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EDIT: Story now includes an extended ending Hello everyone reading, this will be my second story post ever, hope it's good and I'll appreciate any feedback I would like to state up-front that I don't intend to make a sequel to it, but I might play with the Venom theme in other future stories since the Symbiote lends itself well for muscle growth storylines. Sadly I didn't have the time make visuals for this story too, but I do really like adding a couple of illustrations for stories, so if anyone can and would like to contribute scenes to add to the story feel free to hit me up or post below and I'll integrate it Spidey and Venom’s Experiment It had been a while since Spider-Man and Venom had been enemies, they or better said, Peter and Eddie had somehow come to become something akin to acquaintances or maybe even friends. This came about after a few times when the duo had had to join forces against a common enemy. As much as Venom hated Spider-Man, he was also extremely dominant about his own territory and his prey and didn’t like the idea of anyone taking over his turf, but even more than that, anyone but him getting to take the Spider-Man made his blood boil. And as strong as Venom was on his own, he had reluctantly accepted Spider-Man’s help on more than one occasion when faced with an overwhelming opponent. After a few times, the tension between the two had managed to simmer down a little and they slowly started to talk more with each other as opposed to always being at each other’s throats, after all, sharing intel was important in keeping an upper hand on anyone who had it in for New York. _______________________________________________________________________ Peter and Eddie’s little alliance started to develop into something more like friendship as time went by and each started to forget the things that had made them sworn enemies in the past, and most oddly was that the Symbiote had its influence on Eddie reduce over time and as such it couldn’t rile his emotions up as much anymore against the Spider-Man and practically became nothing more than an extension of and under the control of Eddie as the Venom rather than a sentient entity with a will of its own. ‘Eddie’s become a pretty cool guy this past year’ Peter thought as he was pulling a t-shirt over his head. He was getting ready to meet with Eddie; they had been hanging out for non-superhero related reasons more often as of late. Peter was going to go to over to Eddie’s place for a movie night. He was really curious to see Eddie’s place since it would be his first time there. ‘Okay, all done here, better get going before I’m late again’ Peter thought while grabbing his keys and heading towards the door, glancing at the clock on the way out which read 21:07. _______________________________________________________________________ As Eddie put the bag of sweet popcorn in the microwave and saw 21:51 on the screen he said to no one in particular ‘that twig is late again as always’ as he grinned a bit from the corner of his mouth. Eddie had taken a liking to calling Peter ‘twig’ due to his lithe body, Peter wasn’t a fan at first but has grown used to it since. Eddie liked calling Peter this in part because he himself was a pretty built guy at 1,90m (6’3”) and 104kg of muscle, he was thick, broad, well-shaped and tall to boot, he couldn’t resist making fun of Peter’s small size in comparison, but in part he also found Peter’s lithe body interesting in a way, he couldn’t explain it. He would just sometimes stare aimlessly at Peter’s body, following its contours and shape, mapping it all out, looking him up and down, it just made him a little warm inside and he didn’t know why but he liked it, not that he would ever admit it to Peter. As his thoughts drifted off he started to think how it had been a while since he had heard the Symbiote’s voice in his mind, It had stopped really taking over and Eddie had for all intents and purposes gained full control over the Symbiote’s powers now. It had struck him as weird but there was just so much he didn’t know about the creature that there was just no way to know why It’s consciousness had just faded away, maybe too much time bonded with another creature with a distinct personality? Who knows, but he did wonder ‘if I have full control over Its powers now I wonder what all It can do, It didn’t exactly come with an instructions manual’ as he was playing with some of the goo around his hand, changing its shape randomly. Ding dong, ding dong ‘So he’s finally here’ Eddie said as he left the popcorn to do its thing and headed towards the door. ‘Well hello, was starting to wonder where you had ended up, thought maybe the wind blew you away’ said Eddie with a sarcastic tone. Peter just rolled his eyes and entered the apartment panting a little ‘Sorry, I left the house late, got all the way downstairs, then realised I forgot the key to my bike’s lock, so had to go back up then down again’ Peter just slouched unto the sofa. ‘I’m sorry but can I bother you for some water?’ he asked Eddie. ‘Sure lemme get you some...’ he said trailing off all the while not taking his eyes off of the sweat-drenched t-shirt sticking to Peter’s figure. ‘Here you go twig’ gulp gulp gulp ahhh ‘Bless you muscle man!’. Eddie burst into laughter ‘Muscle man?!’ ‘Yeah, figured if you’re going to call me twig all the time I should have a name for you as well’ Peter said in a sarcastic tone. ‘Well well, look at that, Peter Parker giving me sass’ Eddie said as he got close to Peter climbing onto the sofa kneeling with one leg on either side of Peter's, and gently lifting Peter’s shirt off of him leaving him in nothing but his shorts. ‘You can’t be wearing this drenched thing on my sofa’ Eddie told Peter who in turn replied ‘Sorry about that, I biked as fast as I could’. ‘It’s cool, it’s a hot day anyway and I don’t have an AC sadly, besides I have plenty of laundry to do, now I have even more of an excuse’ Eddie said while taking off his own tank top he was wearing and tossing it into the washer with Peter’s t-shirt and a basket of laundry. Now standing there was the big brute in nothing but his boxers and socks, which didn’t go unnoticed by Peter who tried to play it off as best as he could. ‘Nice place you got here by the way muscle man’-Peter Chuckling ‘You’re gonna keep that up aren’t you twig?’-Eddie ‘Yep’-Peter ‘Yeah it’s a nice place and for $1105 a month, a fantastic deal here in NYC’-Eddie ‘1-1-0-5??!! That’s cheaper than my place!’-Peter Wink ‘I know’-Eddie ‘Ugh no fair, but I’m glad for you’-Peter ‘So, back to the theme of the night, what movie are we watching?’ said Eddie as he threw himself unto the sofa with Peter ‘How about the new Batman movie?’-Peter ‘Ohhhh with Bane in it right? Yes!!!’ Eddie said with a certain excitement Eddie wasn’t just buff for fun, he had a thing for muscle, he found it beautiful and sexy on himself but also to admire, just taking a look around his small apartment one could see several posters of bodybuilders and lame inspirational gymrat quotes like ‘NO excuses!’. As well as a weight rack and bench in one corner with dumbbells on the floor around it. _______________________________________________________________________ ‘That was awesome’-Peter ‘Yeah, especially Bane and that venom he uses’-Eddie ‘So that’s how you got so big huh? You named your alter-ego with the Symbiote Venom because you got your hands on some of Bane’s venom? wink’ said Peter in a mocking tone ‘Hey!’ striking a double-bicep pose sitting down ‘These are all-natural and I got them long before the Symbiote came along’ said Eddie with lots of pride Peter was taken aback by the pose, it was certainly a sight to see, especially those hairy armpits of Eddie’s which looked like caves with huge lats behind them, framed by the thickest arms Peter had ever seen so up-close, he gulped but he wasn’t gonna let Eddie know he was impressed or Eddie would hold that over his head for eternity. But at that point Peter did feel a bit disappointed though that he wasn’t in a bit better shape to feel more confident, he knew Eddie didn’t call him twig or showed off to hurt him but to boost his own ego but it did get to Peter sometimes, the jealousy. He would just like to experience having a body that impressive just once. As Peter came back from his detour into his thoughts he found himself eye to eye with a curious-looking Eddie who was analysing his guest quite in-depth. ‘Geez, what?’-Peter Stares intensely for a bit ‘Did I hurt your feelings?’-Eddie ‘Shit, he figured me out that easily? I really need to stop giving away my emotions so easily’ Peter thought to himself in a fit of surprise. ‘Nah don’t worry about it’-Peter ‘You’re lying to me Peter’-Eddie ‘You almost never call me Peter’-Peter ‘I thought that would catch your attention, or at the very least not add oil to the fire’-Eddie ‘You’re too smart for your own good, be dumb and buff’-Peter ‘You wish, so are you gonna tell me or are you gonna tell me anyways but after I pry it out of you?’-Eddie ‘Fine... you didn’t really hurt me just so you know, I just get a little insecure sometimes, I mean you look pretty impressive and I’m just a ‘twig’ and it can be something I wonder sometimes like ‘man how is it to be that big?’ You know?’-Peter ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to call you that to chip at your confidence’ said Eddie with genuine remorse. Chuckling ‘Calm down Ed, I know that, it’s not your fault my mind runs amuck’-Peter ‘Don’t worry about it, can I go use your washroom though? I really need to pee after everything I drank’-Peter ‘Oh yeah, sure there pointing door to your left’-Eddie ‘Thanks! Be right back’-Peter _______________________________________________________________________ ‘Man didn’t mean to make Pete feel bad, wish there was something I could do though to boost his confidence, but muscles aren’t something you can get just instantly’ Eddie thought to himself. ‘Wish I had some of that venom Bane had. Or at least knew how to make it. I mean it’s probably some kind of steroid, and I can get my hands on those but again not instant enough, would still take months of work. So venom must be like a super steroid, hmmmm....’ ‘Okay so steroids work by introducing excess amounts of testosterone into the body as well as other hormones, which are mainly produced in the gonads, hence why your balls shrink on a cycle, they stop working in response to the excess....’ ‘maybe if there was a way to stimulate his body to do it on its own it would work but how? UGH!’ Eddie thought, rubbing his hair in frustration. Then it came to him ‘I wonder how much control I have over the Symbiote? I mean I know it can physically affect the human body, that’s how it used to control me and affect my emotions, and those are controlled by hormones breathes deeply I can do this....’ _______________________________________________________________________ ‘Man I feel like I have been freed from a prison’ Peter said as he sat back down with Eddie. ‘What’s up?’-Peter ‘Pete, you said you wondered what having a muscular body would be like right? Would you really want to have one if you could?’-Eddie ‘That came out of left field’ Peter thought but still replied with ‘I guess so, it IS really impressive and I guess it would just be an interesting experience, but building a body like that would take more time than I have’ ‘Okay, do you trust me?’-Eddie ‘What?’-Peter ‘Do, you, trust, meh?’ Eddie asked again in a playfully annoyed voice with a grin on his face ‘Yeah, of course, why the sudden question though?’-Peter ‘I can give you that body if you would want to try what I have in mind, it’s weird but I think I can do it if you want to of course’-Eddie ‘What? Really?! Has he gone crazy? Have I gone crazy? Why am I so excited, it can’t be, but I don’t believe Eddie would lie to me, especially not about something like this’ Peter thought to himself ‘So, will you trust me?’ Eddie asked again, sounding fully honest ‘Okay, I’m yours, what do you have in mind?’-Peter ‘So, I was thinking, steroids work by enhancing the naturally produced hormones in the male body...’-Eddie ‘Yo, Ed I don’t want to do steroids’-Peter Sigh ‘Could you let me explain and THEN give your opinion?’ said Eddie in an annoyed voice ‘Sorry, go on I guess...’-Peter ‘So as I was saying, it supplements what your body naturally has and does, and I was thinking back about Bane and his venom, how it goes straight into his bloodstream and makes him grow like it’s a super-concentrated amount of the hormones which have an instant effect’-Eddie ‘Uhu... continue?’