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Antoine loved the way the cool breeze felt on his almost naked body as he flew through the air. That was the main reason his chosen superhero costume was simple posing trunks and a mask. Well, that and the fact that he liked to show off his huge muscular body any chance he got. Why in the hell would you have a freakishly big body if you didn’t want to show it off? Any muscleman that told you differently was lying. Also, if you had a freakishly strong body, as well, then you should be showing that off all the time, as well. Why have superpowers if you couldn’t show people what you could do? This was his constant argument with his friend and main support, Marty. As he flew he reached down to squeeze his engorged nipples – which had been stimulated by the cold air – just to give himself a thrill. This, in turn, caused him to have to reach down and adjust his hardening tool inside his posers. Antoine was looking forward to a little Ecuadorian fun. The Ambassador and his family were being held hostage in a forty-room house in the middle of a hundred acre compound. And the place was being guarded by over a hundred guerillas . . . with guns, rocket launchers, and tanks. It was almost too good to be true. Antoine was exciting himself so much with these thoughts he debated flying on his back for a while and busting out a major wad – just dreaming about what he was going to do. He decided against it, since last time he had shot a super load while flying he had accidently taken out a military satellite. It had taken Marty days to cover that story up. Release would just have to wait – until later when he was having fun. Suddenly, Antoine – using his super strong vision – could see the Ambassador’s compound thousands of miles below. He quickly confirmed the maps that Marty had shown him before – noting where everything and everyone was located. Immediately, Antoine could see it would be a simple job. He could have the Ambassador and his family out of the room in the cellar in less than ten minutes. This, however, is not what Mr. Alpha wanted. He wanted to play. He wanted to show off. He wanted to mess with some bad guys. He wanted people to freak out at his strength. He wanted to destroy big things. Antoine knew, however, that he could not jeopardize the safety of the Ambassador or his family simply so he could have fun. That’s when a plan germinated in Antoine’s mind and it made him smile. He flew on a little further and started his descent. Ambassador Charles Dreyfuss, his wife, and two children were locked in a vault-like room in the bottom of the house. They had been there for about twenty-four hours. Thick metal surrounded them completely and the door was locked from outside – giant safe like girders guided by computers sealing them in. Dreyfuss knew there was no way they could be saved. Even if the Government sent their best men, they could not make it to this room before the guerillas entered and killed them all. He did not, however, tell his family any of this. At first, when the floor shook, the Ambassador thought it must have been some kind of explosion outside and he immediately feared the worst. He quickly gathered his family and moved them to a corner of the room – everyone holding on to each other. The floor shook again and then suddenly a fist came up through the metal from below at the center of the room. It took a few seconds to register it was a fist, but then the limb went back down and two hands came up through the hole grabbing either side. With a high-pitched squeal the huge paws easily pushed the opening out to the size of a big pot and then they kept pushing until the hole was big enough for a person – well, actually bigger than what would be needed for a normal person. The hands then grabbed the sides and the massive shoulders, insane traps, and bulging biceps of Mr. Alpha popped up. “Ambassador Dreyfuss and family, I presume. If not, I’ll be in a lot of trouble.” “Mr. Alpha!” “Aw, your little boy recognizes me. I’ll do autographs later. I’m here to help you escape, sir. Oh, but I have one request before I do. It’s just a small favor.” “What? You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll do whatever you want, Mr. Alpha, just please get my family and me out of here.” “Of course, sir. It’s just that . . . well, um, I’d like you to not tell anyone you’re safe for another three hours or so. It’s just that I’d like to have some fun . . . I mean, teach our friends out there a lesson or two. I’m sure a strapping man like you, who clearly works out a lot, would not want to deprive another guy of some good exercise.” The look on the Ambassador’s face made it clear he understood and it crossed Antoine’s mind to ask the Ambassador if he’d like to stay and watch Antoine have some fun – from a safe place, of course. There was just something about how Charles Dreyfuss smiled when he agreed to keep his safety a secret for a little while that made Mr. Alpha pretty sure the guy definitely liked a good workout – or watching another guy have a good workout. Antoine pushed himself all the way into the room and Mrs. Dreyfuss let out a little moan as soon as she saw Mr. Alpha in all of his almost naked beauty. Antoine stopped briefly to let the woman, the children, and the Ambassador take in all of his chiseled beefiness. He then walked over to the door – which definitely looked like something you might find on a giant bank vault. “I’ll just make it a little harder for them to get in here when I finally start