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So, this is a story that I adapted from a RP I did with someone. I really liked the idea, so I thought I'd turn it into a story and share it with you all. Hope you enjoy! DISCLAIMER: Contains growth, financial domination, strong language, macro, muscle The two men sat in Dan’s bedroom together, still in their sweatpants and tank tops from their late-night workout, staring at the screen of Chad’s phone. The screen read “CashGro!” with the subtitle “Turn your cash into someone else’s size!” Dan was the first to break the silence. “So, this thing really works? You’ve tried it?” Chad replied, “I tested it with a dude from the gym. He had his PayPal public on his Instagram, so I tried giving him like $5 just to try it. I’m telling you dude, he practically grew before my eyes! He thought it was just a good pump, but man, he must have easily put on 10lbs of muscle right then and there.” Dan still looked a bit skeptical. He leaned back in his desk chair, looking over at Chad. Dan was quite scrawny, standing at only 5’2” tall and weighing a mere 110lbs. Chad wasn’t much bigger, sporting a 5’4” 130lbs frame himself. Dan wanted to get into bodybuilding lately, and Chad was more than happy to indulge. After a few more moments of silence, Dan finally spoke up. “Fine. But if this stupid thing doesn’t work, or this ends up being a prank, I’m telling everyone about how you actually begged bullies to give you swirlies in high school.” Chad shook his head, handing his phone over to Dan. “No, I promise, that won’t be needed! This thing really works! Just put in your PayPal there, and then place your thumb on the button so it can scan your...well, I guess it scans your fingerprint? Or something, I don’t know, dude, I just know it works!” Dan, still looking skeptical, started typing in his PayPal email into the phone. “Like I said, it’s your funeral if you’re fucking with me.” Once he finished typing in his email, he placed his thumb over the phone’s button. The app displayed a spinning coin for a few seconds before it stopped and the phone played a *DING!* He handed the phone back to Chad, standing up. “Alright, now how does this wo-?” Before Dan could even finish the sentence, his own phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled out his phone, and a notification was on the screen: ‘Payment processed: $5. Enjoy your new size!’ As he finished reading that, he could feel his body starting to grow. He slowly swelled taller, his body shivering from the pleasure of the added size. “O-oh god..! W-what did you-” Once again interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, Dan felt another growth spurt coming on. Chad had pressed another option on the app, labeled simply ‘Donate Muscle.’ As the cash was drained from Chad’s bank account, Dan’s body grew. His lats widened, his pecs swelled, and even his toothpick legs gained a bit of mass beneath his sweatpants. His arms were visibly larger, and even more defined! “Wow...” Chad said in partial disbelief. He knew this would work; he just didn’t know how well. Dan groaned as his first couple growth spurts came to an end, the seams of his shirt starting to strain. What was once a very loose tanktop on him was now looking to be a size too small. His ego even seemed to grow a bit to complement his body. “Ohhh yeah...more!” Dan demanded. “C’mon, don’t you wanna see your master grow?!” Chad rolled his eyes at the comment as he sat back in his chair, messing around with a few more options on the phone. He messed with some sliders labeled ‘Chest,’ ‘Shoulders,’ and ‘Back,’ maxing every single one out. Then, he pressed the ‘Donate’ button again after selecting ‘$5’, and looked up to watch the results. Dan grinned, feeling the first threads of his shirt finally giving way. His shoulders put an immense pressure on the straps of the tank top, causing several threads to snap. The straps were already in a losing battle with the massive boulders of muscle, but it wasn’t enough for Dan. “You better start donating in much larger amounts, wimp! We’re never gonna get me to true Godhood unless you start paying what I deserve!” Dan boomed with a voice had dropped several octaves compared to his previous command. Chad blushed as he heard Dan’s new, deeper voice, his submissive side being coaxed out. “O-oh...yes, Sir!” He raised the amount of money displayed in the ‘Donate’ box to $20. He bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should really be giving this much to Dan. He had been saving up for a new car, and if Dan demanded much more, his plans would be set back quite a bit. Chad curled his legs up off the floor and held them against his chest, asking meekly, “Is-is that better, Sir…?” Dan grunted as his body was suddenly filled with an intense warmth. He hunched over, clutching his stomach. “Grr..rrrRRRR...” His entire body trembled, each limb taking turns jerking him from side to side, until finally… “GGGRRRRRAAAAWWWWRRR!” He rose up, his arms stretched outwards and bent slightly. He flexed every single one of his muscles with this motion, his tank top practically disintegrating from the rapid growth. His sweatpants were still hanging on, a lot more room for his legs to grow thanks to the stretchy material. He panted deeply, slowly walking towards Chad. “Aww yeah...that’s what I’m talking about, you fucking runt...” He stopped once he was right in front of Chad, looming over the smaller man and grinning down. “How about a bit more, eh? I’m gonna need more money to afford my new weight bench, some protein, and all kinds of other stuff to keep this bod running! You think this pocket change is going to satisfy me?!” Dan flexed his pecs at the end of each sentence, as if to punctuate his point. But after Dan went quiet, he started to slowly bounce his pecs, alternating his pec bounces. He made sure Chad was focusing on his pecs, starting to sway his body back and forth in a very entrancing motion, each bounce seeming to add to that effect. Dan spoke in a quiet, deep tone, “You want to give me more...” Chad shuddered, crossing his legs and hiding his swollen cock. He moaned softly as he looked down at his phone, tapping a few more buttons to donate to Dan’s growing bulk. The room was filling with a potent musk as Chad looked up at Dan. “You deserve it, Sir...You deserve so much...” Chad spoke in a submissive tone. Dan chuckled, leaning over just enough for his pecs to brush against Chad’s forehead. He started to bounce his pecs with a bit more force, knocking Chad’s head back against the chair again and again and again. “You’re damn right I do. And you better start sending me the real big bucks instead of this pathetic pocket change. I am a GOD! I deserve much more!” Dan raised his hands up and placed them on the wall behind Chad for support, the potent musk from his armpits wafting towards the lesser man’s nostrils. Dan took in a deep breath, letting out a content moan. “Aw yeah...the smell of a real man! Isn’t it nice to finally know what that smells like, fag?” Chad