys and was not surprised to see both cocks hardening at the same time. It was almost as if there was a race to see which man could get to full mast the quickest. “What’s with the faces, gentlemen? Haven’t you seen this much muscle before?” MD asked as he bounced his swelling pecs. “Fuck no,” said one guy as the other simply shook his head – he was either saying no or making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “Well, this muscle daddy needs a little favor. My new little boyfriend needs a jacket and I was hoping I could make a deal with you two,” MD said turning to look at me. I noticed that neither man took their eyes off of the muscles in front of them. I was still invisible to them. “Anyway, fellas, I was wondering if we could make a little wager. I’d like to bet you that I can make both of you pop the biggest was you’ve ever released at the same exact time. If I’m not able to do it, then you both win a night of unconditional muscle worshipping of me, but if I win then you need to give me one of your jackets. I have a hunch that you’d be willing to go along with my little bet, because you’re going to get some pleasure either way.” The two men turned to look at each other – with faces full of astonishment at the opportunity that was presenting itself to them. They turned back to MD and just stared at his body for a few minutes. The muscle daddy in front of them decided to tense his torso just to give the boys a glimpse of what might be coming their way. I sensed that, unlike the two earlier guys, these fellows realized there wasn’t a choice in the matter. They simply nodded their heads in agreement, which made MD very happy. “I’m happy you two are betting men. Step away from the wall, little fellas, and let me squeeze this colossal body behind you. The two men moved forward and I watched as MD slid his big frame behind them. He let his huge arms drape over each man’s outside shoulder. MD stood about a foot taller than both guys. It was an incredible sight to see the muscle daddy’s bulging biceps right beside the two men’s faces. MD’s upper arms were wider and thicker than either guy’s head. MD bent down slightly and his arms slid a little further down both bodies. He then bent his thick trunk-like forearms upward, so that each man’s chin rested right in the nook. Both men had an enormous bicep on one side of their face and a muscled thick forearm on the other. Without warning, MD began to flex both arms at the same time and raised the giant limbs slightly upward – causing both guys to stand on their tip toes. I watched as each man’s face was smashed by a hard bulging bicep on one side and a vein-covered massive forearm on the other. I could tell that both men were in muscle heaven because they had giant smiles across their face. I could also make out the giant bulges in their pants, which also told me they liked feeling this muscle daddy’s hard skin pressed into their face as he flexed. “Yeah, boys, feel that big hard muscle pressing into your face. It’s getting hard to breathe, isn’t it? And this muscle man hasn’t even begun to flex hard. I bet with each squeeze of these giant arms your cocks get closer to exploding. Yeah, you’re getting a taste of real power now, boys. This is just a little pump; just think what I could do to your heads if I really let loose. Yeah, I could crush bricks with these biceps. You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you little men. Well, it’s now time for me to win our little bet. Feel the power of a real muscle daddy!” The big man’s words were turning me on very much. With that, MD flexed his arms really hard and straightened his back at the same time. The feet of both men left the ground. I could barely see their faces anymore because of those muscle arms squeezing so tightly. And as if both men were set up to the same timer, both bodies started to simultaneously jerk wildly. Even though their mouths were basically covered by stone-like muscle, I heard cries of pleasure from both men. The two guys finally stopped flailing around like rag dolls and both became very limp – just hanging from MD’s rock hard arms. I saw the beginnings of cum spots appearing at their crotches and down their legs. MD lessened his flex and both men slid down to the ground, against the big man’s body. It was obvious that both men were out cold – either from the lack of oxygen or because they had been overwhelmed by MD’s body. “Well, Dex, it looks like young fellas today can’t handle their muscle, doesn’t it.” MD said as he gently put both guys on a bench nearby. He pulled the leather jacket off of one of them and then leaned the two men against each other. They both still had big smiles on their faces. “Try this on.” I put on the jacket that MD handed to me and realized it was way too big. I looked up at the muscle daddy in front of me and saw that he was smiling and giving me a look of approval. He motioned me to turn around and so I did. “That’ll be perfect, Dex. You’ll grow into it before I’m finished with you.” His words thrilled me in a way that was unexplainable. The thought of growing bigger along side of this big daddy made my cock ache for major release. MD was very aware of the affect he had on me. He let out a loud laugh and then clamped his big hand at the back of my neck. “Well, now that we’ve got you a helmet and jacket, I think it’s time for a little trip. Let’s go.” Again, MD moved my body through the crowd and up the stairs to the top bar as if he were holding a stuffed animal in his hand. When we stepped out of the bar onto the sidewalk, the big guy brought my face to his and gave me another powerful kiss. The stubble on his face and the pressure from his hand caused a little pain, but the warmth and softness of his lips helped me to ignore it. When he was finished kissing me, he threw his head back and let out an animalistic yell that made shivers run down my body. Then, as if he were overcome with lust-filled passion, he bent over and pushed his wide right shoulder into my stomach. His hand slid from my neck down to my ass and then he pulled me tightly into him. He stood up and my body rose easily – supported by his massive arm and shoulder. He carried me down the street this way and he continued to let out loud yells that echoed off of the surrounding buildings. MD finally stopped and put my body back down on the ground. I turned and gazed at the largest Harley Davidson I’d ever seen. Of course a man of his size would need a big bike – why did I expect anything different. He slid onto the bike and then reached over to grab me at the waist. He lifted me up into the air and placed me on the seat in front of him. “I want you to ride in front of me so I can play with your cock and balls all the way to Palm Springs.

Oh Ryan is a cocky lil bastard and he loves it. Mike has a weakness for him he will enjoy that worship for as mucha s he can

Great story! You should definitely continue one recommendation would be to include measurements. How tall is Mike, how tall is Ryan, etc. It helps emphasize the size difference which we all find so hot

I love Arthur's new size and power. But i am a little sad that he seems to be getting so possessed by the Spirit of Miles that soon he might truly harm his beloved. ='( That would be such a horrible thing... though Toro can pretty much die imho, he's just an overblown bully. >=(

I love it! Great characters, writing, suspense, and descriptions. Wonderful work!

this has been my favorite story in a while! and it was coming out so consistently but then it stopped all of a sudden. Any word on more?

