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  1. Chapter One is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13112-unit-246/ Chapter Two is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13129-unit-246-chapter-two/ Unit 246 Chapter Three Sergeant Mulligan trembled in anticipation: He wanted to know. He wanted to know how far the lads under his command could grow. He wanted to know what the Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1 would do to a slim and narrow-shouldered civilian, and Unit 246 had brought a test subject for him. To hell with precautions! Why spend valuable time on evaluation of formulas 7.3 and 8.0 when the 8.1 already existed in a prototype state? He wanted to know. The civilian – a protester even – had been given a meal, which he seemed to appreciate. What did the central galactic administration and the multi-corporations think of, when they increased fees and prices on food, and why on earth had they re-routed some of the shipping routes? Even if those mining families had no right to protest in the violent manner they did – we ought to trust the Emperor – they were right on one point: All human beings need food. Well, now the civilian had been given a meal and a nutrition-injection, and Unit 246 had brought him to Lab 5 on Sergeant Mulligans order. Unit 246 had stripped the frightened test subject naked, and fastened the feet and hands of the test subject in the four power sockets. Unlike the updates, managed while the individual unit reclined in a sort of chair, the initial enhancement Procedure demanded another treatment. The chrome-shining power sockets swallowed the test subject's hands and feet entirely, and he stood with his skinny legs broad apart inside the sockets, shaping an X with his arms. Unit 246 was now attaching a hose to the test subject's genitals. The test subject became pale. He looked frightened, and didn't dare to say anything to Sergeant Mulligan or Unit 246. Mulligan was curious: Some of the early recruits had a background in sports, or had good records from earlier military service. The second generation consisted at a ratio of 20% of sons of former Enhanced Special Marine Servicemen, with no former background in the Forces until The Procedure. This test subject was uncharacteristically thin, but the hopes for the 8.1 update aimed at something more extreme than hitherto. Something amazing could be about to happen, opening a wider range of future recruits, unless some unforeseen side effect would kick in. Like the 5.4 upgrade... A short moment of hesitation went by, when Sergeant Mulligan remembered the screams of the deformed monstrosities, that were the result of the discontinued 5.4 upgrade. The scientists must have transcended such obstacles since quite a long time, by now. The scientists still warned against using any formula newer than the 7.2 upgrade, but why take so long time with the prototype formulas? The 7.3 prototype worked well on Unit 246, a few days ago, didn't it? Mulligan wanted to build prototype soldiers. Some day... Some day he wanted to become one of them. He had led these larger-than-life marines in combat so many times, marvelled at their stamina, performance... Self-control... Muscles... Their superior in the command chain, but their inferior when it came to actual capacity. Some day, he wanted to join them. The test subject had been overcome with fright, but now his fear released a string of words: "Don't you see, Bill? It's me! Max! Please, release me from this machine! Don't torture me! I don't know anything about the leaders of the protest. I just joined, because I needed food! I don't know anything! There's no use for torturing me! It's me, Bill! Remember?" "Unit 246, administer the DNA-alering injection to the test subject." "Yes, Sir!" It was done. A muffled cry from the test subject. "Unit 246, administer Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1 to the test subject." "Yes, Sir!" "What was that? Truth serum? But I do not know anything you want to know! Bill?" Unit 246 looked straightforward in a dispassionate and slightly machine-like way. "Unit 246, connect the test subject to mind-program." "Yes, Sir!" The eyes of the test-subject widened. "Leave the chamber, Unit 246!" "Yes, Sir!" Unit 246 towered at the side of Sergeant Mulligan, and watched the chamber. "M.A.I.5! Heat the chamber up!" The Medical Artificial Intelligence answered with its usual metallic voice: "Sergeant Mulligan. Chamber is. Heating up." A familiar humming sound began and increased in volume. "M.A.I.5! Activate the nanites inside the test subject!" "Sergeant Mulligan. Nanites activating. In test subject. Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1. Let me remind you. Sergeant Mulligan. That enhancement formula is. In prototype stage. Caution is adviced." "Caution acknowledged, but overrided. Proceed." "Overriding Prototype Caution Protocol. Proceeding. Safety Protocol activated. Unable to proceed with. Safety Protocol activated." "Deactivate Safety Protocol." "Safety Protocol. Deactivated by. Sergeant Mulligan. Security clearance. L6." "Proceed." "Proceeding. Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1 now identified. And activated. In test-subject, power sockets A. Mind-program running. Concomitantly to. DNA-alteration. And. Nano-facilitated re-building. Hypertrophic power activated. Current now. Twenty millibanners. And increasing." "What's happening to me? What's this? It's..." The faint outlines of the test-subject's muscles were becoming visible. "No! What are you doing? What's happening to my body? Like it's taken over by something not me... Feel sick... Must puke... Sickening feeling... So alien... What the fuck is happening to me?" The metallic voice of M.A.I.5 interrupted: "Nanites fully integrated. And working according preferred prototype enhancement formula. DNA alteration incomplete, but running. Testosterone levels rising." "BILL! You must release me! Something sick is happening! Something..." Unit 246 observed the chamber, without showing any reaction. Sergeant Mulligan observed, fascinated by what he saw. At this early level, it looked fairly similar to what he had observed innumerable times, but the novel aspect of this experiment was, that a typical ectomorph was able to achieve the same level as the more typical mesomorphs used in the past. "Hypertrophic power current. One hundred millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying." The test subject's fear seemed to melt away, but something else was rising. "I said: Release me! You bloody wankers out there, even you, Bill! I trusted you! Now you let me out or I shall... I shall... Yes! O fuck, yes! Bigger now! I will fucking give you a thrashing, with this new strength, if you don't let me out, and let... Fuck! So good! Couldn't have dreamed of..." "Hypertrophic power current. Five hundred millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying. Testosterone increasing. DNA-alteration progress 25%. Nanite activity at 35%. And increasing." "Wait? What are you doing? No! You can't... Can't make me into a hulk-marine! I don't want to become one of them! I'll find you a cure, Bill. I promise! Let me out, so that this... Oh, fuck! So good! So much! You can't change me... Look at these guns! Can't move them now, but anyhow... YES! Look at this bruiser... this brick shithouse... I'll show you when I break free... Let you see some aggro! I'll marmalise you! The power streaming through me... so bloody UNBELIEVABLE!" "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying." "YES! Look at me! The new Uni... No! No, you can't change me! I'm Max, Bill! Remember Max? So big now... Like you, Bill... Becoming like you... So good! So much! So big! So hard! Like a good mari- ... NO! I'm me, I'm not... So fucking massive. I could soon crush this machine if I wanted, but I don't WANT to crush it, since it is so GOOD when it cram me more and more full with this muscle building POWER... No one will mess with me. I'm a loyal... NO! I'M MYSELF! Program me according to your wish, Sarge... NO! So big! Like a good marine! Noooooo!" "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying." Unit 246 didn't show any reaction to the test subjects' ramblings, but Sergeant Mulligan studied the process with deep interest. It was the best enhancement formula he had witnessed. The test subject was now of about the same size as Unit 246, and The Procedure wasn't even half-way. Enormous pecs protruded from the wide chest, and a monstrous – yet functional – trapezius covered his back, thick lats hanging on each sides. Veins covered large areas of the test subject's body. Instruments allowed them to hear the test subject's heart beat. "Hypertrophic power current. Twelve hundred millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying." "I'M MYSEEEEEEELF! Sir! Unit 388 reporting for duty! Please enhance the abilities and capacities of this individual unit, Sir! This individual unit exist for the purpose of enhancing his capacity and use his capacity to the utmost, for the sake of the Galactic Empire. Let me inform you, Sir, that Emotion Access is still activated, and that... Uh! Uhnn! Let me... UH! ...That The Procedure is quite intense. Sir! So good! More, Sir! Give me more!" "Hypertrophic power current. Two thousand millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying. DNA-alteration progress 97%. Nanite activity at 95%. Testosterone level. Rising." Sergeant Mulligan would soon deactivate Emotion Access, but he wanted to observe the next minute or two. The test subject was now bigger than any former or existing Enhanced Special Marine Serviceman. "Yes, Sir! Bulging all over! Every muscle engorged WITH POWER! Could crush anything! For the Emperor and the Empire! This is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for pleasure and this is for fun! Joining my brothers in arms! Defend! Protect! Yes! Increasing!" "Hypertrophic power current. Two thousand five hundred millibanners. And increasing." "Unit 388, deactivate Emotion Access." "Sir! Yes, Sir! Emotion Access deactivated. Proficiency levels increasing, Sir!" "M.A.I.5! Procure Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1. for two further test subjects!" A white cylinder moved away from the antiseptic wall, and the metallic voice returned: "Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1. for two further test subjects procured." "Pick it up, Unit 246." "Yes, sir." He picked them up. Sergeant Mulligan trembled. He was going to show them. He was going to show his superiors the advisability and usefulness of using Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1, despite all the talk about safety precautions over at Research and Development. "Unit 246, administer the DNA-alering injection to me." "Yes, Sir!" "Unit 246, administer Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1 to me and yourself." "Yes, Sir!" "Unit 246, now enter the chamber, together with me. "Yes, Sir!" Sergeant Mulligan was going to show them. He was going to show them the power of the prototype formula. He was going to show them his power. He was going to become the second prototype. * * * Chapter Four is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13146-unit-246-chapter-four/
