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New story I've been writing and now posting on my Muscle Addicts Inc blog. It tells the tale of Mikey Maguire, who discovers he has a superpower which enables him to transform his regular sized body into a 300 lbs monstrous mass of shredded muscle, worthy of a top five Mr Olympia bodybuilder, whenever he likes! MIKEY THE HUMAN MUSCLE MORPH PART I Chapter One Mikey Maguire was twelve years old when his parents sat him down to explain how superpowers work. He listened intently with a sense of a excitement as his mother informed him that, like everyone in the Maguire family before him, and dozens of other people around the world, sometime around his eighteenth birthday he would develop a superpower that would be completely unique to him. Of course, like the rest of the world, Mikey had heard of people with superpowers before. He’d grown up being both fascinated and intrigued by stories of people whose weird and wonderful powers had bought them fame, fortune, or both, while never really knowing that, one day, he would have his own superpower too. Like most of his peers who knew of their destiny to develop a unique superpower, Mikey Maguire spent most of his teenage years wondering just what that power would be. Almost on a daily bases his imagination conjured up a new potential superpower. Would it be a relatively conventional, but still brilliant, power like the ones you see in comic books and superhero films, like the ability to fly or the ownership of superhuman strength? Perhaps he would develop the ability to read people’s thoughts, to move objects with the power of his mind or the ability to see through walls? Or would it be a quirkier power, like the many he’d heard of in the years leading up to his eighteenth birthday? Something life changing and amazing like the power of Mr Gold, who can turn any object he likes into gold? Or something completely useless like the power of The Incredible Green Man, who can turn his skin a shade of green whenever he likes? Maybe it would be something completely bonkers, but potentially a lot of fun once he started dating, like the power of The Human Orgasm, who can make people cum with a single touch? As Mikey reached his eighteenth birthday, more and more of his friends and peers discovered and developed their superpowers. His friend Cath Corrick’s mother entered her daughter’s bedroom on the morning of her birthday and was startled to find a stray tabby cat curled up on the bed, while her daughter was nowhere to be seen. She screamed with fright when the strange cat suddenly began to grow and change shape, and morphed back into her daughter before her very eyes. Cath had the power to transform herself into a domestic cat whenever she liked. A few weeks after celebrating turning eighteen, Nick Norris, who Mikey had known since primary school, had a sudden urge to walk into a shop selling musical instruments. He’d never even had a single guitar lesson before but, picking up the nearest acoustic guitar, he surprised himself and impressed the shop owner by playing a note perfect rendition of The White Stripes’ “One Nation Army”. He then sat down in front of the shop’s only grand piano and serenaded the store with “Imagine”. Nick had the power to pick up any musical instrument and, amazingly, play it perfectly without hesitation. He was quickly given the nickname The Amazing Music Man. Unfortunately not all of Mikey’s peers were impressed with their superpowers. A few months after turning eighteen, Henry Huxter arrived at school to find an angry mob confronting him. He’d apparently started a blog the night before and had publicly expressed his negative feelings towards a select few of his classmates. Henry tried to argue that he had done no such thing. So when one of his peers showed him the blog on the Internet, he was completely shocked at what he saw. Almost everything Henry had done and thought the night before had been posted on the mysterious blog, including the negative opinions of his classmates. As he read the blog, a new entry appeared, chronicling the events that were happening at that precise moment. It seemed that whatever Henry thought, felt and did was automatically posted on the blog for all the world to see. He contacted the blog server to get the site removed, but the next day, another blog exactly like the previous one appeared out of nowhere. He is now notoriously known as The Blogger in superpower circles. Mikey spent the whole of his eighteenth birthday both nervously and excitingly looking for signs that his superpower would present itself. By midnight, nothing had happened, and Mikey went to bed disappointed and annoyed. Weeks rolled by and still, Mikey’s power had not been revealed. He was starting to wonder whether his parents were wrong about him developing a power. Maybe he was one of the unfortunate few (though some with particular powers, like The Blogger, would argue with that opinion) who didn’t have a power, despite every other member of his family owning one. Perhaps he wouldn’t discover his power for years, even decades to come. He’d heard of that happening in rare cases too. After