this story need sex and more growth

“Mouse! Dude! Where did all the bulges come from?” Kenny, the sleaze, was suddenly at Michael’s side as he walked to the library. Kenny smacked Michael’s back with an open hand and the shorter guy noticed he barely felt it. It was a beautiful evening and Michael needed to study. His room had become a little stuffy, mainly because he had beat off so many times it smelled like a bathhouse. Michael also knew being at the library would help him not count the seconds until Matt appeared at his room. He still felt a little guilty about twisting the truth with Tommy, but his need for human contact was just too much. He was feeling so powerful that he couldn’t wait to challenge the bigger wrestler. He knew he would never win in a match, but, yet, he still wanted to wrestle the guy. There was this urge inside him that dominated almost every thought – and it all seemed so sexual and strength-related at the same time. “Hey, Kenny. What are you talking about?” “Man, I’m talking about you and your muscles poking that shirt out in all directions. It’s like you’ve just put small balloons all up in there, but I can tell it’s actually hard as rock because it doesn’t jiggle. You shooting the roids, Mouse?” “No! Get out of here man. You’re crazy.” “Michael, I’m not gay or anything, but trust me when I say I know when a guy is getting jacked. I’ve dated enough girls who told me I was too puny to not notice when a man is getting big. Whatever you’re doing to grow – it’s working.” “Kenny, you just called me Michael!” “Well that’s your name, isn’t it, dude?” “Yeah, but you’ve always….” “Oh hell, there goes April Bowers. She makes me want to cover her in Kenny showers! Later man! Keep up the roids – they’re definitely helping.” And with that, the snake was off – chasing some other skirt around campus. Michael was baffled by the guy’s comments, but he was more overjoyed by the fact that Kenny, the Snake, had just called him by his real name. Kenny never did that! Michael ignored the comments about the bulges and just focused on the fact that his fraternity brother had called him by his real name and not his embarrassing nickname. Studying at the library was not successful. Michael could only think about ejaculating and feeling Matt’s muscled wrestler body. At one point, while he was writing a paper for his English Lit class, he looked down and saw he had written the same line three or four times, “I want to pound Matt’s muscular tight ass.” It was a little disconcerting how he had written it without even realizing it. Michael’s body was on fire with power. He had benched eight hundred pounds today. That was probably over three times as much as Matt weighed. That meant he could easily lift Matt’s body - even over his head. This thought stayed in Michael’s mind the entire time he tried to study. Later, he caught himself feeling up his own biceps and chest as he read from a book – and found he was even was fully hard in response. He glanced up, embarrassed when he noticed what he was doing, and immediately saw Andrea Evans – the head cheerleader – staring at him and licking her lips in response. That’s when Michael knew it was time to leave the library. He gathered his books and headed out the front door. As he went down the steps he nearly ran into Matt – clearly coming from lifting since he was sweat covered and dressed in shorts and a tank. “Whoa, little Mouse, what’s the rush? Something got you spooked?” “Yeah, Andrea Evans licking her lips at me.” Michael responded without even thinking. He was too busy taking in Matt’s gorgeous muscled torso – tensed even more than it usually was. “Andrea Evans licking her lips at you?” “Yeah.” “I don’t think so, squirt, but keep on dreaming. Listen, Janice wants me to take her for beers at ten, so I was thinking we could go to your room now and I could plow your face for a while. Don’t answer, cause you don’t really have a choice, just start walking home. Stay a few steps in front of me so no one thinks we’re together.” “Who said romance is dead.’ Michael was offended by Matt’s words, but his need for release was greater than his disappointment. He gladly led the way across campus. Once they were inside the room, however, he quickly took off his shirt and turned toward the beefy wrestler! “Holy shit, Mouse, what’s happened to you?” “What do you mean, Matt.” “Wait a minute. Wait just a fucking minute. Tommy’s given you bars, hasn’t he? Hasn’t he. That little shit. How many have you had?” “What? No, Tommy’s not been…” “How many!” Matt shouted at the top of his lungs – to emphasize his anger. Michael was temporarily frightened. “Um . . . two . . . two bars.” “How much you lifting? Come on you stupid little shit, how much?” Suddenly, Michael knew not to answer truthfully. He already regretted having Matt back to his room – mainly because of how it betrayed Tommy. He also heard something he didn’t like in Matt’s voice – something mean – meaner than usual – and dirty. Michael quickly calculated what he thought would be a good answer. “About four hundred.” “Nowhere near how I responded, good. Now listen, tiny Mouse, I don’t want you going near Tommy Cole again. You hear me. If I find out you’ve been with Tommy I’m going to wrap those tiny legs of yours around your neck and tie them in a bow. Do you hear me? I said, do you hear me, little fucker!” “Yes, Matt. But why?” “Shut up! Just do as I say! I mean it. Dammit, I’m going to kill that bastard!” And with that, Matt was gone. Michael stood in his dorm – shirtless and utterly confused. He could feel his heart beating stronger than usual – either from fear or excitement – he couldn’t tell which. Had he just made Matt jealous? Was the big wrestler upset because he and Tommy were getting so close? What did he mean when he said, “nowhere near how I responded.” There were so many things swirling around in his brain, but the one thought that kept popping up over and over was to beat off. He had wanted to get off to Matt’s muscles, but the big man had stormed off so quickly. Michael simply accepted the fact that he’d have to help himself to his needed release. As he made his way to his bed he passed the full-length mirror on the closet door. He walked by the thing many times a day and never glanced at himself, but tonight something caught his eye and he stopped. “Oh. My. God.” Suddenly, Michael realized what had made Kenny and Matt both react the way they had. He understood why Kenny had used the word ‘bulges.’ Michael’s upper torso was, indeed, poking out in new ways. Muscles were clearly defined and much bigger than the guy could have ever dreamed. Without even thinking about it, Michael raised his right arm into a flex and made that biceps tense up into a well-defined ball of hardness. The sight was such a shocking turn on that the poor guy shot off like a rocket – emptying a big wad into his underpants before he could even register what was happening. The orgasm was intense – but Michael kept his arm flexed the entire time. When the gushing finally finished and turned into nothing more than spurting droplets, the short guy flexed harder. A double-peaked, granite-like gun, the size of a baseball, blasted into the air like it was the arm of some young gymnast or martial arts expert. Michael had to turn from the mirror to look at the biceps, just to make sure it was really his. “Fucking no way!” he said out loud – consumed in disbelief. He reached up with his other hand and felt the mound of hard muscle – his cock immediately rocketing to full hardness again - even after his earlier intense explosion. He caressed the peak with his fingers and palm – marveling at how hard and big it was. Michael had a freaking defined biceps – the kind of arm he lusted after – the kind of gun he had beat off to for years. But this beast of a biceps was his. As he felt himself up he noticed his other knotted gun and immediately shot that arm into the air for a double biceps pose. The guy gasped out loud – even as he flexed with all his might. His arms blasted into the air like he was some kind of internet muscle cam show – and he suddenly realized he could be. Michael closed his eyes and re-opened them, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and that’s when his gaze took in the rest of his upper body. “Holy fucking . . . “ The sight of his chest made him drop his arms. Two swelling mounds of pec muscle bulged tightly from his body. No wonder his shirts had all seemed