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Finally getting to post my first real written story for the idea I brought up before. It's not so much a part one but rather a clip I'm ready to share now. It's about seventeen paragraphs long and features macro, hyper, muscle growth, which I'll hopefully be continuing into a limitless growth scenario! Enjoy reading. The Uncontainable Hulk A week of research had already passed for Bruce Banner. His time spent at a remote military base in Arizona had led to his recent discovery of reprogramming his hulk-like transformation, an experiment that Bruce had just undergone yesterday. Results seemed promising and so far, nothing seemed to push him to his destructive alter ego. Even when he was provoked, Banner remained level headed and completely unchanged. What Bruce did not expect was that the Hulk lurked in other places. Sitting in front of his computer, Bruce read through the notes and observations left behind by scientists who assisted in the test. The room was empty and quiet with only a subtle hum coming from the fluorescent lights above him. Switching the monitor off, Banner leaned back in his office chair, pondering at the outcome he was left with. Is the Hulk really gone? Am I cured of my condition? Will this be good? Questions kept forming in his mind. Although destructive, the Hulk had power that Bruce could never in his life ever experience ever again. It should be good that no longer he would fear the consequences of feeling such a natural and simplistic emotion yet Banner sat in his chair, unsatisfied by it all. He lived with his situation for so long that he found ways to keep the beast locked away. Going Hulk had benefits of its own and strength so desirable... His loins stirred. His time spent secluded and boxed in left him bored and tired. It had been so long since he had time for himself. Bruce leaned over to his side to look behind his office chair, staring briefly at the surveillance camera before switching the monitor on and undoing his belt. His time now was of little importance and with his chair blocking most of the camera feed, Banner got right to unzipping his pants. His hand gently caressed the brief clad bulge in front of him. His mind conjured images of his body undergoing transformation. His longing of strength and power had always stuck to him on such a primal desire, something he continuously imagines when he's alone. A lengthy mound soon emerged as the blood ran through him. Adjusting accordingly, his cock was finally out from his underwear, the welcoming cool air touching his shaft. He worked the length in his palm, still picturing the Hulk, still picturing the brawn, the size, the strength and dominance... Nearing his peak, Bruce's body suddenly stiffened with his arms jolting back and legs stretching from underneath his desk. He felt for a moment, a familiar wave of energy coursing across his torso and appendages. Banner could feel his buttoned up shirt growing tighter, his pants hugging across his legs, his feet and hands swelling slowly. He recognized this sensation and knew what was happening. The purple shirt he wore already had seams bursting in multiple spots across his growing arms. The mass of his biceps peaked through the sleeves first with his shoulders pulling apart the seams of his shirt. Buttons snapped off the tight fabric across his torso and landed on the ravaged fabric of his trousers. Rips formed across his back, thighs and forearms as the transformation kept a slow and steady pace. Banner watched in horror to see his body muscle more and more but what drew his attention was the dying erection right in front of him. He noticed his cock never discharged but instead, bloated, fattened and extended at a mesmerizing rate. The meaty member just kept growing up and up, as the veins vanished underneath the foreskin and soon after reaching it's full foot long length, fell flaccid on his keyboard with a noticeable thud. The growth had finally subsided. Bruce was left astonished and stunned. His transformation was different this time. Sitting himself at 6'6", the mass of his body was half that of the Hulk's original size. The definite green skin tone was replaced with a warmer shade of green that affected every inch of his muscled body. At this point, his clothes barely covered him. Rags were strewn across various parts of his upper body with his pants forming into ripped shorts which spilled out his massive manhood. The white briefs he wore were still intact but barely held the soccer balls that were his genitals. Bruce lifted himself from his cramped chair, standing barefoot as his cock slithered off the keyboard and slapped against his knees. The weight of his member was truly something to experience but Bruce couldn't help but notice his mental state. He was still sane, stable and not enraged in any capacity. He had full control over all his functions. Relieved and excited, Banner reveled in his new form, admiring the bodybuilder physique he now had. His large hands grabbed at whatever scraps were left behind of his work shirt as he pressed his fingers in between the chiseled crevices of his cut muscular body. Lifting his left arm, he flexed his bicep, watching the mass rise up with a thick vein peaking to the top. Bruce was never able to truly adore his hulkish qualities. His memories of the Hulk were always muddled, shrouded in a rage filled episode that left him with nothing but regret. His cock gave a throb, it's bulk calling to him from below. It's shape was so enticing, fat and folded, as if it was ready to start stretching to newer proportions. Although long, its form still remained short and stubby, the head of which largely taking up a third of its size. Bruce's hand slowly glided to the hairy base. His index finger pressed at the top of the shaft before his hand rested on the rest of his girth. Coincidentally, despite its new size, the cock was perfectly in proportion to his enlarged hands. His palm gently ran down the length and shivers of pure ecstasy rattled Bruce like he never felt before. The sensation felt amplified, the pleasure of which was almost intoxicating. He stroked his cock more and more and found himself shackled to the bliss his flesh delivered. The thick skin was dragged by his bulgy fingers as the meaty shape of his dick extended in sync with his masturbation, making each stroke longer than the last. Finger-thick veins reappeared across his hardening