having fun. That will give me another hour or so to mess with the villains.” Antoine was very happy the doors and walls were so thick. It had already helped to keep his entrance undetected and he knew the four guys stationed outside the vault would not hear any of his continued playing. The first thing Antoine did was to use one hand to bend the three ends of the tree-sized bars that slid across the door against their supporting brace. There was no way the computerized signal would get those things to budge. He then used his hands to flatten where the door met the supporting wall. He basically smashed it together so you couldn’t see a seam. If the mechanics did somehow work there was still no way they could get the door to open. Antoine knew the guerillas would have to use explosives to get through and knowing he’d simply used a little of his strength to block them out was such a turn on. When he turned back to the Ambassador and his family he found faces in shock by what he had done. No one was moving – or breathing. Antoine just smiled at them and flexed his huge arms. “And that kids, is why you should eat your vegetables. They make you strong.” Mrs. Dreyfuss actually pulled herself together so she could mouth the words ‘thank you’ over her children’s heads. Clearly, getting the boys to eat spinach, broccoli, and asparagus had been a problem. Antoine had a feeling they’d be begging for vegetables in the future. Antoine held on to Mrs. Dreyfuss’ arms and lowered her into the hole, assuring her he could carry the two boys and make them safe. Everyone knew this was an understatement and the two boys actually cheered, as if they were about get on some carnival ride. Ambassador Dreyfuss, then held out his arms – an unexpected thing – and allowed Antoine to lower him into the hole. As Antoine started to let go of the Ambassador’s hands, Charles held on for a little longer – as if he wanted to feel the power for just a few more seconds. To the sheer pleasure of the children, Mr. Alpha scooped them up in his arms and then jumped below. In less than twenty minutes the entire family was out of a tunnel in a car that had been obtained by Antoine just a few minutes before the escape. Basically, Antoine had stopped by a car lot and using super speed took the keys to an SUV without anyone noticing. He then had flown the car to the spot where he had started his very wide and long tunnel. “Remember, Ambassador, please give me at least three hours before you tell anyone you are safe.” “Of course, Mr. Alpha. Thank you for saving us. I hope we meet again.” “I’m sure we will, sir. Take care. As you probably know, there’s a nice resort about ten miles down the road that might be a good place to rest before calling your bosses. You also might get to see some footage of me in action.” “I hope so. The leader’s name is Rubio. I wouldn’t mind it, Mr. Alpha, if he felt a little pain.” “I promise to give Rubio some special attention, Ambassador.” And with that, the Ambassador’s family drove away. Antoine was glad they were gone, not just because he was now going to get to have some fun, but also because he could now finally let his happiness be shown below the beltline. Even Antoine, knew it would not have been good for Mr. Alpha to have a raging hard-on as he carried the Ambassador’s kids out of the tunnel. He also knew the posers he had chosen for this job did absolutely nothing to hide his hugeness even when he was flaccid. He was pretty sure he had caught both Mrs. Dreyfuss and the Ambassador checking out his package a few times, but that still gave no reason for him pop a major boner in front of the family. Now, however, he had nothing to hide and only pleasure to be had. These guerillas had no idea what was about to happen. Antoine used his powerful legs to jump closer to the compound. Using his super vision he re-checked where all the men were – including the four guys still vigilantly guarding a now empty vault. This made Antoine smile. On the south side of the compound – the opposite side of the driveway – there was a small cadre of about fifteen men on the lookout. This area was far enough away from the main house for Antoine to have some fun before being found out, which is when he’d still have more time because it would take the guerillas a while to break into their own prison room. Again, Antoine smiled. He contemplated taking the mask off – taking care of these guys while letting them see his complete face – but then he heard Marty’s whining voice and decided against it. One more super glance showed that one of the soldiers was now on sentry duty off by himself. This is where Antoine would begin. He leapt in the air, moving fast enough and low enough that nothing – not even radar - would detect him. Antoine landed right beside the guy – light enough to not alert anyone else, but hard enough for the guerilla to know that something humongous had dropped very near him. The man somehow knew it was alive, too, which only heightened his alarm. It seemed like an elephant had suddenly materialized next to him. Before he could even turn the guard felt the heavy machine gun being pulled from his hands. He turned and gasped as soon as he saw the large muscled masked man smiling back at him. The guard didn’t scream or run – he was too mesmerized. Everywhere he looked he saw muscles – huge, bulging, and hard. This scantily clad man blocked his entire view. The guard’s mouth dropped open wide – mainly because he finally realized how the giant beside him was dressed. “What, you’ve never seen