-Peter ‘Stay with me, so I was thinking how could I achieve a similar effect in your body maybe. Then it came to me, the Symbiote, it controlled us, our emotions and behaviour when we were with it remember? It has the ability to modify our hormones, so maybe I can use it in a different way, to affect other hormones’-Eddie Peter made a face of sudden realisation and interest ‘Ha! See! So now that I have full control over the Symbiote, I think, if you are up for it I can send it into your body and make your body make itself more muscular by changing how it works’-Eddie ‘That’s, that’s, that’s actually quite genius that you came up with this’-Peter Grinning widely ‘Hey, I’m brawn AND brain, cut me some slack’ -Eddie _______________________________________________________________________ ‘Hmm.... okay, honestly I’m still unsure, but... I trust you, I’m all up for this, what do you need me to do?’-Peter ‘Great! I know I can do this, for you at least. Okay well the primary hormone for muscle growth is testosterone, right? That’s produced in your balls, so this is weird, but I will need you to take your pants off’ Eddie said hesitantly Eddie was confident this method would turn Peter away from trying it but to his surprise, Peter gave a grunt but then reluctantly took off his pants and underwear and sat back down ‘Okay do your thing’-Peter ‘You really trust me that much?’-Eddie ‘Yep, so you better not disappoint me’ Peter said candidly Grinning ‘Okay’ -Eddie Eddie raised his hand and the Venom goo started to coalesce on his right hand, he then brought it down to Peter’s cock, and suddenly the Venom lurched towards the piss-slit entering Peter more forcefully than he had anticipated, he screamed at first but shortly after started squirming and moaning. Eddie watched, taken aback by how much his heart pounded seeing Peter like this, wrapped in painful bliss with his dick rock-hard. The Venom kept making its way inside Peter until it reached the balls and started accumulating. Peter lurched again as his balls started swelling, to the size of hen eggs, then slowly into lemons, then into the size of oranges, it was mesmerising. Once they were full and plump Eddie commanded it with his mind to surge Peter’s body with a new compound they would modify from Peter’s own testosterone and that’s when it started. ‘Ah, Ahhh, AHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!!!’-Peter ‘What’s wro...’-Eddie Eddie didn’t need Peter’s reply to get an answer, he stared as veins started to bulge, starting at the ballsack, swelling thick as rope and moving their way upwards, onto Peter’s shaft. Up his crotch onto his abs. Down his quads, and that’s when the growth started. ‘Wow .... ‘-Eddie Eddie saw as the thick veins he saw expanding like the root system of a plant, turning dark as if tar was following through them instead of red blood. Which was followed by the sudden but slight growth of whichever muscle the black liquid reached through the new network of veins. It was an amazing sight. First the quads, they swelled a bit bigger, then a bit more, it came in waves. ‘AHHH UGH NGH UGHHHH!!!!’-Peter Then suddenly the growth bursts got more intense, Peter’s legs went from those of a guy that regularly biked to those of a sprinter, then to those of Robert Forstermann. The quads and calves swelled like balloons, Eddie enthralled by all the individual muscle heads, the striations and the veins that only grew thicker. Moreover, the after-pulse left in them only made the whole thing more surreal and, well, arousing to his sudden realisation. ‘Holy shit Peter ...’ Eddie trailed off as the growth continued, Peter only panting heavily. The growth next went up his abs, the veins growing thicker all of a sudden. GROAN-Peter Each of the individual mounds of the abs started to pulse, thicker and thicker each time till they protruded enough that you could hide your finger in the grooves between them. Eddie was especially turned on by Peter’s particular ab arrangement. His bottom 4 ab mounds had joined in a somewhat U shape with 4 more individual ones above it, making Eddie feel a chill down his spine as he started sweating from everything he is seeing. The growth hit his obliques and apollo’s belt next, making them swell into thick masses gorgeously shaped and framing Peter’s fantastic overly developed. ‘NGH YEAH!’-Peter As Peter was getting into the transformation, his lats were next affected, the body seemingly reacting stronger and stronger to the new hormone in contrast to the slow growth of his legs the lats simply burst outwards, huge, meaty, veiny and striated drawing a hellish scream from Peter’s mouth. They spread like wings and were enormous like a body builder’s lats, they glistened with Peter’s armpit sweat and were decorated by a gorgeous armpit with a beautiful tuft of brown hair. SCREAM ‘OH GOD! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO MUCH! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP EDDIE!’ Peter said as tears welled in his eyes. ‘I can’t Peter, I’m sorry I’m sorry, the hormone is already flowing through your system it’s not my Symbiote anymore doing anything’ Eddie said in a very worried and apologetic voice as he saw that Peter was truly in pain. Next the black veins reached Peter’s pecs which also burst forward into two huge mounds of pure manliness, giving Peter a cleavage any man, and woman, would be jealous of, they were monstrous and well-rounded, thick enough that they’d make you drool, and each crowned with a thick, delicious nipple that seemed to have grown bigger as well, getting as thick as a finger sticking out about 3 centimetres, aiming almost straight down. Eddie could only stare dumbfounded at Peter’s developing body, some drool escaping his mouth which hung ajar. The growth intensified as the veins raged thicker and darker from the pecs onto his shoulders, down his arms, and up his neck. ‘You’re almost there Peter, hang in there’-Eddie The deltoids on Peter swelled into huge round spheres to the sound of Peter’s screams as the growth moved down his arms. First, the triceps swelled in two stages becoming engorged into a ridiculously thick horseshoe shape, with the long head growing especially large. Then came the biceps blowing up into a solid ball like a softball ball but with a vein running on top of it that looked like a snake with how thick it was, the throbbing and swirling it came with adding to the likeness of a snake. Finally, the growth reached his forearms as they thickened with cords of muscles, swelling nearly as thick as the biceps themselves, rough and manly Eddie thought to himself. They looked like Peter’s hands could crush diamonds with forearms that large, they would give most guy’s legs a challenge. Lastly, the growth reached Peter’s traps, whom at this point was red in the face, panting drooling and screaming from the pain he was going through. His traps swelled and grew from his shoulders down his back, it was large and plump, joining up with his neck but not overwhelming it so it still looked like distinctive parts of Peter’s anatomy. And then suddenly Peter breathed a breath of relief and seemed to have passed out, his veins started to turn back from black to pale green and skin coloured but not losing any volume, still looking sickly engorged like roots atop his muscles. ‘Peter, Peter, are you okay?’ said Eddie to his friend who seemed to be out cold. His chest heaved up and down so at least Eddie was sure Peter was alive. However, just as Eddie thought the transformation was over, the final growth seemed to be hitting Peter’s dick which was a nicely average 14cm (5,5”) but soon started ballooning larger and larger to Eddie’s shock who was right in front of it as he had been squatting this whole time in front of Peter who was on the couch. ‘Holy shit,....... that thing must be 18cm now? 22? 25?!’-Eddie said, mouth agape The growth finally seemed to stop somewhere around 30cm (12”) long and 20cm (8”) in circumference, with balls that had swollen to match as well, about as big as a grapefruit. The massive thing just stood there hard and bobbing lightly up and down in front of Eddie while slowly going limp. Eddie had never thought of himself as gay, but after seeing Peter transform, and definitely after seeing his dick grow into this behemoth he was experiencing all kinds of feelings he had never felt before or at least not in this context or combination, lust, wanting, fear, confusion, curiosity, jealousy, especially jealousy. Eddie was 1,90m (6’3”) and 104kg of muscle, Peter’s about 178cm (5’10”) and used to be maybe 77kg at best, but now, Eddie was guessing he might weigh nearly as much if not more than he did himself. Peter was now a freak, he’d give a professional bodybuilder a run for their money. He was jacked to hell and probably no more than 6% body fat to boot, you could see every vein, every striation, every individual muscle group, it was like an anatomical model intended for medical school except the muscle mass was cranked up to the max, Eddie had never before been intimidated by anyone, at least not anyone he knew in person, but now Peter was the one guy to make him insecure about his own size.... and maybe some other feelings as well? _______________________________________________________________________ ‘Peter, Peter!’ Eddie said in a worried tone, it had been about an hour since Peter had transformed and passed out and Eddie was starting to get anxious. ‘Pete, please wake up’ Eddie said again to the seemingly unconscious muscle-giant that was Peter with angst in his voice. Peter’s eyes snap open ‘Peter? I’m so happy you’re awa...’ said Eddie, trailing off as he realised Peter’s eyes were entirely unresponsive and blank when suddenly Peter launched himself from the couch grabbing Eddie quicker than his brain could process, slamming him onto the floor. ‘PETER WHAT’S GOING ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!?!’ Eddie yelled in fear towards the unresponsive Peter who was now pinning Eddie’s legs open. The beast then proceeded to rip Eddie’s boxers right off, exposing his ass which Peter seemed to have locked his eyes on. ‘NO, PETER PLEASE, I’M SORRY I DID THIS TO YOU, PLEASE FORGIVE ME, DON’T DO THIS!!!’Eddie screamed as he desperately clawed at his formerly kind and gentle friend, he feared both what was about to be done to his body as well as having destroyed his best friend, the realisation that he really loved Peter dearly coming forward in his mind, Peter being the only person who ever got to really know him in-depth even though they were enemies at one point it never stopped Peter from being kind to him after they settled their differences even when Eddie seemed to still doubt Peter’s intentions for a very long time before he got comfortable with his presence Peter never seemed to put up any defences against Eddie. Suddenly, Eddie felt a sudden and piercing pain like a bone being broken coming from his behind as the beastly Peter shoved his monstrous dick up his ass without any semblance of lubricant, or tact, forcing his hole open wider than it was ever meant to, impaling him down to the balls in a fraction of a second. Then Peter started pounding like a machine that was designed to drill through rocks, he pounded Eddie like he wanted to kill him with his dick, and his face like an angry beast sure gave Eddie that idea. This drew a most gut-wrenching scream from Eddie who was crying at this point and had a frightened face like that of a child. This sight seems to have been the one thing to bring Peter back from wherever he had been lost in his mind, his pupils shrinking again and his eyes becoming focused. ‘Eddie? What the... What happened to me, my arms why are they so huge why.... EDDIE?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!?!?! WHAT AM I DOING TO YOU, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!!!!’ Said Peter in remorseful shock, but as he attempted to pull his titanic pole out of Eddie the pleasure he had been unaware of suddenly rocked him down to his core, his eyes rolling into the back of their sockets and he roared the most erotic moan anyone had ever heard and unloaded a cumshot into Eddie making the latter grunt and moan as the what seemed like a litre of cum filled him up to his stomach. As the bliss subsided Peter seemed to be coming back to his senses. ‘I’m... I’m so sorry Eddie, please forgive me I’ll pul... FUUUUCK!!!’ Peter couldn’t finish his sentence, while he was trying to pull out of Eddie, suddenly Eddie’s ass grabbed unto the mammoth dick like a vice, it felt amazing but nearly painful to Peter as he looked down to see what the hell could be going on when he saw what was happening to Eddie. Eddie let out a guttural roar as his body exploded, all his muscles suddenly engorged even larger, they expanded in every direction as veins as thick as power cords swelled under his skin feeding the muscles with unimaginable size, some of these veins coloured black in some points and slowly transitioning into grey and normal colour. His already impressive build expanded in waves, quickly approaching Peter’s current size, then quickly overtaking it, after what seemed like 10 powerful pulses of pure power the growth seemed to have stopped. ‘Christ...’ Peter whispered under his breath in shock and amazement, as his cock, which was actually now even harder than in his berserker stage earlier, was expelled from Eddie’s ass. If Peter was a beast after his transformation, then Eddie was a thing from mythology. His muscles appeared to be almost twice as large as Peter’s. If Peter would give a pro body builder a run for their money, then Eddie would reign supreme as Mr. Olympia, uncontested for as long as he lived. His arms were massive, his deltoids were like sculpted marble spheres, his abs reminiscent of an old European cobblestone street, his legs so large they begged the question whether he’d ever be able to wear pants again, and his cock, lord, his cock must have been at least 25cm (10”) in circumference and 40cm (16”) long, it was massive, could even beat a few gym regulars to a flex off, it was a grotesque thing. ‘Peter?’ came Eddie’s voice, sounding disoriented and scared. ‘Eddie! Are you...’ Peter trailed off, he had extended his hand to help Eddie but now he slowly pulled it back, ashamed and scared of what he had done to Eddie, he broke down into tears slumping unto his knees. He was sorry he betrayed his friend, he was sorry he raped him, he was sorry he had caused such a face scared for his life to be plastered on his friend's face when he came to his senses, he was sorry he had probably caused him physical damage with the monster he’d impaled him with, and he was sorry he had now turned him into a real freak, Peter at least was still human-like, but Eddie would never be a normal person anymore. He could never be forgiven. ‘Peter, PETER! WHAT’S WRONG? Don’t cry, please don’t cry’ Said Eddie as he ran towards his friend attempting to embrace him. Pushing Eddie away ‘DON’T TOUCH ME!!! I raped you, and now I made you into a monster, I’m sorry, don’t touch me, I’m not worth living...’ Peter cried in shame as he rolled himself into the tiniest ball he could make himself into. However, Eddie reached for him, and struck him across his face with the back of his hand, then again the other way now. With a face in surprise (not just surprise but also because that slap was carrying even more of a punch coming from the behemoth that was Eddie now) Peter looked up to Eddie who had a face of pure fury but pained at the same time. ‘Shut your mouth and don’t ever say that again’-Eddie ‘First of all, I was the one who experimented on you first, anything that happened therefrom was my fault’-Eddie ‘SECONDLY, I don’t care what happens, ever, you are never to say again that you aren’t worth living, or I’ll beat you bloody and senseless myself until your brain starts functioning properly again’-Eddie ‘GOT IT?!?!’ Yelled Eddie at Peter who winced at the loud words, still taken aback by what has happened, and more so as Eddie started to cry staring right into his soul. Slumping down in front of Peter ‘Just stay the Peter that I know okay, I thought I had lost you there for a bit’ Said Eddie as he hugged Peter, crying his eyes out. ‘Sorry I worried you...’-Peter ‘Don’t apologise dumbass, I did it to you... I was scared I got rid of you’-Eddie ‘Still, I can see I worried you quite a bit’-Peter ‘Of course, I love you...’-Eddie eyes widened, fake coughing ‘Well I love you too, of course, you’re practically a brother to me’-Peter ‘And what if I thought of you as more than just a brother?’ Said Eddie in a monotone fashion looking straight into Peter’s eyes. ‘WhA? UhM you’re just still a bit confused and emotional Eddie, I think yo...’-Peter ‘Not really, I meant what I said and I’m very certain of what I meant’-Eddie ‘.............’-Peter ‘I know what I feel, I’m not crazy, I’m brain AND brawn remember? And you don’t have to reciprocate the feeling, I actually used to be very wary of you at first, I’ve never really been very close to anyone, and certainly didn’t have an interest in finding that in someone I hated as much as you.... but that changed....’-Eddie ‘I'd been feeling weird towards you for a while now, I just didn’t know what it was, it was all new to me, but seeing you transform.... I guess it finally pushed me over the edge.... my brain was overloaded, my heart was pounding, and I can’t even admit the thoughts I had about your body while watching it, one I will admit though for your sake is that I don’t regret what you did to me when you went berserk...... I might have even enjoyed it more than I should have..........’-Eddie Peter’s mouth hung agape and his eyes were as large as the world, whilst Eddie was turning red as a beet at the confession he had just made. .......................... Mustering up the courage to break the silence ‘I see.... well I can’t say I dislike how you look now, you are even more impressive now, but at least now I don’t have to be insecure around you’-Peter Pointing at his body ‘You like THIS?’ Said Eddie surprised, he thought he was too much now for anyone to find attractive but his worries have just been blown away with the words from the guy he was in love with ‘I mean... I’m hoping you like what you see too?’-Peter ‘From what I said earlier you should know the answer to that is yes twig’ Eddie said sarcastically ‘Besides, I liked it even before the extra meat’-Eddie Flexing his arm ‘More like a sturdy tree than a twig now don’t you think?’ Peter said with a smirk Doing a double bicep pose ‘Eh still looks like a twig compared to THESE’ Eddie said arrogantly but in good fun Bringing his right hand to his cheek, arm supported on his crossed legs ‘Great, I could make men and women cream themselves from just looking at me and I STILL can’t impress you!’ Peter said with a bit of sarcastic annoyance in his voice ‘Still, I know why I grew, but what happened to you?’-Peter ‘Not that I’m complaining about it....’-Peter ‘I think maybe the hormones I made the Symbiote create inside you, maybe there were leftover in your balls after the transformation so it was in your cum, and when you came in me, in that volume it reacted with the Symbiote inside me and had an explosive effect’-Eddie ‘And trust me I’m not complaining either because at least now I’m strong enough to take on that crazed fucking of yours again and actually enjoy it instead of fearing for my life, I almost got fucked to death by a muscle rage machine’ Eddie said with a mischievous look. ‘I’m sorry about that...’-Peter ‘You can make it up to me by giving me a second chance to prove myself’ Eddie said sarcastically. ‘I think your new muscles came with extra arrogance too’ Peter said sounding slightly annoyed but intrigued by Eddie. ‘Oh no, whatever shall I do, could you help me with that oh Spider-Man?’-Eddie Quickly grabbing Eddie and bringing him in close face to face to a dead-serious face, surprising even the overconfident Eddie, Peter whispered into his left ear ‘I will teach you that every hero has a bad side....’ as he heard these words Eddie felt the enormous meat Peter had now become hard below him even lifting him just slightly off of the floor. Gulp ‘I think I did create a monster in the end’ Eddie thought to himself. With hungry eyes and a shallow breath coming from his mouth Peter grabbed Eddie and flipped him right over. Eddie could barely grasp what was going on before he felt his hips being pulled up, ass in air and knees on the cold floor. His own massive cock becoming rock-hard within moments slapping his torso forcefully, the head reaching just shy of his cleavage, however, he was still extremely nervous after his ‘traumatic’ experience with Peter’s new and improved dick when he had transformed. Although he quickly started to lose focus on that as he felt a moist tongue suddenly penetrating him without remorse, exploring his insides with the conviction one would explore uncharted territory with. MOAN ‘Ohhh Pete, Pete-er, I haven’t done this before go a little easi-AAaaAoON me’-Eddie *SLURP* Peter pulling his tongue out of Eddie ‘Never huh? I honestly wouldn’t believe you if I didn’t know you as well as I do because the face you're making right now tells me you wouldn’t be able to live without it’ Said Peter in a playful cocky tone. ‘Shut up, don’t think just because you’re a bit more buff now that I’ll be your playthi-High pitched whimper’ Eddie tried to confidently put out as Peter suddenly sucked on his hole forcefully ‘Oh really?’ Said Peter in a sarcastic tone while licking his lips ‘Well that pitch you just hit would beg to differ’ –Peter ‘Don’t mess with me twig!’ Said Eddie clearly a few shades redder than he was just a few seconds ago 'Hmm.. so even a guy like you can become flustered....' Peter thought to himself taken aback by the adorable expression on that muscle freak's face ‘Then, prove it mu-scle-man’-Peter Eddie couldn’t take the humiliation anymore, he was the dominant one out of the two of them, not Peter, he couldn’t believe how much control Peter had over him just by giving him a rimjob, he had to turn the tables on him before he loses control to Peter, if there is one thing stronger than Eddie’s lust (besides his new and improved muscles) it was his ego. He quickly grabbed Peter with his legs in a leg cradle move bringing him down to the ground then turning around and pinning him in place. Being on top of Peter like this, having the control again Eddie understood why Peter was enjoying it so much, and his titanic cock agreed. ‘Come on, I was just starting to enjoy it....’ Said Peter dispirited ‘Well, I have an idea for something you might enjoy, I know I will at least’ Said Eddie with a lustful look, propping Peter’s legs up on his own shoulders and placing the head of his cock on Peter’s hole ‘Hey, Ed, you’re not serious right?’-Peter Smirking –Eddie ‘Ed, no, you can’t put that thing in me, mine almost broke you and mine’s still human-ish, you can’t be serious’ Said Peter clearly worried Eddie accumulated saliva in his mouth before pouring it over his massive pole, lubricating its length up and down and starting to move in closer to Peter, as close as he could without entering him. Peter was sweating profusely at this point and was starting to freak out. ‘Yo, YO, YO, YO ED, you can’t be serious, you’re gonna kill me with that thing!’-Peter Grabbing Peter’s cock and kissing it ‘Don’t worry, I took yours when I was normal, I’m pretty sure that new body of yours can take much worse than this, I mean what else are these delicious Groping Peter’s Pecs Roughly muscles good for then, you musclebound spider?’ Said Eddie arrogantly with an almost evil look in his eyes That’s when Eddie grabbed Peter by the shoulders and started pushing Peter unto his monster shaft, swiftly penetrating him down to his balls in one smooth controlled movement, all 40cm (16”) of it, knocking the wind out of Peter. The thing’s head had ended up two-thirds of the way up Peter’s oesophagus. He was almost choking on Eddie’s dick but from the wrong end. When he reached all the way inside Eddie collapsed partially unto Peter below him, it felt amazing, no, more than amazing, it was indescribable, it fucked Eddie up, his best judgement was a small boat in the storming state that his mind was in right now and Peter was going to pay dearly for it as he started to pull out of Peter. ‘SHIIIIIIT, NGHHH UHHH!!!!’ Peter yelled in erotic fury, his mind going blank from the pleasure. When Eddie had pulled out about three quarters of the way, he then mercilessly slammed the whole length back in in one shot. Drawing a perverted and painful scream from his victim. This only feeding more into the animalistic side of Eddie that had taken over. The old Venom had nothing on the sadistic sexual hunger that Eddie embodied right at this moment, in fact, it would have seemed quite tame in comparison. Eddie, with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face, started to progressively pull out about halfway then ram Peter’s hole full throttle, picking up the pace with each audible WHACK! that echoed through the room followed by a loud moan that could only be described as immoral. As Eddie had let himself fall into hedonistic depravity, an hour and a half in, he was pounding Peter in the bulldog position as if he was trying to make minced meat out of the poor boy, the amazing Spider-Man had been reduced to nothing more than a muscle-bound nearly sexually-comatose fleshlight for the Venom. He had fucked him doggy, pile driver, jockey. Up, down, and side-to-side, on his back, on his knees, on his stomach, up-side-down. Peter’s asshole didn’t even function anymore and he was starting to wonder if his prostate had been obliterated. Every attempt at a protest or for a rest-stop out of Peter’s mouth was quashed by Eddie giving him a harder than normal fuck shutting him right up. Peter couldn’t hold out much longer. ‘Ed, I... UGH! I can’t GAHHH FUCK! EDDIE I’M FUCK FUCK FUUUCK’-Peter ‘Just shut up and just let me make you mine, only mine...’ Eddie whispered into Peter’s ear as he carry-fucked him, moving him up and down like a glorified fleshlight His words made Peter’s eyes light up like stars on a clear night and that’s when he reached his limit ‘FUUUUUUUCK!!!’ Peter said as Eddie rammed his asshole one last time ‘NO you WON’T!’ Eddie said as he grabbed onto Peter’s cock with his mouth sucking down so hard it locked him unto it and that’s when it happened. Peter roared as a massive load shut up flooding Eddie’s throat so forcefully he almost let go, but he was steadfast and sucked even harder, then it happened again, and again, 8 huge shots. Eddie’s stomach had distended a bit just from the volume as if he had been in an eating competition. By the time he let go, Peter was drenched in sweat from the orgasm he had and Eddie was exhausted and nauseous from the cum he just drank. From the exhaustion he let go of Peter, he was held up by Eddie’s pole still inside him but as Eddie started to go limp he slid down and off of his dick falling to the floor exhausted, Eddie came crashing down on his own as well, one arm on either side of Peter just barely holding him up, and as Peter looked straight at the musclegod that just fucked him to heaven, hell, and back, Eddie, with his mouth still full of Peter’s cum, grabbed him and gave him a french kiss that should be written down in history books, coating Peter’s mouth and forcing him to swallow his own cum, their tongues wrestling each other as if it were an Olympic match. After what seemed like 20 minutes of ferociously eating each other’s tongues they finally broke the kiss to the sound of cum dripping onto the floor. ‘Holy shit’ Said Peter, his body shaking slightly ‘You’re all mine Spidey, don’t forget that’ Said Eddie in an arrogant tone but with soft eyes that betrayed his words with his true meaning. -------The End------

OK here goes. The final chapter... Chapter Twelve The audience members of the bodybuilding show at the Annual Superpower Games were now all standing up, gathering their things and making their way to exit the arena. Most of them were chatting excitedly about what had been an incredible bodybuilding competition, with most of the talk was about two of the competitors; the incredible Mikey M, who they’d watched transform from an ordinary sized lad into a 300 lbs muscle freak, and famous American pro bodybuilder Jackson James Jones. Or at least, someone who was in the body of him. Chuck Carter, however, had other plans. He had to get back to his boyfriend Timmy Tate. He got out of his chair and hung back as the theatre emptied. When he was sure that no one was looking, his superpower kicked in and worked it’s magic. He headed straight to the steps at the right side of the stage, casually strolled across it and exited at the back, leading him straight into the pump room area. He walked straight past The Human Road Map and Bicycle Pump Boy, bit his lip at the sight of the glorious twenty-four stomach muscles popping out of Mr Amazing Abs’ midsection and darted his eyes to the floor to avoid being hypnotised when The Irresistible Ass Man suddenly turned his back to him Jackson, Mikey, and his smaller but sexy friend were all huddled together. Jackson was putting on his tracksuit bottoms. Mikey was already fully clothed and his black bag was thrown over his shoulder; the very bag Chuck had sneakily opened just a few hours before, while Mikey and the other lads had been on stage during prejudging. Chuck very much doubted that Mikey had had time to change in the short time since he’d left the stage, meaning that he was probably still wearing the shiny pink posing trunks under his trousers. He thought he’d have to hang around in the pump room for a little while, but the three lads seemed rather eager to leave. “I’m about twenty minutes on the tube,” Chuck heard Mikey’s friend say to Jackson as he got closer. “Brilliant,” he replied. He was positively beaming. Chuck’s chest expanded with excitement. Was it possible that all three lads were leaving together? “Wait! Let me just say bye to Shaun,” Mikey’s friend said. “No worries, Pete,” Mikey replied. Pete swivelled round and rushed straight passed Chuck without acknowledging him. “AWESOME posedown, Mikey,” Jackson said. He was grinning at Mikey with the sexiest, most flirtatious grin. Chuck had suspected that something might be going on between these two guys with all the touching in the posedown, not to mention the fact they had both been bulging out of their posing trunks to an outrageous degree. But the way the two muscle monsters were both looking at each other now, and the incredible sexual tension that was filling the space between them, Chuck had absolutely no doubts about what was happening between them. Or what was about to happen. “It really WAS!” Mikey replied. “FUCK! That was even better than how I had imagined. And I’ve been imagining it. A LOT!” Jackson chuckled. “Ever imagine you’d be standing in front of Jackson James Jones?” “FUCK NO!” Mikey excitedly replied. Jackson grinned, but a moment later, it had faded, and Chuck noticed something else in his expression. A slight hint of sadness, which completely took Chuck by surprise. “Just remember what I said, yeah? I might not actually be the real Jackson James Jones.” “I know,” Mikey said, still grinning. Chuck noticed that Mikey really didn’t seem to mind much at all. Mikey's friend Pete returned to the scene. “Right, lads," he began. "You ready to go?” All three men were soon heading out of the pump room. Overcome with nerves and excitement, Chuck Carter followed them. He looked at Mikey’s obscenely developed ass bulging through the material of his tracksuit bottoms and smiled. He and his boyfriend Timmy were in for one hell of a night. * Chuck sighed and looked at the three men eagerly awaiting an explanation. “I followed you guys here from the show,” he began. “And then you broken into my flat?” Pete asked. “No! Well…not really,” he replied, struggling to explain himself. “Then how the hell did you get in?” Pete barked. Mikey was looking at Timmy, who was standing sheepishly at the end of Pete’s bed and something suddenly clicked in his brain. He leapt up and looked at the spot on the floor where Timmy was standing. “Wait a minute,” Mikey began, before Chuck could answer Pete’s question. “Where are my posing trunks?” Timmy’s face went scarlet and Chuck reached into his pocket. “They’re here.” He reached out his hand to Mikey, and, sure enough, balled into Chuck’s fist were Mikey’s bright pink posing trunks. “So you broke into my house and stole my mate’s posing trunks?” Pete asked. “I was gonna put ‘em back!”, Chuck pleaded anxiously. Mikey was staring at his beloved pink posers in his hands. They were now completely free of any of the tan stains and oil marks that they'd suffered during the bodybuilding competition. They even still smelt of the fabric conditioner he'd used to wash them in a few nights before. “But these haven’t been worn?” Mikey said. “What are you talking about, mate? You’ve been wearing them practically all day,” Pete said. “No, he hasn’t,” Chuck answered. “I knew they felt different!” Mikey exclaimed. “So, if you haven’t been wearing those, what have you been wearing?” Pete asked impatiently. Both Mikey and Chuck were looking at the man standing awkwardly at the end of Pete’s bed, now sheepishly looking at his feet. “I think we’re looking at him,” Mikey said. His mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “You’re Mr Inanimate Object!” Timmy looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “Yep,” he replied. “Wait!” The Ultimate Fantasy Man exclaimed. “I’ve heard of you! You can…” but Pete interrupted him and finished his sentence, “...turn into any inanimate object of your choice.” Timmy nodded, still deeply embarrassed at the situation. “A lamppost. A park bench. A coffee mug.” “A pair of pink posing trunks!”, Mikey added. Timmy nodded. Pete looked at Timmy and, for the first time since the two mysterious men had unexpectedly appeared in his bedroom, his face softened and his mouth turned into a grin. “You kinky bastard!" Timmy mischievously smirked, and then, much to all of the lad’s surprise, his whole body shrunk towards the floor and changed shape rapidly, until he had seemingly disappeared from view. Mikey, Pete and Jackson all climbed to the end of the bed where they saw, lying on the floor, where Timmy had been stood, a pair of crumpled up, bright pink posing trunks, identical to the ones Mikey had clutched in his hand, save for the tan stains. “Woah!” The Jackson impersonator muttered. “That is bloody awesome,” Pete exclaimed. And then, the mucky pink posing trunks started to squirm of their own accord, and out of the spot where they were sitting, a large shape emerged and formed until the fully sized figure of Timmy Tate, who was once again standing in front of them, this time looking a little less embarrassed, and even a little pleased himself. “So, all this time, you’ve been Mikey’s pink posing trunks?” Jackson asked. Timmy nodded. “Well…for the past few hours,” he replied. “And Mikey’s real trunks have been stuffed into your pocket!” Pete said, addressing Chuck. “But when did you swap them? And how?” Mikey added. “It really wasn’t that hard," Chuck replied. “Timmy transformed into a five pound note this morning and I put him in my pocket. Then we sneaked into the pump room. I didn’t know where I was going so I followed Mikey and Pete. If you haven't guessed already, me and Timmy are massive muscle fans. We’ve been to the show at the Annual Superpower Games for a few years now so we know how it all works. We knew that most of the competitors change their trunks in between the prejudging and finals. The plan wasn’t fool proof, obviously, but I knew there was a good chance I’d be able to find a pair of posers lurking somewhere backstage. And then I heard Pete telling The Irresistible Ass Man about Mikey’s pink posers hiding in his bag and…well, it was perfect! I waited for the bodybuilders to head out on the stage for prejudging, then went into Mikey’s bag - sorry, Mikey - put the five pound note, i.e. Timmy, next to the pink posers and watched him transform. Then I put Mikey’s real trunks into my pocket.” “You sneaky bugger,” Mikey replied, but far from being annoyed or angry, he looked impressed and amused. Chuck’s face softened and he grinned. “I was always gonna swap them back,” he explained. “Obviously we didn’t expect for this to happen.” “Wait!” Pete interrupted. “You said you heard me talking about Mikey’s pink posers? But I didn’t see you. In fact, I didn’t see you in the pump room at all today.” Chuck shook his head. “None of you saw me.” And before any of the three men could question him, Chuck’s whole body took on a ghost-like appearance until he had completely disappeared from view. “WOAH,” Pete exclaimed. And then, in reverse of what had just happened, Chuck’s body suddenly re-appeared, becoming less ghost-like and more solid until it was fully formed and perfectly normal in appearance. “They call me Mr Invisibility," Chuck explained. "It’s a bit more original than The Invisible Man, I guess.” “So you can pretty much go wherever you want and no one will know?” Mikey asked. “Pretty much,” Chuck replied. “I can sneak on to any plane without paying. That’s how I got to Vegas last year. Me and Timmy went to watch the Mr Olympia there. I snuck backstage and was about an inch away from the real Jackson James Jones pumping up his massive tits. I could practically taste his sweat. Then I got up on stage during the posedown and he cranked a massive crab most muscular right in my face. Just like you did earlier today Mikey. I virtually creamed myself right on the spot.” “FUCK!” Pete excitedly exclaimed. “So while you’re on stage mere inches away from flexing muscle bulls…” he then turned to Timmy, “...you’re wedged in the arse crack of some bodybuilder in the form of a pair of posers?” Timmy cheekily grinned. “Well…actually, this is the first time we’ve ever done this. I’ve turned into posing trunks before. But never ones worn by a bodybuilder. Or even a sometime bodybuilder,” he said, referring to Mikey’s superpower. “And how was it?” Mikey teasingly asked. Timmy blushed. “Pretty fucking awesome actually.” “I’ll bet!” Pete said. “And I don’t make a habit of doing this either,” Chuck chipped in. “Sneaking into people’s homes I mean. I