cock as its size gained an additional six inches. The climax was fast approaching. Banner's body stiffened in response as his legs locked straight up and his back bent backwards, leaving his junk elevated and ready to erupt. Just like before, his cock did not drain. The energized sensation coursed through him a second time and bulk was steadily packing onto his figure. Banner gave a guttural groan as his hairy chest ballooned into a shelf of solid muscle. Even his deep green nipples had their share of growth, thickening at the bottom of each slab. His broad shoulders pushed out in a horizontal fashion, crevices outlining the brawn, pumpkin-like both in appearance and size. Traps rose out afterwards, crawling closer to his ears. His jaw became square with a widening chin that wholly aligned with his massive vascular bull neck. His meaty brows protruded above his green eyes as his whole face was molded manlier and stronger, resembling less of Bruce and more of the Hulk. He grunted, appearing primal and powerful. He could feel his arms exploding in size. Thick cables of muscle amassing on his already mighty limbs, bulging and flexing uncontrollably into a width that compared to that of his washboard abdomen. His chiseled six pack swelled into a brick wall of eight lumpy abs. Below the waist, his calves and thighs expanded to newfound thickness. The newly made shorts soon split from the approaching beef into even small garments, hugging his waist and covering only a third of his enormous square glutes. The back pockets peaks out from the pants over the steel-hard boulder cheeks, both tight and tugging at the fabric that was wedged in between. And of course his cock, a sight to behold. Eighteen inches of thick, hulk meat began to swell monstrously. Each throb after the other juiced his shaft more and more as the member stretched and softened, fatter and thicker. Both testes pulled his briefs down further and further until the underwear snapped from the front. Passing two feet, his cock and the rest of his skin darkened into a noticeable shade of deep green. His body shot upwards, growing past the seven foot mark and stopping short of eight feet tall. The back of Hulk's neck now rested against the ceiling while his three foot manhood dropped to his ankles. Bruce had finally transformed into the Hulk. Hulk breathed heavily, his chest rising up and down as his head still spun from the rush of his transformation. He was still in control but just barely. Banner finally began understanding his situation. His rage was merely usurped by his lust, persuading him to change with a bounty in the form of sexual gratification. Every ejaculation would go to fueling the Hulk's power, his libido piling on more and more until it ultimately resets, like the turning of an hourglass. Bruce might have retained his free will but the pleasure was hard to fight off. The sensation from his loins only magnified more after each growth spurt. The cycle would remain endless. His sexuality alone was dictated by his size, his mass and his manhood. Growing made him aroused, which made him grow, which aroused him again. Already the very feeling of his legs, knees and massive feet being enveloped by his scorching hot sack turned the Hulk on even more. In his mind, he didn't just want more, he NEEDED more. Cramped inside the laboratory, Hulk hurried to exit through the door. His muscled legs constantly kept hitting against his monster junk as he tried to walk. Cock and balls bounced up and down in front of him with their added weight enticing Hulk more and more with each step. Knowing full well that he wouldn't fit, Hulk tackled at the metal door in a fit of lusty impatience, bursting through with ease as the frame and chunks of wall toppled over. Dust poured behind him as he was greeted by rows of men, clad in armor with automatic weaponry all pointed towards the green monster. The camera had already alerted the facility of his transformation. Every gun fired directly at Hulk, the bullets casually dropping off his rippling body and rigid cock as they clattered against the concrete floor. Although impenetrable, the rounds directed at Hulk left him enduring the sharp pain from the chattering rifles. Hulk reacted, turning away from the gunfire as to shield himself from the armed soldiers. If like anything in the past, it would be expected that the Hulk would rampage, enraged by the pitiful attack of the military and the certain destruction of the entire facility. Instead, Hulk refrained himself from taking action while his massive ass and mountainous back were absorbing all the blows. Hulk only stared at the giant hole he left from the laboratory, exciting him at the casual display of left over destruction. He left that room in a fit of hot lust and that same sensation was still lingering inside, not once dying down. His desire could never be extinguished. Once his arousal started, it could only grow from that point on until he achieved his climax. Hulk could feel his cock perking up. One hand grabbed firmly at the shaft while his other hand caressed the head. The pain he felt behind him could not compare to the pleasure he was feeling. Every inch of his palm fondled his nerves as he dragged his soft green beast higher and higher into an impressive erection. His low, breathy moans picked up volume as he worked himself further. Soon, even the soldiers could hear his bliss-filled wails over their deafening weaponry. Hulk's ass was seen, clenching and unclenching as his waist involuntarily swung back and forth, driving the veiny walls of his dick into the caress of his burly hands. Sweat began to crawl down the vast expanse of his back as well as the bulging mess of muscles that formed from his torso. Pecs and abs squeezed together tightly with his thick, tree-like arms pressing his muscles inwards as he fondled his length. The troops momentarily ceased their firing, standing bewildered at what they were witnessing. The green mass of the Hulk's body swelled at a constant rate, cramming him more into the shrinking expanse of the narrow hallway. Hulk turned himself around, panting in large heaping breaths as his whole body shook and throbbed. His stance fell to a kneel as his back pressed more into the ceiling above. His bowing posture showcased the rippling display of shoulders, traps, chest and back forming a wall of ever-growing beef. His broadening arms reached the walls at his sides while his juicy, hairy pecs