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  2. Chapter One is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13112-unit-246/ Chapter Three is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13142-unit-246-chapter-three/ Unit 246 Chapter Four Obediently, and without hesitation, Unit 246 fastened Sergeant Mulligan's still bootclad feet in the power sockets. Sergeant Mulligan could feel the army boots on his feet, and the rubber insulation of the sockets clinging to his calves. The dim light inside the chamber was reflected in the chromed exterior of the sockets, and Mulligan's camo trousers still covered his lower body. His upper body was naked, sweat glistening, since Mulligan perspired, under the influence of anticipation and excitement. Unit 388 endured his own Procedure in silence, since Emotion Access was deactivated, and Unit 388 was still growing more and more into an icon of impossible and intimidating masculinity. Unit 246 continued to fasten Sergeant Mulligan's hands in the two power sockets wide overhead, forcing Mulligan to form an X. It was now impossible for Sergeant Mulligan to leave the contraption, and he was forced to keep the slightly uncomfortable assumed X-position. Unit 246 loomed over him, a monument of protective muscular strength ready to explode into action. "Connect me to mind-program." When Unit 246 applied the electrodes to his shaved temples, Sergeant Mulligan shivered, and he could sense the low-intense murmur of the preparatory mind-programming running in his brain. "It is good, Unit 246. Now proceed to recline in the usual chair for updates, connect yourself to mind-program, and await update." Unit 246 obeyed his order. It felt like a lump in his throat, and Sergeant Mulligan swallowed. A hint of fear lightly brushed his conscious mind, and then faded away. A delightful trepidation awoke in his guts, and expanded into his chest. Then he gave the order: "Medical Artificial Intelligence 5, activate and run update on Unit 246. Activate power socket B." The metallic voice answered, devoid of any personality: "Activating power socket B." His body felt like it was humming, and he became pleasantly warm. "Activate the nanites inside the test subject!" "Sergeant Mulligan. Nanites activating. In test subject. Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1. Let me remind you. Sergeant Mulligan. That enhancement formula is. In prototype stage. Caution is adviced." "Caution acknowledged, but overrided in socket B and update station. Proceed." "Overriding Prototype Caution Protocol in socket B and update station. Proceeding. Safety Protocol activated. Unable to proceed with. Safety Protocol activated." "Deactivate Safety Protocol in socket B and update station." "Safety Protocol. Deactivated. In socket B and update station. By. Sergeant Mulligan. Security clearance. L6." "Proceed." "Proceeding. Prototype Enhancement formula 8.1 now identified. And activated. In test-subject, power sockets B. And at update station. Mind-program running. Concomitantly to. DNA-alteration. And. Nano-facilitated re-building. Hypertrophic power activated. Current now. Twenty millibanners. And increasing." Now, Sergeant Mulligan understood, why some test subjects used to express fear and nausea in the beginning of The Procedure. A temporary feeling of alienation to his own body spread, but, unlike usual test subjects, Sergeant Mulligan knew what to expect, and his eager thirst for strength quickly subdued the fear. He had looked forward to this. Soon, the strength of the most proficient armed unit of the entire galaxy would circulate in his veins. Soon, his average physical frame would turn into an unstoppable steel-hard titan. Soon, he would become like his subordinates, who for so long had been his physical superiors. He trembled again, and felt how his body was trapped in the contraption, unable to escape if anything, against all probability, would go wrong. Warm. Felt warm now. Comfortably warm. And relaxed. He swallowed again. His muscles began to ache in a non-painful, even pleasant way. It was really happening! With Unit 388 growing and transforming at socket A right before him, and Unit 246 growing and transforming at the update station to his right. Growing together with his subordinates. Growing with the lads. Growing with the hulk marines – where-ever did the civilians pick that nickname up? Growing together with his brothers in arms. Becoming. Uh! Uhnnnn! Becoming. Oh, fuck, yes! Becoming more than human! "Nanites fully integrated. And working according preferred prototype enhancement formula. DNA alteration incomplete, but running. Testosterone levels rising. Hypertrophic power current. One hundred millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying." "M.A.I.5! Increase and intensify!" "Increasing. Intensifying." Oh, fuck, yes! It was happening! It was happening, now! His old daydream... becoming true... joining his men! So unbelievably good! He took pride in acting calmly and making well-considered decisions even in extreme situations, but he had never been able to compete with the disimpassioned resolve of the Enhanced Special Marine Servicemen under his command, and he craved that level of serenity and will-force. He could already feel the impact of the mind-control, and he took the feeling in. Drank of it eagerly. Cherished it. Embraced it. But there was something he missed? Under these circumstances, he wouldn't always be able to give Medical Artificial Intelligence 5 the necessary orders to increase and intensify the process, when needed. Better let the Artificial Intelligence handle that. "M.A.I.5! Continue to increase and intensify all parameters and levels continuously, until I give you an express order to terminate this. The order apply to all sockets and update stations." "Sergeant Mulligan. Security clearance. L6. Has given. Permitted order to. Increase and. Intensify. All sockets and update stations. Continuously. Will not terminate, until given permitted order by. Sergeant Mulligan. Security clearance. L6." "Good." "Hypertrophic power current. Twelve hundred millibanners. And increasing. Mind-program. Intensifying." He could hear the breathing of Unit 388 and Unit 246 increase, when The Procedure intensified, and he could watch Unit 388 grow to incomprehensible levels of muscular strength. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying." He could feel himself becoming taller, and he could feel his army boots disintegrating inside the power sockets. His quads and hamstrings forced themselves out from his camo trousers, ripping them apart. Tatters of camo-patterned fabric laid scattered around his station. With these legs, he could lift mountains. Yes! He was becoming a super-soldier! Yes! Change me! Brutally force me to become more! Make me a hulk-marine for the Empire! Heroic proportions! Monstrous proportions! His abs turned into a set of pétanque-boules hard as steel. It felt unbelievable. His pecs grow into godlike proportions. His shoulders broadened. His traps... Oh God! His traps! The power was so overwhelming now, and the mind-program was like a wave drowning his individual mid, tearing his soul apart in a all-consuming feeling of rage, lust and ultra-masculinity. The individual unit roared in bliss, power and ecstacy. The individual unit grew... "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Two thousand seven hundred millibanner. And increasing." The individual unit grew and it felt how it increased its capacities further. Unit 389 floated in a sea of stimulating power, and it could feel its strength increase. More. More. Without end. It liked how its strength increased more, more and without end, but it noticed, that Emotion Access was enabled, and the intensity of The Procedure could be difficult to handle at these levels. With Emotion Access enabled, it was hard to concentrate enough to call the attention of any superior officer. Hard. To concentrate. So good. So hard! His capacity! Sky rocketing! His brothers. In arms. Growing too. Big. Brothers. Together. Mighty. Tough. Brawny. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Three thousand three hundred millibanner. And increasing." Unit 389 was dimly aware of the warm, hard, growing presence of his brothers. Growing. But it was not aware of anything else in its surroundings. Empowerment. It was stronger now. Stronger than any man in the Galaxy. Except his two brothers. Unit 246. And Unit 388. Here. Present. Undergoing extreme hypertrophy and hyperplasia together. Undergoing DNA alteration together. Joining his brothers in size and strength. Together. Bigger. Could crush mountains. Couldn't remember any time in the past, when it could not crush mountains. It had no past. Unit 389 felt how it was being born in this very minute. Born to inherit Power, Brawn and Might. With his brothers. To fight in combat with his brothers. Bravely. To defend. To protect. And to be an Enhanced Special Marine Serviceman. Hulk-marine. The civilians said. Yeah! Look at these hulk-marines! Look at this hulk-marine! Seven foot, two inches. And growing. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Four thousand one hundred millibanner. And increasing." It wanted to crush asteroids. It was a steel monument. A steel monument dedicated to ultra-masculinity. And strength. And willingness to put oneself in danger's way. To protect. To defend. No, a monument of chromium! A monument of titanium! A monument of tungsten! It felt like its bodily presence expanded in all directions, all its muscles engorged to an insane level – feeling like planet-sized muscles – veins spreading all over him. It wasn't sure if it roared. It wasn't sure about anything outside the intense experience of re-programming its mind and re-programming its physique. Reprogramming. In order to defend and protect. The hypertrophic power streaming into its defenceless and unprotected body was beginning to feel hard to bear. Too much. Perhaps better terminate The Procedure. "M.A.I.5! Terminate Procedure at all stations!" "Negative. Test subject identified as Unit 389. Will not terminate, until given permitted order by. Sergeant Mulligan. Security clearance. L6." Unit 389 felt slightly confused. Something wasn't aright, but his confusion was drowned in the feeling of further empowerment. It was almost too much. Almost. But it also felt pleasurable beyond description. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Eight thousand six hundred millibanner. And increasing. All test subjects now reaching. Height eight feet. And increasing." His brothers began to roar and moan now, despite that their Emotion Access was disabled. He roared, too. And moaned. Sinking deeply into the rapture of growth. Of becoming. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Ten thousand one hundred millibanner. And increasing." An alarm went off somewhere, but it didn't matter. Something broke. He didn't know what. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was, that the Artificial Intelligence continued to increase and intensify all parameters and levels continuously. He wanted it. He craved it. He eagerly embraced the full effect. "All parameters and levels increasing and intensifying. Hypertrophic Power. Twelve thousand three hundred millibanner. And increasing." He didn't know for how long time The Procedure continued. Unit 389 was unable to terminate it, but it didn't matter. There was no such thing as too much. There was only the rapture of muscular empowerment without limits. Without any limits at all. Without any limits of brawn. Without any limits... Unit 389 increased his capacity. For the Empire. And the Emperor. And his brothers in arms. Stronger. Becoming a power-being. Becoming a nuclear explosion. Becoming indomitable. Becoming invincible. Becoming... * * * Chapter Five is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13150-unit-246-chapter-five/
    4 points