two sizes too small – because they were! There was actually a freaking crevice in the middle of his chest. The once smooth as a tabletop upper body now popped out in a way that made it clear Michael could easily hold something in the deep space between his pecs – a pen, a cell phone, or part of a guy’s face. It was the beginning of the chest of his dreams. That’s when he noticed the tightly defined six-pack below the bulging pecs. He had to take a few steps back – shocked to see that he had abs that protruded in a way so it looked like he could wash clothes on them. Michael briefly acknowledged the massive wet spot at his crotch and the fact that he had been leaking pre-cum even after his major ejaculation, but it didn’t matter. All he could focus on was his own improved body. He moved his hand up to his stomach and was immediately blown away at how hard the protruding ridges felt. He made a fist and pounded three times on his flat tummy, amazed by both the deep sound it made and how little he felt it. “Oh hell yeah…” That was the only thing he could think to say when he looked lower in the mirror and saw that his thighs bulged out nicely – tightening his once baggy jeans to the point where he knew he’d have to peel them off. His legs were thick and like rock! He took the same fist and pounded on his right quad, which he flexed – noticing that it didn’t shake or jiggle at all. And that’s also when he noticed the thick, long hardness snaking across his left thigh – outlined through the jean fabric as if a sculptor was making a mold. Michael had never been ashamed of his smaller-than-normal dick – he knew it was the motion that mattered more than the size – but seeing the fact that his rod had more than doubled in size was almost too much to handle. He unsnapped his pants and struggled to shove them down over his thick upper legs. His underpants were sopping wet with cum and that highlighted the outline of his steel-hard cock even more. The power in his tool made the briefs instantly tent outward. Michael pulled the waistband away from his body so he could tug his underwear down to his knees, too. The hard beast that smacked up against his abs caused the guy to again gasp out loud. His cock was now thicker than his old forearm. Its mushroom head was plump and flared out from the shaft like a hefty arrowhead. Michael’s creamy sweetness oozed out of his dick slit, like lava teasingly escaping a volcano. “Oh fuck…” Michael wrapped his now thicker hand around his hard cock and started stroking slowly and deliberately. His gaze returned to his upper body. Traps and delts now bulged nicely where there had basically been nothing but skinniness and softness just days ago. Rounded, full-of-muscle shoulders shot out from his thickly vein-covered neck in a way that made Michael pick up the pace of his strokes. Michael did a side flex with his other arm and he felt his cum-load surge dangerously close to explosion. His arm was big . . . like Matt’s and he already knew it was powerful. His arms had lifted eight hundred pounds. Tommy had been amazed by the strength Michael now possessed and it had come after only two bars. Michael flexed his gun even harder and he was sure it bulged even bigger than it had when he had first started looking in the mirror. No wonder he had felt so powerful for so many hours. His body had been compacting and growing, and getting much stronger. Michael was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize he was speaking out loud. “Fuck, Matt, I’m going to squeeze you til you beg me to stop. I’m gonna crank out so many reps overhead with your little body you’re gonna get dizzy. I’m gonna slam you up against the wall, rip those pants off with one hand, and pound that sweet ass of yours until I empty every drop of my love juice into your body. You’re gonna beg me to have my way with you!” This last statement, along with the sight of his now hard-mounded flexed biceps, was the breaking point for Michael. His cock exploded and his hot cum shot out powerfully. His abs tensed inward abruptly and then his crotch shot forward with what seemed like a super thrust. Bam! His cum spattered against the mirror thickly and then started sliding down. Bam! Bam! Full-on rockets of gulp-sized semen continue to shoot from Michael’s powerful rod. The ejaculation was so intense that Michael was forced to his knees – never once stopping the strokes of his hard shaft, which continued to spew out for minutes. When his body was finally finished convulsing, Michael leaned forward onto his arm while his heavy breathing subsided. He eventually let go of his still-hard dick and crawled slowly to his bed, making sure to grope his chest and arm as he lay down. Seconds after his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep – entirely spent from the best cum-explosion of his lifetime.

Two A few weeks have gone by. The first gym with Mark was a success, or at least you thought so at first. You wore a tanktop that showed off your pecs, the notched valley between them, and a pair of shorts that flattered your assets, so to speak. Not that you needed to reel this fish in - he was well and landed - but you wanted to see the look on Mark's face as you got a pump, when veins started to coil their way down your hairy 17" arms, when your already bubbly butt inflated further, rounder, pulling the fabric of your shorts taut. Well. You thought you didn't need to reel this fish in. After the workout, you introduced him to your trainer buddy Ryan. Got him set up with a package of 20 sessions. Then - right when you thought you'd seal the deal, when you were about to fulfill the erotic promise of months of glances and office flirtation - Mark seemed to get cold feet. He turned down an invitation back to your place. Fair enough, some guys don't move that fast. But, despite swapping phone numbers, there were no texts from him in the days after, no flirty messages, nothing. You're not the type of guy to chase after someone, especially not a skinny twink, no matter how cute, or how nice his ass. So you don't text him, either. Days turn into weeks. You don't see him in the awful food court at your work anymore, either. You actually start to worry. Is he avoiding you? Did you come on too strong - freak him out, maybe? Some people can't take the raw animal sexuality, but, well, you were pretty sure he was digging your vibe.... Eventually you message Ryan, your trainer buddy, the guy who was supposed to be training Mark. "Hey Ry, that guy Mark ever come back for any of his sessions?" "Derek, buddy, he's an animal, I just re-upped him. I've never seen a newbie take to the weights like this. He's here every night. I told him to take the weekends off, but I caught the little bastard in here last Saturday, doing bicep curls in the corner like I wouldn't notice him." You always lift in the morning before work. So your paths would never cross. A twinge of something - is it jealousy? but what are you jealous of? - stirs in your chest. "So he's making progress?," you text back. "Blowing up like a balloon. I tell him not to get used to it, it's just newbie gains." Your cock throbs in your work pants despite yourself. You want to see this cute twink "blowing up like a balloon." To be honest, you still want to nail him to your mattress with your cock. You tell yourself to cool it. You can have a different guy every night of the week if you want to - it's easy for you. Still, though. Once again, Mark is a no-show in the food court where you always used to see him. Your shitty grilled chicken pita with extra chicken that you eat every day tastes especially bland and styrofoam-like, and the blue-white flourescent lights make all the other office drones look ghoulish. After work, you go to the gym, despite having already done your workout that morning. He's there, executing perfect squats, Ryan standing back and watching, nodding. He's only got 195 lbs across his back, but, well, he was squatting an empty bar three weeks ago... "Derek!" Ryan calls out across the gym floor, performing the loud exuberant jock. Mark turns in your direction, flushed, dripping, breath heaving. He's definitely thicker. His t-shirt is definitely hanging on him in a different way, pushed out a little by budding pecs, clinging a little on baby delts. He grins at you like everything's cool. The stupid thing is, any sourness you felt melts away at that smile. He's so enthusiastic, so clearly happy to be here, to