bloated towards the leviathan cock, the cleavage hugging against the surface of his dick. The member started to rapidly bloat, fattening up and growing soft, expanding at an alarming rate towards the troops. One by one, each soldier began to flee at the enlarging flesh which threatened to engulf them in hot green cock. Hulk's already masculine face grew manlier in appearance. The squarish jaw and chin he possessed grew fuller and more stubbly while his protruding brow had shelved itself out more. Moans of ecstasy escaped from the vein-riddled expanse of his neck as his growing cock was fondled by the hairy surface of his beefy chest muscles. He could feel his bulbous ass entering the previous room he once dwelled. In just a short amount of time, Hulk had already filled part of the hallway, snugged firmly by the ceiling and walls. The remainder of the troops kept themselves at a safe distance, gawking in astonishment at the girth that laid out in front of them. The cock, soft once more, had grown to eight feet long, five feet wide, resting on the massive sack that ran from Hulk's hairy crotch. Behind the mass, Hulk was wedged in at sixteen feet, hunched over and on both knees with his face and breast laying on top of his supple endowment. It only took mere seconds before Hulk's libido was fanned yet again. Everything around him catered to his sexual cravings from the cold hard walls touching his firm muscled body to the dense musky scent that invaded Hulk's nostrils coming from the godcock he laid on top of. The odor was almost too good for him. Hulk breathed in deeply, panting as his open mouth lapped at the skin of his cock. One brush of his tongue was enough to overload his senses. The taste, the touch, the smell, one sensation piled on top of the other. He couldn't get enough. He swiped his tongue over and over, rolling his meaty chest up and down the shaft. His lower body attempted to hump the air making the columns of hard mountainous muscle shift in a display of virile captivation. Cracks formed around him as the slightest movement was capable of fracturing the walls and ceiling. The last of the men fled as the junk resumed its extension into a massive erection. Hulk's drive was almost subhuman. He drooled and slobbered, writhing completely stationary to work his cock harder. The tip had finally extended and risen enough to press against the ceiling. His enormous arms destructively tried to squeeze through, desperate to reach in front and seize his titan cock. Hulk was a beast in heat, his actions became more unruly with every passing second. Grunts and brutish groans echoed across the compound as the halls were thick with the pungent scent and heat emanating from the horny phenomenon. Every surface near Hulk trickled with droplets of condensation as well as web-like fractures that formed around the green monster. Hulk clenched his teeth, feeling the buildup rising inside his gargantuan member. Spit and sweat worked to lubricate his cock as both hands and pecs were drenched in his juices. The slick fondling of his veiny shaft sent waves of orgasmic ecstasy through the titan. Hulk roared, as loud as he could, shaking the facility with his low, beastly howls to yet another explosive climax. The walls barely held him inside before but now, had disintegrated by the slightest growth of his freakish body. Hulk stood in response to the uncontrollable muscle piling on to each of his limbs, crashing his entire upper body through the roof, colliding with concrete that barely stood against the rising force of his stance. Erupting out into the outdoors, another erotic roar signaled the rest of the compound to his presence. A display of continuous swelling green muscle emerging from the top of the building was in full view for any spectators outside. Hulk's chest was the most noticeable in growth as it rippled outwards, lower, higher, until each hairy, juicy pec overshadowed a fourth of his torso and collided against his burly jawline. From there, his shoulders continued their routine in broadening outwards, away from his thorax as to make Hulk appear wider, leaving room for his arms to swell next. His biceps received the most attention from the miraculous gains. Each bulbous round cutlet of muscle crashed against the pillowy bulk of his chest, jutting each body-wide arm out enough to triple the span of his proportions. Hulk couldn't help but smile as his eyes continuously wandered to every solid limb getting more and more monstrous. Although the fact that he couldn't see past his chest excited him, he wish he could view the size piling onto his cock. Hulk's bottom half was mostly concealed by the remains of the compound with dust and rubble strewn across his growing features. The hot green shaft ate up what room was left inside the hall, pressing firmly against the floor, walls and eventually the ceiling, its flaccid bulk causing even more structural damage, testing the limits of the enclosure. The constriction was already arousing Hulk more and the feeling only tightened as his mammoth sac and ripped legs started to push out with more muscle. A flat wall of veiny cock flesh started to emerge through the crumbling roof in front of Hulk. Its soft bulk atop his massive balls was enough to reach up to his hairy waist. Each growth seemed to make the member grow proportionally larger every time, now reaching a size that compared to the entirety of his lower body. From around the compound, a growing throng of people formed, evacuating the building to see the herculean monster. Hulk was left completely oblivious to the crowd, his one-track mind only fixated on sex and size. The outdoors was already an improvement from being inside the cramped cold space of his lab. So much of his green hairy exterior met with sunlight and arid heat, leaving Hulk relaxed and stimulated. Such stimulation however paled in comparison to the embrace the building had over Hulk's room-filling prick. As with each surge of size, Hulk's cock grew more receptive, more aroused, making every foot of his shaft overstimulate from any touch. Blood was quick to rush through his loins, the cramped interior only growing tighter as his cock hardened, stimulating him more, making him more erect, as the cycle continued. All he could do was feel the building work his shaft steadily, until he eventually heard more of the rooftop crumbling below, and finally his eyes could see the deep green head peaking past his monstrous chest.