fumbled with his phone, moaning as he shuddered in pleasure. Dan’s powerful musk was overbearing, clouding Chad’s vision as Chad looked over Dan’s body, entranced by the size and power of his frame. The thickness of Dan’s arms and pecs, the width of his lats, the definition of his abs, everything was God-like. “Y-yes, my God. It smells incredible...” Chad said, sounding like he was in a trance. He pressed the ‘Donate’ button once more, donating another $25 to the God’s growth. Dan growled as he started to tremble again, one of his jerking motions accidentally knocking the phone from Chad’s hand. Dan’s hands started to slide further up the wall, his pecs ramming into Chad’s head as his body surged larger. “Oh fuck YES!!! That’s it, faggot, drain your wallet for your growing GOD!” Dan boomed. Dan stepped back so Chad could get a better look at his new body. His legs were pressed tightly against his sweatpants, enough that Chad could see every single separation, even with the thick fabric separating the legs from the outside air. Dan placed a foot in front of himself, wobbling his quadriceps back and forth. “Tell you what, runt, gimme another $50 and I’ll flex these legs hard enough to shred out of these sweatpants. That sound good to you?” he said in a teasing tone, knowing Chad’s answer. Chad nodded obediently, letting out a moan as he observed Dan’s thick legs. He stood up and walked over to where his phone landed, but before he could reach down and pick it up, Dan’s large hand engulfed the phone. “Oops, too slow~” Dan pressed a button, donating $50 to himself. He could feel the growth kick in again, his lats widening to an almost impossible size, his pecs jutting out so far that they were beginning to obscure his vision of the ground. He grunted and raised an arm up to flex his bicep, the peak almost reaching his knuckles! “Fuck yeah! Lil fag’s money is doing wonders for this God!” He relaxed his flex, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing Chad by the throat. He didn’t squeeze Chad’s neck, but Chad’s airflow was being restricted just from the sheer massiveness of his hand. “But, I see here that you have a lot more money in your account than what you were giving me. What’s this weak-ass $20-donation bullshit you’ve been doing?” Dan tightened his grip just enough for Chad to realize the kind of power he commanded now, but Chad was still just barely able to speak. “I am your God. And you will treat me as such. Now...” Dan extended his thumb on the hand holding the phone, hovering it over the screen. “I’m going to give myself more of your hard-earned cash. I deserve it more, after all.” Chad could hear the seams of Dan’s sweatpants straining to hold back the bulging tree trunks beneath them. Dan’s legs trembled in anticipation of the coming growth. “I’ll eventually drain all your money, but what’s the fun in taking it all at once? So...let’s just start this off nice and easy, eh? Gonna be fun watching how low your bank account can dip,” Dan said in an almost cruel, mocking tone. He raised the donation amount to $100 and changed it to balance evenly between all his attributes. Then, with a simple press of his thumb, his body began to grow once more. Dan groaned in pleasure as his body trembled again. He released Chad’s neck as the waves of pleasure started to wash over him, the growth ready to begin anew. This time, without warning, Dan’s pecs expanded out so far that they just crashed into Chad, pinning him down into the chair. But then, Chad could feel the sensation of rising...Dan’s pecs were actually lifting Chad and the chair up against the wall! “GrrrRRRR!!! MORE! MOOOORE!!!” Dan commanded. He lifted up his foot and stomped it down, his legs suddenly exploding in size, tearing his sweatpants to shreds. Scraps of fabric fell around his feet, the waistband still intact, which made it look like he was wearing a loincloth. Chad could see every striation on Dan’s perfect quads, the teardrop perfectly defined for the lesser man to admire. Though, it was kind of hard to see down past Dan’s pecs! But, Chad could catch a glimpse here and there. “Haha, alright...that’s enough toying around, don’t you think? Let’s see what this baby can really do!” Dan flexed his pecs hard, crushing the chair and letting Chad fall down to the ground below. Chad heard a couple beeps from his phone, followed by a computerized voice saying, “Full transfer confirmed.” And after that...Chad could practically feel the ground beneath him shaking. Dan’s body convulsed several times, growing in halting jerks. His arms lengthened and bulged outwards, as did his legs. His pecs pressed out even further, filling up at least ¼ of the room with their mass. His abs became like a washboard, so chiseled and hard that nothing could dent them. Dan’s head bumped against the ceiling, his body taking up most of the space in the room. Chad was forced up against the wall once again, this time by the hilariously large bulge beneath the remains of Dan’s sweatpants. The growth felt so incredible that Dan began to hump against the wall, slamming Chad’s body repeatedly against it as he went into a growth-fueled lust. As far as Dan was concerned, Chad was just a tool to grow even larger. With the immense amount of money Chad had saved up, Dan’s body just continued to grow. Dan placed his hands on the ceiling, growling out his words. “A God needs no house! The entire WORLD belongs to Me!!!” With that, Dan pressed upwards, tearing the roof from the walls of his house. He stood up, tossing the roof a few blocks away. He took in a deep breath, smelling the night air. A thud could be heard from a distance away, and several car alarms started blaring. It looked like that roof landed in a very inopportune area. But the noise didn’t worry Dan, only angered him. “GrrRRRR! Stupid fucking cars!” Dan roared. He lifted a foot out of the remains of the house and began stomping towards the noise. With each step, he grew more and more, a true giant by this point. Chad was in a bit of a daze after being practically suffocated by Dan’s muscles for so long. Once he regained his composure, though, he quickly ran outside just in time to see Dan all the way down the street. Dan raised up his foot and slammed it down on not one, not two, but three cars at the same time! Even from a few blocks away, Chad could hear the metal bending and groaning in the quiet night air. The car alarms slowly became more and more distorted as Dan applied more pressure, until the alarms were silenced altogether. With the noise subsided, Dan stomped back towards his house...or rather, he took a single step back to his house. He looked down at Chad standing in front of the giant’s former house. “Hey, faggot. Thanks for the money. It’s done wonders for my physique! But, unless you find a way to make more...” Dan turned his back to Chad. “I’m sure others have far more to give a God like me now...” Dan stomped off into the night, towards the rich part of town. Something told Chad that this is just the beginning of Godhood for this giant.