know it must look bad but, well…I needed to follow Mikey, to get Timmy back, and swap his trunks again. I was expecting to go back a hotel room or something, and switch the trunks when Mikey had gone to the bathroom.” Pete looked at both of the lads with one of his eyebrows raised. “And you didn’t discuss the possibility that anything else might happen once that bodybuilder had gotten back to his hotel room? Whether said bodybuilder might need to, erm…release some tension while still wearing his posers? Or get worshipped by some lucky muscle fan? Or get to fuck a 320 pound muscle monster with his tan drenched, sweat soaked trunks wedged half way down his quads?” Timmy blushed and looked down, while Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man exchanged sheepish looks. Chuck, meanwhile, just shrugged. “We didn’t really think about it,” he said. But then his face cracked, and his mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “But we’re sorry,” Chuck added, suddenly looking serious. “Honestly, guys, we didn’t mean to upset any of you. And I didn’t mean to sneak into your house, Pete. I just…well, I’ve had so much fun with my power over the years, I thought it was about time Timmy had some fun as well.” “I’m not pissed off,” Pete replied. “You’re a pair of cheeky fuckers for doing this, but…I get it. I mean, who the fuck wouldn’t wanna be a pair of posers worn by a 300 pound muscle freak? FUCKING ‘ELL!! But I think it’s Mikey you need to give the biggest apology to.” All of the lads turned to Mikey. “Well I’m not too happy that you took my trunks. But…I get it too. And I actually think it’s kinda horny that, well…all that time my trunks were…a person,” he said. A huge, cheeky grin was now spread across Timmy’s face. “So, next time you wanna get covered in my sweat and tan and be wedged inside my arse crack, just ask me first,” he said. Timmy’s eyes lit up at the suggestion that Mikey might grant him permission to embark on another similar adventure. “So we have…what…five muscle lovers here?” Pete began. “Two of whom can transform into fuck-off huge bodybuilders, and one of whom can transform into a pair of posing trunks. I reckon it’s about time we stopped nattering like a bunch of old biddies and had a bit of fun, lads.” Timmy was practically bouncing on the spot and grinning from ear to ear, while Chuck, now fully relaxed beamed and replied with a, “Fuck yeah!” “Wait,” Chuck suddenly said. “There's just two things I need to know. If you guys don't mind?" Pete, Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man all shook their heads and looked at Chuck with intrigue. “Firstly...Mikey, Ultimate Fantasy Man. Sorry if I embarrass either of you, but I’m feeling brave. Are you two gonna get together or not, cause, well…you just look so fucking CUTE together?” Mikey and The Ultimate Fantasy Man just looked at each other and exchanged sheepish smirks. "And Pete, a question for you,” he cautiously began. “If The Ultimate Fantasy Man were to fancy you, and turn into your ultimate fantasy, who, or what would he turn into?” Mikey’s eyes bulged. He really wanted to know the answer to Chuck’s question. Pete looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “You really wanna know?” he asked. “YES!” both Mikey and Chuck exclaimed in unison. “OK. Don’t judge me, guys, but…” he took a deep breath and continued, “from the neck down, he would probably be about a 340 pound version of Jackson James Jones. From the neck up?” At this point his mouth curled into a devilish smirk. “He’d be me.” The Ultimate Fantasy Man scoffed. “You cocky bastard.” “Hey! I said don’t judge,” Pete replied defensively. “It's not like I myself really attractive or anything. So Mikey told you earlier that what I’m really attracted to is muscle. So that would be my ultimate fantasy. Me, as a 340 pound bodybuilder.” Chuck was giggling, Timmy was smirking, and The Ultimate Fantasy Man was playfully rolling his eyes. Mikey, meanwhile, seemed to have spaced out of the conversation completely. His mind was ticking over what Pete had said, and he was suddenly imagining his friend's head on top of Jackson James Jones’ body. And then, other thoughts started coming into his head too. “Right," Pete suddenly exclaimed. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to worship some serious muscle. Mikey suddenly realised that all four lads were looking directly at him. His mouth curled into an excited grin and he said, “I suppose I should do the honours then”. His pecs expanded off his chest, his biceps tripled in size and his quads ballooned. Every single muscle on Mikey’s regular sized body exploded and grew until he was a 300 pound muscle monster once more. He looked down and bounced his humungous tits. Chuck released a gasp, Timmy let out a whimper, The Ultimate Fantasy Man bit his lip and Pete just smirked at the sight of the thing which turned him on more than anything else in the world; the excessively sized muscle mass of a genuine freak. “Wait!" Chuck exclaimed. "I just have one more question.” Pete and Timmy groaned. “You revealed your power to all of those people at the show today. Which was fucking awesome, by the way. So it won’t be long before people start talking about your power, if they’re not doing so already. So what will they call you? I mean…you’ve gotta have a superpower name.” Mikey thought for a moment, then looked at The Ultimate Fantasy Man. Remembering what he’d said in the pump room after his routine, when he'd been in the body of Jackson James Jones, Mikey smiled. “How about…The Human Muscle Morph?” ONE YEAR LATER “Look at him go!” Shaun Slater, aka The Irresistible Ass Man, exclaimed. “The crowd are loving him,” Pete Potter replied. “They’re going NUTS!” Shaun added. “How much does he weigh, Mikey?” Pete asked, addressing the man to his right. “340 pounds exactly”, Mikey Maguire proudly replied. “Twenty pounds up from last year.” All three men were stood at the side of the stage, watching on as muscle monster Noah North performed his posing routine at his second appearance at the bodybuilding competition of the Annual Superpower Games. “He could have taken his specs off though,” Pete said. “I told him to keep them on,” Mikey replied dreamily. Pete smirked, shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. Noah spun around, and outrageously tucked the back of his shiny golden coloured posing trunks into his arse crack. An audible gasp came from the blank space to Mikey’s right. “Babycakes!” Chuck Carter squeaked. Pete chuckled. “Timmy’s gonna love THAT,” Mikey said. “And you’re not bummed out about coming second place again, Mikey?” Pete asked. “Ummmm. You see that insanely cute, 340 pound bodybuilder up there? That’s my boyfriend. My fucking boyfriend! How can I possibly be bummed out about anything?” Mikey replied. “Yeah, well…me, Timmy and Chuck get to worship all 340 pounds of that muscle tonight as well you know, so don’t look so smug.” “Sometimes I wish I was gay,” Shaun Slater sighed. All heads turned to look at him curiously. “You guys just always sound like you have so much fun together,” he explained. “You can always join us, Shaun,” Mikey teased with one eyebrow raised. “Nah. There’s way too much ass here for just five guys”, he replied with a cheeky grin. Mikey felt something suddenly twitch in his shiny pink posing trunks. “Plus, Pete’s not gay,” Mikey added. “Oh yeah! I forgot. He’s only turned on by muscle. Have you found a word for that yet, Pete?” The Irresistible Ass Man asked. “Fucking horny?” an invisible Chuck Carter unexpectedly exclaimed. “Sorry!” he added, in a sheepish tone. “No worries, Chuck, mate,” Pete replied with a smirk. “Oh, and we might not be able to see you, but we know you’re blushing right now.” Noah North had spun around to face the audience and was now hitting an incredible abs and thighs pose to wild applause from the audience. His thick cock bulged out of his golden coloured posers to a laughable degree. “FUCK!” Shaun exclaimed. “And I get to spunk all over those shredded abber dabbers later,” Pete said. “AHEM! Sensitive straight man here!” Shaun exclaimed. “Now just to make sure, Chuck…” Mikey began in a teasing tone, “I am actually wearing MY posing trunks this year, aren’t I? You haven’t been rummaging through my bag again?” Both Chuck and Pete chuckled. “Hmmm. Cracking jokes to cover up the fact that you’re a wee bit jealous perhaps?” Chuck teasingly replied. “Oh, please,” Mikey replied. “I can shove the back of your boyfriend into my arse crack and shoot a big load into the front of him any time I want.” “I really need to start hanging out with more straight guys,” groaned Shaun. “ARGGHHHH!” A loud bellow erupted from the stage as they watched Noah hit an upstanding most muscular with his fists pushed together. “OH, FUCK YEAH!” Pete exclaimed over the raucous applause of the audience. All four lads stood and watched in awe as Noah cranked out another three crab most musculars, each one accompanied with a cockier facial expression and louder scream than the last. As he adorably waved goodbye to his audience with a cheeky grin on his utterly cute face, Noah turned and waddled off the stage and straight towards the four men he’d met exactly one year ago that day; except his eyes were only fixated upon one of them. Mikey smiled like crazy as he met his sweat and tan drenched boyfriend and embraced him with a hug. “You did so well, babe,” Mikey said. “You fucking owned that stage, Noah, mate,” Pete exclaimed. “I had some posing tips from Mikey,” he replied. With his arms still wrapped around him, Mikey pushed his head back to admire his boyfriend. From the neck down, Noah had the body of a 340 pound version of All American muscle monster Jackson James Jones. From the neck up, however, Noah bared very little resemblance to the bodybuilder Mikey had competed with a year before. His big, brown puppy dog eyes gazed at Mikey through his black hipster glasses which were perched on the top of his impossibly cute nose. Mikey had a sudden flashback to the first time he’d seen his boyfriend's utterly gorgeous face exactly a year ago today, staring at Mikey in awe as he signed in for his very first bodybuilding show. Even staring at him now, he couldn’t help thinking how much he looked like Tom Daley. The show’s commentator’s voice filled the arena. “Your next competitor is from a small town in…” but Pete interrupted. “Mikey, you’re up!” he excitedly exclaimed. “Rip up that stage, Mikeykins,” Noah said. “Wait!” Shaun said. “You haven’t told me what you’re doing up there, Mikey. I mean, how are you gonna top last year’s posing routine?” “Well, you know how last year I went out in my normal body and transformed into a monster? Well, this time I’m going out as a monster and I’m gonna de-morph half way through,” Mikey explained. “I’m gonna look down in shock, shrug and just carry on hitting some poses in my regular body.” “Awesome!” Shaun Slater replied. “As always!” Pete proudly said. Mikey shot his good friend Pete an affectionate smile. He would forever be in debt to the man who’d been working at the shop Mikey had stumbled across fifteen months earlier. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t be wrapped around a Tom Daley look-alike, who occasionally had 340 pounds of huge muscle sitting beneath his neckline, ready to go onstage at the world most bonkers bodybuilding competition in a pair of the hottest pink posers ever produced. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the commentator loudly announced, “make some noise for Mikey The Human Muscle Morph.” THE END

@asianman2410 @lsosuke I'm not a fan of sequels, i prefer a consistent story from beginning to end than something that may lose itself along the way but I could extend the ending of this one if you'd like, it might have ended on too big a tease

The story was on this forum with a guy named Ted(d)? And his friend grew really big. I remember his friend was Spanish of sort bc the giant wrestled in the el muchador or Mexican wrestling thing. He beat all the people easily. I think the giants name started with a C

I've now included the extended ending, as well as touched up a few things here and there, I will no longer be changing the story further

Para el que le gusta el macro eso suena bien. Cuanto mas se excitan entre ellos, mas grandes se ponen. Y cuando mas grande se ponen, mas se excitan.. es como un circulo. Pero una vez bien grandotes entran en un dilema, si seguir amandose y tener sexo o evitarlo para seguir creciendo a niveles gigantes jejej

I know it's a story by @FREaky but dont remember the name.I remmeber they were friendsand then brokee apart

An awesome ending for a sweet and amazing story. After all the fears aboyt himself Mike learned to love and be accepted!