All Parts Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 8.5 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | It was the weekend, and Jeff had invited me over to his house for lunch. We were hanging on his patio eating burgers. "How've you been feeling working out lately?" Jeff asked. "Good. In the last three weeks I've gained a bit of weight, my energy's up a bit. I don't notice a lot of change visually, but I took a few shirtless selfies to compare to a few weeks from now." I flexed my bicep and a little bump popped up that hadn't been there before. "I'm pretty happy with it!" "Cool, dude. You're moving right along." "So is your wife out of town this weekend again?" I asked. "Man, how long do you think it's been since I got laid?" he countered. I was taken slightly aback. "Um...a week?" I said cautiously. "Try six months from my wife. I don't know...she..." he sighed. "You know what, it's better she's gone. She hated me working out, and I love lifting weights. She hates me hanging out with anyone but her, man or woman." I wasn't sure what to say next. Out came, "Man, I'm sorry to hear that, Jeff." "Ah, don't worry about it. I was numb to it all a year ago, hoping though that something might work out. We'll just have a lot of time to spend working out, living in the gym. And speaking of living...how would you like to move in here with me since I'll have the house empty?" My cock got hard instantly. Like dark red headed painfully hard. "Well, I'll have to think about it, you know." I winked at him. But Jeff knew just how to flip my switches. He reclined back in his chair and put his arms behind his head, flexing his biceps and his bowling pin forearms, letting them explode out all over the place. "OK, take all the time you need." Then he twitched the biceps up and down. "I'll wait right here." The veins were beginning to pulsate with every twitch, growing more and more pronounced. "Just realize it'll be much easier to beast you up if we're together most of the day and night." My cock twitched with every movement of his arms now, stretching past any limit I'd ever know it to have. The mushroom head was turning a deep shade of purple. "Well, its awfully hot out here, I would want you to get heat stroke. Let me help while you wait." And I undid the top button of his shirt, allow a little pec to spill out. "Hey, no, I got this." And he squeezed his pecs and broke two buttons off. Hairless pecs with deep purple nipples billowed out of the ripped shirt like biscuits out of a can. "Let me help you out too, it is hot out here." He reached out with one hand, grabbed the collar of my t-shirt, and tore the entire shirt off of me like wet toilet paper. My much paler torso was completely exposed. I had a good bit more hair than Jeff, with a dusty bunching of it on chest and over my stomach. "Dude, you HAVE been making progress! You've got peclets coming in!" Jeff exclaimed as he put his hands underneath each one. "There's just enough to move around now. And I can see a line forming down the the middle of your stomach. You've got a two-pack!" "Thanks, man. I have noticed the abs etching themselves in, even after just three weeks. The advantage of starting with skinny dude abs, huh?" And before I knew it, Jeff grabbed my left pec with his hand and my right pec with his mouth and sucked. With his other hand he removed the rest of my clothes below the belt with no effort. I moaned in ecstasy as Jeff pumped my nipples, pushing and pulling like a vaccuum cleaner. He bent my arm up, and I could sense that he wanted me to flex, so I flexed my biceps, small as they were, with all my might. He rubbed his hands all over them, then moved down to my back. My gosh, Jeff was worshipping me. Me! As small as I thought I was, but not as small as I had been. He let me push him down on the ground and I rubbed my now free cock, throbbing harder than it every hard in my life, over the corrugation of his stomach. I covered his stomach in cum, each ab looking like an isolated island in a sea of gray saltiness. I slid and down on his abs, feeling the ripples massage my cock.I was gradually moving up Jeff's horizontal body, getting in the cleavage of his pecs, still hard, still shooting. It had become a fairly slippery ride. Jeff's hand moved down to my butt, and he began slowly moving me up. Up toward his mouth. Suddenly a ferocity rose up in me, and I stopped him, bellowing a stern, "NO." He looked up at me through eyes that were sweaty, over cum and sweat covered pecs heavy with panting. He was mostly surprised with a gleam of fear present. I smiled, and said, "I'm going first." Then he smiled as I slid down him and, channeling the viciousness that seemed to be racing through my veins, I pulled his pants and boxers off with my teeth. Jeff laughed and moaned, his surprise turning to anticipation. This was the first time I had ever seen his cock, and I wasn't disappointed. It was hairless, at least 10 inches hard, and dark from the blood pumping into it. He had the same veins that covered him arms present here too. I could tell this was a well used tool, for he hadn't shot his load yet. "Have I ever told you the most fun fact people like about me?" I asked Jeff. "Mmmm...no dude...you havennnnnn't.....mmmm" "I can fit five full hot dogs in buns in my mouth at one time." And with that I pushed his cock gradually into my mouth, inch by inch, chewing, tickling, and sucking as I went. Jeff yelled at first, not a yell of pain or fear, but one of having been touched in a pleasurable way like he never had before. He began to shoot his load, and I sucked it down like a vacuum cleaner as the yells turned to moan of pleasured bliss. It was when I got the balls in there too that he really hit the high point. As I ingested them one at a time, he stopped making noise and began to breath rapidly. Grunts started gurgling out between the breaths and his arms flailed upwardly out of control. His pecs were drenched in sweat at this point. His mouth hung open aimlessly. I got it all in me right up the point where Jeff's dick connected to his hips. By this point I had been sucking and pulling and playing and twisting and chewing for at least 20 minutes. Jeff's eyes had rolled back up in his head and his tongue hung out one side, drool rolling down his chin. I realized that as I continued sucking, his hips were bucking into the hair with each advance I made. He was limp in general, but his dick stayed hard due to the suction coming from my lips. I don't know how much time passed, Jeff was delirious with pleasure, incomprehensible sounds escaping his mouth, which has a subconscious grin pop up from time to time. A gurgling sound from down below made me stop, and I realized nothing more was ejaculating out of Jeff. I had filled my stomach up with Jeff's seed. Probably every drop of it. I lifted myself up from the ground, sloshing as I went. This big belly was something I wasn't used to and made my way to a scale in Jeff's workout room. I weighed 125 when I went in. I was 240 after this! And it was all in the belly. Jeff stirred a bit. "Dude..." he said breathlessly.... "You....you....." and he grinned. "Stay right there, breathless. Rest for a bit, you've had a busy day." I stroked his cheek, and played in his cum covered torso with my finger. "I didn't know you had that in you, dude," Jeff laughed. "Well, you inspired me. What do you think?" and I sloshed my cum belly around. "It's really hot, man. Wait till you see what comes next!" My mind was already rolling with the possibilities.