  3. Chuck Carter had been to over twenty bodybuilding shows. Most of those he’d attended with the use of his superpower. Some of them he’d attended without the use of his power, but had then used it during the show to have some extra fun. During some of the shows Chuck had gone backstage, enabling him to get close to the thing that turned him on more than anything else in the world; huge, shredded, competition conditioned muscle freaks in tiny, colourful posing trunks. In moments where he was feeling particularly adventurous, he’d even managed to get on stage with some of the freaks at certain competitions. He’d been to the world biggest bodybuilding competitions and seen the most monstrous freaks in the business. But no show was more exciting, more fun, or more unpredictable than the bodybuilding competition at the Annual Superpower Games. He’d been to the show three years running with his boyfriend Timmy, who was just as equally turned on by otherworldly muscle as Chuck was. This year’s event, though, was a show of many firsts. It was the first time Chuck had sat in the audience alone, and it was the first time Timmy would experience what it felt like to be on a bodybuilding stage. Finals was under way, and the bodybuilders were coming out one by one to perform their posing routines. The Amazing Abs Man had wowed everyone with his crazy, beautiful midsection, The Human Road Map had entertained the crowd by demonstrating his crazy superpower mid-routine, and Bicycle Pump Boy had torn up the stage displaying the most outrageously cocky attitude conceivable. But there was one particular bodybuilder Chuck was looking forward to seeing more than the rest. “Our next competitor has changed his stage name,” the show’s commentator mysteriously announced. “The bodybuilder formerly known as Jackson Potter will now be known as Mikey M.” Chuck’s stomach filled with excitement at the announcement of the next competitor, while the crowd had erupted with cheers. He was curious as to the sudden change of name though. Maybe it was because another certain Jackson, the one and only Jackson James Jones, had made a last minute surprise entry into the competition. Bracing himself for the entrance of the obscenely monstrous muscle freak he’d followed into the pump room that morning, Chuck’s heart got caught in this throat when a perfectly ordinary sized, slim built man in a pair of the most magnificent, shiny pink posing trunks rather sheepishly strolled out instead. The whole audience seemed to simultaneously cry out gasps, followed by muttering and whispering, which grew louder and louder as the non-muscular, bronzed competition covered man walked to the front of the stage. It was undoubtedly the same guy he’d seen before. His cute, slightly goofy looking face was the same, but he was no longer a 320 pound muscle monster. As the posing music started, a nervous looking Mikey nee Jackson Potter, lifted up both of his arms into a front double bicep pose. The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers at the sight of the ordinary sized man flexing on stage. Where not long before sat two enormous balls of bronzed muscle bulging off the young man’s upper arms, were two limp, slightly risen mounds of muscle of a man who looked like he’d barely set foot in a gym in his entire life. The crowd reaction seemed to ease Mikey’s nerves a little, and a hint of a grin began to emerge. Meanwhile, Chuck couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He had no idea what was unfolding, but it was both completely bonkers, and hugely entertaining. He was also uncontrollably smirking at the sight of those insanely hot, shiny pink posing trunks. The bulge of which was already covered in Mikey’s bronzed competition tan, where it had rubbed against his inner thigh, in the most gloriously mucky fashion. Mikey continued to hit a few more poses, including a comical crab most muscular. This seemed to ignite something in Mikey, who was now smiling broadly, and clearly enjoying the brilliant audience reaction. He hit another crab most muscular, this time with his face contorted into an arrogant scrunch, making the whole scene even more comical. Mikey then put his hands on his hips, looked down at his own physique, shook his head and animatedly wagged his right index finger at the audience as if to say, “Nope…this won’t do.” As Mikey lifted his right arm up so it was level with his shoulder blades, and then did the same with his left, Chuck braced himself for the hugely endearing non-muscular lad on stage to crank out another comical crab most muscular. But something else happened instead. Every single one of Mikey’s body parts erupted, expanded and grew until Chuck, and the rest of the audience were, once again, staring at a 300 pound, excessively sized, indecently shredded muscle bull. Everyone gasped and cheered as the now monstrous Mikey bought both of his arms down, and cranked into a brutal crab most muscular. His mouth wide open, and the loudest and cockiest growl filling up the theatre. It was the most bonkers, most amazing and immensely horny thing Chuck had ever witnessed at any bodybuilding show he’d attended. It was also the greatest superpower he’d seen in action yet. What followed was the most entertaining posing routine Chuck had ever sat through. Clearly spawned on by the audience, the newly transformed 300 pound muscle monster version of Mikey stomped and strutted his way around the stage, pulling some of the most animated, playful and cockiest facial expressions of any bodybuilder Chuck had known. He’d literally never seen a bodybuilder having more fun on stage. The audience went absolutely nuts as Mikey wobbled his crazily detailed quads, wiggled his enormous sized bottom, cheekily jigged along to his posing music and stomped from side to side, pointing at different corners of the crowd before cranking out the most obscene most musculars. Some of which Mikey hit with his mouth arrogantly wide open, some with his face scrunched up and his tongue sticking out, some with manic, crazy head wobbles, and others whilst indulging in various other over the top cocky moves and facial expressions. Mikey even jumped into the audience at one point and started flexing amongst the regular, non muscle freaks who were gawping and cheering at his magnificent display of incredibly cocky muscle posing. But Chuck’s favourite moment came when Mikey shamelessly squatted down, and tucked the back of his mucky tan stained posing trunks right into the crack of his gigantic sized rump, so that they were completely gobbled up by his big greedy glutes. He may not have been the biggest bodybuilder in the competition, but there was no mistake; Mikey, the man who had the power to transform his slim built, perfectly ordinary body into a hulking mass of God-like muscle was the absolute star of this year’s show. As Mikey finally departed the stage (he stopped three times to crank out three massive crab most musculars accompanied by with loud grunts, growls and shouts on his way backstage), Chuck, along with the rest of the audience, sat in complete awe and amazement at what they’d just seen. It had been the greatest five minutes of any bodybuilding show Chuck had ever sat through, and as he waited for the next competitor to emerge, his whole body was tingling with a euphoric happiness at one thought only; how much fun his boyfriend Timmy must be having right at this very moment.
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  4. Previous 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 | Part 11.5 | Part 12 | Part 13 ==================================================== Author’s PSA: If you’d like to be a part of this story as the cast expands, let me know, I’m happy to work you in! Let me know what you might like to do, be, etc. I take requests, no promise that I can do all of them. ==================================================== It was 5am. Tom and I would head to the gym at 6:30. I was awake and getting ready. I texted Jeff. >>> Dude. You awake? <<< Yeah, stud. What’s up? >>> Soooo...took your advice and got actually a couple of hook ups… <<< Yeah? How’d it go? >>> Well, good I think. My ex girlfriend swallowed a load from me, then we had sex for an hour later. I think she gained 15 lbs of muscle. <<< How large was the load she swallowed? >>> Not large. She caught it in the air like a trick lol <<< LOL! That would have been something to see! How about after? >>> I unloaded a lot into her during intercourse. It was constant for an hour. And I could have kept going but I stopped when she looked exhausted. <<< Bryce, you are relentless, boy! :-) Can’t wait to have you back here lol. >>> LOL! Just don’t make my cock bigger. I already have trouble with the thing now. Good trouble, but still trouble. You should have seen her face when she saw it. <<< Oh, I bet. >>> Odd thing...she pretty much went into extended orgasms without even touching me when she saw my body. <<< Oh? Interesting…although you do have possibly one of the hottest builds around now. That’s a good bit of beef you carry for your height. >>> Yeah, it was odd...and really rather hot too, honestly. And then my best friend, guy who’s like a brother to me, came onto me too. <<< Any orgasming there? >>> Only the one I gave him jacking him off. He didn’t get any of my cum in him, so no growth for him there...but… <<< But? >>> I’m going to make him a shake this morning. And I’m going to lace it with my cum. <<< That’s GENIUS, Bryce! It’s right in line with what I’m thinking about, to see how we can grow others. It looks like getting my cum inside you at this volume has caused a chemical reaction…. Jeff got seriously into science chemistry bro mode, and I scrolled past it all at this point. <<< ...and now you can grow others with your cum too! Spectacular! >>> So hey, just wanted to let you know how things went, and what I’m going to do next. <<< You miss me, Bryce? WIth all that hooking up going on, lol! >>> I miss your pecs squeezing my cock and milking me. Your biceps swelling in my grip, the veins causing indentions in my fingers and palms. I miss rubbing my penis up the valleys in your abs and letting my cum pool around each one. But no, I don’t miss you...just your muscles lol. <<< LOL! I’ll take that :-) Later stud! ====================================== Tom came out of his room into the kitchen at 5:45 in only his gym shorts. In the morning light I could see better that he had really taken to working his body into far better shape than it had ever been in. I remember when he and I would talk about muscles and bodybuilders when we were younger, and we both thought he would be the one with bigger muscles. Funny how that turned out. At least for now. I passed him a 24 oz. shake I had made for him before his workout. “Drink this up. We’ll see how the supplementation works I put in. If you like it, I’ll get you some more.” “Cool, bro. What’s it cost?” “Nothing for you, Tom.” “Awesome, Bry! What’s in it? “It’s the regular smoothie you drink with your preworkout energy booster you like. I added in a supplement, it’s all natural.” He was already drinking. “Tastes good. I can’t tell any difference from normal in the taste or texture.” “Here’s to good things progress,” I winked to him. He gulped the entire thing down. Tom always could scarf food and drink like it was going to be taken from him any second. The shake finished off, Tom slapped the empty glass on the counter. “Man, that was good. It feels a little heavy.” And he rubbed his stomach, which looked slightly more full than a moment ago. “Great! That means it’s working!” I said cheerfully as his stomach puffed up just a little bit more. “Okay,” he said somewhat skeptically, as he rubbed his stomach again. His abs were still firmly in place, but there was a bit more belly bulge and his waist had grown maybe an inch or two since ingesting the shake. “Hey man, trust me. Where do think these bad boys came from?” as I crunched my abs into view. Tom’s cock leapt to attention. “Y...yeah. Okay. Let’s get going then!” We got in Tom’s car, and he took his usual spot in the driver’s seat. “Shit, dude, this stuff is bloating me like a rotting pig!” he laughed as he had to push his driver’s seat back. “HA! Then that means it’s REALLY working!” I thought I’d prepare him for what was going to take place. “You work out in the full gear you have on today?” “Yeah, man. I don’t show it off at the gym, too many other guys and gals there can show off more.” “Well, you will today. Lose the shirt.” I laughed. “Lose it NOW!” He looked at me with a squint of his eye. “Lose it NOW or I’ll take it off you. And you know I can do it.” I grinned, and I watched his cock spring up in his shorts even more than before. “Alright, alright, man. Why so determined?” he joked as he pulled his shirt over his head, bring his tight little delts into full view. “Because the program we start today you’ll want to see the results of as you go.” And then I began to hear that familiar, lovely gurgling from within Tom. “This is going to be FUN!”
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  5. 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.