Chapter Eleven “So, what’s the deal with you two?” Mikey was lying on Pete’s bed with his arm around Jackson’s slightly bloated waist, and his head nestled on his obscenely huge chest. He could feel Jackson’s hard, blocky abs underneath his forearm. Unlike Pete, Jackson was more than happy to be embraced in an affectionate cuddle with Mikey. His huge left arm was wrapped firmly around Mikey’s back and the back of his right hand was gently brushing back and forth across Mikey’s abnormally sized forearm. Pete had temporarily left the room, leaving the two monsters alone for the first since they’d arrived at the flat. “Me and Pete? We’re just friends,” Mikey replied, sinking into Jackson’s heaving mass, and never wanting to leave. “Friends, slash, fuck buddies?” Jackson cheekily asked. Mikey grinned. “More like…friends, slash, worship buddies.” “Sounds like a fun arrangement,” Jackson replied, his fingers still lightly brushing up and down Mikey’s forearm. “You know I couldn’t tell if he was gay or not.” “Oh - he’s not,” Mikey said. “So he’s bi?” Jackson asked. “No. He…doesn’t really class himself as anything,” Mikey replied earnestly. He tilted his head up to find Jackson looking down at him with a confused look. “He’s turned on by muscle,” Mikey explained. “Well that’s obvious,” Jackson replied. “What, so he doesn’t like regular guys? Only bodybuilders?” “Yep. Well…not even bodybuilders I don’t think. He’s just turned on by the muscle itself. Huge, shredded muscle though, obviously,” Mikey explained. “Wow,” Jackson replied. “I’ve never heard of that before. That’s pretty fucking horny.” Mikey chortled and nodded in agreement. “So that’s why he was more interested in snogging my huge tits rather than my face?” Jackson asked. “And I thought he just didn’t fancy me that much.” Mikey chuckled in response. “Yeah…don’t take it personally.” “Oh I wasn’t bothered,” Jackson replied. “I mean…he’s fit and everything but, I was kinda busy kissing someone else.” Mikey looked up and blushed slightly as Jackson gave him a bashful smirk. “So what about you, Mikey? Are you into regular guys or do you only like bodybuilders?” Jackson asked. “Oh no. I mean…YES I’m into muscle guys but…I like normal guys too”. “That’s good,” Jackson replied without thinking. Mikey suddenly shot him an inquisitive look, and Jackson blushed slightly as he realised what he‘d said. “Erm…I mean...it could be good,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling into a defeated smirk. Mikey cheekily smirked in response and nodded. “Good because you’re just a regular guy?” he teasingly added. “As regular as you are when you don’t look like this,” Jackson replied. He then suddenly shifted, moving back and pushing his torso up so he was leaning against Pete’s bedroom wall. “I promised you I’d tell you what my power is, didn’t I?” he said, with a slightly defeated tone. Mikey’s heart started racing. He badly wanted to know, but he remembered what Jackson had said to him in the pump room. “I sometimes find it…ruins things.” He was tempted to tell Jackson just to not tell him so they could stay lying together the way they had been for the rest of the night, but Jackson seemed determined to make good on his promise. At that moment Pete re-entered the bedroom. “How are my two favourite muscle monsters?” he cheekily asked. “Or sometime muscle monsters I should say.” “Well…funnily enough, I was just about to tell Mikey what my superpower is,” Jackson replied. He seemed fairly comfortable with the notion, but there was definitely a sense of apprehension in his voice. “Awesome!” Pete said with a sense of excitement, sitting down on his bed and joining the two muscle freaks. “So as you’ve probably guessed, I’m NOT the real Jackson James Jones,” he began. “And I’ve never been Jackson James Jones before. Not until this morning anyway,” he replied. Mikey and Pete exchanged intrigued looks. “Let me start at the beginning. When I was at uni, I had this massive crush on one of my flatmates, Tony. God he was fit. He went to the gym, like, five times a week. His body was awesome. And he bloody knew it. He was always walking around in these little vests. A total fucking show off. Anyway, for my 18th birthday, my flatmates threw me a party. Me and Tony were the last ones to go to bed. We went to his room and smoked a joint. I remember sitting on his bed, looking over at him, and realising that I’d never been so attracted to anyone as much as I was attracted to him in that moment. His chest and biceps were bulging out of his tight black t-shirt. I wanted to kiss him so badly. And then…something strange happened. My whole body started shaking. At first I thought it was the weed. But I was shaking even harder, and then I sort of blacked out. When I came to, Tony had leapt off the bed and was looking at me in complete shock. I looked down and I was no longer in my own body. I had transformed into a fucking woman. Not just any woman either. I looked in Tony’s mirror, and looking back at me, was fucking Beyoncé! I completely freaked out and, in response, my body started shaking again until I was back to my normal self. Anyway, I was pretty fucking gutted. I’d waited years for my superpower to emerge, and to find out I had the ability to transform into Beyoncé? I mean what kind of power is that? But something from that night stuck with me for ages afterwards. It was the way Tony looked at me when I was Beyoncé. I mean, he was shocked, and amazed, but there was something else there too. He was…attracted to me. The boy I fancied more than anyone, actually fancied me back. So, a few months after that happened I was in this club. There was a guy in there with his top off. Gorgeous face. Actual pecs. A proper six pack and everything. One of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. Staring at this guy, I suddenly felt my body shaking. Exactly like it did in Tony’s bedroom. I panicked and ran to the bathroom and hid myself in a cubicle. I didn’t wanna turn into Beyoncé in front of a club full of strangers. Except…I didn’t turn into Beyoncé at all. I turned into a man. A fucking beautiful man. I looked in the mirror in the toilets, and staring back at me was a six foot male model with a ridiculous jaw line and a gorgeous, chiselled body. I walked back out into the club, and the hot guy I’d spotted locked eyes with me, and his jaw almost dropped”. The Jackson impersonator was mischievously smiling at this point, like he was remembering the encounter. “So what happened then?” Pete asked. Jackson’s smile grew wider. “I went back to his. Obviously.” Both Pete and Mikey's minds were ticking over. “So…” Pete began, “you saw that guy and you fancied him, and then…you became a hot guy that he was attracted to?” Jackson nodded and smirked. “And you fancied your flatmate Tony.” Pete continued. “And you turned into Beyoncé. Someone who he thought was hot. So whoever they fancy, you then become what they’re attracted to?” The Jackson imitator smirked. “Almost," he replied. "I become what they’re attracted to the most. They call me The Ultimate Fantasy Man.” Everything suddenly clicked into place for Pete and Mikey. “And Mikey’s ultimate fantasy is Jackson James Jones,” said Pete. The Jackson impersonator was looking sheepish at this point and seemed unable to look at Mikey, who was furiously blushing, but simultaneously smirking at the same time at the revelation of Jackson’s power. “Mate! That is one fucking AWESOME superpower,” Pete excitedly said. “Wait…so could you be my ultimate fantasy?” Mikey felt a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing Pete’s ultimate fantasy come to life. Whatever that may be. “Well…” The Ultimate Fantasy Man began, “in theory I could. But it doesn’t quite work like that. I can’t just do it on anyone. It only works with people I really fancy.” Mikey shot a sudden glance at the man who was still in the body of American muscle monster Jackson James Jones, who looked him in the eye for moment, and blushed. “Oh gee. Thanks, mate,” Pete sarcastically said, laughing. “Soz, Pete. I mean you’re fit and everything but...well, you know how it goes,” he sheepishly said. Mikey suddenly became intrigued as to who exactly was hiding under that disguise of monstrously massive muscle, and turned to the mystery man sitting next to him. “Wait…so, do we know each other?” The Ultimate Fantasy Man sheepishly shook his head. “I saw you for the first time this morning at the show.” He let out a deep sigh, and Mikey and Pete watched in shock as his whole body shook with such force that all they could see was a blur, before his real identity was suddenly, and finally revealed. Where a 320 pound All American muscle freak had been not ten seconds before, now sat an incredibly sheepish and nervous looking slim built guy. Mikey’s heart fluttered at the sight of the lad he instantly recognised as the insanely cute Tom Daley look-alike who he'd locked eyes with earlier the day. The only thing missing were his black framed spectacles. He was even more adorable than Mikey had remembered. “It’s YOU!” Mikey said. He seemed surprised that Mikey recognised him. “You were on the next desk over when me and Pete were signing into the show this morning.” The Ultimate Fantasy Man nodded. “So you saw Mikey at the show this morning, thought, "PHWOAR…he’s hot," and transformed into Jackson James Jones?” Pete asked. “Pretty much,” he replied, blushing harder than ever. “FUCK! I bet turning into Jackson was a shock,” Pete added. He mischievously smirked. “It was. But it wasn't the first time I’d transformed into a bodybuilder. My ex was really into muscle, so I was always transforming into whoever his current favourite bodybuilder was.” “That’s how you posed so well?” Pete said. He nodded. “I’ve had a lot of practice being a bodybuilder.” “Sounds like a fun relationship,” Pete excitedly said. He winced. “It was. But…well…he wasn’t really that attracted to me that much when I was just the real me.” Mikey wanted to reach out and scoop him up in his arms. It was ridiculous that a guy whose arse he’d not long been filling up, a guy who had been so overly confident and flirtatious with him all day, could now barely look him in the eye. “Well he sounds like a twat, mate,” Mikey said. “Sorry, but he does. Who wouldn’t fancy you?” The Ultimate Fantasy Man's big, brown, puppy dog eyes lit up as he looked at Mikey. Pete nodded. “You’re a good looking dude.” “I’m no Jackson James Jones,” he said earnestly. Mikey scoffed. “Who is?” “I guess when you’re always turning into these super hot people, you kinda start to feel a little inferior,” he replied. Mikey wanted to lean over, grab him and snuggle him into his 300 pound superpower enabled muscle mass and tell him how unbelievably and adorably cute he was. Pete nodded. “But you’re turning into these extreme versions of what people find hot. Who can compete with THAT? What you need to do is find someone who finds the real you really hot. Then they can have both you, and the ultimate fantasy you. Whatever that might be.” Mikey was sitting listening to Pete and his heart was bursting. He wanted to scream out, “THAT’S ME! I find the real you hot. And cute. And lovely. And adorable,” but the words just wouldn’t come out. He gave Mikey a hopeful look, as if wanting to hear the words that Mikey was saying in his head. Instead, Mikey just offered up a bashful smile. It was absurd. Not half an hour ago he’d shot a load up this guy’s arse, and now he didn’t even have the guts to tell him he thought he was cute. The Ultimate Fantasy Man sighed. “Well…I should probably leave you guys to it.” Mikey suddenly panicked, and Pete looked utterly baffled. “It’s been fun, guys. Really, really fun,” he added, with a hint of sadness. He got up off the bed when Pete suddenly stood up and stopped him. “Errr…no you DON’T!" The Ultimate Fantasy Man looked surprised and confused. “You have the power to turn into Jackson frigging James buggering Jones! A 320 pound pro bodybuilder! Which, by the way, is not far off my ultimate fantasy. Even if Mikey doesn’t want you to stay, and I’m pretty fucking sure he does, considering; A) you can turn into his current favourite muscle monster who likes to get his huge arse pounded into oblivion, and given the way he’s been looking at you for the last ten minutes I think it’s fair to say he clearly fancies the real you too - I’m not letting you go fucking anywhere, mate”! The Ultimate Fantasy Man stood with the biggest and cutest smile looking at both guys, while Mikey grinned like crazy too. Pete’s openness had given him the confidence he'd been looking for. “It’s true," he said, looking him in the eye. “I fancy the fucking pants off you.” The Ultimate Fantasy Man blushed and beamed, and Pete cheekily smirked and rolled his eyes. “You look like Tom fucking Daley, for Christ’s sake," Mikey added. "Tom Daley in black hipster glasses!” All