a guy in posers before? Too much or too little? Not my color? I think they bring out my humongous thighs, though, don’t you?” Antoine thrust his leg forward and tensed – sending thousands of striations snaking up and down his thick, wide thigh. The guard gulped so loud Antoine thought it might alert the other men to their little conversation. At the same time Antoine had grabbed the end of the barrel on the machine gun and had started folding the thing down on itself – the same way someone might play with a gum wrapper. The metal squealed in protest but gave Antoine’s hands absolutely no resistance. To the amazement of the guard, Antoine kept folding even when he got down to the main body of the large gun. It was like he was just folding a handkerchief. And still, the guard did not run, scream, or even faint – he simply kept staring as Antoine demolished the entire thing. When he had folded it into something that resembled a coin purse, Antoine tossed it over his shoulder and let a big grin flash across his face. The loud thud as the gun landed reminded the guerilla that the thing still had the same mass, as before – it was now just smaller. “They don’t make those things like they used to. Or maybe I’m just stronger. No, that’s not it. I was lifting our SUV when I was two – freaked my dad out to no end, but only because he was in it. I’d hold the car up in the air when he didn’t notice and then he’d open the door and fall to the ground when he stepped out. When he spanked me I didn’t feel a thing, though, but it sure did hurt his hand. When I was ten he let me talk him into using me as his punching bag. He’d pound away at me and I’d just smile at him. He’d finally sink to his knees – worn out from sending punches to my unflinching stomach. Whoa, buddy. That’s a pretty impressive tent you’re making at your crotch. I’m flattered and all, but you’re not my type. A big strong guy like me needs something special, you know. So, you into guys? “No, I like girl . . . but strength, it turn me on.” “Well, dude, you’re with the right man, then. There ain’t no one stronger than me. I’ll save you for last, bro, so you can witness everything I’m going to do. How does that sound? Well I guess that big wet spot at the tip of your tent is all the answer I need. Let’s get going. Whoops, that would be a no, I hear incoming.” Antoine quickly stepped in front of the smaller man – completely blocking him with his big body. A second later a screeching missile blasted into the huge man’s waiting relaxed chest. A few things went through Antoine’s mind as the pathetic rocket exploded against his unyielding super-powerful pecs. First, these men didn’t care about their co-worker – if the guard Antoine protected died getting rid of the enemy that was just the way it had to be. Secondly, what exactly had made them think they needed to use a missile? They hadn’t just tried to shoot Antoine – which would have seemed the normal thing to do. Was it his size that had scared them? Or was it that they disapproved of so much skin? Or was it his obvious bulging muscles. And then lastly, he thought about how shocked they were going to be when the smoke cleared. Antoine looked over his shoulder at the guard – who was now even more shocked and turned on than before. Antoine let out a huge burb and banged his chest. “Indigestion. It happens every time I take a missile to the chest. Nothing brings on heartburn like a rocket. I love the way it feels, though. It’s like I absorb all the power or something. Hop on little man, I want to go take care of a rocket launcher, so the won’t try to hurt you again. Let’s get this party started.” By this point the smoke was clearing and Antoine knew some guys nearby were shitting in their pants because they saw that he was still standing. He looked at the truck and saw that two men were busy loading another missile into the launcher. Antoine jumped over the four hundred yards or so within a blink of an eye. He held on to the little man’s hands, knowing the speed would make his legs fly straight out. The tiny dude would have gone sailing off, otherwise. As soon as Antoine landed he shook the small man off of his back, reared his huge arm back past his shoulder, and then sent his fist flying through the front grill of the big truck in front of him. When fist met engine the thing was immediately dislodged and propelled through the cab of the truck. As it rocketed through the back the engine took the rocket launcher, the substantial base supporting the launcher, and the two men with it. Antoine and his new little friend watched as the entire machine skidded across the ground – the two men holding on for dear life. It slammed into a shed a good distance away and it was very clear the launcher would not be used again. It was also pretty clear that the two men would be out of commission for a few weeks, as well. Suddenly, gunfire filled the air and Antoine felt something like gnats hitting him. He turned toward the sound to find two guards unloading their machine guns into him. “Oh come on guys! You’ve got to be kidding me. You just saw that the rocket they sent soaring did nothing but leave an ash mark on my chest and, yet, you think your little guns are going to hurt me. I have more lead in my daily diet than you can unleash on me, fellas. Okay, I’ll just stand here and wait for you to run out of bullets.” The original guard, Antoine’s new buddy, was standing behind the demolished truck, trying desperately to not get hit. Antoine looked over – even as he continued to be sprayed