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Chapter Ten Mikey visited Pete in London several times before the bodybuilding competition at the Annual Superpower Games. Each visit would result in Mikey being worshipped, and both lads shooting their loads. Usually multiple times. Other than making each other cum with their worship sessions, things remained platonic between the pair. Mikey had tried to be affectionate with his muscle loving worship buddie on a couple of occasions, though it was never planned. Pete was never very responsive to these attempts though, and so Mikey quickly expelled any thoughts which crept into his head that things between he and Pete could take a romantic turn. Instead, Mikey reasoned that they had an amazing and special relationship, and their worship sessions were amongst the hottest and most unique of his experiences in his 300 pound muscle monster form, and that was more than enough for him. Up until the day of the show, their posing and worship sessions had remained a secret between the two of them. But now, on the evening of Mikey’s first ever appearance at the Annual Superpower Games, the pair had unexpectedly invited a third person back to Pete’s flat. The mystery man who, with the use of a superpower still unknown to Mikey and Pete, had transformed into the body of Mikey’s favourite bodybuilder; ridiculously good looking, twenty-five year old, 320 pound American meat mountain Jackson James Jones. Within five minutes of entering Pete's flat, both Mikey and the Jackson James Jones impersonator had stripped back down to their posing trunks. Pete sat on his sofa, looking up at the two phenomenal muscle monsters, still bronzed from their competition tan, standing side by side in the middle of his living room, both pumped and shredded to a shocking degree, all the time wondering whether he'd ever see such a magnificent or surreal sight again. "Okay, lads. Let's get a front double bicep!" And with those words, both of the muscle freaks sprang into action and started flexing at Pete's command. All of the mandatory bodybuilding poses followed, climaxing with Pete instructing both of the lads to hit a most muscular. While Mikey bought both of his fists together, released an outrageously cocky "YEAARRGHHS!" and aggressively scrunched his face up like some kind of animal, the Jackson Jones impersonator went straight for a crab most muscular. Bending down low, his enormous, hard traps erupted up to his earlobes and he released a loud, obscene, "OOOOOOHHH." "THAT'S IT, LADS! HIT THAT POSE!" shouted Pete. Mikey responded by outrageously slapping both of his enormous, and insanely detailed quads, before placing both of his hands on the side of them, and cranking down hard into another most muscular, his eyes shut tight, his face contorted to a comical degree, and his teeth gritted as he released another grizzly, animal-like growl. "GRRRRRRRRR!!" Jackson was imitating Mikey in a similar pose, but all Pete could focus on was his mate, and regular worship buddie, squeezing like crazy with all of his might as his thick pecs tightened and erupted from his chest, his gorgeous, blocky abs burst though his tummy, and the hard on stretching his now mucky, tan stained posing trunks visibly jolted underneath the shiny pink material. "COME OOOOON!" Pete outrageously shouted, in an attempt to encourage Mikey to crank out his next most muscular pose with even more aggression and force. Pete's efforts worked brilliantly, as Mikey lifted both of his arms up, and cranked them back down with brutal force into a crab most muscular, while releasing his loudest, and cockiest shout yet. "ARRRGGGHHHH!"! Jackson responded by belting out his own crab most muscular with an indecent "YEEEEAAASSSS!" and Pete watched on from the seat of his sofa, his dick juddering, and pre-cum dripping into his boxers as the two flexing muscle bulls before him tried to outdo each other in the most outrageous and erotically charged display of testosterone fuelled, attitude packed posing he'd ever witnessed. When the monsters had stopped posing, the atmosphere immediately lightened, and all three lads were grinning wildly and chuckling to each other. Jackson was bent over with his hands rested on his ridiculous quads, panting and trying to catch his breathe after posing so hard. Mikey, meanwhile, wasn't showing any signs of exhaustion. As part of his superpower, he could pose for as long as he wanted and never get tired. Pete knew that, if Mikey could, he would just carry on cranking out most musculars until he finally blew a load into his bright pink, mucky pup posing trunks. "Awesome job, lads," Pete said, still grinning. Mikey had placed his hand on Jackson's ridiculously broad back. Jackson straightened up, still panting slightly, his big abs moving in and out of his ever so slight turtle tummy. Mikey's hand had dropped to his side, and as the two shredded muscle bulls standing in the middle of Pete's living room looked at each other, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shift once again. Jackson was the first to make a move. Wrapping one of his huge arms around Mikey’s enormous back, he invited him into his hulking mass of monstrous muscle. Responding by wrapping his own arms around Jackson, Mikey sank his own freak show worthy body into Jackson's, becoming completely engulfed by his hard, shredded mass. Mikey’s thick, bumpy