be ground into a thin paste by Ryan's famously punishing leg workouts. Ryan looks at his charge. "Wipe that smile off your face, buddy, you've still got two sets left." He glances at his phone. "Fifteen seconds until go time. Get your ass ready." You stand and watch the next two sets, done rapidly, with minimal rest. Mark's already nice butt has definitely added some meat to it. And his lats are just gently pushing out the sides of his t-shirt in a way they didn't before. For the sake of propriety, you take a spot on an elliptical and do some steady state cardio, low and slow, watching the rest of Mark's workout unfold. He really is an animal, like Ryan said. Never hesitating to dive into a set, running at the proverbial wall each time. Not holding anything back. You remember having that intensity when you started lifting, when everything about the gym was new and exciting and you couldn't wait to get huge... you wonder what happened to it. You love the gym, yeah, of course, but it's a steady sort of flame, warm, not hot. You're committed but not... lustful for growth, the way Mark is. When he's done he comes over. Panting, chest heaving. Cloudy drops of sweat collecting on his cute little nose, on his chin, splashing on the black rubber floor. "I don't see you at lunch anymore," you say. It isn't what you meant to lead with. It makes you sound needy. Desperate, even. Why the fuck is this little guy - and he is still a little guy, despite these impressive newbie gains - why is this little guy putting you off guard so much? "I'm surprised I ever saw you at lunch, big man. Ryan has me on a meal plan. I tupperware it every day. Two lunches, 11:00 and 2:00. I just work through the noon hour now." You grunt. It's true. You've let your meal prep slide. You used to be on the tupperware brigade. You used to be one of those guys who ate multiple meals at odd times, occasionally attracting a stare or a remark from a coworker. What happened? A little voice inside. How long have you been stuck at 205, 210....? Had you become... complacent? Had you stopped pushing? Were your abs blurrier than they used to be? Your arms a little smaller? "You're looking bigger," you say, to change the topic. "Heh, yeah!" Mark grins, unable to mask his enthusiasm. "I'm up 18 lbs." "18 lbs!" you squawk before you can stop yourself. You do the math. It's been... 24 days. "Mark, that's..." "Yeah, Ryan tells me it's exceptional. 155 lbs to 173 lbs. He says it's gonna slow down real soon. I hope not, though. I love it." His grin widens. "Thanks so much for introducing me to the gym, Derek. I should have started this years ago." He sniffs, as if suddenly noticing a bad smell. He leans his face toward his right armpit and inhales more deeply. "Woah, I'm ripe, I should get out of here. I'll see you around, big guy." And with that he was gone, gone before you could embarrass yourself further with some stupid remark. Some remark like "text me!"

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A N L A C O M P L E X ' S T A L E Attila strolled through the large hallways of the world-famous Galleria dell’ Accademia, barely acknowledging the history-making artwork surrounding him. But neither did the hundreds of lucky visitors that were crowding the place: they all had eyes on the greatest objet d’art than mankind would ever produce, him. Standing at 15 feet high, more than 3,000 pounds of raw muscles hulking out of his clothes, with a handsome face to top the whole package, his presence was unmistakable—from the rumbling of the walls with every one of his mighty steps to the potent musky smell of his sweat. People barely reached up above his knees, with for eye-level sight his packed grey-jogging. It had been sewed too large three days ago, but he was now filling it more than nicely, the obscene outline of his impossible cock quite visible along his right quad. From behind, his boulder ass popped out of the fabric of the jogging, tensing it to its limit. The 21-year-old Adonis looked downright godly, the massive Greek statues almost anemic next to him. The crowd worshipped him in silence, none daring to interact directly with him. A sizable mass was now following every one of his movements, his visit much more historic than any of the paintings that hugged the wall. Attila stood captivated by his own stature, engrossed by how puny his meaningless worshippers were and how he dwarfed both in size and beauty any piece inhabiting this “museum”. He was getting high on the feeling of power that inhabited him, a feeling he had grown accustomed to—he could feel his mighty cock getting engorged with blood at the thought of his dominance, and he groped his massive package in appreciation. Even to him, it felt incredibly big, almost wrongly so… Flashes went off there and here. Not only were all eyes on him, but all cameras too. There wouldn’t be a single photo taken of the art today; all were of his marvelous body. The guards had tried to enforce the “no-flash” rule, but it had proven to be impossible. Pictures of him were flooding social media and were starting to take over the news. His presence and his growth over the last few weeks had been surprisingly quite discreet—this was surely his first public appearance since the press conference a week ago his parents had held for him broking the 10-foot barrier. Little did he know, but there was a staggering waiting line at the entry of the museum for a Monday morning: after seeing his pictures on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or on the local news, thousands had gathered and were trying to get in; if just only to get a glimpse of him. His presence was noticeable in many ways. As he was wandering through the diminished galleries, his manly smell was filling the whole place, overpowering every little shrimp in the building. It was the fragrance of a true male, a true god amongst men… It was even more so pungent for the people closer to him, as they found themselves at equal distance from his sweaty black snickers and from his murky groin. It was oddly endearing, stripping the tiny onlookers of the little virility they still had after laying eyes upon his all-powerful body. It was almost mesmerizing: they found themselves desiring to serve him, to feel diminished next to their new god—a feeling so powerful that no one could escape it… He finally reached the piece he had been seeking since he had arrived: he had not made this trip simply out of generosity to help the museum with its diminishing ticket sale, but rather to show the world something, to send a clear message through the demonstration he intended to make in a few minutes. At the end of the hallway was the unmistakable masterpiece of Michelangelo, David. The massive marble statue was a sight to behold, its model the ultimate embodiment of manliness. Well. The penultimate to be more precise, since the staggering growth spurt of Attila. While the definition on the David was wonderful, especially on his knotty slightly oversized hands and feet, it was nothing compared to the sheer mass of Attila. And as he got closer, this was becoming quite evident to anyone standing in the room… The crowd had gathered en masse around the statue, seeing the subject of all visits today approaching it with renowned interest. As he entered the large room hosting the masterpiece, he couldn’t help but feel a slight appreciation for Michelangelo’s work. It was the best a mere mortal’s imagination could produce… It had been mankind’s best shot at creating an idol for manliness: the best our limited minds could produce. But Attila had known no bound in his need for power; as many had thought he had reached the limits of his body, his next growth spurt had proven them wrong every single time. There was no bound to his ability to get bigger, and he knew it entirely. People were not ready to accept it yet: he was only getting started. Soon, the statue would be of no more interest to people than was a speckle on the tiles of the floor was. David’s torso was a thing of beauty; there was denying that. But it was completely overshadowed by the insane volume of Attila. His shoulders were twice as large, his back a sea of sturdy muscles that made the statue look featureless. His biceps made the ones of David look like little twigs that he could snap in half with his fingers. The most prominent feature of Michelangelo’s work, his hands, paled in comparison to the giant’s ones. They looked powerful, almost