much anguish, Mikey finally started to take his mind off of his superpower. “Your power will reveal itself when the right time is right,” Mikey’s mother had told him, as she and Mr Maguire said goodbye to their only child and set off on a week long holiday, leaving Mikey home alone. Unbeknownst to Mrs Maguire, her son would, in fact, discover his power the very next day. As soon as Mikey opened his eyes that morning, he felt very peculiar indeed. Everything felt different. His bed seemed a lot smaller for a start. Still half asleep, Mikey rubbed his sleepy eyes and crawled out of bed. His feet seemed to hit the floor with an unusual thud. As he lugged himself to his bedroom door he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was strapped to each of his body parts. Something very heavy. Additionally, everything around him felt smaller. It was only when he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror next to his bedroom door that he realised why he was feeling so strange. He let out a scared yell and stepped back. Everything was smaller because he was bigger. Much, much bigger. And those heavy objects which were strapped to each body weren’t objects at all. They were his body parts. Overnight, Mikey Maguire’s perfectly ordinary, slim built, 175 lbs body had morphed into an incredible mountain of monstrous, shredded, superhuman muscle mass, worthy of a top five Mr Olympia competitor. “FUCKING HELL!” Mikey cried out at he stared at the mass of freak-like muscle looking back at him from the mirror. He had to be at least 300 lbs. Two massive plates of thick pec muscle hung from his chest. His shoulders were the size of giant boulders, protruding either side of his torso to an immense degree. His arms had tripled in size, along with his humongous sized legs, which were carved and etched with the craziest lines. And where once sat his completely flat, un-toned stomach, were six blocks of thick, solid muscle bursting through his skin. He had muscles he never even knew existed. Everything was huge, hard, and carved to absolute perfection. His skin was smooth and paper thin all over; seemingly struggling to contain the blocks, lumps, bumps and mounds of muscle ballooning underneath the service. Mikey had never taken any sort of interest in bodybuilders before but, staring at his own alien reflection, he couldn’t help but think that he’d never seen anything so freaky, so oddly beautifully or so utterly amazing in all of his life. He was a monster. A real life, bon-a-fide muscle freak. And, strangely, he’d never felt more sexually aroused. As he admired his brand new physique in the mirror, Mikey couldn’t stop smiling. His dick was furiously jolting in his tight, white boxer shorts, like it was desperately trying to break free of the material and unload a litre of cum. He had zero knowledge of the official bodybuilding poses but, somehow, Mikey knew exactly what to do next. He threw both of his arms up and watched his biceps explode in the mirror. Huge balls of rock hard muscle mass erupted either side of his head, which was still, perfectly regular sized. The contrast between Mikey’s normal sized eighteen year old head and the two Mr Olympia stage worthy biceps it was sandwiched between was insane. As he hit a side chest pose and watched his enormous left pec explode off his chest in the reflection of his bedroom mirror, Mikey instinctively gritted his teeth, arrogantly scrunched up his face and then growled a cocky, “YEEEAH!” He had no idea where this new-found arrogance had come from. He’d never displayed even the slightest bit of cockiness in all of his eighteen years. Nor had he ever had the desire to do so. Yet, for some reason, in his new phenomenally muscular, bull-sized body, Mikey felt the overwhelming desire to be as cocky as he possibly could. Mikey continued to hit pose after pose. He still didn’t know how he knew the poses, but every one was hit perfectly, and with the precision of a professional IFBB league bodybuilder. He tensed his gigantic quads, opened up his skin splitting lats, squeezed his croquet ball shaped biceps and crunched all six of his beautifully shaped, crazily carved, splat-yer-pants worthy abs. He huffed, puffed, grunted and groaned his way through every pose, and even released the occasional, “Fuck yeah!” at the sight of his own flexed muscle. He gritted his teeth, grinned like a lunatic and contorted his geeky but cute face into all manner of outrageous and cocky expressions, until there was only one pose left to hit. Bringing both of his arms up so his elbows were level with his shoulders blades, he threw them both down with an almighty force into a brutal crab most muscular pose. As he watched every single ginormous sized body part erupt, tense and explode before his eyes, he released a loud groan and a tsunami of spunk exploded from his cock and filled up his boxer shorts. He’d never really understood the desire to be a bodybuilder before, but now he understood it more than anyone. When he’d come down off the high of flexing his enormous sized, uber-human muscles to the point where it had made him cum without touch, a sudden panic set in for Mikey. His