Now I can actually read it... ************* The two men sat in Dan’s bedroom together, still in their sweatpants and tank tops from their late-night workout, staring at the screen of Chad’s phone. The screen read “CashGro!” with the subtitle “Turn your cash into someone else’s size!” Dan was the first to break the silence. “So, this thing really works? You’ve tried it?” Chad replied, “I tested it with a dude from the gym. He had his PayPal public on his Instagram, so I tried giving him like $5 just to try it. I’m telling you dude, he practically grew before my eyes! He thought it was just a good pump, but man, he must have easily put on 10lbs of muscle right then and there.” Dan still looked a bit skeptical. He leaned back in his desk chair, looking over at Chad. Dan was quite scrawny, standing at only 5’2” tall and weighing a mere 110lbs. Chad wasn’t much bigger, sporting a 5’4” 130lbs frame himself. Dan wanted to get into bodybuilding lately, and Chad was more than happy to indulge. After a few more moments of silence, Dan finally spoke up. “Fine. But if this stupid thing doesn’t work, or this ends up being a prank, I’m telling everyone about how you actually begged bullies to give you swirlies in high school.” Chad shook his head, handing his phone over to Dan. “No, I promise, that won’t be needed! This thing really works! Just put in your PayPal there, and then place your thumb on the button so it can scan your...well, I guess it scans your fingerprint? Or something, I don’t know, dude, I just know it works!” Dan, still looking skeptical, started typing in his PayPal email into the phone. “Like I said, it’s your funeral if you’re fucking with me.” Once he finished typing in his email, he placed his thumb over the phone’s button. The app displayed a spinning coin for a few seconds before it stopped and the phone played a *DING!* He handed the phone back to Chad, standing up. “Alright, now how does this wo-?” Before Dan could even finish the sentence, his own phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled out his phone, and a notification was on the screen: ‘Payment processed: $5. Enjoy your new size!’ As he finished reading that, he could feel his body starting to grow. He slowly swelled taller, his body shivering from the pleasure of the added size. “O-oh god..! W-what did you-” Once again interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, Dan felt another growth spurt coming on. Chad had pressed another option on the app, labeled simply ‘Donate Muscle.’ As the cash was drained from Chad’s bank account, Dan’s body grew. His lats widened, his pecs swelled, and even his toothpick legs gained a bit of mass beneath his sweatpants. His arms were visibly larger, and even more defined! “Wow...” Chad said in partial disbelief. He knew this would work; he just didn’t know how well. Dan groaned as his first couple growth spurts came to an end, the seams of his shirt starting to strain. What was once a very loose tanktop on him was now looking to be a size too small. His ego even seemed to grow a bit to complement his body. “Ohhh yeah...more!” Dan demanded. “C’mon, don’t you wanna see your master grow?!” Chad rolled his eyes at the comment as he sat back in his chair, messing around with a few more options on the phone. He messed with some sliders labeled ‘Chest,’ ‘Shoulders,’ and ‘Back,’ maxing every single one out. Then, he pressed the ‘Donate’ button again after selecting ‘$5’, and looked up to watch the results. Dan grinned, feeling the first threads of his shirt finally giving way. His shoulders put an immense pressure on the straps of the tank top, causing several threads to snap. The straps were already in a losing battle with the massive boulders of muscle, but it wasn’t enough for Dan. “You better start donating in much larger amounts, wimp! We’re never gonna get me to true Godhood unless you start paying what I deserve!” Dan boomed with a voice had dropped several octaves compared to his previous command. Chad blushed as he heard Dan’s new, deeper voice, his submissive side being coaxed out. “O-oh...yes, Sir!” He raised the amount of money displayed in the ‘Donate’ box to $20. He bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should really be giving this much to Dan. He had been saving up for a new car, and if Dan demanded much more, his plans would be set back quite a bit. Chad curled his legs up off the floor and held them against his chest, asking meekly, “Is-is that better, Sir…?” Dan grunted as his body was suddenly filled with an intense warmth. He hunched over, clutching his stomach. “Grr..rrrRRRR...” His entire body trembled, each limb taking turns jerking him from side to side, until finally… “GGGRRRRRAAAAWWWWRRR!” He rose up, his arms stretched outwards and bent slightly. He flexed every single one of his muscles with this motion, his tank top practically disintegrating from the rapid growth. His sweatpants were still hanging on, a lot more room for his legs to grow thanks to the stretchy material. He panted deeply, slowly walking towards Chad. “Aww yeah...that’s what I’m talking about, you fucking runt...” He stopped once he was right in front of Chad, looming over the smaller man and grinning down. “How about a bit more, eh? I’m gonna need more money to afford my new weight bench, some protein, and all kinds of other stuff to keep this bod running! You think this pocket change is going to satisfy me?!” Dan flexed his pecs at the end of each sentence, as if to punctuate his point. But after Dan went quiet, he started to slowly bounce his pecs, alternating his pec bounces. He made sure Chad was focusing on his pecs, starting to sway his body back and forth in a very entrancing motion, each bounce seeming to add to that effect. Dan spokein a quiet, deep tone, “You want to give me more...” Chad shuddered, crossing his legs and hiding his swollen cock. He moaned softly as he looked down at his phone, tapping a few more buttons to donate to Dan’s growing bulk. The room was filling with a potent musk as Chad looked up at Dan. “You deserve it, Sir...You deserve so much...” Chad spoke in a submissive tone. Dan chuckled, leaning over just enough for his pecs to brush against Chad’s forehead. He started to bounce his pecs with a bit more force, knocking Chad’s head back against the chair again and again and again. “You’re damn right I do. And you better start sending me the real big bucks instead of this pathetic pocket change. I am a GOD! I deserve much more!” Dan raised his hands up and placed them on the wall behind Chad for support, the potent musk from his armpits wafting towards the lesser man’s nostrils. Dan took in a deep breath, letting out a content moan. “Aw yeah...the smell of a real man! Isn’t it nice to finally know what that smells like, fag?” Chad fumbled with his phone, moaning as he shuddered in pleasure. Dan’s powerful musk was overbearing, clouding Chad’s vision as Chad