Va una historia corta para contribuir con las historias en español. Tengo otra pendiente que no sé cuándo retomaré. ---- Después de entrenar Pedro llegó a su casa tras un largo viaje en autobús desde la facultad. Hacía rato que era de noche, habría deseado tener energía para estar un rato en internet, quizá hacer de cenar algo más elaborado que una sopa instantánea y, para variar, hablar un poco con sus amigos, pero estaba tan cansado que ese día seguramente sería igual que el resto de su semana: simplemente pondría una serie en Netflix, comería cualquier cosa y caería rendido en su cama. La diferencia era que al fin era viernes, al otro día no tendría que hacer nada más que descansar y dormir todo el día. Quizá no había sido tan buena idea entrar al equipo de futbol de la facultad. A Pedro siempre le había gustado ver y jugar, era relativamente bueno, pero nunca había estado en un equipo y ya tenía un par de años de que su mayor ejercicio era subir las escaleras de la universidad. Había pensado en entrar al equipo como un modo de hacer ejercicio y hacer amigos, además de que ver a otros deportistas en las duchas tampoco estaba mal. Sin embargo sus expectativas no correspondían por completo con la realidad. Esa semana había empezado un entrenador nuevo y las rutinas que les ponían a hacer eran terribles. Pedro nunca se había ejercitado tanto en su vida, el entrenador los hacía correr kilómetros, hacer cientos de lagartijas y sentadillas, los mandaba al gimnasio a realizar rutinas de dos horas de duración para terminar con otra carrera. Él muy apenas podía completar la mitad de los ejercicios, aun el más experimentado de sus compañeros muy apenas llegaba a realizar todo y el entrenador de todos modos siempre agregaba algo más. Lo extraño es que de futbol había poco en esa rutina. Se habían quejado el segundo día, pero les habían contestado que simplemente era el modo en que él hacía las cosas y sus resultados demostraban su capacidad. Lo cierto es que al final de la semana Pedro ya encontraba cierto placer en ver hasta dónde llegaría cada día. No había hecho ningún avance, pero quizá podría llegar a un poco más en unos meses. Se descalzó y se quitó el jogger y la camiseta que traía, se vio en el espejo. Claramente se notaba su falta de ejercicio, sus piernas no resaltaban mucho, su pecho apenas y sobresalía de su cuerpo y se asomaba una discreta panza en su abdomen. Suspiró y tomó su mochila, abrió el armario y la arrojó dentro sin pensar mucho. Clac. Algo sonó en la mochila. Había olvidado completamente lo que había dentro. El entrenador les había dado a cada uno un frasco con vitaminas y les dijo a todos que tenían que tomar una cada semana empezando ese viernes. Pedro se sirvió un vaso de agua y tomó la pastilla sin pensar mucho en eso. Se dio una ducha rápida, se puso un short y una camiseta vieja y se puso a ver una serie en Netflix. Era un anime que le habían recomendado sobre un tipo muy fuerte que podía derrotar a sus enemigos con una facilidad pasmosa. Era entretenida, pero pronto comenzó a ganarle el cansancio del día. No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que se quedara dormido en el sillón. Tuvo sueños extraños, jugaba futbol en un gran estadio, el solo contra todo el otro equipo. Aun así podía correr más que ninguno, daba balonazos que cruzaban la cancha de punta a punta y anotaba con precisión. Los otros no estaban a su nivel. Él era más alto, más fuerte, más rápido. Despertó con una erección enorme. Se vio los shorts y los vio manchados en donde se levantaba un bulto firme. Hacía años que no tenía un sueño húmedo. Pedro vio la hora. Pasaba ya de mediodía, había dormido más de 16 horas. Definitivamente ese entrenamiento lo había dejado exhausto. Estiró los brazos y se levantó del sillón para cambiarse. Cuando se quitó el short soltó un grito ahogado. ¿Esas eran sus piernas? Eran de al menos el doble del tamaño que la noche anterior. Sin duda eran piernas de un futbolista de años, se notaba cada músculo en ellas, sus pantorrillas eran firmes y sobresalían cada vez que movía un poco cada una. Las sentía fuertes, capaces de correr por horas, de completar cualquier régimen que les pusiera. Se quitó la camiseta y se vio un pecho bien fibrado, muy marcado. En su estómago ya no había rastro de la panza del día anterior, más bien se notaban unos ligeros abdominales. Levantó su brazo y flexionó sus biceps, respondieron al instante, una esfera de músculo bien delineada. Pedro flexionó todo su cuerpo de una vez. Y contempló extasiado las fibras de sus músculos, sintió la sangre recorrer su cuerpo y notó que poseía una gran fuerza y resistencia, sabía que la tenía. Se sujetó el pene con su mano y no pudo evitar masturbarse mientras se veía en el espejo. En un día había avanzado más que cualquier deportista de su universidad, pensó en semejantes y se le vino a la cabeza las fotos de Cristiano Ronaldo flexionando su cuerpo, enseñando su condición de macho. Se vino furiosamente a chorros. Expulsó tres, cuatro, cinco chorros grandes de esperma que terminaron en el suelo. No