three lads chuckled, before the giddy Tom Daley look-alike spoke. “So...fancying me aside, I’m guessing you’d quite like it if I turned back into Jackson James Jones?” “Hmmm,” Mikey pondered. “Well, obviously, that would be fun. Or….you could just stay like this,” he replied. He blushed even harder, and then turned to Pete. “Would you be OK with that, Pete? Me and you worshipping Mikey?” he said. Pete thought for a moment, then the left corner of his mouth curled into a mischievous smirk. “Hmmm. I have a better idea.” He crawled on his knees towards the two lads at the other end of the bed. “How about…” he held a confused Mikey’s hand and placed it firmly on his left flexed bicep, “...you two fuckers…” he then took The Ultimate Fantasy Man's hand and placed it on his right bicep, “...worship ME?” Mikey scoffed and made to reply, but before he could, his muscle started to rapidly deflate in the way they did when he’d decided to put his power out of use, until he was his regular, slim built, non-muscle freak self again. Only Mikey had not decided to put his power out of use at all. Confused, he looked at the The Ultimate Fantasy Man, who was still very much in his regular, slim built body too. Pete, meanwhile, was mischievously smirking at Mikey. “Didn’t you ever wonder how I knew about the Annual Superpower Games, Mikey?” he asked. “Didn’t you ever think that I might have a superpower too?” Mikey was speechless. The thought had crossed his mind, but somehow he’d never really thought to ask. The Ultimate Fantasy Man was looking just as confused as Mikey was. “I could have found out your superpower at any time, mate,” Pete said to the Tom Daley look-alike. “Yours too, Mikey. From the second you walked into the shop. If I’d have wanted to,” he smugly said. “That’s right, bitches,” he continued. “I reverse superpowers.” Seeing a sudden panic in Mikey's face, Pete quickly reassured his friend. "Oh, don't worry, mate. It's only temporarily reversed. You should be able to turn back into a monster in about...five minutes." Mikey relaxed, and smirked, but a second after he did, both he and The Ultimate Fantasy Man jumped and gave out shocked cries. Pete spun around to see exactly what had caused this sudden reaction. A slightly geeky looking and horror stricken man was stumbling to his feet. “Where the bloody hell did YOU come from?" Pete cried in shock. The frightened man just gawped at the three lads on the bed. And then Pete’s bedroom door flung open, and another man appeared. “We can explain!” the second man frantically said. The three lads on the bed jumped again. “Who the bloody hell are YOU?" Pete asked, now standing up and confronting the two strangers in his bedroom. “Did you two break into my house?” “NO!” the man at the door explained. “Well…kinda. WAIT! Don’t call the police. We’ll tell you everything.” An angry Pete pointed his finger at the man in an authoritative manner. “Start talking. NOW.” Chuck Carter looked at his terrified boyfriend Timmy Tate and gulped. This had definitely not been part of their plan. There was no getting out of this situation. Not with both of their superpowers temporarily reversed. He took a deep breathe. It was time to confess everything.

Enhancements: Part Eight Spying I'm sure you're all wondering what Chris and Evan got up to now that they had fulfilled their promise to Dr. Cross and earned their reward of extended time with their enhanced bodies in the bathhouse upstairs, but first I have to tell you how I come into the story. My name is Trevor, and now that I've told you about those other three become studs, it's time to explain how the three of them changed my life. See, I was a freshman at the same college as Evan, Chris, and Mark, and although I didn't know them then, that would change quickly, in a big way. It was August, summer after my first year in college, and sixth months after Evan and Chris had transformed Mark. I had done fairly well for myself; a small friend group of guys from my dorm hall, managed to go on a few dates with some girls here and there, and even better, my grades and my physique had never been better. By no means was I even close to the jockish build I had always wanted, but I was starting to put on a little weight from my scrawny high school days. My pecs were there, damnit, and I just needed to keep working out to keep up my good progress. I was back on campus in early August, a few weeks before the fall semester began, to get a headstart with my new job at the campus library. I needed to go in for training every morning, but it was the perfect opportunity to get back in to working out after a summer off. After all, who could pass up taking advantage of the free student membership at the campus gym?! So, I started going to the gym every morning just after it opened but with ample time for me to workout before my new job. One morning, on the 2nd or 3rd day of this new routine, one of the other guys working out caught my eye. The gym was almost entirely dead this morning, usually me or maybe me and one other guy only. Today, though, I couldn't stop looking at this dude working out with the dumbbells. First off, he was huge. He wore a tiny tanktop, which barely covered up any of his huge frame. His massive pecs were basically uncovered due to the deep v-neck cut of the tank and massive armholes. His arms were massive trunks of muscle, with tufts of ginger red hair sticking out from below. I was always into women, but for some reason I just couldn't stop staring, especially when he lifted the weights above his head and showed off his deep pits. God, he's so manly, I thought. And then- What am I doing??! I returned to my own workout, but still checked in on this other guy between sets. Now he had moved on to the bench press and had enlisted the help of a third guy as a spotter. The third guy was much skinnier; still a bit stronger than me, but nothing compared to this hulk of a man he was spotting for. The two went about their business - I couldn't really hear them too well, but it sounded like the big dude had started giving the smaller guy some pointers. Huh, I thought. Maybe he can help me out one morning. As they finished their workout, the two guys left the weight room and dipped into the locker room together. My curiosity got the better of me, so I waited about 2 minutes and then ducked into the locker room after them. The locker room was a pretty big room with several rows of tall tan lockers, but of course in the early morning hours, it was nearly empty. I crept around sneakily, sticking my head around the corner of each row before proceeding. I reached the 2nd to last row when I heard two voices. "Fuck yeah", came a deep yet clear voice. I figured that was the jacked ginger. The other voice was softer, but I could still hear it. "This is so hot," the smaller voice squeaked. I peeked around the corner, pretending to be picking something up in case they were looking my way. Luckily, they were none the wiser, but as I looked up from the floor, I saw something that almost made me scream with surprise. The huge jacked guy was nearly naked, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The jock was black, with a medium width waistband and thin black straps that went around his beautifully round ass cheeks. The contrast of his pale white skin and black underwear was extremely erotic, I thought. But why?! I had always been straight my whole life... what was going on with this guy? His jock was holding back a huge bulge, too. Fuck, there had to be a huge cock under there, wrapped up tight in the taut fabric, just waiting to be released. I need to see this, I thought. The jockstrap waistband read in white letters "PUMP!". The smaller guy had a jock on too, a white bike jockstrap with a thicker gray waistband. I managed to see inside the open locker, which belonged to the big guy, where nearly a dozen more jocks seemed to be hung up. This was such a strange feeling, but I felt very warm all of a sudden, and then sweaty. I watched the two guys as they began touching each other, mostly the little guy rubbing the big man's muscles up and down his body. He pressed his package against the big stud's moaning the more and more he got to touch him. Eventually he knelt down and took the big stud's huge cock out of its wrapping. I was right about it's size- that thing had to be nearly a foot long, and thick as fuck, too! He had huge meaty balls that hung down beneath his massive shaft, covered with a thin layer of red-orange pubes. The smaller guy took this dude's cock into his mouth-well, whatever he could fit, and the bigger guy started moaning. I watched for a while, fondling my own shifting erection but being careful not to make enough noise to be noticed. After sucking for a while, the little guy stood up and turned around, leaning up against the locker and shifting his ass outward towards the big guy. Fuck... I thought. Are they about to-!? My question was immediately answered by the moans of the smaller guy, who was now nearly being split open by this jacked stud's thick cock. The smaller guy was moaning now, almost in sync with the stud's deep hard pumps. The big stud smacked the little guy's ass, which elicited a loud squeal. He was a lot more vocal now, moaning "fuck me, fuck me!" in between muffled moans, which were met with replies with "fuck yeah, you little jock wannabe, take my huge cock!" I was getting hornier and hornier... and it was taking every ounce of mental fortitude in my body not to give myself away. Eventually I decided to retreat, ducking into a stall, where I aggressively beat my dick until I came a huge load, the mental image of the big guy and his friend imprinted in my brain. I pulled on my underwear and looked for the two guys, maybe in the shower perhaps, but they were gone. I walked over to the big guy's locker, maybe hoping to snatch one of his jocks, but it was locked. That night after work, I went home and had a few beers my roommate's older brother had bought for me. This was a really shocking day. I had always been straight - what the hell was I thinking in there? At 19, was I really just now starting to have gay thoughts? I decided not to think too much about it and just go to bed. It was another day, and I needed to see if the big dude was back again in the morning. So I went to the gym again the next day and there he was, although without another protege. I thought about approaching him, maybe placing myself in the shoes of his friend from yesterday, but I chickened out and kept my distance. How could I possibly want a cock like that? I mean, did I seriously, really want to do those things? After he dipped into the locker room again, this time alone, I wrapped up my workout and followed him in. I crept down the hall of the locker room to his row of lockers, but he wasn't there. Instead, I heard the rush of water coming from the bank of showers, so I continued to that area to peek in. I decided the best way to get a peek at this guy would be to simply take a shower; after all, the shower room at this gym wasn't separate by stalls or even curtains; all 12 or so of the showers just sat on the walls above on giant wall. I took off my clothes and walked into the showers, selecting one with a nice view of the big boy and turning up the water to hot. He was still so sexy, but I had to work hard to not arouse suspicion to myself. I tried my best to minimize my boner and then to conceal what half-chub I couldn't prevent. After about 10 minutes of watching this dude lather his huge muscles up and rinse them off, I stared at his ass as he walked out of the shower bank. I decided to wait another minute or so to not be so obvious, then I finished my shower and grabbed my towel. I thought maybe I could catch another glimpse of him in his jock, hell, maybe even muster the courage to talk to him, but when I peered down his locker row, it was shut and he was gone. I shrugged and turned to return to my own locker stall, and THUD. I ran straight into the guy, who was naked and standing right in the middle of the locker room. "Fuck! Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry" I whelped, taking a few scampered steps back. "You've been watching me the past couple days, haven't you?" he croaked. "I... I don't know what you're talking about?" "It's ok, dude, nothing I haven't seen before. Name's Mark. Next time you're interested in this-" he motioned to his entire muscular body and then grabbed his flaccid dick and shook it around - "you can just ask. I'm a horny guy like everyone else." "Well... well... I guess the truth is that I'm just curious." "Curious, huh?" He grabbed my arm, spinning me around as my towel hit the floor, as if he was appraising me. "I just don't know if I really, I mean truly want that," I admitted. "Well, there's people who can deal with 'curious'," he replied, rummaging through his locker and finally handing me a small scrap of paper with address scrawled on it. I looked at it as he dressed and began packing up. He started strolling out of the locker room, leaving me naked and standing there alone still with half a hardon, as I yelled back "This is in Chicago!" Without even looking back, he answered, "somethings are worth checking out, dude. If you want, check it out and come see me." I was shocked and nervous, but my interest was piqued. After a quick google search of the address, I learned it was the site of some kind of men's health clinic in the city. I planned a little trip taking time off work, bought a bus ticket, and began my journey... Author's note: Next time: Trevor's got a transformation of his own coming