body was beyond incredible. Something not quite belonging to this world. A thing of immense beauty that, somehow, he knew would be worshipped and adored by countless of people (though mostly men). But what would happen next? What about his old body? And what if, and this was the thing that was suddenly scaring Mikey the most, his extreme transformation into a mass muscle monster was permanent? Mikey knew, without a doubt, that he was experiencing his superpower at work. But exactly what that power was, was still unknown to him at that point. As he pictured his parents returning from their holiday to discover their son had morphed into the type of 300 lbs muscle freak you’d only ever see on the cover of a hardcore bodybuilding magazine in WHSmith, and panicked even more, something strange began to happen. Mikey’s shoulders began to shrink. His chest started to flatten. His biceps shrunk. Every single body part deflated right before his eyes until he was back to his normal, regular sized, non-muscular self. Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn’t permanent after all. “Thank Goodness for that,” he thought. But then another set of emotions crept in. Disappointment, sadness, and a longing. A yearning, in fact, to have his huge biceps, peeled, blocky abs, and thick, line etched glutes back (he wasn’t really sure how he suddenly knew the word “glutes”). And as that very desire set in, his body began to change again. His quads became thicker. His chest began to expand. His abs started to seep through his tummy. Everything inflated and expanded before him until he was a 300 lbs muscle monster once more. “FUCK YEAH!” he cried in response, then belted out another hard, low down, crab most muscular. Once again, his dick released thick ropes of cum and splattered his bedroom mirror in response. “Damn!” he thought, “I really must try and get this ‘busting my nut every time I crank out a most muscular’ thing under control,” as he wiped the spunk off his mirror and bounced his bulbous pecs in his reflection at the same time. Mikey Maguire had finally discovered his superpower. He could transform his regular sized body into a huge, hulking mass of muscle, worthy of professional bodybuilder status, whenever he liked. He wouldn’t be christened with his superpower nickname until a few years later, but that day, Mikey became The Human Muscle Morph.

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Chapter Three As the years went by, Mikey started to crave more than morphing into the bodybuilder version of himself in his bedroom for his own enjoyment. He knew he couldn’t compete in a bodybuilding show, so he started fantasising about what it would be like to simply go out in public in his muscle monster form, and engage the reactions of those around him. He knew, however, that he would not be able to do this in his home town. Someone would recognise him, and then his secret would be out. Mikey would have to go somewhere where no one knew who he was. So, at the age of twenty-two, after many years of fantasising about stepping out in public while his superpower was in action, Mikey finally booked a hotel room, packed a night bag and set off on the train to London. As none of his clothes would fit him when he was in his muscle monster incarnation, Mikey had bought some clothes from a specialist store for large men. They’d looked absolutely huge in the shop. Mikey could probably have fit three of his regular selves inside of them. And yet, when he morphed into a bodybuilder, the clothes were almost tight on him. He changed into the clothes in his hotel room; baggy black track pants, a black hoodie and a tightly fitted white vest. They were the first clothes Mikey had ever worn when he was using his superpower, besides his boxer shorts. Even fully clothed, Mikey couldn’t help thinking how outrageously hot he looked. Especially in his tight, white cotton vest, which the upper half of his humongous sized pecs spilled out over the top of. He couldn’t comprehend how anyone would not want to have a cheeky squeeze of his enormous tits in that vest. Mikey wished he had the courage to go out in public wearing just his vest. This felt like too big of a step for his first ever outing though, so he had no choice but to cover himself up with his black hoodie, zipped right up to his chin to hide the flesh of the top of his pecs from view; though he still looked utterly monstrous and as wide as a brick shithouse covered up. He decided to throw his rucksack over his shoulder to complete his outfit. He figured that way people might assume that he was heading for whatever hardcore, hellhole gym he frequented, rather than just showing off his monstrous size to the world. As he reached for the handle of his hotel room door, his heart started pounding in his chest. “You can do this Mikey. You’re just a regular guy going to the gym,” he told himself.