entendía que había pasado. Se dio una ducha rápida y comenzó a preparar comida. Tenía un hambre bestial, hizo lo que había en la alacena, pero no era mucho, no era suficiente. Mientras cocinaba iba de vez en cuando al espejo y se veía. Decidió pedir también una pizza extra grande, quizá también cenaría eso. Comía un gran plato de pasta cuando pensó en las vitaminas. Era obvio. Qué otra cosa podía ser más que eso. Se levantó y vio el empaque, pero no decía mucho, complejo deportivo, tomar una cápsula a la semana, en caso de efectos secundarios suspender su uso. Quitó la tapa y vio las pastillas, eran pequeñas. Qué podía pasar si tomaba una más, seguro su cuerpo podría resistirlo, agarró una pastilla y se la metió a la boca sin pensarlo más. Esta vez estaría despierto para ver qué pasaba. Se desnudó y se vio ante el espejo. Su pene se puso duro de nuevo, sentía la sangre fluir aun más libremente por su cuerpo. Estaba tan excitado que veía el palpitar de la sangre en su pene. Uno dos uno dos uno dos. La excitación lo dominó cuando vio que crecía con cada palpitar. No mucho, quizá unos milímetros, pero era claro que estaba creciendo. Pero no era lo único. Su pecho parecía palpitar también, inflándose un poco cada vez, sus piernas hacían lo propio poniéndose más y más duras y grandes. Los músculos se distinguian claramente. Pronto ya no necesitó flexionar sus brazos para que se notaran sus biceps y sus triceps. Se veían a simple vista. De un cuerpo de futbolista profesional había pasado al de un culturista amateur. Su pene había crecido quizá un par de centímetros. Tomó una regla y confirmó que ahora medía unos buenos 18 cm de largo. Pedro se masturbó de nuevo contemplando al adonis que estaba frente a él. Los abdominales en su estómago se marcaban sin ningún esfuerzo logrando un six pack que terminaba en unos oblicuos que llevaban luego a su poderosa verga. Habría dado cualquier cosa por estar con alguien así un día antes y ahora él era así. El hambre había vuelto. Fue una fortuna que en ese momento sonara el timbre. Había olvidado la pizza por completo. Se puso un jersey del Real Madrid que ahora marcaba su pecho y le apretaba ligeramente en los brazos y un short limpio que encontró, no se puso nada abajo y se marcaba su bulto en él. Abrió la puerta y se encontró con el repartidor de frente. -Um. Hola- murmuró el repartidor con nervios- traigo su pizza. -Gracias- contestó Pedro notando la reacción que provocó. Le gustó. -S.. s... son 140 pesos... -Sí, tengo el dinero dentro, pasa- dijo. El cuarto olía a semen y a sudor, sin duda a hombre de verdad. -Perdón por el desorden, necesitaba descargarme ya sabes cómo es esto- dijo mientras flexionaba levemente sus brazos. Un bulto de músculo respondió al instante-. Tengo muchísima hambre, creo que me comeré la pizza entera de una sentada. Veía un bulto en los pantalones del repartidor, le había prov,ocado una erección y eso le fascinaba. Sentirse deseado, admirado, sentirse superior. -Creo que te gustó algo que viste- dijo Pedro. El chico solo se puso rojo-. Necesitas comer más, mira cómo podrías estar si te ejercitaras un poco. Se levantó el jersey y mostró sus abdominales. Notó la mirada de deseo del repartidor. -Jaja, claro que necesitarías muchos años para estar así. Tomó el dinero y se lo dio. Tenía hambre y deseos de estar solo un rato más. Quizá más tarde llamaría de vuelta. Se comió la pizza en minutos. Su hambre era demasiada. Cuando terminó se vio al espejo y admiró cómo se marcaba su pecho en el jersey. Flexionó y la tela se estiró algo más para abarcar su brazo. No pudo resistirlo. Fue por el frasco y tomó otras dos pastillas. El efecto esta vez ocurrió más rápido. De nuevo sintió cómo sus venas hacían circular su sangre por cada fibra de su cuerpo. Su pecho se amplió aun más, sus abdominales comenzaron a verse a través de la tela. Un eigth pack rotundo y ,profundo. Sus piernas se hincharon, ocupando todo el espacio que les dejaba el short. Sus pantorrillas eran del tamaño de lo que había sido su brazo esa mañana. Escuchó un ligero protestar de la tela alrededor de sus biceps, eran del tamaño de una toronja grande y seguían creciendo más y más. Notó que sus hombros se separaban para dar espacio a sus músculos, el jersey parecía casi pintado en su cuerpo a esas alturas. Dejaba notar las fibras de su pecho y de sus hombros. Notó también que los shorts antes le llegaban a las rodillas, ahora llegaban a media pierna. Se debía haber estirado unos centímetros. Vio que su cabeza llegaba más arriba del límite del espejo. Debía medir ahora unos buenos 1.85 cm de altura. El bulto que se marcaba en sus shorts era obsceno, se los arrancó y contempló con fascinación unos 21 cm de carne erecta. Su cuerpo parecía el de un culturista experimentado. Cercano quizá a los de algunos instagramers que seguía y que eran celebridades por sus cuerpos y sus actitudes. Levantó el teléfono y pidió más comida. Sabía que volvería el hambre y sabía que seguiría creciendo. Seguro el entrenamiento seguiría dando frutos, pensó mientras tomaba un par de pildoras más.