looked over Dan’s body, entranced by the size and power of his frame. The thickness of Dan’s arms and pecs, the width of his lats, the definition of his abs, everything was God-like. “Y-yes, my God. It smells incredible...” Chad said, sounding like he was in a trance. He pressed the ‘Donate’ button once more, donating another $25 to the God’s growth. Dan growled as he started to tremble again, one of his jerking motions accidentally knocking the phone from Chad’s hand. Dan’s hands started to slide further up the wall, his pecs ramming into Chad’s head as his body surged larger. “Oh fuck YES!!! That’s it, faggot, drain your wallet for your growing GOD!” Dan boomed. Dan stepped back so Chad could get a better look at his new body. His legs were pressed tightly against his sweatpants, enough that Chad could see every single separation, even with the thick fabric separating the legs from the outside air. Dan placed a foot in front of himself, wobbling his quadriceps back and forth. “Tell you what, runt, gimme another $50 and I’ll flex these legs hard enough to shred out of these sweatpants. That sound good to you?” he said in a teasing tone, knowing Chad’s answer. Chad nodded obediently, letting out a moan as he observed Dan’s thick legs. He stood up and walked over to where his phone landed, but before he could reach down and pick it up, Dan’s large hand engulfed the phone. “Oops, too slow~” Dan pressed a button, donating $50 to himself. He could feel the growth kick in again, his lats widening to an almost impossible size, his pecs jutting out so far that they were beginning to obscure his vision of the ground. He grunted and raised an arm up to flex his bicep, the peak almost reaching his knuckles! “Fuck yeah! Lil fag’s money is doing wonders for this God!” He relaxed his flex, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing Chad by the throat. He didn’t squeeze Chad’s neck, but Chad’s airflow was being restricted just from the sheer massiveness of his hand. “But, I see here that you have a lot more money in your account than what you were giving me. What’s this weak-ass $20-donation bullshit you’ve been doing?” Dan tightened his grip just enough for Chad to realize the kind of power he commanded now, but Chad was still just barely able to speak. “I am your God. And you will treat me as such. Now...” Dan extended his thumb on the hand holding the phone, hovering it over the screen. “I’m going to give myself more of your hard-earned cash. I deserve it more, after all.” Chad could hear the seams of Dan’s sweatpants straining to hold back the bulging tree trunks beneath them. Dan’s legs trembled in anticipation of the coming growth. “I’ll eventually drain all your money, but what’s the fun in taking it all at once? So...let’s just start this off nice and easy, eh? Gonna be fun watching how low your bank account can dip,” Dan said in an almost cruel, mocking tone. He raised the donation amount to $100 and changed it to balance evenly between all his attributes. Then, with a simple press of his thumb, his body began to grow once more. Dan groaned in pleasure as his body trembled again. He released Chad’s neck as the waves of pleasure started to wash over him, the growth ready to begin anew. This time, without warning, Dan’s pecs expanded out so far that they just crashed into Chad, pinning him down into the chair. But then, Chad could feel the sensation of rising...Dan’s pecs were actually lifting Chad and the chair up against the wall! “GrrrRRRR!!! MORE! MOOOORE!!!” Dan commanded. He lifted up his foot and stomped it down, his legs suddenly exploding in size, tearing his sweatpants to shreds. Scraps of fabric fell around his feet, the waistband still intact, which made it look like he was wearing a loincloth. Chad could see every striation on Dan’s perfect quads, the teardrop perfectly defined for the lesser man to admire. Though, it was kind of hard to see down past Dan’s pecs! But, Chad could catch a glimpse here and there. “Haha, alright...that’s enough toying around, don’t you think? Let’s see what this baby can really do!” Dan flexed his pecs hard, crushing the chair and letting Chad fall down to the ground below. Chad heard a couple beeps from his phone, followed by a computerized voice saying, “Full transfer confirmed.” And after that...Chad could practically feel the ground beneath him shaking. Dan’s body convulsed several times, growing in halting jerks. His arms lengthened and bulged outwards, as did his legs. His pecs pressed out even further, filling up at least ¼ of the room with their mass. His abs became like a washboard, so chiseled and hard that nothing could dent them. Dan’s head bumped against the ceiling, his body taking up most of the space in the room. Chad was forced up against the wall once again, this time by the hilariously large bulge beneath the remains of Dan’s sweatpants. The growth felt so incredible that Dan began to hump against the wall, slamming Chad’s body repeatedly against it as he went into a growth-fueled lust. As far as Dan was concerned, Chad was just a tool to grow even larger. With the immense amount of money Chad had saved up, Dan’s body just continued to grow. Dan placed his hands on the ceiling, growling out his words. “A God needs no house! The entire WORLD belongs to Me!!!” With that, Dan pressed upwards, tearing the roof from the walls of his house. He stood up, tossing the roof a few blocks away. He took in a deep breath, smelling the night air. A thud could be heard from a distance away, and several car alarms started blaring. It looked like that roof landed in a very inopportune area. But the noise didn’t worry Dan, only angered him. “GrrRRRR! Stupid fucking cars!” Dan roared. He lifted a foot out of the remains of the house and began stomping towards the noise. With each step, he grew more and more, a true giant by this point. Chad was in a bit of a daze after being practically suffocated by Dan’s muscles for so long. Once he regained his composure, though, he quickly ran outside just in time to see Dan all the way down the street. Dan raised up his foot and slammed it down on not one, not two, but three cars at the same time! Even from a few blocks away, Chad could hear the metal bending and groaning in the quiet night air. The car alarms slowly became more and more distorted as Dan applied more pressure, until the alarms were silenced altogether. With the noise subsided, Dan stomped back towards his house...or rather, he took a single step back to his house. He looked down at Chad standing in front of the giant’s former house. “Hey, faggot. Thanks for the money. It’s done wonders for my physique! But, unless you find a way to make more...” Dan turned his back to Chad. “I’m sure others have far more to give a God like me now...” Dan stomped off into the night, towards the rich part of town. Something told Chad that this is just the beginning of Godhood for this giant.