“ Just a regular, 300 pound, monstrously muscular guy. FUCK! I can do this. I can bloody do this.” And with that, Mikey threw the door open, and waddled his mass of muscle down the hotel room corridor, practically filling the whole width of it, and prepared to unleash the bodybuilder version of himself to the public. The rush of confidence Mikey felt as he walked down the street as an excessively sized muscle bull was like no other he’d ever felt. He loved how his huge quads kept rubbing together, and how far away his arms felt from his torso. He loved how much bigger he was than everyone else that passed him on the street. And he absolutely loved the fact that not single person could walk by without giving him a prolonged look. He saw so many different glimpses of emotions in the faces of the people he passed. Shock, awe, amazement, fear, confusion, envy, and even, in some people (mostly men around the Soho area) lust. He loved the fact that the sight of his enormous, freak show frame caused such an extreme variation of reactions from all of the ordinary sized passersby innocently going about their days. He knew that some of them wanted to run the other way and scream, that some of them wanted to be as huge and muscular as he was, that some of them just wanted to stop and gawp and stare freely at the muscle freak before them, and he knew that a couple of them would have done anything to touch him. To feel his flexed biceps, grab a hold of his huge lats, to play with his hoodie stretching muscle tits, and to plough their dicks into his abnormally huge ass until they shot a wad of spunk inside a real life 300 pound muscle bull as he cranked out a monstrous most muscular and growled in the way only a power packed, Alpha male muscle bull can. Unfortunately when deciding what to wear to show off his power enabled physique to the general public for the first time, Mikey did not factor in how ridiculously hot it would be on the chosen day of his outing. Initially Mikey felt fine in his zipped up hoodie, but as the temperature rose, he started to become extremely hot. Carrying 300 pounds of almost solid, ripped muscle and walking around central London didn’t exactly help the fact that Mikey was feeling uncomfortably warm. He had no choice but to take off his hoodie. The minute Mikey did so, the attention he received almost doubled. With his enormous and frighteningly muscular arms, his huge, boulder delts, and the top of his thick, patio slab pecs now on full display, the number of stares increased and became a lot less subtle. Mikey felt like all eyes were on him. Some people nudged and whispered to their friends walking beside them. Others opened their mouths in shock and horror as he walked by. One woman was so taken aback at the sight of him that she even stood still on the spot, her mouth ajar as she took in the image of the muscle monster before her. He heard people talking about him in excited voices. “He sure has been pumping the iron. Woooo!” he heard one particularly loud mouthed woman say. “Oh my God! He’s a HUGE!” he heard an American lady exclaim. “There’s a big lad over there!” he heard some lad cry. Children seemed to be particularly vocal too. “Look mummy. THAT MAN!” and, “Is that the man who plays The Incredible Hulk, dad?” were amongst the more memorable ones. The public reaction made Mikey feel like a freak. He loved every single moment that his body got attention, and it bought him a small glimpse of what it might feel like for those huge, shredded muscle freaks at the Mr Olympia to walk amongst the audience of regular sized non-muscle bulls in the final posedown of the show. As he imagined himself doing just that, he felt a lurch in the pit of his stomach. Mikey wanted it more than ever. In fact, he’d never wanted anything so badly in his life. When he accidentally stumbled upon a bodybuilding and fitness store called “Muscle World” on his first outing as a muscle freak that very day in London, he could never have known that it would lead him to obtaining exactly what he desired. Mikey stood outside of the shop, looking up in awe at the word “MUSCLE” in bold blue lettering. Tubs of various protein powder and muscle supplements sat in the shop window. It was the closest he’d ever been to the world of extreme bodybuilding. An overwhelming urge to walk into the shop took over Mikey's body. It was almost like he was being beckoned inside. But something was stopping him. A voice in his head which was telling him that to go inside this shop would be a mistake. A voice that reminded him that, despite looking like a future Mr Olympia champion, he didn’t belong to this world. But something else was happening to Mikey too. A feeling in the pit of stomach was emerging, and was urging him to walk towards the shop. And then another voice came through in his head. Louder, calmer and clearer. DO IT MIKEY. DO IT DO IT DO IT. Whether this was intuition at play, Mikey wasn’t sure, but someone had once told him that he should always follow his gut instinct. Even if what that gut instinct was telling him didn’t seem like the sensible, logical thing to do. And so, with his specially sized bodybuilding hoodie wrapped around his waist, and his enormous muscle tits straining out of his vest, Mikey left the gawps and stares from his freaked out admirers on the street, and walked into the shop.