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  6. Chapter One "Oh, you were able to come!" As Roger gave Henry the biggest hug ever recorded in history, his friend gasped "I'm not the Ultimate Musketeer" and as Roger let go he chuckled "Although I could be if you wanted me to!" "We'll save that for the masses!" smiled Roger and with that opened the doors to the SUV and as Henry and Roger piled in all the materials they would need for the Olympia, they jumped in and pointed in the direction of Las Vegas and said in unison "Olympia, HO!" and with that Roger gunned the engine and they were off *** "Your destination is 809 miles away" announced the sat nav as they left Fort Collins "and will take eleven hours and thirty five minutes!" "Wow!" exclaimed Henry, "you do realise that's the same as travelling from where I live to Aberdeen and about two thirds of the way back again. You were right when you said that America was a large country!" "A large country" smiled Roger, "with large men heading to a contest with even larger men!" and with that they both laughed before Roger said "So, how was the flight?" "Flight?" asked Henry, "what flight?" "The flight from the UK to here!" replied Roger "Really?" asked Henry raising an eyebrow, "why on earth would I want to waste money on a flight?" "You never!" gasped Roger to which Henry replied with a chuckle "I did" and with that stated his journey. "I left my home at midnight today" he started, "remembering of course that I'm seven hours ahead of you. I had my luggage with me and so wheeled it down to the beach where I live. Then, and considering it was now a quarter past midnight, I went to the beach hut I have and there I..." "Oh fuck!" moaned Roger, "you did, didn't you?" "...became the Ultimate Musketeer!" added Henry and as he did Roger roared "Oh, fuck, yeah. Go on, tell me what you did!" "Well, after wrapping the luggage onto my back, I dived into the Irish Sea and headed due south west until I got to the Azores a little after three in the morning my time!" "Oh fuck!" moaned Roger, "how fast were you going?" "I'm not sure, but give me a moment" and as he consulted his tablet he replied "About three times faster than an aeroplane, but then I always like to go full throttle when I start!" "And then where?" moaned Roger "Well, I took a right hand turn and headed towards the United States. I think I arrived in, oh, now what was it called?" and with that he looked at the map and said "Ah, yes, here we are, Beverly Beach in Maryland, and that was just about sunrise" "You swum the Atlantic in a little over twelve hours?" gasped Roger "Give or take, yes!" "Oh man, your heart must have been pumping!" "Two hundred and forty beats per minute" said Henry, "about the same as a brisk jog. And from there I ran all the way here" "How long?" moaned Roger, "or should I stop the car now and cum?" "Let's see" came the reply, "I arrived in Maryland at around seven in the morning eastern, so that's five in the morning mountain, we'd agreed to pick me up from the airport at eleven mountain so five hours!" As Roger moaned, he pulled the car over and started scrabbling for something. Pulling out what looked like a drinks bottle, he pulled out his eleven inch cock, thrust it into the bottle and moaned "Speed?" "Three hundred and thirty nine miles per hour" came the reply, "a little under half the speed of sound!" "OOOOOOHHHHHH, FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" screamed Roger as he came into the bottle and as he orgasmed panted, "Tell Adam, the next time he visits, take the aeroplane. I don't think I'll be able to stand too many of his go it alone journeys!" "Hear that, Adam" said Henry tapping his head, "on the return journey we book a plane" to which Adam grumped in reply "That's not fair, you know I wanted to swim through the Panama Canal!"
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  7. Primera historia que posteo en español espero que la disfruten. Si quieren que la siga por favor muestren su apoyo Hace mucho tiempo que estoy enamorado de mi compañero de clase heterosexual, pero no fue hasta hace unos días que decidí tomar cartas en el asunto. Joaquín es de los deportistas del colegio, juega un juego famoso aca llamado Rugby. Muchos lo deben conocer por sus jugadores fornidos y masculinos y él no era la excepción. Aunque no tan grande como los de la televisión, Joaquin a sus dieciséis años ya medía un metro noventa y sus músculos empezaban a notarse. Tenía unos ojos negros impresionantes que combinaban con su pelo y el tono oscuro de su piel latina. Joaquín y yo nunca fuimos amigos cercanos, aunque algunas raras veces vino a mi casa. Pertenecemos a mundos diferentes, él era deportista y yo todo lo contrario. Aunque solo tenía quince mi cuerpo estaba fuera del promedio. Conocía que eran los bíceps y abdominales solo por verlos en otros hombres pero por mi parte nunca los tuve. Media un metro ochenta ,y aunque no era bajo, me mantenía en el promedio. Mi pelo era marrón y mis ojos verdes, pero lo que más destacaba de mi era mi casi inexistente pene de dos cm y mi culo mas que prominente, monstruoso. Fue hace unos días buscando por internet porno, una pagina de publicidad se me abrio. “Pócimas para el amor y la vida Avenida libertador 386” Fue en ese momento cuando decidí en ir a investigar. Un dia despues de clases me desvie un poco de mi ruta normal para ir a mi casa. Mientras caminaba recordé el incidente que había tenido devuelta hoy en el vestuario. Las risas de mis compañeros al ver mi paquete desnudo se había hecho costumbre, junto con los golpes y empujones que siempre lo acompañaban. Javier era el q mas me molestaba. De casi un metro noventa y ocho y un cuerpo bien tallado yo siempre era su presa. Todo se calmaba cuando llegaba Joaquín a separarnos. Cuando me conecte otra vez con la realidad me dí cuenta de que había llegado. El negocio en cuestión consiste en una puerta muy chiquita y cero ventanas. Empuje la puerta para encontrarme en una habitación circular con aspecto muy lúgubre. Estantes de lo que parecían ser líquidos de colores se encontraban a lo largo de las paredes. En el centro una mesa redonda se erguía y en la cima una bola de cristal con una campanita de hotel al lado. Toque la campana y me senté a esperar en uno de los cojines de la mesa. “Ya lo atiendo” gritó una señora que a juzgar por su voz cargaba muchos años de vida. Una puerta q se encontraba detrás mío se abrió y de ella salió una mujer de por lo menos ochenta años vestida con una túnica negra hasta el piso y unos collares con gemas que parecían antiquísimos. -¿Qué es lo q desea?- -Necesito una poción para volver gay a mi amigo heterosexual- -JAJAJAJAJAJAJA- Rió la vieja mujer - eso es lo que todos los homosexuales de tu edad quieren. Ven, toma, pon tu mano encima de ls esfera primero veamos tu destino- Hice lo q la mujer pidió incrédulo y por dentro de la espera un humo empezó a salir. Ahí es cuando lo vi todo. Yo era alto y estaba jugando al rugby con Joaquín. Mis músculos se notaban a través de mi uniforme transpirado. Era heterosexual y tenía una novia. Pero de repente pusieron la decisión de ser capitán del equipo entre Joaquín y yo. Joaquín sabia que yo ganaría entonces vino a la misma bruja que yo y le compró dos pócimas. Una para que yo y el resto de personas no se den cuenta de mi cambio y otra para volverme lo que soy un estúpido, débil y sumiso pasivo quien nadie recuerda quien era antes. Cerré mis ojos y los volvi a abrir, no creyéndome los flashes de memoria que recien habia experimentado. -¡El me lo robo todo solo por ser capitán!- grité mientras mi percepción de mi compañero cambiaba. Me sentía frustrado y dolido, especialmente defraudado. - Es verdad, pero estas en suerte querido porque con la poca plata que poseía tu Ex amigo no llegó a comprar el seguro. Por un módico precio te puedo vender la poción para convertirte en un viril activo y la pocion para convertirlo a el en un pasivo y si quieres tambien te regalo una para enamorarlo. La única que te saldría cara seria la que utilizarias para que nadie se de cuenta de los cambios.- Me quedé unos segundos absorbiendo toda la información y contesté. -Me llevo todas menos la del olvido, no la voy a necesitar- Una sonrisa se marcó en los labios de la mujer al entregarme las pocimas y la sonrisa suya se me contagió a mi. “Cambio de planes”
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  8. Chapter Two "You've been very quiet of late" asked Roger as they continued their journey, "you've not said much of a word since we passed the turning for Mead" "Yes, sorry about that!" replied Henry, "doing a little proof reading!" "Oh" replied Roger with a smile, "the latest adventures of the Ultimate Musketeer, eh? What's he been up to now? No, don't tell me? He's made Porthos into a mega man, nine feet tall, seven hundred pounds of beefy muscle!" "No" smiled Henry in reply, "but I'll let Adam file that under "things to do before Christmas", no, it's your autobiography!" "My what?" asked Roger, surprised "I've ghost written your autobiography for you!" came the reply "But, you can't have done!" replied Roger, "I mean, you don't know what I've done with my life?" "Is that a challenge?" chuckled Henry and asked "Okay then, what happened when you met that Icelander then?" "You know full well what happened" came the stern reply "I beg to differ!" smiled Henry and with that read from his tablet "The day that I met Jurgen was the day I knew what to do with my life. There I was, a fairly unassuming, but strong for my age, man training hard in the gym for the football team. I had just completed a new personal best on the bench, 220lbs, when I noticed a man only slightly younger than me gesture to use the bench. I gave the bench a wipedown and was about to say "Would you like me to lessen the weight?" when he lay down and managed to pump out thirty reps as if it was nothing. As he racked the weight, I stared at him in disbelief and had to shake myself to when I realised he was saying something. That something was "More" "Yes" said Roger, wearily, "I remember all this only to well, Jurgen managed to bench up to 700lbs before he reached failure, waddled into the showers, I met him, we fell in love and..." "The moment our lips touched, it was like electricity. My heart started pounding like a drum, my breathing quickened, my cock hardened. I knew instantly this was love and as we smothered ourselves covered in the hot soapy water, I wished that this experience would never end" "But it did, as then walked in..." started Roger but was stopped by... "Half an hour later, we had cum so many times that we had clogged the drains, but as our seed flooded into the drains, we panted "I love you" and from that moment, we became partners and married six months later!" "We did?" asked Roger, unable to believe what he had heard "That's right" replied Henry, "yours was the first gay marriage ever to held in the United States, of course it was done through a church that the government recognised but didn't adhere to US rules and you were not formally married until that Supreme Court case in, oh, whenever it was, but you were indeed married!" "Then where Jurgen now?" asked Roger and as he did the phone rang and an Icelandic voice said "Hey, Roger, it's Jurgen. Sorry I can't be there at the Olympia this year, they've scheduled the Icelandic elections for that same weekend. Best of luck in the defence of your title and looking forward to meeting with you again!" "Jurgen is now the Minister of State in the Icelandic government for same sex marriages, appointed to the post in 2014, and moved there when after the Icelandic banks collapsed there was a call for fresh blood" replied Henry and then as he looked at Roger's blank face said "Oh, you mean I didn't tell you? Oh dear, I am sorry, memory like sieve sometimes. When your son made the room spin that night you were made a Musketeer, he didn't just remove the review by the Cardinal, but everytime something went wrong in your life he made it go right. That's why you and Jurgen are husband and husband and you're as big as you are!" "Oh, man" moaned Roger, and asked "Can I ask, does that book cover the time when I...?" "Tore your pec attempting a 400lb bench for charity?" chuckled Henry, "it most certainly does" and for the rest of the journey through Colorado, Roger discovered that he was now one of, if not the, premier bodybuilders, powerlifters, Olympic weightlifters and strongmen in the world.