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Part Fourteen "Goodness me" declared Aramis as he arrived at the start of the run along with Athos, "I've never seen anyone as happy and cheery as you, Roger, are we in a good mood then?" As Roger completed his warm up for the run he replied "The best ever as my dear friend Henri managed to ensure that I would finish this race in first place!" "Yes" said Athos as he looked around, "where is Henri, actually where is Porthos as well? He always likes to see the race!" "Not a clue" replied Roger as he jogged to the start, "although Henri did leave a note saying he was going to have a good time with Porthos today!" *** "Oh, Titan, wakey, wakey, mon amis!" As Porthos opened his eyes, they suddenly snapped open wide. There in front of him was the Ultimate Musketeer, completely naked. As Porthos drank in his size, the Ultimate Musketeer chuckled "Hello there, like what you see?" and with that flexed his abs hard causing Porthos to moan. In all the time he and the Ultimate Musketeer had been lovers, he had never appeared to him naked in the open. He would always start off clothed, then as the love making increased in intensity, he would gradually disrobe, but to see him naked, now, before a single kiss had been planted on him, he would feel his loins girding, but then when he spoke saying "Come, mon amis, we have a long day ahead of us" the bass of his voice went through him and he melted. *** As Roger passed the quarter way stage, he looked behind him and smiled from ear to ear. Charles was a good half mile behind him and starting to fall even further behind. Although it had been a mass start race with the ten remaining contestants, he knew that even if Charles did manage to overtake him, thanks to his friend, he would not be distracted by him and in the first mile Charles had indeed employed the same move rushing to the front and flexing his glutes in an effort to distract Roger, but this time it hadn't worked and now Roger was doing the same to him. As he chuckled, he wondered what torture his friend was involving Porthos in now and smiled thinking "I don't care what he does, not going to affect me today!" *** "I'm sorry?" asked the Ultimate Musketeer, cupping his hand to his ear, "what did you say?" "LET ME GO!" screamed Porthos, but his screams were muffled by the bag over his head which was being drenched by buckets of water thrown over the man's head by the Ultimate Musketeer with such speed it was almost as if he was being hosed. As he concentrated the water at Porthos's nine inch hard cock he added "I wonder how much of this it will take before you cum, eh? How about this?" and with that doubled the speed of the water causing the Titan to grit his teeth underneath the now sodden bag. "Of course" said the Ultimate Musketeer, "the real Titan, Hercules, would have snapped those bonds ages ago. Perhaps we need to up the ante a bit eh?" and with that picked up something that made Porthos's eyes scream in terror *** "Come on Roger" cheered Aramis and Athos as Roger neared the end of the race, "come on, you can do it!" As Roger thrust his chest over the winning line, both men cheered and as they shook his hand they said "The fastest time ever" "Really?" asked Roger, breathing hard "No one has ever completed that thirty mile run in less than four hours" said Aramis "And you've done it in under three hours!" added Athos, "how did you do it?" "Ask Henri!" he replied with a smile *** Porthos's eyes just screamed terror as the Ultimate Musketeer placed a helmet on his head. "Now, now, don't complain" came the reply, "how many times have we imagined this, eh? All I am doing is offering you a once in a lifetime chance to live your dreams, that's all" and with that he connected the helmet to Porthos's nipples and then connected them to his now ten inch cock and his balls. All the while Porthos was pulled on the restraints that were keeping him in a wooden chair, his stream of curses were blocked by the gag across his mouth "Really?" asked the Ultimate Musketeer, as he did the same to himself, "You would think that you would be congratulating me for even being able to do this, but no, it's all curse, curse, curse. Well, we shall soon put a stop to that shan't we?" and with that placed a helmet on his head, sat down next to Porthos and connected helmets to his sword. As he did, he started to moan saying "Well, I'm ready if you are?" to which Porthos pulled even harder on his restraints to which the reply came, "Fine, if that's the way you want it then you can have it!" and taking a deep breath roared "FOR THE HONOUR OF FRANCE!" As the bolt of lighting appeared from nowhere and struck the sword, both men roared. "YEAH!" roared the Ultimate Musketeer, "feel that Porthos? Feel that power! This is what you have dreamed of ever since we met. My mind being transferred into your body and your mind transferred into mine. Oh, fuck, yeah, Porthos, feel it, revel in it, be one with it!" As Porthos gritted his teeth, his naked body glowing with power, he pulled with every ounce of strength he had on the restraints. As his biceps bulged to their maximum size, the Ultimate Musketeer moaned "Yeah, Yeah, Porthos, do it, make yourself more than a Titan!" and as he spoke, his cock started to dribble. Seconds later, Roger charged into the room and gasped at what he was seeing. Instantly he knew what must have happened. When Henri had drained all the fetishes from his mind so that he could concentrate on the race, it must have corrupted him and now he was playing out every single fetish Roger had on the Ultimate Titan. Wrestling the Ultimate Musketeer to the ground, he placed his hands onto the head of the Ultimate Musketeer and gritted his teeth saying "I reclaim what is mine!". A few moments later, a slightly dazed Ultimate Musketeer shook his head and said "Ah, Roger, nice run?" before a gagged scream of "HELP ME!" alerted him to the Titan's agonised situation. Shouting "Thy honour is restored" the bolt disappeared and Porthos's head lulled forward. As Roger ripped the restraints off Porthos, he placed his ear against the Titan's chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still alive, if barely. *** "I'm sorry" said Henri as he paced Roger's room that night and stopped in front of him and Porthos, who aside from a slight headache, had recovered, "I thought I could resist Roger's fantasies, clearly I was wrong" and with that he turned to Roger and said "This means that you are on your own tomorrow, it's the first two back in the swim who qualify for the final part and, well, I can't do anything to help!" As Roger stood up and placed his hands on Henri's shoulder he replied "Yes, there is, mon amis. Cheer, cheer me on and will me to claim one of those places!"