Chapter 11: Date Night! Friday has finally arrived; date night. I’m an excited bundle of nervousness. I could hardly concentrate through my classes. Mark has texted and we’ve agreed to meet at a pub just off campus. After classes, I hit the gym for a while to work off some of my nervous energy – and yes, to also get a good body pump going for my date (who doesn’t want to look their best?). After my shower I find that I’m having a tough time choosing what to wear. I finally select a sexy Andrew Christian jock that both cups my ass as well as accentuates my package. These work well with my “sexy jeans” that hug my glutes and also accentuate my bulge. I choose a fairly simple polo shirt in solid pastel orange that hugs my pecs and cuts tight across my biceps. I may not be a doctoral student like Mark, but I could at least show off my best assets. (insert shy grin) A pair of brown suede shoes with blue trim finishes off the look. I arrive right on time and find Mark looking casual and sexy standing out front of the pub. He’s so cute! He’s wearing a short-sleeve blue plaid button-down shirt, a pair of tight green casual pants with the cuffs rolled up at the bottom, and orange converse shoes. The pants are hugging his sexy ass nicely – and he’s certainly sporting a mouth-watering bulge in front. He’s adorable. “Hey! Orange!” And as soon as that leaves my mouth, I feel like an idiot. He’s doing his doctoral degree – I’m going to have to raise my game here, or he’s going to see me for the fool that I am. “I’m sure it’s a sign that we’re going to have a lovely evening together.” He’s so calm and inviting – not the slightest hint of judgement. Maybe I just need to relax and enjoy the flow. We’re lead to an out-of-the-way booth in the pub. The service is fine; the food is fine. But I’m not really paying any attention to those; my focus is on Mark. We’re having a great time. I manage to find my tongue (it was hanging out with my chin). The conversation flows well, and we share a ton of laughs. I can’t stop gazing into his lovely blue eyes – and I think I’ve had a chubby all night. Under the booth, our legs are crisscrossed, and I can feel the warmth of Mark’s legs against my own. Every now and then he gives my leg a squeeze, which sends a thrum of excitement through my body and makes my balls churn. We talk about everything: family, our hometowns, school, work, politics, music, movies, TV, faviourite books, dating history, everything. Everything except the one biggest thing in my life – I can’t bring myself to broach that topic with Mark. Not yet. We close the pub. We’re the last ones to leave – our very kind server could clearly see we were on a date, and so she was trying not to rush us out. We walk slowly back to campus together, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually we arrive at the point where we have to part ways. We linger for a while, but it really is quite late. “Corr… You’re adorable.” It’s dark, so I’m hoping that he can’t see me blushing. “I’ve had a great time tonight, and I hope you’re ok with us doing this again.” “The feeling’s mutual.” We’re holding hands. Mark leans in closer; our hips are locked together. I can feel his erection pushing against mine. He smells great. But I’m feeling both nervous excitement, as well as a mountain of trepidation, at what might happen here. How can I have a boyfriend? Or even a one-night stand? How would that even work? “Can we do this again next week?” I ask. I can see a flutter of questions in Mark’s eyes. I think he was hoping we might go a bit further tonight. But he recovers well. “Of course. That would be delightful. How about Monday night? That’s technically next week.” He’s sporting a sly grin. And as he’s saying it, he has his arms wrapped around my waist and he’s grinding against me. I can feel his boner pressed against me, and my own erection is pounding with excitement. “Monday would be great.” Mark leans in a bit closer, and all of a sudden his lips are pressed against mine. He tastes delicious. His tongue is teasing me inside my mouth, and he breaks off the kiss with a little nibble on my lower lip. Fuck that was hot – is he doing his Ph.D. in kissing? We say our good nights and head off. My head is in the clouds as I wander back to the dorm. The dorm room is dark as I enter, the thin stream of light from the streetlamp coming through the blinds is enough to show me that Shawn is sound asleep in bed. He is lying on his stomach and he’s kicked off all the covers. He’s only wearing a pair of thin tighty-whities, and they are straining to contain those glorious globes of his solid ass. As my eyes adjust to the thin light streaming in, I can make out the lines of muscle everywhere on his body. He has really been pounding away at the gym, and his body is showing it well. Even asleep, his muscles look taught and pumped. His hamstrings and quads give a nice rounded bulge to his upper legs, and are capped off by his amazing glutes straining his briefs. Above those, his lats are starting to look a bit like wings flaring out from his narrow waist. His traps create an impressive set of mounds leading toward the hills of his shoulders. He is sleeping with both of his hands above his head, and I can see the impressive bulges of