Evan already knew that Andre was much stronger than him. Feeling the powerful clasp of Andre’s massive hand on the back of his neck only confirmed it. Andre had a dangerous greed for muscle, and he now had the alpha DNA code to take as much as he wanted. Evan only had a few seconds to regain control of the situation. Andre started inhaling deeply, not realizing how easy it was for his muscle fibers to densify and grow. His back started to broaden, his shoulders pushed out wider, and his chest grew thick and heavy with new, unrestrained muscle. Evan’s huge neck started to feel small in Andre’s grip, and he quickly began to close out Evan’s 4-inch height advantage. Joe watched in stunned amazement as the two muscle titans struggled. At 6 feet tall, the football jock was still a lean 160lbs, as gaining muscle was always a challenge. Standing behind Andre, he had a clear view of how thick and broad his back was becoming, and the word POWER just kept echoing in his head. Evan planted his feet firmly, using all 345lb of muscle to literally stand his ground. Andre reflexively did the same, and his powerful calves exerted so much force that the concrete floor began to crack. Andre’s growth was getting more rapid. But Evan’s heart muscle was still stronger, and he was able to slow Andre’s rate of inhalation. Then something remarkable happened to Evan: his muscle fiber, sensing the threat from Andre, started getting denser and growing even more rapidly. The two muscle titans were able to spontaneously create even more muscle while trying to resist each other. Eventually, Evan was able to stop Andre’s breath altogether, and his heart alone was strong enough to keep both of the muscle studs alive. While he held Andre, Evan began thinking: You want to be strong, and smart Andre… I can give that to you. I can clear your mind of all your past anger and hurt, and, in fact, I’m doing it right now. I’ll give you what you need to survive and thrive in this world… more power and strength than you ever imagined… but greed will never serve you well, Andre. You have very powerful gifts – physical and intellectual - and I can guide you on how to use them properly. Andre was in a state of total euphoria. He could feel the new muscle thickening and solidifying on his frame, and felt a calmness washing over him, and with it, washing away all his past troubles. And he heard Evan again: You don’t get powerful by stealing muscle. You get powerful by building it, for yourself, and others. In that instant, Andre became fully self-aware. He had been imprinted with Evan’s psyche, and knew that trying to inhale any more muscle from him would only make the Asian god stronger. He released his grip on Evan’s neck, and his breath began to return slowly. He blinked his eyes opened, was stunned to see he was now as tall as Evan. Andre was now 6’ 6” and weighed 355lbs. Evan had also gained muscle, and at 6’ 6”, he weighed in at 390lbs. Even though Evan had the weight advantage, Andre was much stronger due to the incredible density of his muscle. Evan stepped back, silently releasing Andre, but still in control. Andre looked around the room, and he was mentally measuring everything against his size. He looked at the sledgehammer, shattered on the floor and laughed to himself at how easy it was for him to destroy. The marble columns didn’t look as strong as he felt. He looked at Joe, who he once used to envy, and saw that envy reflected right back at him now. Then he eyed Evan closely: Same height, my shoulders are wider, my back is thicker… much thicker, and broader… but his arms and legs are still massive… and shit…. That 12-pack…. Andre looked down and clenched his stomach: he had a solid, thick cobblestoned 8-pack. He reached over and thumped Evan’s abs a bit, the sound echoing in the room. Then looking right into Evan’s eyes, Andre clasped his hands behind his head. He sucked in his breath deeply and crunched his mid-section, and seemingly held his breath for an eternity, crunching harder with each passing second. After two minutes, there was a loud cracking coming from Andre: his abs were getting thicker and deeper, and by his own sheer power, finally separated into 12 deeply chiseled blocks of muscle. Andre’s eyes shifted to Joe. By instinct, the football jock felt like he should run, but was powerless with Andre’s gaze on him. Without thinking, he took off his shirt, revealing a solid if not lean 6-pack and a smooth defined chest. Joe’s shorts hung low on his narrow waist, revealing a thick jet-black treasure trail on an otherwise smooth torso. “Don’t even try to run,” said Andre. In a flash so fast that Joe only felt a gust of wind, Andre was standing before him. “You like what you see, Joe? Do you want power like this?” said Andre. Andre smiled at Joe, holding up a massively flexed bicep. Joe grabbed onto the python arm, unable to close his hand around the peak. Andre’s warm bicep was bigger than a football, and as solid as titanium. But Joe wasn’t cowering anymore. Instead he boldly gripped Andre’s other arm. He knew Andre was always attracted to him, and he was trying to use that to his advantage. His hands started exploring and worshipping every inch of the rock solid muscled stud in front of him, and Joe stepped closer so that their bare torsos were touching. “I want win, Andre. I want the guys on the football team to respect me. To fear me. I want to get signed to the NFL. And I want to win Super Bowls, Andre. Make me as strong as you are.” Andre was panting heavily, enjoying the worship from Joe. And Joe instinctively started to breath in deeply with each exhale from Andre, standing close enough, and just under Andre’s chin to slowly take in his DNA. With even just those first few breaths, Joe could feel his midsection getting tighter and stronger. Joe leaned up and slowly kissed Andre, gripping onto his massive frame. Andre clasped Joe’s back, easily hoisting him up as they started to kiss more passionately. Within seconds, Andre’s powerful DNA started to flood into Joe’s lungs. The lean football jock felt it right away, and was a bit scared at first of how powerful it felt, but he just keep taking in more and more. He chest started to expand, followed by his shoulders and back. Even with his arms pressed against Andre’s powerful build, Joe could feel them thickening up. Joe’s growth was incredibly rapid, and after two minutes, Andre released him. Smiling and admiring his new creation, Andre saw a new football god in front of him: Joe’s thick treasure trail had sprouted a mat of thick black hair across a wide, powerful chest. His formerly clean-shaven face now sported a thick jet-black beard. His arms were massive pythons now too, almost as big as Andre’s. He had a solid 8-pack under the fur, and powerful quads that would terrify any NFL player. Joe now stood at 6’ 5” inches of hirsute, rock solid 315lbs of muscle. And already having the confidence and swagger of a football jock, it took Joe no time at all to adjust to his new power. “I have to try out this new muscle,” he said in a voice that was now so deep it barreled through the room. With a dark, determined look on his face, he nodded at Evan, acknowledging him at the ultimate source of his new power, and said, “You should expand the smoothie shop right into the gym.” And with that, he crouched down into his starting sprint position, and then took off like a 315lb cannonball aimed right at the cinder block wall. The wall was no match for Joe’s charging muscle, and he blasted right through it, even destroying some rebar, without a scratch. Evan smiled at his two new creations and the three behemoths retreated back to the smoothie shop, where they laughed, drank more shakes, and made plans for the gym and the football team. A few hours later, across town, Todd awoke from a long and deep sleep. He had a vague recollection of the previous day, but his sharpest memory was of Evan, and that instantly gave him a hard on. As he slid his hand down to grab his dick, he could feel a new solidity in his stomach. Even his arm seemed heavier, much heavier than the day before. Just as he was about to start jerking off to the thought of Evan, his phone pinged with a text from his god.