frightening knowing the power they could unleash; how he could crush to paste in his fist a living man’s head with ease. The comparison, of course, was far from stopping here. But it was more than enough to introduce the show he was about to put on. Indeed, David, once the universal standard for virility and manliness, looked like nothing but a feeble immature little boy next to Attila. As he got within feet of the symbol, there were gasps in the ever-growing audience. Thanks to its pedestal, the statue was standing a head above the young giant; without it, it would have barely reached his pecs. This offered the statue a few more minutes of somewhat decency, as its flimsy marble was otherwise completely dwarfed by Attila’s lively muscles. He stood here for a second, sizing it up, somewhat hesitant about how to better show his unquestionable superiority. He could, of course, just wreck it to dust here and there—but this would be so trivial… Such a petty act would fail to convey the full message he wanted to send today. There was a hectic feeling in the room. Hundreds of smartphones were popping everywhere, the crowd filming and streaming on the web what they knew was going to redefine the course of history. Everybody had the almost dire apprehension that something memorable was coming. Yet, nobody could quite tell why they had that feeling or what was going to happen. Attila was in full control of the situation, the crowd mesmerized by every twitch from his body. There was no doubt news casters all around the country were starting to pick up on his appearance at the museum, commenting every subtle detail they could find. His choice of appearing alongside Michelangelo’s David had been understood by all as conveying a powerful and deep message. But he was gonna do more than just stand by it: he was gonna give them a show; the show of their lives. “And you came from all over the world to see … that?!” his deep baritone boomed, as he pointed at David in disgust. At the first word coming out of his mouth, all murmurs had stopped, the whole Galleria now dead silent, his voice echoing infinitely inside the building. He walked ceremoniously around the statue, his deliberately slow powerful steps making the whole room rumble. He gobbed, sending a massive loogie on David’s ridiculous dick—bringing the crowd’s attention to how minuscule it looked, especially compared to the python looming in his jogging. Sizing down the statue, he felt a now too common feeling of power inhabiting him, inhabiting every fiber of his dense muscle. The crowd below looked so … so meaningless to him. They were weak, irrelevant and pathetic. They were a bunch of deplorables. He could all wipe them out on a whim if it pleased him… And the worse? They would certainly like it—they would enjoy every minute of him crushing them to death under his sweaty soles. He groped his dick in appreciation, realizing how massive it had grown from the excitement. There was an obscene, downright pornographic, unmissable tent in his jogging but he cared very little; all the more so, he liked it. It would only remind the so-called men below of how puny they were next to his mightiness. He stopped in front of the David, removing his sweat-drenched black tank-top. There were clear exclamations from the crowd as he reveled his tight eight-pack—or was it a ten-pack? —, defined beyond the imaginable. There wasn’t a single pound of fat on his stomach, each of his cobblestone-like abs popping a few inches out of his stomach. His proportions were quite simply beyond perfection. Contrary to many bodybuilders, his stomach hadn’t become bloated from steroid overuse; it was simply packed with dense muscles. His waist was barely half the size of his boulder like shoulders, giving a clear V-shape to his knotty back. As he removed the shirt further, his sea of abs became alive with his further movements, his oblique a reminder to all men watching that they had such muscles hiding under their disgusting layers of fat. The spectacle was enthralling. Women wetted themselves on the spot from such a godly sight, while many men surprised themselves with the most massive boner they had ever felt. “You look all so puny.” He commented, sending shivers down the spines of everyone watching, as he seized the crowd down, now standing shirtless. Bare-chested, his bulging pecs were now fully visible. They looked like two massive balloons, each larger than a small fridge, their striations only highlighting the density and the tightness of his unbelievable chest. The gap in between them looked big enough for a grown man’s leg to fit in, a further reminder of the astonishing size difference between himself and every other man that had ever walked this Earth. Furthermore, there was no possible comparison between his torso and David’s. They looked as if they came from different species, Attila’s mass and symmetry unmatched by even the most ambitious carvings of Michelangelo. The upper-body envisioned he had envisioned looked fragile, if not flabby, as if he had lacked any ambition in building the statue. Hundreds of years of reference in terms of manhood had been thrown away in a second, and no one would question today’s match winner. But the demonstration was far from finished. In fact, it hadn’t even started. Attila threw his sweat-drenched black tank top to the other end of the room, where it landed on some members of the audience. What was a tight piece of clothing to him was more than enough to cover a large queen-size bed, and the few trapped under his top had difficulties getting out, overwhelmed by its pungent smell. For the first time in their worthless lives, they experienced true bliss. Under this sweaty blanket, they found themselves stripped of any quality they might have had, stripped of their identities, reduced to their bare bones. Under his domination, they could experience their true self and find a common and unique purpose: to serve him, to their deaths if necessary. They were in raptures over his magnificent body, his infinite power… After seeking one for so long, they had found a true God. “Let me show you what a real man is made of.” And without further ado, he delighted the crowd to a posing show that would enter the history books. He started with a breathtaking front biceps pose. His upper arms looked like two dense balls of steel, his biceps peaking higher than the shoulders of a fully grown man were wide. There was more power and muscles in one of his arm than in anyone in the room. His shape was overshadowing the David, its shoulders and head barely visible above his, for the rest of its body was concealed by the impossibly wide wall of muscles that was his torso. His quads were popping out through the fabric of the jogging, hugging it incredibly tight. They were defined beyond reason, each stride of raw muscle packing more power and mass than a bodybuilder whole quads. This pushed his growing bulge forward, an obscene tent the unmistakable sign he was getting off the size difference between him and the dazed onlookers. His dick barely more than at full mast, it looked to be more than 23 inches long… And God, how thick that rod was! Feeling a good pump coming, he flexed harder, his cheese-grate abs popping even more, a spider of veins now appearing along his entire arms. He moved to a front lat spread, to showcase just how wide his shoulders were. There were gasps—barely audible under his groans—in the audience, as his back overshadowed the David even more. As he breathed in, his chest heaved bigger and bigger, like one would inflate a balloon. Each muscle fiber in his pecs were rock hard, packing unfathomable power. As he held the pose, the pump was getting more than noticeable, his already tremendous biceps having gained a few more inches of circumference. But perhaps, the most astonishing increase in size from blood-flow came from his cock… It was now getting close to being fully erect, and there was actually quite a noticeable tearing sound as it got fuller and fuller, the jogging slowly giving away under the combined strain of his diamond quads and his python cock. His bulge was getting so large that the people right below could barely see his stomach and abs; while his balloon-like chest concealed the view of his handsome smile for many others. Noticing that his muscles were so large they were impairing his vision, he couldn’t help but get even more stoked. The sight of his strapping body would be more