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  9. A q. Im happy Mike listened to the guy and had so much fun onn stage. I do love how Chuck is so happy for his bf and how he is having a great time too. Now Who will Tommy be?...
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  10. Sorry for the really long delay on this! I've been meaning to add a chapter, but I haven't had a good opportunity to get something written. But since I'm traveling and have a large chunk of time, I figure it's time I add another chapter. Hopefully, it's enough to make up for the wait. The Source Chapter 5 - Another Taste By MysteriousMist Under normal circumstances, Jeff would be elated. Here he was, in the arms of the largest man to grace the planet. What's more, that man is Matt, his best friend (and maybe more). Days ago, he would've given anything to have Matt like this, his powerful form charging through the streets, arms wrapped tight around him, every step capable of shaking the ground underneath. For a moment, he's lost in the sheer power that Matt possesses. As he clenched his hands tight to Matt's body, he could feel his shoulder press out with every step. How big was Matt now? After his first encounter with the Source, he had grew into a 400 pound behemoth. Now, 400 pounds would be puny in comparison. One of his thick, bulging arms could knock a man around around like it's nothing. His shoulders left more and more room to hold onto, the web of veins spreading further along his limbs. A little while ago, Matt held the two of them a couple of feet from the ground. Now, Matt's tall enough that the ground's gotten further away, new height helping to accentuate his thick frame. And with every pounding footstep, Matt's bigger, more potent. Hell, despite his previous load, his cock's still out and exposed, completely hard in front of them and leaving a trail of pre behind. Was his weight best measured in tons now? And was his feet-long shaft ready for more? Through it all, Jeff couldn't forget own growth. While his spurt hasn't been as intense as Matt's, there's no doubt that he's still growing. His body used to bounce and smack into Matt's arms with each step, sending a shiver of pain through his frame. Now, he's clinging on tight, his body not even feeling a sting as Matt dashes through the streets, moving fast enough that people can't catch more than a glance at him. Under normal circumstances, it would all be a dream come true. But now, there was too much he didn't know. Why the hell did Matt go wild like that? And why was he able to stop that rampage? Just what did the Source do to the two of them? "Slow down, slow down, you're squeezing me too tight!" Matt tilted his head down towards the smaller man, arm pulling him tight against his pumped pec. He gave a small nod and shoots down a side alley, straining his thick neck to look at the little guy clinging onto him. "We should be safe here for the moment," Jeff said, glancing down the empty alleyway. Matt laughed, a deep booming sound echoing through the corridor. "Ha! We'd be safe anywhere, little man! Do you think any of them stands a chance against me? I could beat them all with one arm!" His arm flexed out, the bicep bulging up, the force behind it sending Jeff and Angel a few inches into the air. "Matt, not now," Jeff hissed, only to get a faceful of pec as Matt bounced the massive mounds up as he explores his new strength. "Matt, seriously, cool it!" The behemoth paused and rolled his eyes as he hoisted the two of them up, one on each massive arm, their weight neglible to the giant. Even with that mass on them, he reached a hand forward, now exploring the new length on his massive cock instead. "Fine, fine. So what now, little man?" "We need answers, and since the frat's working to capture you, there's only one place we can go. We have to get to the Source," Jeff replied, pulling himself up to get his arms around Matt's thick neck, fingertips slipping against Matt's veins, his fingertips pulsing with the thundering force behind every heartbeat. "I... I don't know what's going on with the frat, and I don't know what Blake meant when he said he's a 'servant of the Source'. But but they're not telling us everything. so we're going to see for ourselves." ___________ For a guy with enough bulk to make a bodybuilder look anorexic, Matt was fast. His growth hadn't relented, and as his legs surge outwards, Matt continues to pick up speed, his run turning into thundering leaps as his thick legs propel him forwards further and further with every single bound. It only took minutes before the three were in the forest again, going down the same trail as before. The trees look different during the day, and there wasn't a glow to guide him, but the path from the night was carved into Jeff's memory. Every footstep was familiar, even with his 200-pound frame pushing against the debris and over the branches, pausing as they reach a mound of dirt. "Why'd we stop?" Angel pushes through the brush, forcing his way up to Jeff. Matt makes his way up after, the lightest nudge cracking the branches in his path. Matt pauses, hands down on the ground, his body pushing in against itself as he bends down, back and shoulders spread as he pats the ground. "This... This should be it. The cave should be here, I'm sure. What happened to it?" "Here? But there's nothing here." Angel murmurs, legs crossing over one another. "I'm sure, it was right here! Grrr..." Matt stomped down against the ground, the dirt crumbling under his grip. But all that's underneath is more dirt. His massive hands carved through dirt and stone, chunks chucked into the air, but there's nothing to find below them. "Wait... Guys..." Jeff stopped, eyes darting between the trees. "I think I... Follow me." He pushes his way through, "Jeff? Where are you going?" Angel paused as Matt pushes himself onto his thick legs, heavy footfalls following after the smaller guy. "I just... I can tell, it's this way." Angel and Matt both look at each other, but they followed, their bodies carving a new path through the woods. Neither of them said a word as Jeff leads on, his steps lighter than his new weight would suggest. They followed along in silence, brush and branches knocked aside as they do. And then they saw the glow. The plants are barely visible in the daylight, but Jeff nods when he spots it. "It's here." And with that, he stepped into the tunnel, embracing the slide down into the near-darkness. By the time Angel climbed in and Matt's massive hands carved out enough room so he'll fit, Jeff's already walked ahead. The familiar vines pulsed with power and light as he steps along the path. Even with the dim light, he walks down the paths as though he had done it hundreds of times before. And then, it comes into sight. The Source hadn't fully replenished itself yet. There was a little fluid there, a quarter of the amount that was there yesterday. But that little bit of fluid is confirmation enough. Jeff's eyes swept the room, glancing over the stone for anything he missed. There has to be something here. Hell, even that little fluid could be a clue. But as Jeff bends down to look over the fluid, he's splashed by a spray of it. "What the hell... Angel! What are you doing?" The smallest of the three had already leaped into the puddle, and was cupping up as much of the precious fluid as he's able to hold, smearing it over his body before pushing his head into his hands, drinking down every remaining drop. "What do you think I'm doing?" He mutters, grinning as he throws aside what remains of his clothes. "I'm getting bigger. If this new stuff is even stronger, then I'm gonna catch up with the big guy." A growl fills the air, and both Angel and Jeff turn. Their eyes widen as Matt steps in, his new mass enough to fill out the small tunnel. "Fuck you. I'm going to be the biggest, strongest guy for Jeff, and you're not stopping me." "Oh, no, you aren't. I had my eyes on Jeff. He's going to be mine." "What?" Jeff's mind kept working at a mile a minute. Matt's growing for him? And Angel's doing the same? Okay, it turns him on to think about a couple of big guys fawning over him, but just how long have they liked him? Has Matt always been interested, or was it something else? And he barely knew Angel. Was this some effect of the Source? There's no time for him to react. Matt's charged in, slamming Angel from where he stood. The smaller man is knocked off his feet and lands with a tumble, wincing in pain. But that pain is nothing compared to the burning sensation flowing through him. His body convulses and twists, but through the pain, he forced himself onto his feet. With a growl, he stands up, pound after pound of muscle packing onto his lean frame, as he rises. His fists raised, held up by the swelling mass of his bulging biceps, his pecs pushing out, his stance changing as his arms swell against his sides, his growing legs fighting for space as he rises up higher. He shouted and pounded his chest as it pumps out, new mass packing on faster and faster as he bends, starting to crouch to avoid crashing into the ceiling. But as his musk started to fill the air, and as his shaft swells beyond its full hardness, the two both turned towards Jeff. Once again the smallest of the three, Jeff swallowed. The situation was tense, but with every cock hard and at the ready, it could turn into a fight or a fuck.. __________ "Pledgemaster, it's been confirmed. The three have made their way to the source again. With the back entrance sealed, we're unable to meet them." "I see." The normal cheer had vanished from Blake's demeanor, his hands slowly passing over his sore body. Just how did they find the Source again? Even he couldn't locate the source while it recharged, and the back door was still sealed off. Just what was so special about Matt that caused him to keep growing like that? The new stuff was potent, yes, but it shouldn't be that potent. Just what was going on? He should know the will of the Source, like he has ever since he became the pledgemaster. But now, he isn't getting a thing. "And... the council would like to speak to you about these new developments." Blake cursed under his breath as he stood up. "Fuck. If they're getting involved now... Then this is big."