We all need a guy like Reid. ;w; poor Fabian, sometimes it really is better to go through all the changes in 1 go instead of one at a time... but i guess, he does get tge opportunity to get used to everything and to kearn how to use everything. ;3 <3 I wonder what will be bext. Probably height seeing as his future muscles would need a frame to hold them. ;3

OH MY! Soooo hot. Love it, man. Awesome to see Matt let loose and ENJOY his power and size. Great stuff.

Thank you, xboy, for your kind words, and thank you, Ro20316, for your concern for Cody. Cody might be less endearing than Jack, but I wanted to invent characters with realistic faults, and – in the case of Chad – the ability to improve. I suppose, that many of us have met persons like Jack, Cody, Tim, Lucien and Chad in real life – before transformation, that is. Talking about unexpected: I suppose there will be more twists and turns.

Chapter 5: The Giant Festival The day of the Giant Festival came, and Clyde and Gerald drove out to the city plaza together early to check it out. Some booths were already set up and others were in the process, but it looked like a normal farmer's market or carnival, except there were also booths promoting fitness, as one would expect from a bodybuilding show expo, and oddly also some that were related to fantasy, clearly playing on the idea that Matt Hahn was some mythological being. Muscular men went shirtless like their idol the Giant so often did, and it looked like everyone else was wearing a commemorative T-shirt reading "Giant Festival 2017". Clyde and Gerald both got one for free from a booth that recognized Clyde, and they decided they'd come back to the booths after the opening ceremony. As they walked to the plaza, they found half of it was being filled up quickly, the other half sectioned off with a platform, some vehicles, and some people looking important. Clyde felt especially tiny and claustrophobic, as lots of men were taking the opportunity to show how big they were to each other and if it weren't for Gerald pulling him to the front of the crowd, he'd have gotten lost in a sea of people, but he overheard things like, "Man, my bicep is bigger than that freak's" - which made Clyde laugh out loud, because while the man was incredibly muscular, he was also a powerlifter so he had large amounts of fat on him too. Besides, his dad had been confirmed to have the biggest everything, even at his smallest size, and had been recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records for many things. The crowd began to hush as a middle-aged man stepped up to the microphone on the platform. "Good morning, and welcome to our first Giant Festival!" The crowd applauded and cheered, and he continued. "In a moment, we'll bring out the guest of honor, but first I wanted to note some of his fantastic accomplishments." The mayor went on to list "simple" things he'd done just since coming to town, like saving the dam, rescuing people from a fire, and clearing a highway of a wreck. And then he broadened his speech to highlights of the Giant's life: stopping a plane from crash landing by catching it in his palm, giving Florida residents time to evacuate as he blocked a hurricane with his back, rescuing a Navy destroyer that had turned on its side... "And now we'd like to bring out our honored guest, Mr. Matt Hahn, the Giant!" The mayor clapped, and the audience followed suit, and soon from behind the building the mayor was standing in front of, black fabric rose above the roof. "Wow, they're making him grow huge for this event if he doesn't even fit in the shorts above the roof yet," Gerald noted, and Clyde nodded. "They wanted to make sure everyone could see, not just people in the plaza. I think they settled on a thousand feet." Gerald's eyes widened as he looked down at Clyde. Holy shit, that's HUGE! The Giant's head finally poked out above the fabric, facing away from the crowd, and he sped up his growth as usual to fill out the shorts that had a red "1000" lining one side. The shorts now secure and snug, he carefully turned around 90 degrees and did a side chest pose, smiling down at the crowd. "I taught him that!" Gerald yelled excitedly. The Giant broke his pose and peered down at the building he'd been hiding behind, which had a rooftop of spectators cheering for him right around his navel. He grinned and waved at them, and they all happily waved back. He bent over and raised a flexed bicep next to the roof, the veins bigger than firefighting hoses and the muscle itself a hill of manliness. Many of the spectators, men, women, and children alike all raised their own arms and flexed with him, which encouraged him to flex harder, and then stand back up to full height, giving them a slight bow in thanks. He carefully stepped between that building and the one beside it, and turned sideways to fit his bulk between them to enter the plaza. Safely in the plaza, he faced the crowd, and went into more posing: bending over, he did a most muscular pose that overshadowed much of the crowd, crossed his arms and fluidly spread his arms out wide to do a double biceps pose, standing proudly and grinning down at the roaring crowd. He then went into a lat spread, pumping up his chest into his face and showing his wonderfully tight abs. With that, he stopped posing and said, "GOOD MORNING, EVERYBODY!" People chimed in to say good morning back to him. "THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING, THIS IS REALLY AN HONOR FOR ME." Clyde could see that his dad was starting to get nervous. His hands wrung out in front of him awkwardly as he waited for the mayor to speak again. "Mr. Hahn, it is our honor to have you here," the mayor said, speaking into the microphone and craning his neck up at Matt. "We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all that you have done for the world, without asking for anything in return. Well, even though we know you don't need anything from us, we wanted to present to you our gift of appreciation." He stood back and motioned with his hand toward a semi-truck behind him, which opened its cargo, revealing something large and gold - a large key. A few men quickly unloaded it, and set it down beside the mayor with a big THUNK. It was longer than he was tall, and almost as wide as he was tall, too. He put his hand on it and said, "I would like to present to you a key to the city, a symbol of our hearts opening up to you. Your great deeds have shown us that we should not fear what we do not understand, but instead take the hand that seeks to help us in our darkest times. We thank you, Matthew Hahn." With that, police lining the plaza all saluted up at the Giant, whom Clyde could tell was becoming more embarrassed as time went on. He