by bullets and raised his arms in a ‘what’s up with this’ kind of pose. The smiling guard shook his head in response, as if to say ‘my friends are not too smart, are they.” Antoine turned back to his attackers when he noticed their guns had stopped. He saw that they were beginning to re-load. Clearly, having the big man still standing – after so many rounds – didn’t for a second make them think more bullets wouldn’t work. Antoine walked over to them as thy fumbled with their guns. It was taking them – well-trained guerillas – longer to re-load because they were still shocked by the near naked man that had lived through a missile and massive gunfire. Antoine looked down at them as they tried to finish their task. “Clearly this switch needs to be turned before you can load again, fellas.” A big finger pointed to a safety latch on one of the machine guns. Both of the soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked up. The smiling face of the muscled giant looked down on them. Antoine held out his hands and said nothing. The two men gave him the guns without hesitation. Mr. Alpha brought the guns together and started squeezing and turning them at the same time – like they were large twisty-ties. As he basically demolished them into something that didn’t come close to resembling guns he spoke to the men. “I don’t know if you two can speak English, but I have to tell you I’m really hoping you both make a run for it. I’d like to let you get far away and then freak you out by suddenly appearing in front of you. You know, like I popped out of nowhere. In the past that feat has actually made a few guys piss themselves.” By now, Antoine had the two guns so intertwined they basically looked like one manhandled metal pipe. He cupped both ends with his palms and started compressing inward. The sound that the crushed, used-to-be guns made was almost deafening. When Antoine finally brought his hands together he squeezed hard, interlocking his fingers, and then let a flat piece of metal – no thicker than a smart phone - fall to the ground. Antoine heard a loud moan behind him – his friend, the guard, had clearly been so turned on that he was now taking the opportunity to bust out a big wad during the show. Antoine was flattered. The two new guards, however, stopped all movement and just stared at what had been big guns – now flattened beyond recognition on the ground. Then, as if some secret alarm went off inside them – they both simultaneously turned and ran for their lives. Antoine watched them tear off with a smile. “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Do criminals all go to the same school that teaches them to believe they can get away from superheroes. At the same school they must definitely teach villains to hit the superhero in the head with a lead pipe even if he did just stopped a speeding train with one fist. Or if the first punch to his chin didn’t make the guy budge and probably even broke some of your fingers, then definitely keep hitting him. One of those punches is bound to work! I gotta hand it to them for their persistence, though – no matter how stupid it is. I hope you have your pants zipped up by now, my friend.” Antoine turned toward the guard who had been hiding and masturbating behind the mutilated truck. The guy had a big ‘thank you very much’ look on his face that included a smile that made it clear he had wanked out a major load as he watched Antoine destroy the two machine guns. The guerilla walked a little shakily towards the big man. Mr. Alpha was very pleased he could help the fellow get a little pleasure. But he also knew the show wasn’t over and the dude would probably crank out many more loads before they were done. Antoine lifted the guy under one of his monstrous arms. “Come on, buddy, let’s go mess with your friends. Let me show you what it feels like to be super strong.”

This is something I started working on today and thought I'd put it out there to see if anyone took to it. It's about a bodybuilding show with a difference and will just be a very short story if I get round to finishing it. Apologies if it's a little rough! THE SHOW “Here, buddie. Take this.” I reached out my right bronzed hand and Blake Woods popped a blue diamond shaped pill into the palm. I looked up at him in confusion. The left side of his mouth was curled into a devilish smirk. “I’m not saying you’ll need it. But it might help ... ease any nerves.” I looked at the mysterious pill and gulped. I’d come this far. What did I have left to lose? I popped the pill into my mouth and swallowed hard. “So, Luke King, are you nervous?” the staggeringly muscular male specimen standing in front of me asked. God YES. More nervous than I’ve been in my bloody life. “A little,” I lied. “You’ll be fine, bud,” Blake reassured me. His sickeningly handsome face softened, and there was genuine warmth in his expression. “Just think of it as a regular show. Don’t feel pressured or obliged to do anything you don’t want to.” I dutifully nodded at the muscle monster before me. Blake Woods. Twenty five years old and one of the biggest muscle freaks on the planet. His tits were humungous, his quads were obscene and all six of his abs seemed to be exploding through his belly in an attempt to escape. “You can just stand on stage and hit some poses if you like. And if you get bored, or you feel uncomfortable, just leave.” I wasn’t sure whether it was because a man as huge and God-like as Blake was being so nice to me, or whether his words were actually reassuring me, but I was starting to feel considerably more relaxed about the rather unique show I’d anxiously agreed to take part in. “Saying that, Luke,” he continued. “I, for one, would be sorry to see you leave.” Something fluttered in my chest. Was there any small hope that Blake Woods was flirting with me, or was he just this nice to everyone? “There’s erm ... just one thing left to do before we hit the stage,” Blake said. I was a little perplexed, but when he raised both eyebrows and signalled down to the one item of clothing I was wearing, a pair of impossibly shiny, blue posing trunks, I knew exactly what he meant. “As awesome as they are, dude,” he began, “you’ve gotta lose the posing trunks.” Oh God. There’s no going back now. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, cheekily grinning. He then shook his head and released a short laugh. “God, that was cheesy!” he added. “Sorry, bud. Maybe I’m a bit nervous too.” 300 pounds All American muscle monster and obscenely cocky poser extraordinaire Blake Woods nervous? FUCK OFF! I looked down at his brilliantly purple posers. It wasn’t just his muscles that were big. Blake was fucking packing. Hands down he had the biggest bulge of any current pro bodybuilder, and I was about to see it in all its naked, trunk free glory. Blushing through my bronzed competition tan, I nervously reached for the straps of my bright blue trunks. As I peeled them down my mammoth sized, vein plastered quads, my dick escaped the confines of the trunk material for Blake, and everyone else in the room to see. I was a lot harder than I thought I was, and suddenly exposed, I seemed to be getting harder by the second. Blake, who was still notably wearing his trunks, had a mischievous smirk on his face as he admired my increasingly growing hard on. “I’m not sure you needed that pill after all!” he teasingly exclaimed, still grinning at me. He reached down and whipped off his own posers, all the time his eyes were fixed on mine. If this isn’t flirting then I have no idea what the fuck is. I couldn’t keep from turning my gaze down for long, and when I did, my eyeballs almost popped straight clean out of my skull and on to the pump room floor. Whoever said bodybuilders have small dicks had clearly never seen Blake Woods naked. Pointing right at me was the thickest, hardest cock I think I’d ever bared witness to. No wonder he always looks like he’s shoved something down the front of his posing trunks. Little Blake? Not so bleedin’ little! Not fucking little at all in fact. I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from his enormously thick, juddering cock. It wasn’t just the size and thickness that was impressive. The shape of it was magnificent too. So many of those muscle worshippers and admirers out there in the world who lost their loads to pictures and videos of Blake Woods on a regular bases, and they’d never, ever know that he was also the proud owner of the most perfect shaped and beautifully sized cock. From somewhere, I found enough bravery to make a flirty joke with the now fully naked, competition conditioned muscle bull before me. “You don’t look so nervous there either, mate!” Blake’s mouth curled into a devastatingly gorgeous grin in response. Before he had the chance to reply, a loud voice filled the pump room. “OK, guys, two minutes before it’s time to hit the stage.” My stomach suddenly tightened with nerves and I managed to tear myself away from the huge, gorgeous, fully naked muscle bull before me to glance around the room. Four other well known bodybuilders of various size, age and nationality filled up the pump room. Standing around, pumping up, and preparing themselves to head out on stage. It might not have been the most unusual sight if it weren’t for one small factor; every single bodybuilder was now completely naked. A few meters from where Blake and I were stood, 212 class pro bodybuilder Anth “The Tank” Tucker was pumping up his insatiably huge, balloon-like pecs. Almost as wide as he was tall, Anth’s entire, bull-like body looked like it was about to burst at any given moment. Brutally sized biceps, blocky abs which distended from his ever growing roid gut and an ass so magnificently big it left the room ten seconds after he did, were all much loved features on this phenomenally size, late thirty-something American bodybuilder. Just a short distance from Anth, stood German muscle daddy Jörg Roth was with his hands on his hips, his naked glutes looking even bigger than they did when they were half covered with posers, talking to young Canadian bodybuilder Cody Watson. It was unique pairing. Jörg’s tank-like physique was bursting with deliriously thick, solid beef, while Cody’s leaner, six foot frame was packed with gorgeously shredded muscle, not least of all his infamous stomach muscles, which included six of the most insanely shredded and beautifully abs in bodybuilding. Jörg’s masculine, handsome looks, smouldering eyes and devastatingly sexy smirk made him one of the most popular muscle daddies on the planet. Meanwhile, with his ridiculously gorgeous, boyish looks, Cody has earned himself a legion of muscle obsessed fans. Most bodybuilding fans would trip over themselves to be anywhere near either, or most probably both, of these two contrasting muscle freaks. And completing the line up was infamous Australian muscle beast Ritchie “2 Guns” Lee, who was applying a last minute spot of oil into his freakishly shredded quads and tight as fuck, tummy popping abdominals. His semi hard cock sticking out in front of him