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  11. The Source Chapter 4 Different levels The brawny cook Avery served yet another round of his famous scrambled eggs to the new brother Matt and his little worshipper. “Since you’ve turned out so huge, I already knew I’d have to cook a whole lot more to feed you, but I didn’t expect this little guy to each almost as much as you!” Avery commented as Jeff finished his plate once again, already going for another serving of such delicious food. “I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t realize I was so hungry until I started eating, I normally don’t eat much….” Matt, just hugged the shoulders of his friend/sex toy and messed with his shaggy hairdo. “I told you that things will be different from now on…” The immensely muscular hunk celebrated the fact his friend now could eat like a real stud he would soon become. Jeff, on the other hand, was still confused, he was hungry beyond his comprehension and no matter how much food he shoved down his throat, his growling stomach still demanded more, and Matt’s own growling beast of stomach just matched his uncontrollable desire. They continued to have breakfast for quite a while, and soon, some of the brothers were wide awake and still impressed to see them going for countless repetitions. Even to the wondrous brawny specimen in the Mu Epsilon Sigma frat house, those two were just eating too much. “It’s great to see the two of you enjoying our food, but be careful, recently changed guys usually can’t hold that much food.” The tremendously huge onyx mountain named Clayton said as he entered the room carrying his own immense share of food. “Don’t worry, brother. I’ve got this under control, besides even my little buddy is a lot tougher than he seems right now. Give him some time and you’ll be asking us for advise on how to get bigger, right Jeff?” Matt bragged, knowing he had to stand up for both himself and his little buddy, since he was quite aware of Clayton’s displease at his initiation. Until yesterday, Clayton was the undisputed “big honcho” at the top of his 6’7” 350 pounds, but since last night they have measured Matt at 6’5 and ¾ inches tall and weighing already 400 pounds, the ebony muscle king was dethroned. Clayton just rolled his eyes and left the room, and Jeff would scowl Matt for his rush behavior, if he wasn’t so worried about finishing yet another plate. “Why are we eating like that? It can’t be good…” Jeff whispered between mouthfuls. “Oh, don’t worry, Jeff. I am actually very happy to see that Matt was right about you, such increase of appetite could only come from the Source. I guess you are a dormant initiate after all…” Blake Andrews said from behind them. Matt nodded and burped, finally pushing his plate away from his immense bulk. “So, I guess it is time to hit the weight room now huh? I can’t wait to see how much these massive guns can lift! I hope you guys keep records, because I’m gonna break them all!” Matt flexed his 28” biceps, and Jeff nearly choked to notice how much bigger and thicker those arms looked that morning. Andrews nodded. “Don’t worry, brother, you’ll certainly do great in our special heavy duty gym. Jeff might need to take it easy until his growth catches up, he can train at the worshipper’s area for today.” “Erm…that’s alright, I don’t feel like working out, my body is all sore…” Jeff started to excuse himself, when suddenly he noticed his body actually felt great after such huge meal, the pain was gone and he felt such jolt of energy. “You’ll hit the weights.” Matt instructed and Jeff felt compelled to oblige, and Blake actually grinned at the candid scene. “So, follow me gentlemen…” The hunkiest Pledgemaster escorted the new members to the basement, where there was this incredible state of the art gym complex that seemed to come out right out of a sci-fi movie. “Whoa…this place is nice!” Matt said as he pointed at the immensely huge plates and bars neatly organized. Since they had initiation orgy last night, most of the brothers preferred to work out a bit later that morning, so the massive gym was actually empty, except for the three of them. “No wonder you guys get so big…this place is impressive!” Jeff commented as Matt already prepared a warm up setting to himself, under Blake’s supervision. “You’re certainly right, Jeff, but even if this part is still a bit advanced for you, the worshipper’s gym is quite in the next room, and you’ll see it’s quite well equipped as well.” Once again, Jeff felt he was a second-class brother, his body could be a bit bigger, but he was still far from their league. Noticing how excited Matt seemed, he just decided to follow Blake’s not-so-discrete advice and find a more suitable equipment for his own standards. The worshipper’s gym, was actually composed by worn-out, nearly destructed old equipment that the massive brothers had obviously outgrown, kept as a nice memento of their own muscular development, but still quite challenging for those who weren’t huge like them. Jeff sighed, but he wouldn’t give up right now, at least he knew Matt would never let him go without working out first, so he remembered his days at the gym and assembled his usual lifting routine, the same grueling, cruel, impossible to achieve routine that got him absolutely no gain after months of frustrated attempts. Something was wrong, though. Jeff did not feel any pain at all, he went through the motions with newfound skillfulness, it was as if he had been working out for years. His muscles executed the movement sharply, with each rep being slightly slower and more focused than the previous one, increasing the intensity of the cargo as he went from one set through the other. Jeff’s mind seemed to slip of his body while he performed the exercises, he actually felt like someone else’s had taken over his body, even his reflected image seemed different, there was no hesitation, no shame of grunting, a growing passion towards his own physique. “You’re quite the hardcore trainer huh?” Someone asked Jeff, and it was only then he noticed his body was all sweaty, red and his veins were thicker, engorged with blood and strength running through them. For the first time in his life, Jeff actually had a great pump! “No, not really…” Jeff’s usual demeanor reassumed control of his mind as he talked to the cute short Latin guy with gymnast physique, wide thick shoulders, strong muscular arms, tiny waist and thick thighs. “Well, you fooled me alright! I’m Angel by the way…” The 5’4” 165 pounds muscular hot guy said as they shook hands, and Jeff couldn’t help but feeling that guy was familiar. “Do I know you from somewhere?” “Well, we were at the same Economics class last semester, and besides that last night you had my cock down your throat at some point and I think I got to ride your cock…Things got pretty much blurry afterwards…” Both of the guys blushed as they remembered that they have met in the hottest orgy of their young lives. “Geesh… I’m sorry…I don’t really remember much about last night, I hope you had a great time.” Jeff giggled, remembering how tight and muscular that bubble butt felt while he fucked him. “Don’t worry, you did great. I am eager to become a member in the next call out!” Angel said as he seemed to check Jeff’s body. “Well, I hope you do better than me, since you can tell I failed.” Jeff felt his frustration overcoming him once again. “Are you kidding? You didn’t fail…look at you! You look like a fitness model!” The shorter guy pointed out and Jeff nearly didn’t recognize the man starring back at him in the mirror. “This can’t be me…I mean, there’s no way I am this big!” Jeff could not believe his own eyes, as he saw the new muscles he had somehow developed in his body. “People say that you didn’t get much of the stuff on you, but it still made you quite bigger and hunkier too…” Angel said as he stood side by side with Jeff, to emphasize that his muscular physique was quite eclipsed by the wonderful ripped, lean developed muscles that Jeff now possessed. “Hop on the scale over there…see you’re 174 pounds of hard beef, not bad at all!” Angel commented as he watched the great specimen Jeff had already become. “That doesn’t make any sense. Matt growled, and doubled in pain as he grew, I felt anything…not even a slight sign of discomfort. I just went through the work out like it was not even meant to challenge me!” “Then, you are not doing it right!” Angel giggled as he took Jeff back to the weight area and helped him increasing the cargo and do different types of routines to optimize results. Jeff noticed that Angel’s tips have helped quite a lot, although he still did not feel any challenge, the weight seemed like they did not weigh as much as they should. “Well, you are growing stronger and bigger really fast, maybe not as fast as your huge friend grew, but you’re still growing much faster than any other guy who hasn’t been in the Source.” “I know…I just wish I could have gotten more of that you know? Those brothers can be really unpleasant, if it wasn’t for Matt, they would have kicked me out…” Jeff commented to Angel. “I get that too…I mean, they keep telling me that I have good basis for the Source, and if I am lucky to find it, I’ll be huge, maybe even bigger than Matt. I just can’t wait to next call out…” Jeff pondered about that. “Yeah, Blake told me that the Source won’t be ready for a while, it needs to replenish, I just don’t feel he’s being quite hones though. Besides, who can assure they don’t get more than one time to have the power?” Angel nodded all along. “Yeah...they really have something else going on here…” The Latin gymnast with olive complexion, short black hair, big hazel eyes and thick pink lips just approached Jeff and whispered. “Do you still remember the Source’s location?” Jeff nodded his head. “Good, maybe tonight we can sneak back there and do our own investigation what do you say?” Jeff was about to answer when they both heard a loud sound of something heavy crashing down the ground and Blake asking the brothers for help. Angel and Jeff rushed to the brother’s heavy-duty gym and were instantly shocked to see a hulking monstrous figure breathing. The back was so thick and so wide, with such rugged forms that calling it “road map” would be an understatement. “TOO LIGHT! TOO FUCKING LIGHT!!!” The deep manly voice grunted as the other frat members gathered around the humongous figure and tried to hold it down. “MATT! You need to focus! You can’t destroy our house!” Blake’s own huge figure now looked much smaller compared to the behemoth that Matt had become. The rugged massive muscles rippling and growing bigger, like he was a living mass of bubbling muscle ready to explode. Several fraternity members jumped over Matt, trying to contain his outburst, but it just made things even worse. “YOU ARE ALL WEAK! THIS IS NOTHING FOR ME!” The booming Matt roared “DAMN, he’s too big, too strong!” Clayton grunted moments before the immensely huge Matt threw him at the opposite wall with nothing but a single flick, and the others just flew away Jeff had no time to think, he simply ran and squeezed through the big men and made his way to the roaring monstrous figure of Matt, who seemed to be growing even bigger at each passing second, his hulking physique just increasing and developing further. “Matt, you listen to me now. Stop this madness! You’re hurting our brothers!” His voice was calm, and lower, he actually sounded quite sexy. The immense monster of muscle stopped, he actually needed to take two steps back in order to see Jeff from his humongous and still growing pectoral muscles, but once he devised his friend, the rage was gone. “Hey, Jeff, you look huge man!” Matt sounded happy, he took the friend in his arms and kissed him passionately, and since the smaller guy had no choice, he decided to enjoy such great moment. “What happened here?” Matt asked after the kiss, noticing the mess around them. “Well, you happened. I guess you got into some kind of muscle growth rage…you were tossing brothers around like they were flies, even Clayton and the Pledgemaster.” Jeff spoke very calmly, but noticed that Matt was shocked. “I…don’t remember anything!” He placed Jeff down and helped to get the rest of the brothers back on their feet. “Sorry guys, I didn’t mean…shit something came onto me and I just lost control!” Matt apologized to each one of the brothers he had knocked down. “That’s alright, brother. We’ve got you covered. This won’t happen again, you were just under a testosterone boost. Your muscles are still growing because of The Source and it’s likely to happen, we just didn’t expect it would be so intense!” Blake explained while he approached Jeff. “You were also under some fast growth episode yourself, huh Jeff? Well, I must say that you are doing much better than expected…” The Pledgemaster said as he looked up at Matt. “Damn, big guy…you are now officially our biggest brother! You are just immense!” “Thanks, I feel immense! Much bigger than you little dudes!” Matt chuckled and hit a most muscular pose, but he was surprised to notice that his own monster cock shot a thick rope of cum that hit the ceiling. “Daaamn, I didn’t even notice I was hard! My whole body feels like an erection!” Matt chuckled as he saw his cum dripping from the floor. Blake seemed actually just as surprised. “Well, maybe we should run a few tests on you just to make sure everything is alright. After all you had a great deal of exposition…” “Wait a minute, are you saying that he might get ill or something?” Jeff asked suddenly very worried. “Not at all, look at him! He’s the incarnation of manly health! We just need to understand how his body is reacting to the Source’s new stuff.” “New stuff?” The Pledgemaster sighed. “Every time the Source is ready to be used, the stuff it produces is more potent. Back when I was initiated, guys didn’t grow nearly as huge as Clayton. Now, it produced a freaking huge colossus like Matt, who keeps growing even still.” “So you don’t actually control the Source?” “Do you really think I’d still this small if I had any control over its power? Please…I am just a servant of the Source!” Suddenly, Jeff realized the rest of the fraternity members surrounded him and the still growing Matt. “Don’t worry, brothers, it’s for your own sake. We’ll take you to our staff and they’ll make sure everything is alright!” Blake said I a very soothing tone. Jeff looked at Angel and back at Matt and they both jumped into the massive arms of his colossal friend. “Matt, you have to take us out of here…right now!” Jeff ordered and before they realized, the whole back wall of the gym was instantly destroyed as Matt’s inhumanly large figure ran through it. “Where are going?” Angel asked while they were running down the street carried by the glorious and still growing form of the monstrous Matt. “I have no idea…” Jeff replied, noticing that, just like his friend Matt, he was actually going through another growth spurt while they were trying to escape. To be continued….