squatted down low, and pinched his fingers around the tiny key, but did not lift it just yet. The mayor spoke again. "Normally, I'd hand the key to you, but I am a frail man, and this is no ordinary key." He laughed, and some of the crowd did as well. He took his hand off the key and motioned for Matt to take it, which he did, and stared at it with admiration. "THANK YOU, SIR," he said, and although he couldn't see the tiny man's arm outstretched for a hand shake, he'd been told this was what would happen next, so he offered the hand not holding the key to the mayor, who simply put his hand against one of the Giant's fingers and they copied the motion of shaking hands, although it was a very slight movement for Matt. They turned for cameras to get their photos, and then the mayor took his hand back. "You are an honored citizen, and as such you will enjoy certain privileges," the mayor said. "Do you have anything to say?" Matt cleared his throat, making glass rumble all around, and nodded as he stood back up toward the crowd. "THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO WELCOMING TO ME AND MY SON. I'VE FELT LIKE A BIT OF AN OUTSIDER SINCE THIS JOURNEY BEGAN, BUT YOU ALL MADE US FEEL AT HOME. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVE HOWEVER I CAN - I HEAR IT'S NOT GOOD TO LAZE AROUND ALL DAY, I MIGHT LOSE MY MUSCLES." He chuckled and half-heartedly flexed a bicep. "THIS FESTIVAL ISN'T FOR ME - IT'S FOR ALL OF YOU. I CAN SEE BOOTHS FOR ABOUT A MILE AROUND, WITH FOOD, GAMES, PRIZES...THERE'S A VIRTUAL REALITY BOOTH WHERE YOU CAN EXPERIENCE WHAT I EXPERIENCE AS A GIANT --" Gerald's heart raced, hearing this. "--I'LL BE WALKING AROUND - YES, I'LL BE SMALLER, DON'T WORRY - SO IF YOU SEE ME, GO AHEAD AND SAY HI. I PROMISE I'M MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN YOU ARE OF ME." He smiled, and Clyde knew from that smile he was not lying. "I HEAR THERE'S A STRONGMAN COMPETITION SET UP AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE, THERE'S A BOOK SIGNING BY MY GOOD FRIEND, MR. DAVID SCOTT, AUTHOR OF 'THE NORMAL LIFE OF A GIANT BODYBUILDER', A BIOGRAPHY ABOUT MYSELF. AND THIS EVENING RIGHT BACK HERE IN THE PLAZA WE'LL BE SHOWING THE MOVIE I GUEST STARRED IN, 'BIG BOYFRIEND'. SO PLEASE, GO HAVE YOURSELVES A GOOD TIME, AND I HOPE YOU'LL COME SAY HI!" Music began playing on the stereos connected to the microphone, and the Giant carefully made his way behind the building from before and reversed his growth fairly quickly. "We ought to wait for him," Clyde said to Gerald, who nodded, mesmerized by the disappearing Giant. People were chatting and making their way out to the main street and side streets to experience the fun, but Gerald was glad to be standing there, for it took all of his brain to concentrate on not popping a boner. It took several minutes for Matt to reappear from behind the building, but he was around nine feet tall when he did, sporting jeans and a GIANT FESTIVAL 2017 t-shirt, probably the biggest they had that still clung to his every muscle, and he walked to where the mayor was waiting, and shook his hand more properly. They chatted for a minute, and Gerald noted how hilarious it looked for Matt to be towering over the frail old man, his hands on his hips and nodding politely down as he spoke, and they shook hands once more, and Matt started toward them. "Hey guys," he said in a huff, already mentally exhausted. "What'd you think?" "You did great, Dad," said Clyde, but Gerald exclaimed, "Oh my God, it was awesome! I didn't know you could get to a thousand feet!" Matt chuckled. "So far I think I've gone to two thousand, but haven't really tested the limits. Honestly, I don't think I need to be any bigger," he added, shrugging. I think you should make two thousand feet look puny, thought Gerald. They made their way toward the booths together, and Matt asked, "I'm going to try to stay with you as much as I can, but I don't know how realistic that is," he mumbled, seeing girls jumping up and down at the sight of him. He waved politely and thanked his lucky stars they didn't come up to him. He wanted to be friendly and outgoing, but he did rather hate attention. They came to a virtual reality booth, where there were six platforms all full with people with headsets on, some stomping like giants, some just examining their surroundings. Gerald turned to Matt and asked, "Do you want to try?" He snorted. "I'm pretty sure I know what it feels like, so you go ahead." Clyde and Gerald were ushered up to the front of the line, and were given VR headsets when others were finished. Gerald put his on, asking first for the "smallest setting" of nine feet, which is what Matt was at now. In the goggles, he saw a normal street with people walking by, but their heads were down near his waist. When he raised his arms, he saw veiny, pumped forearms, and he examined himself a bit more closely. The developer seemed to have a vague concept of what a bodybuilder looked like, but it still looked awesome as Gerald flexed his bicep and it grew. He asked the attendant to let him grow, so they put it on the next setting, fifty feet, and inside the goggles, Gerald saw the world shrinking as he grew taller. Now he could see the little virtual people at his calf muscles, and marveled at how small they were. He went to a virtual car and picked it up in his forearms, and he tried crushing it and then smashing it down, but the developer didn't program that, so the car just floated down safely onto the street. He asked to get bigger and bigger, until he was at the highest setting of 500 feet, and he looked out over the city, relishing the power he had, and stepped up to a rooftop full of people and mimicked the Giant in flexing for them. The attendant said that time was up, and Gerald unwillingly gave up his headset. Walking away with Clyde he said, "Didn't you think that was AWESOME?" Clyde nodded nonchalantly, and Gerald blurted out his adoration for the game and for Matt to be able to do that whenever he wanted. Matt scratched his head. "Heh, I guess." At that moment, a group of women came up to them and squealed. "Hello, Mr. Giant!" Matt smiled politely. "You can call me Matt. Are you ladies enjoying yourselves?" They nodded excitedly and one said, "It's a good party. Can we have our picture taken with you?" He said of course, and asked them how they wanted to do it. Two of them climbed on his flexed biceps, hanging down from them, and the other two pressed their bodies into his quads, each flexing their toned arms as well as Gerald took the picture for them. Once the picture was taken, Matt set the girls down gently, and one of them asked, "How are you still single?" Matt blushed, and Clyde knew it was his cue. "We've actually