abs pressed against Jackson’s, his huge, balloon-like tits squeezed against his, their quads fought for space, and his rock hard, bright pink posing trunk covered hard on pushed as tight as it could against Jackson’s big, purple trunk covered bulge. His fingers dug into Jackson’s thick lats and, as he sunk his head into Jackson’s bull-like traps, he groaned with pleasure. Having his 300 lbs body engulfed by the huge mass of muscle belonging to one of the world’s top bodybuilders, Mikey felt like his cock was going to explode at any given moment. After their initial embrace, Jackson invited Pete over to join them, and he and Mikey proceeded to touch, explore and worship every inch of the Jackson James Jones impersonator's magnificent, beast-like physique. Mikey had touched his own huge muscle many times. He’d even touched Pete’s flexed bicep and modestly thick pecs before. But nothing compared to the sensation of feeling the gigantic sized, fully flexed mass of the American muscle God before him. Mikey had never been attracted to anyone as much as he was attracted to Jackson. It was like his ultimate fantasy had come to life. In turn, Jackson was as equally attracted to Mikey. Jackson also loved seeing Pete’s over-excited and awe stricken reaction to his mass and the fact that it seemed like he was on the verge of cumming in his pants any moment, as he worshipped the two magnificent muscle bulls in his living room. But what Jackson really loved was seeing Mikey in a state of pent up ecstasy as he squeezed Jackson’s tits and dug his fingers into his biceps. There was something slightly more sensual in Mikey’s touch too. In turn, Jackson was a lot more attentive and affectionate towards Mikey than he was with Pete. Mid way through being worshipped by the two lads, Jackson, with his arm still wrapped around Mikey, and their huge, bronzed bodies pressed up against each other, pushed his face towards Mikey’s, and gently brushed his nose with his, inviting him to draw his lips to his. Mikey took the invite, and the two muscle monsters were suddenly lost in a deep, passionate kiss. At the same time, Pete drew his lips to one of Jackson’s ginormous sized muscle tits, and began to passionately suck on the obscenely thick pec muscle. Before long, all three lads had made their way to Pete’s bedroom. Together, they were just one big heaving mass of pent up, sexually charged muscle. Three men completely lost in the act of extreme muscle worship. All ready for their cocks to explode with cum at any given moment. Jackson and Mikey could not take their hands and eyes off each other, while Pete was completely lost in the freaky muscle exploding and bulging off both of their monstrous bodies. With his hands running over Jackson’s barn door back, his torso, quads and pink posing trunk covered cock pressed tightly against his, and his wet tongue passionately dancing with Jackson’s, Mikey released a muffled groan. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He was sure he was about to unleash the most tremendous sized load of spunk in his mucky, tan drenched posers. But Jackson had other plans for Mikey. Sensing that neither of them were going to be able to hold their spunk in for much longer, Jackson spun around, pulled down his shiny purple posers so they were wedged half way down his gigantic sized quads and pushed Mikey’s torso and trunk covered bulge against his obscenely sized arse. As Jackson climbed onto the edge of Pete’s bed so he was bent over on all fours, Mikey yanked down his tan stained posers, and pushed his huge, hard, throbbing cock into the tight, pink, twitchy hole nestled in the crack of Jackson’s ridiculously huge glutes. Loud groans of ecstasy filled the room, and as Mikey thrust his cock in and out of Jackson’s fleshy hole, Pete turned his attention to Mikey’s muscles; squeezing, feeling and worshipping his bronzed balloons of indecent mass. Fucking a man who had somehow transformed into one of the top pro bodybuilders in the world, while simultaneously having his muscles worshipped by his eager and very sexy muscle loving mate, Mikey had transcended to a whole new level of pleasure. Plunging his dick deep into Jackson’s enormous ass, Mikey suddenly came to a halt. He knew that his cock was about to explode in the next few seconds. One more thrust into the 320 pound muscle monster's tight hole and it would be game over. But Mikey had another idea. He lifted both of his arms up, Pete’s fingers still gripping into his right bicep, and, with his dick still in Jackson’s arse, Mikey cranked down hard into one more final brutal crab most muscular, while opening his mouth wide and releasing the loudest and most animalistic bellow he could. “YEEEAAARRRGGHHHH!!" As he hit the peak of his pose, Mikey’s whole body started trembling. He groaned and growled louder as pleasure consumed every ounce of his 300 lbs freakishly muscular body and his cock exploded with the most magnificent sized load, filling up Jackson’s hole, and giving Mikey the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. Jackson groaned and yelled with pleasure as his own dick exploded with cum, and a few seconds later, the room was filled with Pete’s orgasmic cries. Still gripping onto Mikey’s obscene mass with both hands, fountains of spunk started erupting freely from Pete’s dick and drenching the two sweaty, heaving, interlocked muscle Gods before him.