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  12. I've hit a bit of a block, but the next chapter's ready. Hope it's enough to spark a few new ideas. If not, I'll keep digging around! The Source Chapter 3 - The Next Morning The first few beams of the morning sun peek through the window. Jeff groans, tugging his sheet back over his head. His head shifts, a throbbing headache pounding at him. Whatever happened last night, he didn't get enough sleep afterwards. Another hour would do him some good, but as the sun streams over the bed, it's becoming less and less of a possibility. The sheets slide aside while he sits up. His eyes open a crack, met by three white walls, a door, and a window. He stares ahead, his brain figuring out just how he got here. A few faint pieces come back to him. A couple of drinks, collapsing on the bed, Matt hauling him around through the party... Matt? Right, something happened to Matt. The two of them underwent an initiation, and Matt got into the frat. Good for the guy. He's been talking about joining the frat the moment he heard about it, and Jeff got dragged along for the ride. The only reason Jeff participated was because the initiation always took people in pairs, and he wanted to give his friend a hand. He didn't know why they got accepted as a pair. Sure, Matt had potential. The guy was always out and about, and he played enough sports to have a toned look. But Jeff preferred to stay indoors, avoid exerting himself. They wouldn't be interested in someone like him. He couldn't fit the frat's mold, he couldn't get pumped and massive and grow like Matt... The night comes flooding back to him. The forest with Matt. The weird glowing puddle. His best friend turning into an absolute stud in the span of minutes. And then, what came after... The initiation and the night after. The sheet tents, his cock rising at those memories. It wasn't like any initiation he'd ever imagined. Sure, there was a ceremony, and some small speech, and they paraded Matt in front of the whooping, cheering crowd. And then, the alcohol, and then... The sex. They said people were just getting in the mood for the real part of the ceremony, but Jeff remembers hours of constant, intense, sensual fucking. Men more potent than any he had pictured, piling atop each other, grabbing and rubbing, sweat and musk filling the air. But no matter how turned on he is, his mood sinks at the thought. After all, he couldn't really participate. Sure, he was invited to join, and he made an effort to do so. He went several drinks beyond his limit to get himself in the mood. He was elated to give one of the guys a screw, while another pounded at his mouth. And when he orgasmed, it was more intense than anything he'd imagined, ten times better than his private attempts at masturbation. Even after that, he could manage another go, his libido pumped higher than ever before. And when Matt wanted his second round, he used every bit of his new strength to force their bodies together, to grip and squeeze and jerk for all he's worth. But compared to the insatiable men in the frat, Jeff was nothing. After his second load, his body was exhausted and begging for rest. Everyone else in the place were only getting started, but he couldn't keep going. Even when he saw Matt getting attention from a couple of twins, even when he watched the pledgemaster getting worshiped by half a dozen hands... His shaft twitched at the thought, hard again as he joined the crowd all crawling over the floor and over that impossibly built specimen of masculinity. But despite his best efforts, he didn't have the same vigor and energy that the rest of them had. He'd be pushed aside, or sandwiched between men, lost in the lustful crowd. It was enjoyable, but nobody spared him a glance for the rest of the night. The initiation hadn't started in earnest, but his body had already given out. He couldn't even force himself to stick around. He just dug around for an empty room and collapsed onto the bed. He repeats the motion now. His body slumps down onto the mattress, and he drags the sheets over him again. He's staying at the frat for now, but he'd have to head out soon enough. They didn't accept him. He didn't get enough size from the source, or whatever they called it. Once someone comes to check on him, they'll boot him out. Annoying, but... It's fine. He only came so he could help Matt join. And Matt's one of the biggest guys around now. He'll fit right in with the frat. He sighs into the sheets, pulling more of them over his head. A low groan responds this time, the fabric tugged back. "Mmmph..." Jeff lurches, scrambling away from the motion. The blanket piles up on a figure, before a thick arm reaches around the bed. The sheets go flying as Jeff leaps out, sheets thrown aside to reveal the nude stud hidden under. "Damn it, Jeff... It's too early for this..." "What the hell, Matt? What are you doing in my bed?" "Our bed, you mean." One hand gropes around the bed, making contact with Jeff's arm. His powerful arm yanking the guy back in, head and shoulders bumping up to his pecs. "Remember? This is our room now." A hand slips down, grabbing over Matt's exposed back. "I'm in charge of watching out for you whenever you're visiting here." Two thick limbs wrapping around Jeff's back. The smaller guy's body is completely enclosed by those massive arms, the crushing hug sliding his body tight. His shaft presses in, body nudging against the growing length of Matt's thickening tool. Jeff's getting caught in the moment, his attention scattered across Matt's body. His hands press back against Matt, grasping against the man's back and holding tight to his body. His lips pull into a forceful, messy kiss before the two separate again. There's already a finger slipping at his ass before Jeff snaps to, hesitant to push Matt away but forcing himself to do so. "W-wait a second, Matt... This is a little much for me..." His senses are reeling when Matt pushes his body in again. The scent of his friend hanging heavy in the air... The strength he's using to hoist his body through the air. "Fine, fine... We can get some breakfast first. After last night, I could use something in me, too." He starts to shift, the tangle of sheets flipping aside. "Don't know why you're making such a big deal of things. You got into it fine last night. You're gonna be hanging around a lot, right? You should get used to-" "Matt, don't you get it? They don't want me. They want you. You're in now, and that's that. I can't keep up with you guys." "C'mon, man." The hand rises back up, Matt rubbing his eyes open. Jeff flinches upon seeing the man's features again. Every trace of masculinity on his face is amplified several times. His goofy grin's gained an air of certainty, and his eyes twinkly when they look at one another. "Sure, you're a little smaller than the other guys here. In exchange, you've got one of the biggest guys in the place watching your back." Matt sits up straight, throwing his arms up, chest and body on full display. "This not enough for you?" "That's not- Matt, look. That Blake guy said I won't be a brother, alright? They didn't want me. They wouldn't initialize me, and I couldn't even make myself stick around for the entire thing. I had to call it halfway through." Jeff's eyes dart everywhere, glancing over every inch of Matt's body. They linger longer than they should, and Matt gives a flex wherever he looks. The hunk is making it difficult to focus when he climbs out, legs and thighs on display, that shaft peeking out with his morning wood... "You got in, like you wanted. Hell, you got a lot of what you wanted, from the looks of it. You don't need me to help you anymore. You should-" "None of that." Matt holds a hand down and lifts Jeff in the same arm, tossing him onto his shoulder. "C'mon. I already talked to the council for you, alright? They said as long as you gain a bit of beef this semester, you'll fit right in. They could have you join after you cautch up a bit." The guy gives another yawn, his free hand rising up to cup his mouth. Jeff's entranced by the motion, watching his hand slide up over his neck, scratch at his pumped pecs and reach down, giving his shaft a absentminded scratch. "Matt, I'm not-" He ducks his head and clings to Matt, skimming against the doorway. "They said I can't use that stuff again, so I can't get any bigger." "You can't use that stuff to get bigger," Matt corrects. "There isn't any difference, Matt. We tried working out before, remember? You gained a few pounds, I didn't get squat." "That was before. You got a little bit of that stuff in you, right? That'll be enough to get you started. C'mon, let's get some food. They said one of their guys takes care of breakfast." Jeff's mouth is open to argue, but the scent of some sizzling bacon catches his attention. He scootches against Matt's body, peeking into the kitchen before Matt makes the turn. The full scent and sight hits him when he peeks inside. One guy's handling all of the work. It was a tidy-looking guy, brown hair neatly trimmed and apron wrapped around his neck. But that apron's the only thing covering his body. His thick, toned arms and spread lats are completely exposed, and even a tight, packed ass stands out below the waistband. He darts from pan to pan to several plates, a number of foods cooked and tossed into place. "Morning, Avery. This what you up to now?" "Big job, but someone's gotta do it." The two bump fists in passing. Matt grabs a couple of plates packed with meat and eggs, hauling it with him. Jeff gawks at the two, not saying a word until Matt's slid him off at the table. "What was that? Matt, how is he... Why's he-" "Plenty of big guys here, and they need plenty of fuel." He passes Jeff his own plate, the amount overwhelming to the man. His stomach growls at the plate, but he ignores it to keep on talking. "Matt, he was nude." "So are we. What's your point?" "I... What?" Jeff pauses before he slides, slinking most of his body under the table. "Shit, I thought I had something on when I went to bed!" "Hey, no need to make a fuss. Clothing's optional when it's just the frat around." He grins and digs into his meal. "Now, get up here and get started. You'll need plenty of fuel if you want to catch up." "Matt, seriously?" Jeff slides out from under, one hand grabbing at his fork while the other covers his half-hard shaft. "I barely grew last night. Before then, I've never really put on any mass. And right now, I don't know squat about working out. Do you seriously think I'm going to catch up?" Matt flashes another grin. "I know it." Jeff sighs as he stares down at his plate. A thick arm pats against his shoulders, and Matt pulls the little guy tighter. Jeff's head remains pointed down, but he sticks a few pieces of food onto his fork and shoves the full thing into his mouth.