got to get going...Dad told someone he'd meet them." They awwwwed but left upbeat nonetheless, and Matt sighed relief. His relief was cut short when a bunch of frat boys came by and asked if they could take a photo of them all flexing. He said sure, and did a most muscular above them doing the same. Once they'd gotten rid of them, Clyde led them away, knowing if he didn't walk and talk his poor dad wouldn't be able to move for hours. Matt suddenly put a hand on his son's shoulder, and when Clyde turned around, he saw his dad shaking. "Oh no...again?" he asked. "I did it this morning, trying to anticipate this..." Matt said, and Gerald saw Matt's new t-shirt was ripping. "Do you think you can make it? The Closet's pretty far from here..." "Luckily, I told them this might happen, so they set up a truck for me. Clyde, I really gotta go!" Still shuddering, he made his way to a side street, looking like he was going to be sick. Gerald waited an appropriate amount of time to say, "I need to use the bathroom, I'll catch up with you in a minute." Clyde nodded and walked to the next booth as Gerald jogged to a port-a-potty, and once out of sight of Clyde, followed Matt down the side street he'd gone down. He found Matt in an alley stripping off his t-shirt, which tore to shreds as he was growing and stripping at the same time, and he tried pulling off his jeans, but they were now so tight on him everywhere that none of it wanted to come down. He sighed and immediately shot up about ten feet, obliterating the jeans altogether in an explosion of denim, and was left with his super stretchy tights. He made great strides away, his chest heaving up and down as if he'd ran a marathon, and Gerald hid behind dumpsters to keep tailing him. They finally came to a larger alley with a semi-truck parked there and a couple of police with radios awaiting him. Gerald stayed behind the corner and watched as Matt, triple the size of these officers and his prick sticking further and further out above their heads, said, "Sorry, I didn't think I'd need to again." "No worries man," said one of them, doing his best not to look at the over foot-long dick stretching out the tights just above his head. "We'll go run interference and give you privacy. I don't think the truck's big enough for you, though." Matt shook his head. "No, I'm just going to have to try to be quiet." The officers nodded and walked away, and Gerald quickly darted for cover under a convenient cardboard box. Once the footsteps were gone, he heard a thud that had to be Matt sitting down, and he quietly came out from under the box and peered around the corner. Matt was stripped down bare, his dick fully erect and about half the height of Gerald at this point. He reached inside the truck and grabbed some lube they'd had ready for him as well as a large towel, and he laid down on the pavement beside the truck, growing slowly and heaving. He took some lube and grabbed his large member, rubbing it all over and trying not to buck his hips. His left hand crept up to his right pectoral, and he traced it all around, hefted the weight of his breast, flexed it and hit himself in the chest. It was all too much for Gerald, and without caring about the consequences, he stripped his jeans down and began to rub himself as he watched. "I am so fucking BIG," the Giant growled as he bounced his pecs in his hand and kept stroking. "Pathetic tiny men can't even FATHOM being half this HUGE." With each stroke he seemed to grow a little more, and his shoulders were now pressing into both sides of the alley. "Mmm, that's right, not even BUILDINGS can contain my MANLINESS." His bulk pressed a little more into the brick buildings, making them groan and crack, and he raised his non-stroking arm to flex a bicep in front of himself, admiring the mound of muscle. He was sweating profusely, the water making his muscles glisten in the sunlight, and he turned on his side to give the buildings relief revealing a literal pool of sweat beneath him. He stroked hard a couple more times, and put his hand on his head to sit up a little, and then he got to his knees to stand. Gerald looked up and saw he was half as tall as the buildings, but he was growing faster now, and even standing sideways, his chest was so profound that it would threaten the space he had left soon. He kept on stroking, and leaned over to grab the whole tub of lube. his great ass crashing into the building behind him. He crushed it in his hand over his dick and slathered it on. His dick head hit the building, and he looked up moaning in ecstasy. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed the semi-truck and hefted it. "So light..." he moaned as he did a few curls with the truck. "So POWERFUL." His growing hand crumpled the back end of the truck like a beer can, his veins popping through his enormous bicep. He took his stroking hand for a moment and pressed the truck together into a ball easily, and now his height almost as tall as the buildings, he placed the ball of metal in between his pecs and crushed it some more, using admirable control with his muscles as when the ball slid down, his pecs caught it by squeezing and inching the ball back up his chest. Soon the ball disintegrated into pieces of metal that just fell to the ground in heaps as his chest and back were pressed against the buildings. The buildings began to groan again at the strain of the muscles unyielding against them, and the Giant adjusted his hips slightly to allow his bicep to move around his pecs to finish stroking. He stroked harder and harder, and with a roar of "HUUUUUGE," his dick exploded like a fire hose with white cum, covering the brick wall with more and more ooze dripping. It collected at the base of the building as he stroked the last bits out, and struggled to get his breath back and contain his chest from destroying the building. He breathed harder and harder, looking down at what he'd done, and after a minute a look of shame came over him. Gerald had long since finished himself, but he was enjoying seeing this god of a man simply standing there, compressed between two buildings. There was a thick scent of musk in the air, and it was very humid from the hot day absorbing his large amount of sweat. The Giant looked around to make sure he was alone, and for a moment looked like he might have seen Gerald before he'd ducked behind the corner, but at least said nothing if he had. Gerald wondered if he'd have to stay this size for the next hour, like he did when he took him into his house, or if that time he'd also grown huge and was able to shrink down a little. He decided he couldn't stick around and find out, so he gathered his jeans and put them on a little further down the other alley to meet Clyde.