one arm before it disappears underneath his pillow. I am trying to be quiet as a mouse so as not to wake Shawn. I strip off all my clothes, including my sexy jock with a noticeable wet spot from the chubby I’ve been sporting all evening. My belt makes a bit of a “clink” but thankfully doesn’t wake him up. I put on some comfortable boxers; thinking I might need to jack off to get my hard-on to go down (staring at Shawn’s sleeping body has only made me even hornier). However, as I’m climbing into bed the bedsprings betray me with some muted squeaks and this is enough to disturb Shawn’s sleep. He rolls over, and I am treated to a view of his massive balls and a semi fighting for space in his briefs. I’m trying to get under the covers quickly to hide my erection, while also keeping the squeaking to a minimum. But no luck. Shawn cracks a sleepy eye open, and manages to get a view of my boner before I get under the covers. “Hey Buddy.” His voice is full of sleep. “You’re getting in late.” But he’s waking up fast. Both his eyes are open now, and I can see them fixated on my boner. “How was your date? Must have been good, based on how late you’re getting in…and…well…” His voice trailed off, he didn’t need to say what he was thinking; I could see where his eyes were focused. “Good night Shawn.” I was hoping to end this and get to bed. But I can already tell that I’m too late. Shawn is now fully awake, and he’s getting out of bed. “Good night Shawn.” I say with a bit more emphasis. But I can already see his semi growing into a full hard-on, pushing its way toward his hip. “Let me help you with that thing. You know you’ll enjoy it, and we both know that I’ll enjoy it as well.” “Shawn, you can’t keep taking from me.” He’s crossed the space between our beds. I start to try and sit up in bed. “That’s ok. You can give it to me.” He reaches over and grabs one of my arms, I manage to keep the other arm free, but only for a moment. Within seconds he has both of my arms locked down – gods he’s strong, his grip is firm on my wrists. In spite of all of my efforts at the gym, I am no longer a match for Shawn’s strength, but at least I can still put up a good struggle. However, I’m not really committed to the struggle; I’m horny as hell, and my new bigger muscle-y roommate is a total turn on for me. Shawn is now fully on my bed, his weight is sitting on my chest, with one arm he has both of my arms pinned above my head, leaving his other hand free to struggle to rip off his own briefs. His pendulous erection slaps against my chest, and I can feel the weight of his balls against my sternum. He doesn’t have the reach to take off my boxers, but he pulls them below my balls, allowing my raging boner to slap up against my abs. I am hard as a rock, and already leaking the fuel that Shawn is so eager to obtain. Shawn caresses my balls and gives a few firm strokes to my shaft, and then he swipes his hand across the tip of my boner, swirling the pre-cum around to add to the sensation. However, the pre-cum is quickly absorbed into his hand. Can I already see him swelling a bit larger? Or is that just him leaning in closer? It feels as if he’s getting heavier, but that could just be his legs squeezing my chest with a bit of newly added strength. Shawn leans in a bit closer; I can see the excitement gleaming in his eyes, and I can smell a mix of shower gel, cologne, and a bit of musky sweat. Shawn leans forward and nuzzles his face against my neck – I can feel his throbbing erection pressed against my chest. “Oh fuck Corrigan. I want this muscle, I want to be huge.” He breathes into my neck, his teeth against my trap muscle. “Fuck me and make me huge.” He’s already out-powered me, and the thought of him growing huge has me painfully hard. Shawn spits on his hand and reaches around and lubes up my cock. At this point, I don’t think I’m struggling any more, but he still has my arms pinned above my head. I can feel his balls dragging down my abs as he slowly lowers himself down toward my waiting member. Shawn guides the tip of my boner toward his waiting hole. I can feel the pressure as he pushes against the head. And then I’m in. And I know that I am past the point of no return; no matter what, I am fucking his glorious, muscular, bubble-butt. Shawn continues to push, and my shaft slides deeper into his ass. Is he getting larger from my pre-cum? Probably, but I’m in too much ecstasy to notice. His hands are clamped painfully on my forearms. His face is just inches from my own, and I can feel his hot breath – he leans in and gives my neck a bit of a nibble. His boner is smearing pre-cum across my abs; an iron bar being crushed between our bodies. I’m fully inside him – balls deep. He starts riding my cock, slowly at first, savouring the moment. Shawn starts flexing the muscles in his ass; giving me the glorious sensation of having my cock milked. I can tell that I’m leaking pre-cum because I can feel his body swelling. His cock is pushing forward into my abs as it lengthens. And I can feel his thighs crushing my hips as they expand with further muscle. “Oh fuck!” I gasp. “Give it to me Corrigan. Make me huge.” He’s picking up speed, riding