than enough to send him over the edge… But he wanted for the audience to see more; to leave truly reduced to being nothing more but his foot slaves. Feeling close to what he wanted to achieve, his muscles bulging bigger by the second simply from the pump, he moved on to the next pose. Without warning, he stepped over with his right leg and planted his left leg behind, reaching a heart-stopping side chest pose. There were gasps of terrors as his 33 inches long Nike moved close to crush someone alive; for the few that hadn’t sprung to their feet in time, the slight brush had broken three of their ribs with ease. Yet, the crowd was transfixed by the show and did not even do more than slightly shudder. None dared to move, afraid of missing the upcoming spectacle: they were entirely at his mercy, engrossed by his cockiness. His body was now beyond any pump any bodybuilder could get; the veins on his biceps were dazzling, complimenting their singular round shape. His forearms were an intricate net of veins, his skin astonishingly tight on the strides of his muscles. From the blood filling them, his muscles had bulged noticeably bigger than they were when he had started flexing. The David behind looked featureless, paling in comparison to the liveliness, unfathomable mass and insane definition of Attila’s body. His move from one pose to another had sent a whiff of his smell filling the room, beads of sweats covering his body from the insane exertion. He was giving this show all he had, and it was showing; his muscles were tensed harder than ever, with an intensity many only thought a workout could lead to. The virile smell was only complimenting the visual show, enthralling everyone and putting the crowd in a trance like state. More tearing sounds from his over stretched jogging brought him back to reality for a second, away from his dreams of control and power. The super-pump had made his quads grow even further, pushing his pants far beyond their limits. His ass was the size of big boulder rock, with a perfect round shape—contrary to far too many bodybuilders, he hadn’t sacrificed aesthetics and symmetry for size: he had both! Even though his quads were of a thickness few could fully grasp, the bulge of his massive 30 inches erect endowment still managed to peak above them, the top of it drenched in smelly precum. His previously too large custom sweat pants were now looking more like tight Lycra ones; he had completely overgrown in a matter of days—without any growth spurt, yet! He threw back his head in ecstasy, moaning at the thought of his incredible growth and mighty body. This rattled the entire building, his deep growl putting the audience’s ears in pain; and yet, it was music to their ears. He had finally reached climax; not sexual climax, but one that was far more powerful and alarming for his surroundings… He could feel every single fiber in his body aching for more power, for more size; his gaze was blurred with vision of him growing bigger and bigger, dominating over entire cities; he felt his entire body push against its skin, his body pumped beyond belief, ready to explode with additional size. He was high on power, on strength—he was high on his need to grow bigger and stronger… And grow he was going to, without any brakes or restraints. “You wanted to see a real man?” he boomed, slowly turning his back to the crowd. There was a deluge of approbation that echoed throughout the entire museum—the place had been turned into more of a stadium by now, judging from the crowd behavior. The audience was hectic, entirely at his mercy and service. He laughed at the sound of their measly squeaks—it was music to his ears. Though, he had to take it slowly. His body was on the verge of erupting into the mother of all growth spurts, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it… He gently came to face the David, his massive back and boulder ass offered to the crowd. “You ready?” he enquired with a smirk on his face, jubilating from the thousands of gazes on his rock hard body, every muscle in his body more tensed than ever. The crowd started chanting his name rhythmically, with new found fervor. He started bringing up his knotty arms, slowly, carefully spreading his lats… He felt on the edge, power radiating through him with ever-increasing intensity, spasms simulating his tight muscles; he had never experienced something like that before: he felt more Godly than ever, capable of lifting and breaking mountains would he desire it. As he spread his lats wider and wider, a sea of muscles coming to life on his back, he could feel every single one of his muscles progressively locking, as if he was progressively engaging a massive piece of machinery through its different gears… He could feel every single muscle fiber in his body coming to life, the heat and the strain on every square inch of his tanned skin, his dick pulsating at full mast, ready to plow through anything. As his arms reached their position for a back double biceps pose, he felt the utmost climax coming, his entire body shivering at the thought of it. On the very edge of a historic moment, he had the choice: the dive into the haze of powerful radiating heat that obscured his feelings with thought of domination and power or to forever stand at its doorstep, basking in its vigorous blaze. In this very moment, he had the ability to change the course of history itself; to redefine what mankind was. For once and for all, he felt alive, in full control. As a smirk appeared on his face, he started to tense everyone of his muscles at once, slowly focusing on every fiber, every stride, every group of muscles, bringing his whole body back to life at once, into full gear… He delighted in the few seconds that passed as his veins began popping up all over his shredded body, time suspended for a moment… He could dive in, or stay here, in the bask of the radiating heat, filled with infinite pleasure. At last, he made his choice: “enough of these games” he thought and he let go of everything, diving in fully into the blaze of power, strength and dominance that awaited him. The era of Attila the giant had begun. His movement of spreading his lats, of expanding his back for his pose never stopped: as he flexed his powerful biceps with all of his might, his back kept on expanding, larger and larger, creeping outward at the rate of a few inches per second. His entire body began expanding, growing out in all directions. With every passing second, more mass was getting crammed into the ever-expanding peaks of his biceps, his pecs bulging further and further, his legs becoming longer and longer… “He is growing!” squeaked someone in the audience, as a common gasp of terror filled the building. But soon, everybody fell silent, transfixed by his impossible show; the ominous soundtrack to his unstoppable growth became the ramble of the ground as he was packing hundreds of pounds of muscles after hundreds, his jogging and Nike stretching to failure. This was the coming of a new God… He kept on holding the pose for a few more seconds, his head soon coming to eye-level with the puny David; he broke the 17-foot barrier as if it was nothing, now looking down on the statue. Its entirety was hidden by his ever-broadening back, while the pedestal was mostly concealed by his diamond quads, each wider than the statue itself. He took a step forward, the measly glass barrier below simply exploding on contact with his impossibly powerful legs. There were yelling of fear, but nobody moved an inch, even the ones right under him for whom the available space was diminishing with every second. His growth seemed to know no end, as his eyes were now gazing above the not-so-huge-anymore statue. The David looked like a flabby child next to him, with no feature to redeem itself. As if the comparison couldn’t get anymore diminishing for the masterpiece, his jogging started to get teared apart, the fabric exploding in between his two butt cheeks from the tension created by his ever-growing ass. He tensed up his muscles further, his quads exploding through the fabric with renowned strength and reducing it to pieces in seconds. As his jogging felt down on the puny onlookers below, it revealed his tight white boxers, which wouldn’t last for much longer either. The seams on their side had already exploded from his growing legs, leaving it to look like more of a teared apart jockstrap than anything else. His balls hung low between his