Greetings, Nice to see a place for being a tall bodybuilder. As I have experienced, being a tall bodybuilder is a lot more tough than being a 5'6" or 5'10" bodybuilder. I'm 6'2" and now at 268 lbs. bodybuilder. I have been up to 295 lbs. as a powerlifter and at that time, I was being sponsored so the additional income allowed me to put on a lot of size. But I still want to hit the 305-310 mark now as a bodybuilder. Putting on muscle size is still tough for me. I have to take appetite enhancers to stimulate my wanting to stuff myself. Luckily, I have been bodybuilding for a while and have lived in Los Angeles and Houston and have learned a lot from other bodybuilders. You can't do bodybuilding alone.

Cant wait for the next installation. Really looking forward to it.

Crecimiento por sexo es una opción.

Haha! Thanks mate. Have a feeling you'll like the next one too in that case.

Hey guys, here is a 2 part story. Next one coming soon. No growth in this part, more introductory stuff to the next chapter, which is all growth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "ALRIGHT FINE WHATEVER YOU WIN!" The strange creature shouted at the even stranger man. "Finally! I was wondering how many more years you were going to make me do this for." The man said, standing on one leg. This was the pose he was in during his ritualistic dance when the creature finally submitted. A dance that seemed like a stereotypical mockery of an African Tribal dance. It wasn't. It was a very stupid, silly dance that a child would be embarrassed to do. The man threw the plunger out of his hand, and spit the pebbles out of his mouth. He turned off the strobe light and the "Sounds of the Ocean: Singing Whales" MP3. None of it made sense, but then again, djinns are relatively incomprehensible to humanity. You see, Djinns are a mythological creature of Arabia, adopted into Islam as well. Djinn are creatures made of fire (The devil in Islam is a Djinn). Djinn and humanity are the only two creatures on earth that have free will AND intelligence. Compared to animals, which only have free will but no intelligence, and angels who have intelligence but no free will. Djinn tended to be a catch-all term for any supernatural events that a person would experience. Haunting, possessions, missing things or hallucinations. These were simply mean spirited Djinn, messing with what they considered a lesser specie, in the same way a child might bother a dog or a cat. Djinn, though, are able to transverse the universe. They can travel to heaven and hell, speak with angels and even God (if God so wills it). They have powers that seem amazing to humanity, but are really insignificant when compared to angels or, obviously, God. Most Djinn, just like most humans, are good. They simply live their lives, avoiding contact with humanity, going about their day to day. Some, as I've mentioned, are mean spirited or downright evil. Some, are really good and caring. Some, are just in bad circumstances. Like the Djinn that was trapped in Tim's basement that he found shortly after moving into his new home. A foreclosure, no one lived in the house for a few years. The Djinn trapped in the basement, from what Tim could gather, was bound there by another Djinn. Tim couldn't figure out why, but it seemed like something to do with this Djinn seducing the wife of another. Why a prison in suburbia, Tim couldn't guess. Over the years of hanging out with the Djinn, it seemed like Djinn didn't really like humans. At least this one treated him as a gross cockroach or an ugly cat covered in shit. At least this Djinn was a Buddhist, respecting Tim's life, all the while hating it. When Tim began to think this Djinn has powers, powers to grant his most irrational dream, Tim began to use his "grossness" to get the Djinn to do Tim a favor... You see, Tim was mildly autistic growing up. An issue that faded as Tim got older. It was mild enough that people simply thought of him as kinda weird. But those worlds that Tim would make up in his mind never really went away. Especially the worlds where Tim was the biggest, tallest, strongest, most well hung, testosterone filled pillar of manliness that this planet will ever see (who was also still growing bigger, taller, stronger, even more well hung, producing even MORE testosterone). This was a deep fetish for Tim. it didn't help that it was also his girlfriends fetish. His perfect girlfriend of more than a year. His strong, smart, voluptuous girlfriend, who fit that stereotype of the quite girl being a freak in the bedroom. She LOVED to roleplay him growing massive. It was a fetish that Tim introduced to her, and she loved it immediately. The idea of him (and even her, on some occasions) growing into massive abominations of beauty and lust. Reaching, then surpassing, the blinding beauty of pagan gods of old. Tim wasn't in a place to complain. Gratitude was something he needed a bit more of. He was 6'2", well built, bigger than average in his pants, successful, healthy, intelligent, funny. He was a catch. But it's hard to outgrow being that weird kid in high school. The self esteem issues of adolescence are a difficult to throw out, always hiding in the back of your mind, lashing out in places where you least expect them to. The ego is strange. "So...you want me to make you bigger?" "Yes." "How much bigger?" Tim paused. He never thought he'd ever have to make this choice. "I'm...not sure..." The Djinn smirked. Or did whatever was the equivalent of a temporal being that did not share any of it's mannerisms with humanity does when it comes up with a devious idea that transcends the human concepts of time and space. Actually, the Djinn had this idea for a while. A few years to a Djinn is nothing. The Djinn wanted to be sure the human was trusting and worn down enough for allow the Djinn to posses him. All the Djinn had to do was posses this human to break what bound him to Tim's basement, and then unpossess him. Possibly killing Tim. Whatever. The Djinn wasn't a very good Buddhist. Desire for freedom was something Djinn shared with humanity. We all have flaws, right? You eat hundreds of chickens to get swole, this Djinn kills one weirdo to get out of jail. "How about this..." The Djinn began, it's deviousness lost on Tim.