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  13. The Source Chapter 2 – Magic tricks? By Muscl4life “I am sure this is a part of their initiation, they’re just trying to fuck with our mind!” Jeff finally spoke after following Matt in silence for long moments. “You saw it with your own eyes... In one moment I was soaking wet, and then just like that I am dry!” Matt replied, still feeling uneasy after that experience. His clothes might have dried completely, but they no longer felt like they belonged to him. Everything seemed at least two sizes smaller, and the discomfort only got more obvious as they looked for the exit. “Well, we both assume it was some kind of dirty water, but what if it was some kind of chemical that evaporates at room temperature like Alcohol or Ether? That would explain how dried so fast.” “It didn’t smell like neither of these chemicals.” Matt replied at once. “Just because we don’t know about something, it doesn’t mean that it can’t exist…Maybe one of those guys is majoring in Chemistry and just wants to prank us ” Jeff realized that while he sorely needed an explanation, Matt was more worried to leave that creepy place. Meanwhile, back at the Fraternity’s house, someone respectfully knocked at the Pledgemaster’s door. “Brother, we confirmed that two of the Pledges have entered the Source’s location.” The hunky brown haired initiated informed Pledgemaster Blake Andrews, the powerful 6’2” 300 pounds muscular senior football player of tanned skin and jet-black hair with impressive handsomeness. “That’s good news, but what about the rest of them?” The deep, manly, husky voice tone of the Pledgemaster always got the rest of the initiated horny. Blake Andrews loved to show off the status of his very prestigious position, he knew that most his brothers envied him tremendously, and he loved such fact. The massive safety just stood there, lying naked on his bed, with the 11 inches long monster cock at full mast, worshipped by the hungry mouths of two dazzling handsome slender fellows that were honored with the chance to entertain the enormous Pledgemaster for the evening. “Erm…there are still no news about them, Pledgemaster. What should we do?” The smaller, yet very muscular 5’10” 210 pounds hunky member of the Mu Epsilon Sigma Fraternity asked politely for directions, while his lustful eyes enjoyed the view of the glorious manhood so skillfully sucked by those beautiful twins, especially chosen to enhance the magnificence of the humongous Andrews. “Well, we must wait until confirmation that at least one of them had actually used the Source. After that, you can dismiss the rest of the pledges. They will be invited to join us, but not as full members, just as Friends of the House.” The cell phone of the initiated brother made a sound and he read the message with pleasure. “Sir, Jeff and Matt are the pledges who made into the Source’s location.” “Really? Those two huh? Well, that’s interesting, I think I lost a few dollars to you then.” The manly Pledgemaster smiled and flexed his massive 23 inches arm to the shocked member. “Erm…that’s s alright, sir. We can always find a way for you to compensate me…”The initiated felt his own hard cock achingly pressing his crotch. “Now, go tell the rest of Direction about the good news. That will be all, brother; you may go now, before I decide to initiate you again.” Blake instructed the initiated as he carefully placed his hands behind the neck of the sucking guest. “Yes, Pledgemaster.” The lower ranked member left, feeling a bit disappointed that the humongous brother did not want him to join such nice party. “I am sorry but we’ll have to wrap it up in a while, little guys. Hopefully, I’ll have new brothers to initiate later tonight, but until then, a Brother deserves some attention right?” The manly Blake Andrews spoke as he fucked the little worshipper's throat. Inside the mysterious place, Jeff and his friend Matt were still trying to get out of the unique place they have found in the forest. “Jeff, I don’t feel right, there’s something wrong with me…I..can’t move!” Matt’s voice carried his anguish. He just doubled over, feeling his stomach’s muscles bulging, and that’s when Jeff noticed the clothes on Matt’s body were getting tighter by the second! “Shit… it is getting more intense! Help me Jeff!” Matt screamed, but his friend still hesitated when he saw Matt's body shifting, holding still but somehow flexing through it, the already athletic body surging outwards steadily. Matt’s behavior changed drastically, instead of crying in pain, he now moaned deeply, and even roared as he felt the power was unleashed upon him. He was growing bigger and more muscular by the second! Jeff’s jaw was hanging as he noticed his friend was getting bigger, thicker and more muscular by each passing second. “This can’t be real…” Jeff whispered feeling in absolute awe at such powerful sight. Then, Matt simply picked his head and brought it closer to his flexed arm in a mix of a gentle and authoritarian tone. “Does it look, feel or smell unreal for you, buddy?” Matt chuckled, as he released Jeff’s head, knowing that he would be more than welcome to explore the rest of his expanding body. Jeff was silent, his eager mouth and desiring tongue worshipped the growing contours of such rugged muscular figure, the taste of his salty skin and the thickening layers of muscle underneath it made Jeff lose his usual demeanor, he went from a logical guy into a horny lustful muscle junkie in a few seconds! “Shit…that must be the secret of those guys! They’re the biggest and strongest guys on campus, and they never were caught on steroids! Whatever that stuff is, it sure makes the body grow!” Matt considered, noticing how much bigger and powerful he got, and Jeff surely became totally charmed by those muscles. “Heh, I guess that I should thank you little guy. If it weren’t for you, I’d never gain those humongous muscles that you worship now!” Matt said as he felt his friend’s lips kissing the growing chest of his incredible youthful fortress of manly muscle. Jeff, on the other hand, could not process complex thoughts, he was completely lost in the bliss of his muscle worshipping, enjoying each crevice of his growing muscle master. “Yeah, buddy, look at those huge muscles! Damn, I’m packing so much hard, lean, vascular mass! This feels awesome!” Matt enjoyed how fast his muscles bulged and grew harder, thicker, wider, fuller and better. He even noticed his body slowly but steadily inching taller to accommodate the newborn muscular pounds stacking to the impressive heroic figure he now possessed. “You…look amazing…so huge and so muscular. How can it be? Is it some kind of magic trick or illusion?” Jeff said under his breath. “Well, if it magic, you got some on you too…do you remember when you held my soaked hand?” It was then Jeff realized his own body felt strange, it was somehow hardening, getting better tonus. Jeff moaned as Matt confirmed his suspects. The muscles on Jeff were getting a bit denser, but still nothing compared to the amazing ongoing transformation on his best friend. The two of them suddenly felt this powerful urge to just surrender to animalistic behavior and kissed passionately. “Damn, Jeffy, I could fuck you right now!” Matt said in a deep, masculine tone, if once they had been of very similar sizes, now Matt was at least 2 extra inches taller, broader, fuller and so much more muscular, powerful and manlier than Jeff, that it was nearly embarrassing for the smaller guy to be near such powerful specimen of youthful muscularity. “We…should get out of here…” Jeff suddenly snapped back to reality, but the immensity of Matt’s engorging new muscles was too intoxicating, he barely finished the sentence and was kissing the head of Matt’s biceps, biting the hard surface like it was made of marble, marveled to the fact his friend didn’t react badly, quite the contrary. “Yeah, little guy, take a hard bite! Can you feel how manly this muscle is? You’re such a nice twink…” Matt’s deepening voice, his warm breathing at Jeff’s neck, making the smaller guy even weaker on his knees, they were groping and feeling each other with increasing passion, Matt lifted him from the ground and ripped the pants of the smaller guy to have access to his soft, manhole when suddenly the lights on the room were lit. “What the fuck?” Matt asked, covering his eyes unused to such brilliance. He still carried Jeff with one hand while the smaller guy protected his eyes from the strong lights burying his face onto the immense chest of his friend. “Gentlemen, you have succeeded the test. Please follow me!” The manly, deep tone of Pledgemaster Andrews filled that weird room, as his immense figure managed to squeeze to pass through the frame. “Heh, I knew that such a huge guy like you had to be on something…” Matt recognized the huge Blake Andrews, one of the star players of the Football Team. “Well, you’re quite on the huge side, now, Matt. I hope you can make the initiation, you’ll certainly feature among the biggest of our brothers.” The hugely built safety commented as he showed the way to them. “What was on that stuff anyway?” Jeff managed to ask, surprised to notice that Matt had grown to the standards of such massive man, or maybe even bigger, because the Pledgemaster seemed quite surprised. Andrews looked at Jeff very carefully for a moment. “I’m not sure I should tell you, little man. Usually we recover two full-grown studs, but it seems to me that only your friend got to grow huh? That would be a shame for you, because I cannot let you come along if you are not grown to the standards we expect.” Jeff and Matt exchanged looks. “What? No…I had some of the stuff on me too…I am bigger, you just can’t tell because Matt got so huge.” “And whose fault was that?” Matt chuckled, still carrying the smaller frame of his friend. Jeff looked at Matt’s condescending face, and felt really angry at those muscular goons. “How should I know that stinky puddle was the secret? Besides, you would never fall on that if I didn’t accidentally push you over.” “Well, the Source needs time to replenish its contents. I guess you’ll have to wait to a next time then, Jeff. Meanwhile, Matt, we have your initiation to attend, and that consists of enjoying the company of a dozen of the biggest Mu Epsilon Sigma members, sharing our passion for uncanny strong and powerful manly muscles.” Andrews seemed to ignore Jeff’s very presence. Then, Jeff just jumped out of Matt’s arms. “I am sure it has enough juice to make me at least as big as you two!” Matt seemed to feel pity of his best friend. “Look, Blake, Jeff is not lying to you; he really got some of the stuff on him when he helped me to get off that weird pool. Can’t we just go back there and let him have some more?” Blake shook his head. “You don’t know how the Source works, little dude. The liquid alone is not the secret, it needs time to build its powers, and even if I let you get back there, that would not make this little dude grow. But don’t worry, don’t worry Jeff, if you really got some of the stuff on you, there might be a chance for you to join the Brotherhood as well, but you’ll have to struggle to keep up until getting another chance.” Jeff suddenly felt challenged. “Oh, I can keep up with anything you throw at me, but for how long?” The Pledgemaster shrugged. “That is not up to me anymore, that’s a matter for the Council now.” “So, can I take part on the initiation?” Blake nodded mischievously. “Oh, sure, the more the merrier, but you won’t be a brother until the Council gives you another chance, and we’re not taking any chances with you.” “What will happen to him until then, Pledgemaster?” “Don’t worry, Matt. This little dude will be your responsibility until he gets to be properly initiated; now let’s get back to the HQ, we have lots to discuss, make sure to carry this little guy, you don’t want him to hold us back. Initiation is really awesome, especially for you who got to be the solely pledge to become a member!” Blake complimented the still growing muscular monster Matt as he carried the protesting Jeff on his immense shoulders. “Matt, put me down at once!” Jeff demanded pointlessly. The new behemoth tried to comfort his much smaller friend, as they followed the Pledgemaster. “Relax, dude, I’ll talk to those guys…You’re indeed quite bigger…I mean, for someone who just took a little sample of the stuff.” Matt spoke almost like he was talking to a toddler, and that made Jeff even more upset. To be continued.
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