for the whole room to see. The more he rubbed oil into his muscles, the harder his cock seemed to become. Even though Ritchie Lee’s biceps weren’t flexed, I could still see exactly why they’d earned him his nickname. Both upper arms were ridiculously thick and bulged to an almost laughable degree. I couldn’t wait to see them flexed and blown up in all their freakish glory on stage. It wasn’t just his inhuman sized guns that Ritchie was famous for either. He was known for his loud, extroverted personality, and even louder stage presence. Not only did Ritchie pose in the craziest, cockiest and most animated manner, but he had a habit of loudly shouting and bellowing out with practically every pose he hit. Every single bodybuilder in the room was in incredible, jaw dropping condition, but looking around, it suddenly occurred to me that, behind my All American monster of a muscle mate Blake Woods, I was the second biggest bodybuilder in the line up. “You OK there, buddie?” Blake asked, putting his large sized hand on the side of my obscenely huge right upper arm. “I think so. I mean, yeah,” I replied. “You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Just think of it as a regular bodybuilding show.” But it’s not. It’s not a normal bodybuilding show at all. One of the guys working at the show, the only average sized, and clothed man in the room suddenly made an announcement to the six naked muscle freaks before him. “OK, guys. It’s showtime!” All of the magnificent bodybuilders started to walk towards the stage like a herd of docile bulls being herded into a ring and my stomach suddenly flipped with fear. Blake Woods ushered me to follow him, and my fellow muscle freaks. “Stick with me, Luke,” he adorably said as I nervously took my first steps towards the stage. Now there’s an offer. As I trailer behind Blake, I almost gasped at the rear image of his physique. I’d literally never seen a back as monstrously wide as his. Pound upon pound of thick, superhuman mass spilled out from his frame. And then there was his ginormous sized ass, which looked big enough to feed a small third world country for a month. The sight of Blake’s excessive sized bum meat cause my exposed, hard cock to fiercely jolt and judder. My stomach was doing somersaults and I tried to think about what Blake had advised me earlier. “Just think of it as a regular bodybuilding show.” “Don’t feel pressured or obliged to do anything you don’t want to.” But I DO want to, Blake. I want to do EVERYTHING that I’ve heard happens at this show. Everything I’ve heard and MORE.

The first station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14714-the-assembly-line/ The third station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14745-the-assembly-line-third-station/ The assembly line From third to fourth station The Program wanted to know. Ted was still sitting in the vinyl-clad chair, that felt like a dentist's chair, and The Program still surrounded his entire head with a rubber mask, which extracted his most private memories and thoughts. All pain had receded, and his only discomfort was caused by his increasingly too small trousers, which were still soaked in the growth-liquid. Unable to understand living, breathing human beings, The Program wanted to know Ted's conceptions of perfect men. Ted couldn't avoid laughing. He chuckled, as wave after wave of pleasure billowed through his body, and he could feel how The Program rewarded his past endurance of the painful process. Perfect men? To himself, it was obvious, that a wiry and lanky man like himself would dream about Greg Kovacs. The addition of 10-15 lbs look much on a short guy -- like it would on tiny Tim or even a man of average height, like Mike. If a tall man, like Ted, would add 10-15 lbs it would be like a piss in the Mississippi. Ted dreamed about men of his own height adding MONSTROUS amounts of muscle mass: Like Kovacs or The Mountain, or Morgan Aste. Or Martyn Ford. Or more. IMPOSSIBLE amounts of muscle mass. The Program encouraged him to think as vividly as possible on his goals. He could feel how his wet trousers were quite painful now. His swelling, growing quads and hamstrings were trapped inside their prison of cloth: Quite painful now. Then he heard a ripping sound, and the painful entrapping pressure began to disappear. More ripping sound. Ripping fabric. Yeah, tearing that fabric apart. HULKING OUT! His quads and hamstrings felt free. YES, FREE! Free to grow further. Enlarge. Engorged. Legs of a cave-bear. Legs of a mammoth. Pillars of strength, carrying the world. FREE! A subtle signal. Subtle. Erasing any remaining trace of resistance to the re-programming. It didn't matter. It felt so good to grow BIG. And he could feel his calves appreciate the release, too. BIGGER. Wave after wave of pleasure. Wave after wave of the feeling of HYPERTROPHY. The Program. Changing him. BIGGEST. He moaned, and he bellowed: "YES! Becoming what The Program want me to be!" His entire body involuntarily spasmed and flexed. He felt pumped. He felt ... He felt ... The rubber mask let go of his head, and reverted to its original position above the treatment chair of Station Three. He knew what The Program wanted him to do next. Todd was still facing away from him, and began to walk forward and leave the platform of Station Four. Todd's intimidating back had obscured Ted's view, but he was now able to see the entire tunnel, and he could see Mike during the few seconds before the gates opened at the end of the tunnel, and Mike left for Station