my cock with force. His ass is tight around my boner, the muscles squeezing harder as they flex and grow. I’m right on the edge, my mind is spinning with ecstasy. And all of a sudden, I am cumming. “Oh Fuck!” I yell. “Augh!” I yell louder. In the height of my orgasm, Shawn has leaned in and bitten me on the neck. I have never cum so hard in my life – my cock felt like a cannon in his ass; the cum was spewing forth like a fire hose. And Shawn was cumming as well – huge ropes of cum were shooting up between our abs and covering my chest, neck and face. I felt as if I came for a full minute – several huge, toe-curling volleys, followed by several more weaker shots. The pain in my neck – that bite is going to leave a mark. But all I can focus on is Shawn’s eyes, as they are inching upwards – and I’m having to adjust my angle to stare into them. This was a big dose, and hence more growth. I can feel him getting heavier on my abs. I can also feel his balls expanding and taking up more space as they push against my abs with their growth. His post-orgasm boner is still raging, standing straight up, and with new growth, I can see the large head pushing its way into my line of sight. “Why’d you bite me?” “You liked it. I bet you’ve never cum like that before.” He had a point – but still – ouch. Shawn made a point of lingering for a several moments, ensuring that he soaked up all the cum from my cock. He even flexed his ass muscles a few times to squeeze out any last drops of cum – and of course, my cock rewarded him with a few more drops. Eventually Shawn dismounts, and even with the dim light, it is clear that he’s been well-rewarded with some stunning growth. He has to be at least 5’10 and moving toward 5’11, and his body looks hard and swollen like a college wrestler who spends a lot of time in the gym. His traps are a pair of mountains along side his neck, and they are matched by thick bulging deltoids that make his shoulders look like a pair of striated bowling balls. He raises his arms into a double-bi pose – and his biceps explode into a pair of mountains that would put a softball to shame – and they are equally matched by his full bodied, horseshoe triceps. But his pose only serves to make his cock bounce, and that brings both our attentions to that monster. It has to be over 10 inches, and could be 11. It is standing straight up, the thick shaft is wrapped in veins, and capped with a full mushroom head. His cock is matched by a pair of amazing balls that look to be the size of pool balls, in spite of the fact that he just finished cumming. I am practically drooling at my Adonis of a roommate. Shawn reaches down – his arms are wrapped in a roadmap of veins. His meaty hands can barely wrap around his thick shaft, and even with both hands there is plenty of cock still exposed. He gives it a good squeeze – it looks as if his cock is swelling in his hands. “Come here and suck me off.” It’s not a request, but he’s so fucking hot I would have begged to do so. I quickly climb out of bed and I’m on my knees staring up at him. Past his cobblestone abs, and his shelf of a chest, I can see his eyes glowing with lust. Up close, his cock is huge. I have to squeeze tight to get my hands around it – and it feels as if I’m trying to squeeze stone. I’m hungry for this – I want his cock in my mouth. I lunge like a snake – my jaws spread wide. It fills up my mouth and stretches my throat. I can feel the ridges of the veins as they pass my lips. His cock is so engorged that even the veins are hard – and it’s hot in my mouth. Shawn is now so large that I start to gag with just over half in my mouth. I back off a bit and start sucking and playing with the head – wrapping my tongue around it and giving it the occasional flick. My hands are busy working the shaft and pulling on his engorged balls. Shawn starts moaning. He grabs my head with both hands and starts fucking my face. Even though he just came moments ago, I can already feel his cock swelling in anticipation of orgasm. And then with a final surge, his cock swells larger, and Shawn’s grip on my head tightens, forcing more of his cock down my throat, and he’s cumming. A torrent spews down my throat, and I eagerly drink down every last drop. Shawn eventually relaxes, and he releases my head. I give his balls one last squeeze, and take one final suck on his cock as he’s pulling it out of my mouth. “Whew! That was awesome. Thanks Buddy!” He has a post-orgasm grin on his face. Shawn grabs his briefs, wraps a towel around his waist and heads to the showers. I watch in silence – every movement is a chorus of bulging muscles, and the towel does nothing to hide the size of his cock. Shawn exits the room, and I’m left alone with my thoughts. What had started out as a lovely date night ended up turning into… Into what? Was this a terrible thing? Do I feel as if I might have been unfaithful to Mark? We only had one date. Am I worried about Shawn getting out of control? I don’t think I can deny the fact that I am turned on by the new Adonis-Shawn. But is this what I want? It’s very late and I’m too tired to think straight. Tomorrow is another day and I just need some sleep.