legs, quite visible from behind, while his dick was tearing through the front of his boxers, leaving precum on the ground and on the pedestal of the statue. As his shoulders were starting to rise above the head of the David, he dropped the pose, relaxing back his muscles, his body covered with sweat. “Doesn’t like that big anymore, huh?” His voice took everyone aback; it was much deeper and powerful than before. The statue looked more than feeble now in front of him, as he was now oversizing it in every regard. If his biceps kept on expanding, they would soon be bigger than the torso of the David! But for now, his growth had tempered off—though it was hard for him to resist the envy for more size… He flicked his cock, annihilating the remaining of his boxers. The pungent pieces, imbibed with precum, fell on a poor guy below who quite simply collapsed down from the overwhelming smell. Attila barely noticed—he was more occupied relinquishing his massive body and comparing it with the piece of art he had put out of fashion. Each of his pec was actually larger than was the entire upper torso of the statue! He had grown seriously huge with his previous growth spurt, weighing now in excess of 7,500 pounds, more than two big sedans put together! And the strength he was packing was downright scary: he could blow right through the statue if he wanted to, and he wouldn’t even leave with as much as a bruise! The audience could now admire freely his uncovered legs, each as big as a tree trunk, each an incredible powerhouse of raw strength. His quads were now longer and far larger than a human being, but made of impenetrable thick muscle; they could easily crush to dust a car, which was telling regarding what it could do to a human… People now stood well below his knees; they faced calves that were bigger than them, covered with a slight fur of blonde hair. They lead to his massive feet, each almost three feet in length! His Nike hadn’t given in yet; but they were visibly distorted, with the laces starting to pop out; there wasn’t much doubt they would soon simply explode, liberating his incredible feet. He wondered about what to do next for a second; destroy the statue? Nah. He had an ever better idea in mind… He turned around, revealing his 45 inches cock to the public. There were gasps in the audience, for the rod was quite obscene: veins were snaking along it, and it was leaking precum at a steady rate, spilling it all over the floor. People actually took a step back, terrified by the monster; but they found themselves oddly attracted to it, in dire need of getting a closer look. They wanted to feel it, to stroke it, to lick it… It was an object of desire, of absolute worship: the ultimate embodiment of manliness. Even to his proportions, it was oddly huge. “You like that thing?” he enquired with a smirk, knowing very well the answer. He dreamt of plowing it right through someone, but there was no one alive that could handle such a massive endowment; he would just split them up in the second he would thrust his monster in them. And while the idea certainly fascinated him, even excited him, he had no time for these games. He started stroking his cock with one of his hands, unable to resist the temptation. The feeling of fullness it had sent shivers down his spine: it felt so massive, so powerful… His giant hand could barely cover a quarter of it and he couldn’t even close it around his shaft—it was that thick! As he rubbed it, more precum started loudly falling out, forming a growing puddle on the ground. The scent of it was thick and was starting to fill the room quickly; it acted as an incredible aphrodisiac on all the people here. Some of them couldn’t even stop it and started jacking it right here, on the spot, while the less resilient just climaxed on the sight of his unfathomable endowment. He started moaning loudly, getting off once again on his perfect body. As he realized his dick was half the size of a grown man, he started losing himself in his dreams of power and dominance again… He could see himself towering over the entire city, crushing buses under his relentless sole, his dick by then far larger than a train wagon. And as he would flex his hill-sized biceps, he would grow more and more, endlessly, his head above the cloud, the entire city under his smelly feet… The whole world would belong to him, mankind reduced to serve him. He would reign as a merciless God, ready to crush anyone who dared not comply with his superior demands. He felt overwhelmed by the sight, now on the verge of cumming… But he was suddenly brought back to reality. What brought him back to reality made him explode in deafening laughter seconds later, the walls rumbling hard. He looked at David’s dick—or more exactly speckle—the thing barely bigger than his thumb’s nail. He gazed back at his overwhelming endowment, exploding with renowned laughter. People had to cover their ears in pain, but he kept laughing and laughing, unable to fathom the ridiculousness of the statue microscopic endowment. “And you dare call that a man!” he was able to muffle through his laughter, his abs heaving rhythmically with each burst of laughter. The idol had been truly ridiculoused, from head to toe… There was nothing more to redeem from it. It was now time for him to show off his new path and introduce his era—to become a true Godly idol. “Let me show you…” he started to flex his abdominal muscles, the wall they were forming getting tighter and tighter by the second… He raised his massive arms behind his head, his triceps exploding with size as he did so, his massive arms almost brushing his cheeks… He gazed at the minuscule crowd below with a smirk, and flexed hard, harder than ever before. His body wasted no time in reacting to his demand for additional size; it was time to resume the growth spurt, and quickly. And this time, there would be no more pit stops on the way to becoming a true giant. His growth kicked into high gear almost immediately, his body expanding again rapidly. But this time, everyone was keen to notice that something was different: he was growing much more quickly than ever before, his muscles expanding at a worrying rate. Suddenly, the top of the statue barely came to his nipple, the puny shrimps below finding themselves having to expand the circle around him so as not to get crushed. His shoes exploded in the following seconds, unable to contain his ever-growing feet. A wave of their pungent sweaty smell hit everyone in the room, for they had been kept trapped for hours into the tight shoes. His toes were now expanding quickly outward, and he wiggled them in appreciation, only worsening the virility-stripping smell. Each of them was nearly as big as a head, their shape surprisingly enticing for the people around them. Indeed, many felt the need to go lick clean his dirty soles, but this would be a death wish seeing how fast they were growing. His ominous manly smell was far too endearing and mesmerizing for anyone in the room to resist. It was a mixture of sweat and precum mixed with a powerful whiff from his soles, and while this would usually be disgusting, coming from him, it was the embodiment of manliness and virility. His worshippers relinquished in its salty taste, feeling voodooed by its nuances. They felt compelled, oddly drawn by his stinky sole and his deep, drenched in sweat, hairy pits. With every breath they were taking, they were further stripped of their identity and consequently reduced to being nothing but his toys; they finally felt at ease in their position of inferiority, having nothing to prove, and being finally able to embrace their worthlessness. His growth seemed impossible to stop. He was enthralled by the high he was getting from seeing his surroundings shrinking, as the puny humans around him were becoming more and more like rodents. He couldn’t care less about them anymore; if they were to die under his feet, so was it, for he was now their almighty and all-powerful God. He brought one of his arms up and flexed his massive ball of a biceps… “AM I EVER SO HUGE!” He boomed in appreciation of his size, flexing even harder his arm. The effects of that gratuitous flex were instantaneous, kicking his growth in an even higher gear. He seemed to defy all laws of physics, his stature expanding larger and larger, the ground rumbling from the weigh he was packing every second. They watched powerlessly as his calves heaved higher and higher, each larger