Six. Mike! His friend and childhood hero had been a brawny jock before the treatment, but now he was an incredible mass-titan. Ted shivered. Mass-titan. Ted wanted to be close to his friend, the mass-titan. The Program ruthlessly erased that thought: Todd walked forward and assumed the position at Station Five. Ted was free to take his station at Station Four. Ted was able to watch things looking like steel tentacles swallow Todd's hands and feet, but the purpose wasn't to eat him, but to assess his stamina and prowess. Todd pressed the steel-tentacles before him and over himself. He kicked and curled, pushed and pulled. An evaluation was going on. Behind himself, Ted could hear the lift lower itself, and the sound of someone, presumably Tim, having a seat. Spray-cans on rails sprayed a jelling substance on Ted's feet and legs. It felt good. His legs felt contained by the forming trousers. He became more aware of the sheer SIZE of his now powerful legs, and somehow tactical boots were forming around his feet out of that sprayed substance. The substance was thin enough to show every fibre, every striations of his massive legs, in a flattering way, but Ted somehow knew, that, despite its thinness, the protective value of his tactical trousers was high. It was supple, and allowed him to move unhindered, but in some places the layer felt thicker, in order to give more protection: His feet, his knees, his crotch. A codpiece coalesced, and his rod and nuts were protected. The sensation of the supple fabric pressing itself to his glutes, caused him to feel more aware of the changes in his body, that were still going on. It felt like wearing leather trousers. He moaned again. Super-hero pants. Space-warrior trousers. As befitted him. Him and his friends. Together. A team. The Program was picky. It obviously wanted his tactical trousers to be perfect, and it obviously wanted to evaluate Todd correctly. He didn't know for how long he had stood there, his quads pressing his legs more wide apart, his lats pushing his arms to hang out from his upper body in an unfamiliar, but pleasant, angle, the way Mike's arms hang out from his upper body. Then he could hear Tim roar behind him, in a deeper voice than usual: "Can't believe it! Yes, Program! Change me with the others! I accept every change! EVERY CHANGE!" From the sound of it, he wasn't tiny Tim anymore. * * * The fifth station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14759-the-assembly-line-station-five/

Part Four Gus was curious what Tyler was planning, but he had to put it aside in his mind. He had a day of exams ahead of him and his brain needed to focus on all that he had learned. Tyler couldn't be a distraction, no matter what. Essay Question: "You are working on a highly funded research project studying a drug that promises to be a highly effective treatment for a number of diseases or ailments. Some of your results on Test Subject #3 indicate that certain genetic dispositions or interactions may lead to highly unusual metabolic and hormonal side effects. Your data cannot be confirmed without additional tests which are both costly and time-consuming. Those funding your research are expecting results soon and failure to deliver will most likely jeopardize their future support. Explore the ethics of the situation and how you would handle the situation." Gus grabbed a quick lunch. While he ate, he tried to relax. His next exam would start in a little while and he wanted to remain calm and focused. Tyler was still tumbling around in the depths of his mind. He had reflected upon the bullying he had received from Tyler, the other football players, and the drastic change he had seen in Tyler. Could his transformation truly be more than just physical? Rather than letting his feelings fester, he took out his phone and sent him a text. "Just checking in. One exam down. How are you doing? Are you okay?" "Yes, sir. How are you?" "Tired. A massage from those big, strong muscles would be great right about now." "That can be arranged. " "Are you plan on walking around campus with just a bed spread covering you? Besides, you injured your foot, remember? " "Tonight then." "I'm looking for to it, ya big Beast." "" Mentally drained from his exams, Gus had to run some errands but then he made his way back to his apartment. It was good night for Netflix and to have pizza delivered. He was going to have a nice, quiet evening...and maybe a massage from Tyler. As he put his key into the door, Gus heard the rushed sounds of the last second preparations. As he opened the door, the amber flicker caught his eyes. The warm glow of lit candles filled the apartment as soft music played, just loud enough to hear. The dining table was covered with a meal that was either catered or stolen through some inter-dimensional portal leading to the land where food magazine covers are made. Gus's jaw and backpack dropped to the floor when he saw there were even flowers. "T-Tyler?" "Good evening, sir," Tyler was standing next to a chair at the table. He had borrowed two of Gus's ties. Although he only had the bed spread to cover himself, he could at least wear a tie to be formal for the occasion. Strangely, the second tie was wrapped around his head as a blindfold. "Please have a seat, sir," Tyler felt for the chair and took a seat. "Dinner is served. Feel free to eat while you listen." Confused but intrigued, Gus took a seat. The food smelled delicious and it had been a long day. This was far more than he was expecting. He definitely wasn't expecting