Part Thirteen It was the following evening and Roger, Porthos and Henri were all at Roger's quarters and all doing different things. Roger was lying naked on his bed, his chest heaving, his body covered in sweat and his breathing deep and steady with his stomach muscles appearing and disappearing as he did so being nursed by Porthos who looked on in concern. He had never seen anyone so physically wrecked by the march before and was worried that this man, who he had come to think of more than a new cadet but a friend, was on the verge of dying. Henri was also worried and a he held Roger's wrist again for the fourth time that hour he said "Porthos, count" and as Porthos counted to fifteen, Henri counted each beat of Roger's heart and as Porthos finished, Henri lowered the wrist and looked at the Titan and said "One hundred and sixty four beats per minute, that's a seventeenth more than it should be!" and with that he resumed his pacing of the room saying "That's not possible, this is a man who has exercised every day that God had sent him. He's lifted weights that would make your mind boggle, well, maybe not yours Porthos, but certainly your average man, and yet..." "Please" said Porthos, "tell me that you can help him, mon amis!" "I...I don't know!" replied Henri, "all I can assume is that something happened today during that march that put Roger into this state. If I didn't know any better, I would say it's almost as if Roger was...no, it's a silly idea!" "What, mon amis?" asked Porthos "Roger's in a constant state of orgasm" Henri replied, "but that's impossible!" As Porthos held Roger's hand, he noticed that he was trying to speak and so leant in and could just make out in a whisper something that he felt was the answer and so repeated it to Henri. "Those glutes!" Suddenly, Henri's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed "That's it! Why is he having almost a constant orgasm? Because he has been cumming!" and with that knelt next to Roger, closed his eyes, placed his hands on Roger's temples and said softly "Don't speak, my friend, simply remember, remember today's test!" "What are you doing, mon amis?" asked Porthos "I have found" said Henri, "that I can access some of the Ultimate Musketeer's powers when I am not him and this is one of those occasions where I can put those powers to good use" and with that he took a deep breath. A few moments later, he started to speak, this time sounding just like Roger. "I can do this. Marching with a heavy weight on my back is my perfect cardio session. This will be a doodle. Ready when you are, Captain, and off we go. Excellent, half an hour intervals means that I should be able to catch up with the person who left thirty minutes before me, that means I'll be back in around seven hours. Excellent, give me a chance to have a hot bath and then suck Porthos for the rest of the evening" As Porthos opened his eyes, Henri said "Yes, let's skip that bit shall we?" and as he started to mumble, Porthos closed his own eyes and imagined himself as the Ultimate Titan, ramming his thick fourteen inch cock deep into Roger's muscular glutes. His groin and Roger's glutes pounding against each other, their hearts pounding, their breathing getting more and more rapid, their eyes widening as they... "Ah" declared Henri suddenly, "this sounds interesting" and resumed his commentary "Hang on, is that? There's someone behind me? That's not possible, I think I can catch a glance. Oh, fuck, it's that brute who tied in the horse race with me yesterday. Is he? He is! Oh man, that's not possible, how fast is he marching. Oh, man, look at him, he's bigger than Porthos, and yet, he's not gasping for breath at all. Oh man, I'm going hard. I can feel it. I'm hardening. This Charles man is, oh fuck, he's more powerful than Porthos. Man, I...I can't help myself, I need to feel his power. Oh fuck, look at those glutes, flexing with each step. Oh man, I need to suck him and I need to suck him now!" "Ah" said Henri, as he removed his hands, "I rather think that Roger's sex drive got the better of him and that would certainly back up what I managed to find out as well!" "What does?" asked Porthos as he held Roger's hand encouraging him to relax "I had a little nose around the Cardinal's guards headquarters today" said Henri, much to the shock of Porthos, "don't worry, I was the Ultimate Musketeer so I wasn't going to get caught. Turns out that Charles was never dismissed from the guards and is actually like Roger here, in love with other men. Clearly, they are using him to ensure that Roger is unable to complete the challenges. Well, two can play at that game" and with that he replaced his hands and started saying, almost like a lullaby "Dream, Roger, Dream of everything you would like to do to that man, and let me feel them! Let me feel the ecstasy you feel, the sexual power you feel, what it means to sex with a man who is a literal god" As Porthos held Roger's wrist, he said "His pulse, it's slowing down. Well done, Henri!" However, little did Porthos realise that when Henri next spoke to him, he would be a different man.