than the statue. The tallest in the crowd were barely coming to half their length by now! His torso had been affected by a similar increase in size; fully grown men could now sit on his massive traps, and his back looked as if you could build a bungalow onto it. His flexed biceps was peaking higher and higher by the second—it was now larger than the entire Michelangelo’s statue and still increasing in size steadily. Its round shape was of indescribable perfection, its growing strides and striations creating mesmerizing patterns. He was watching it grow with passion, enthralled to flex harder with every passing second, fueling his growth even further. Each row of abs was now passing one after another the top of the David, each abs the size of a household fridge, only much sturdier and fuller. He was truly becoming a giant… Soon enough, he had more than doubled his original size: he was standing at 40 feet tall, close to the arches leading to the surrounding hallways, the top of the statue barely coming up to his waist. He had blown the 55,000 pounds mark, bigger than five massive pickup trucks. And with every second, he was only getting bigger, with no plan to stop. He readjusted his stance, sending a few people to the ground with his massive leg. To him, it barely felt like brushing against a twig. To them, it felt like a wall had hit them at full speed—and they suffered from heavy internal bleeding and many fractures. As he slammed his foot into the ground, the entire building rumbled, plaster falling from the ceiling and precious paintings falling to the ground. He was becoming a true giant, one that could grow endlessly at will… He smiled at the thought of his newly found destructive abilities—and he had barely tried! His feet, much like his dick, were now bigger than a fully grown adult! He could certainly crush entire cars under his feet, without doing as much as exerting any pressure—heck, he could certainly flatten a tank if he wanted! His destructive power knew no bound and was increasing by the very second, with no one able to do anything to stop him! The reality that a new order for things had been set today escaped to no one in the room; the extent to which this growth spurt was redefining history hit everyone, be they in the Galleria or watching him on TV, at home. They were now gazing at him fearfully, afraid of what was to come next. Unable to resist the temptation anymore, he started masturbating his massive rod with one of his powerful arms. It answered by growing even more erect, the firehose sized veins increasing in number all over it. Many of the people standing in the room were getting covered with the young Adonis precum; he was simply too big to keep sharing this room without them getting somewhat dirty. As he stroked his massive member, he flexed his massive chest and reduced his abs to a heart-stopping vacuum, furthering his growth even more. He felt overcome with delight as his growth rate increased even further. With every breath he was taking, his upper torso heaved bigger and bigger, each pecs large enough to park a car on them. The cleavage in between them was now big enough for a whole human being to fit in, and he could surely crush them to paste if he was to flex them as someone stood there. There was no sign of slowing down; if anything, his growth spurt was accelerating. His head passed the arches separating the room from the three hallways leading into it. He looked up and saw the glass dome above, standing at 60 feet high—a barrier he would soon break. He couldn’t even see most of the room’s floor under his massive pecs! His dick was now looming above the David, and each of his stroke only made him bigger and bigger. He felt as if he could continue all day long, being far from having exhausted this growth spurt, untapped potential still available to him. Though, relaxing his abs, he decided he wanted to end this quickly; he was tired of this room that basically posed no challenge to him anymore. He wanted to get free, to get in the city and to roam freely on his new empire. He brought his two arms back up and moved into a final double biceps pose. His two fists were getting dangerously close to the glass ceiling and a movement of panic caused people to start hustling out of the room as they understood a shower of glass shards awaited them. Flexing his two biceps harder than ever, he threw his head back in ecstasy, his booming laugher erupting and rattling the building. His growth reached its apex speed; growing at almost a foot per second, his frame expanded further and further, his feet pushing against the trapped people below. As he wiggled his toe in pleasure, he could feel people getting snatched under them, condemned to getting crushed to death under his ever-growing sole. Many who had to suffer this fate considered it an honor they could have never hoped for; they would serve at his feet, licking his salty skin until their very last breath. His fists, each big enough to hold an entire human or to take away the statue as one would a small water battle, slammed into the ceiling; it shattered instantly, the shards bouncing off his impenetrable skin, not even making a dent in his massive body. There wasn’t a thing known to man that could hurt him now. Finally, the sun shined on his head, and the view of the Galleria and Florence started to clear. Reaching 65 feet, his shoulders exploding out of the building, people barely ankle high to him, he looked around to see that most of the buildings were smaller than him; he was now weighing more than 177 tons—twice an Abraham tank with weight to spare—and his strength was unfathomable. His demonstration had been more than successful: he was starting to feel satisfied with his new size, his torso large enough to build a family house upon, his biceps peaking higher than a human was tall and his traps just as tall. He looked at himself with contempt, delighted by every square inch of his body. Besides, he was starting to struggle with having his quads fit in the building… His growth started to tamper, just as it had come. A few courageous mind dared to reenter the room, where a mess of shard and plaster awaited them. The room had turned dark, for Attila massive body was shading it from the sun. The David was still standing in the middle of the room intact, if dusty and humiliated, surrounded by two massive calves which it barely reached three quarters of. His dick was actually longer and far larger than the statue itself, the ultimate testament of his insane domination over his surroundings. The way it hung from his shredded body seemed impossible, defying the laws of physics. They could barely see Attila’s head from here, as it was concealed by his massive muscles. He didn’t deign to take a look at the bugs below; their lives had little to no meaning to him—and he had come to peace with this idea. Afar, he could hear the police sirens and the buzzing of the arriving helicopters. His little stunt had steadily gained viewership over the last few minutes, so much that it was now displayed worldwide… “THIS BE A LESSON FOR YOU ALL,” his voice echoed through the entire neighborhood, rattling the windows and making deaf those right below. “MY POWER IS ENDLESS; MY STRENGTH KNOWS NO BOUND; AND MY NEED FOR SIZE IS INSATIABLE” the millions watching felt uneasy, parted between terror and admiration of the youthful giant. “FROM NOW ON,” he marked a pause for dramatic effect, “THIS IS MY KINGDOM AND YOU ARE MY SLAVES!” he boomed so strongly that windows broke all around the Galleria, in a strange chorus of annihilation and carnage. “LET THIS BE A SHOW OF WHAT IS TO COME…” he finally commented. Without a warning he pushed as hard as he could with his massive quads, jumping high into the air. Under the impulsion, the concrete of the ground below had quite simply imploded, unable to resist the staggering strength his legs were packing, the ground shaking from his jump. He folded his legs, his feet actually coming as high as he stood tall before, blowing to pieces more of the domed ceiling; he had just sent his 108-foot, 525 tons body high up in the sky, thanks to his insanely powerful quads. The feat seemed impossible, and yet, here he was, high in the sky. He seemed to hang in the air for long seconds, as the reality of what was to come stroke those below… “What goes up,” many started to think in the audience, “must comes down.” And if the going up part had caused some serious damage…