Don't forget to check out Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2598-the-miracle-serum/ Sloan looks up at Brandon and seems a bit scared as to what might happen to him. Brandon grabs a hold of the tech’s shaking hands and squeezes them. He can feel Sloan’s body reacting to the injection as the tech leans into the huge hairy muscleman’s chest. Brandon holds him tightly and rubs his back reassuring him that he will be okay and that Dr. Goldmann will pay for his actions. The hairy beast pulls the syringe in his neck out and tosses it down the stairwell to join with the other one. Sloan’s mind wanders as he feels himself falling asleep. Brandon picks him up and takes him back up into the hallway towards the office and props him up against the wall next to the door to the stairs. When he goes back into the stairwell though, Dr. Goldmann is gone. The anger builds from within the big man as he grabs a hold of one of the guardrails and pulls on it, nearly tearing it completely away from the concrete floor beneath it. After venting for a few moments, he composes himself before walking through the opening in the wall he created. After entering, he hears some rustling from behind the wall close to where he is standing. It sounds like there are two men arguing back and forth with each other about what they should do with the man lying on the floor. It doesn’t take long for Brandon to realize that they are talking about Sloan. He bursts through the side wall and turns to stare at the two men as one of them, a dark-skinned and fairly muscled one holds Sloan in his arms. He quickly runs the other way as the other one stands his ground. This other man is a much smaller light-skinned lean fellow who doesn’t seem all that concerned about the huge naked man standing in front of him. Brandon storms up to him and tries to wiz by to go after the man that has Sloan. The white man manages to knock him down and stomp on the huge man’s back to make him yell in pain. He starts talking to him in a very condescending tone. ‘So…..you must be Dr. Goldmann’s new pet project. It appears that your first dose has worked out pretty well.’ He stands on top of Brandon for a few seconds before getting off his back and moving his boot down to his crotch to rub it on the huge man’s ballsac. The muscle man groans as the man continues to torture his testicles before rolling his thick cock back and forth. Brandon tries to get up, but the man warns him that he will crush his cock if he attempts to do anything stupid. The man can see that his other associate has made it off the floor with Sloan so he takes his boot off Brandon and starts to move towards the same path. The naked muscleman manages to grab the white man around the ankles and drags him to the ground. The man tries to kick him in the face but barely gets a reaction out of Brandon. The hairy man crawls over to restrain the smaller individual. ‘Who the fuck are you people, what is this place, and where are you taking Sloan?’ The man smiles and seems completely calm with the whole scenario he has been put in. ‘Ohh well you will discover that some of the people you thought you knew may not be who you thought they were.’ Brandon can feel the man’s body starting to vibrate a bit as the restrained man starts laughing hysterically. The man’s polo starts rising on his chest as his muscles swell underneath it. The nude behemoth is taken aback by this and is trying to figure out how this could be happening. The man’s pants stretch to their limits as his growing leg muscles begin pulling the seams apart. He flips Brandon off his chest and into the air as he gets on all fours as his pants continue to shred against his expanding quads. Brandon lands about ten feet away as he cracks the floor tiles with his huge frame. The man looks down at him as his head starts swelling slightly. The man yells ‘FUCK YEAH!’ as his shirt splits down the back as his delts and lower back pull the fabric further away from his body. It also appears that this man is starting to glow a bit as his skin begins changing to a gold color. Brandon can see what is transpiring from where he is and starts to scoot behind him. The man grunts as his entire outfit falls off onto the ground. His small frame is completely swallowed up as his body continues to stretch as his muscles flex and tense bigger than before. His biceps now resemble watermelons as he sits up and throws his mammoth arms up into the air. He gets up and moves toward Brandon which freaks the hairy man out. The bloated white behemoth grabs a hold of him and throws him down on the ground once again as the floor begins crumbling beneath them. The man continues to swell as his sheer size eventually has them falling through numerous floors beneath them. His gold colored paws find themselves around the big man’s thick neck as he tries to strangle the muscleman unconscious. Brandon attempts to kick the massive brute in the balls, but the growing behemoth’s monster crotch hardly feels a thing as they finally hit the bottom level of the facility. The force behind the landing causes the man to lose his grip on Brandon and he rolls to his side. Brandon picks himself up from the rubble and starts to scurry across the room towards a nearby door out of what looks like a security area. He can hear the gold-skinned man groaning under his breath as he proceeds to open the door. He turns to look at him one last time and notices that the man’s cock is stretching even bigger than before. It quickly glides its way past the man’s 12-pack before climbing up between his engorged muscle mammaries. He starts moaning as his grapefruit sized balls twitch several times as they start pumping cum into his two foot python. Brandon can’t believe what he is seeing in front of him as the giant pole pushes its way down the man’s throat. He can hear loud gulping sounds followed by really deep sighs as the man massages the huge rod lovingly with his huge paws. The growth accelerates as he does this which makes Brandon rush out the door and down the entrance hall towards the exits out the medical complex. He can hear walls collapsing behind him as he gets within a few feet from the way out. Earth shattering roars from inside the security area makes the building shake violently as he manages to get through the front doors. He looks up and sees a helicopter 1000 feet above his head hovering as the circulating air causes him to fall over onto a nearby grassy area. Floors are now heard collapsing from inside as the man’s two story sized arms come bursting through the sides of the building. His head follows through the top floor as the whole building is lifted completely from its foundation. The helicopter’s side door opens as the dark-skinned man that Brandon saw earlier peers out from an angle and launches a rocket at the muscle monster’s head. It nails him right between his eyes and knocks him backwards. The building disintegrates before the man lands on the property directly behind him. The aftershock from the destruction sends Brandon into the air as he goes flying into a building across the street from the complex. He loses consciousness for a few seconds before coming to again. He is unable to move at all as book shelves go cascading down on top of him. He can hear the helicopter getting closer to him as he looks over from the corner of his left eye and sees someone jumping into the opening. He can feel the shelves being pushed off him which makes him panic just a bit. As he turns his head to look up, he gets punched in the face several times before he is unconscious again. Brandon wakes up several hours later in a dark room hooked up to what looks like a metal gurney. His arms and legs are bound in three sets of restraints which complete limit his movements. He hears someone whispering not far from him which gets his attention on his left side. The man’s voice seems really weak to him. ‘Brandon……I thought you were dead. The serum you injected into me seems to have worked. They have been trying to make me transform for hours now……but they don’t quite understand…..’ A voice comes over the intercom system in the room. It is calm and collected. ‘Is this true Mr. Blackmon? Wait, what is your name again…..*looks at his list*……ahh yes, Sloan is it? You were supposed to be a good little man weren’t you? Heinrich handpicked you out of dozens of our other new recruits to come work with him on this project. I should have known that you would get cold feet and decide to take matters into your own hands. Now I must try and figure out how to harness that power swimming through your blood now.’ Two doors open from both sides of the room as two large men walk over to where Sloan is and start wheeling him out of the room. He yells at Brandon and tells him that he must find a way out or he will become another victim like the man that ended up growing into a giant. The voice on the intercom starts talking again in the same calm tone as before. ‘So…..Mr. Brandon Fielding is it? It appears that the first stage of your transformation has gone without a hitch, don’t you think? Your body responded as I expected…..ohh and don’t worry, Dr. Goldmann will be back to his regular self again soon enough.’ Brandon grunts several times as his skin gets redder once his anger accelerates. The voice sighs a few times before they start speaking again. ‘Mr. Fielding…..there is no need for you to get all riled up now is there? If you need a little bit of relief, I can come in and help you calm down.’ Brandon stops making noise before he yells something at the voice. ‘Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you going to do to Sloan?’ A door from directly in front of Brandon opens as someone walks through it. He turns to look forward as the figure draws closer to him. With the lights starting to turn on, he can see that it is a man in a lab coat wearing black pants and boots with a headset on. The man stands in front of his gurney and smiles in a very confident way. ‘Who the fuck am I? Why would you talk to me in that manner Mr. Fielding? You are not in a position to really make any kind of demands don’t you think? As for Sloan, he has actually done me a favor or rather you both have done me a favor by mixing normal DNA with the reversion serum I have created. Probably saved me months of research in the process…..hmmm…..I should thank you both.’ Brandon’s anger rises again as he feels his skin turning beet red once more. The man puts his hands on the restrained muscleman’s legs and feels the rage emanating from him. He takes them back off and walks over to Brandon’s right side. ‘You could possibly be going into stage two now Mr. Fielding. That man that you encountered outside Goldmann’s office was Terry Lohman. He was another client of Heinrich’s that was progressing quite well. Unfortunately though, he thought that using several vials of the muscle serum at the same time would help him become the top soldier in my organization. I had to put a stop to that, you know?’ Brandon’s anger subsides once again as his skin returns back to its original coloring. ‘Hmm…..very interesting Mr. Fielding. I wonder how you would react if I stimulated your cock just a bit.’ The man reaches over and pets Brandon’s appendage slowly as it immediately starts to rise. It rubs up against the man’s hands as he continues to massage it. Brandon moans lightly feeling the tingling from inside his body increasing. The man smiles as he continues to speak to him. ‘Ohh my gosh, I forgot to introduce myself didn’t I? My name is Dr. Ross Bloodstone and I am going to be your doctor today. What exactly are you feeling at this moment Mr. Fielding?’ Other entries in the Muscle Doctor series here: The Facility: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/2496-the-facility/ The Facility Part II: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/4896-the-facility-ii-the-return-to-where-you-started-living/ Muscle Doctor Part 1: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3533-introducing-the-muscle-doctor-part-1-of-2/ Muscle Doctor Part 2: http://muscle-growth.org/topic/3600-introducing-the-muscle-doctor-part-2-of-2/