Tyler to be wearing a blindfold. He was just about to ask about it when the musclebound athlete anticipated the question. "The blindfold," Tyler shrugged. "There are some things I need to say, but I fear I'll lose the words if I so much as look at you. Sometimes you can have the words rehearsed in your head, but when it's time to speak them...they come out wrong or not at all. Believe it or not, when I came into the Health Center for the supplement, I was actually hoping to see you. I had seen you go into there before, but I didn't see you behind the counter. I just chatted up the girl working there while I waited. It didn't occur to me until later that you were in the back. I asked if I could speak to you, but you had left. She made some comment about you quitting work early. The way she said it I misunderstood her to mean that you had quit the job early! Otherwise, I would have been back everyday! I wanted to ask you to dinner.....this dinner. Well, not this exact meal....but my idea was if I could just talk to you....I could tell you how I felt. You see, my parents moved around a lot. It wasn't until middle school that I stayed in a single place for a reasonable period of time. I didn't have any friends, but I had sports. I joined the football team and with it came teammates who seemed to like me. I did everything to keep their approval....and unfortunately, that meant bullying others with them. I'm not proud of what I did. "Shame" doesn't cover it. Truth is...I was perhaps a little jealous of you, Gus." "Jealous?" Gus raised an eyebrow, "Of me?" "You didn't hide your sexuality. I did. I had to. I needed the approval of the other guys on the team. They were...well, I thought they were my friends. They were the closest thing I had to friends. I helped them win games, but none of them really cared about me. I fear I'm still a novice when it comes to making friends and I got lonesome for the times when I felt that I had some. Then one day, I saw you on campus. You were tutoring someone in the library and hanging out with friends. My heart ached for what you had....but it was also filled with something else. Joy perhaps? I had never seen you smile before, Gus. I was floored at how genuine and beautiful of a smile and spirit you had. If I had seen it in back when we were in middle school, our paths would have been different. But from that moment on, I was smitten. I developed such a crush on you. I had to talk to you. Coach was going to get the supplement for me himself, but I insisted on going. It was the perfect opportunity to see you, to apologize, and hopefully take you out for a dinner and a show. But that didn't happen...and then there was something about that one bottle of supplement...." "Uh huh..." Gus swallowed. "Once I started taking it, I started to change. I enjoyed the gains I was getting, but it further filled me with desire to hold you like a soft, squishy pillow in my arms. I saw you leave the Health Center the other day and after I confirmed you were the one to fill the bottle, I felt like perhaps it was fate? I had to get your number. I had to speak with you and see you.....but when I finally met with you, my desperation consumed me. All my passion, feelings, and lust for you flooded my head and body when I gazed upon you. Everything I had planned to say was gone. All I could do was offer a wimpy apology for years of pain....and offer my body to you to do as you please for whatever compensation it'd be worth. That is why I'm wearing this blindfold. I wanted to get this off my chest while I still had the words. It was my hope that we could start over....a fresh start." "I see." Gus sighed. Tyler removed the blindfold and became erect almost immediately at the sight of his roommate. The two sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Tyler kept his head down to eat, but the anticipation made it difficult to get through the meal. Tyler got up to put the dishes in the sink when Gus spoke up. "So what show would have you taken me to?" "Well, turns out I couldn't get the tickets anyway," Tyler smirked as he washed off the dishes. "I think the best I could do tonight would be to clip bells to my nipples and bounce my pecs to play a song or dance for you." Gus laughed. It was a much needed laugh at the end of a long, stressful day. He got up from his chair to turn on some lights and blow out the candles. Then he picked up his backpack from the entrance way and brought it into the living space. "You know, Tyler." Gus approached the towering beast of muscle and hair and, grabbing the tie around his neck, pulled him down closer to his face, "I think seeing you change in the locker room in gym class was what really first stirred my desires for muscular men. Before you became a source of pain for me, I had my way with you in my imagination so many times...." Tyler was fully erect and throbbing. His furry, beefy chest was heaving up and down as anticipation filled his core. His breathing was swift and heavy and he was starting to sweat. His trembling lips were yearning for a kiss. "I have a surprise for you," Gus grinned. "Wh-what is it?" "I personally refilled your prescription for two bottles of that supplement," Gus winked. "They're in my backpack...I want to see if we can replicate those results and expand on them. Just don't crush me when you hold me tonight." Gus kissed Tyler, who almost ejaculated all over creation from there in the kitchen. The athlete picked up his roommate and carried him to the bedroom. He didn't know if he was going to orgasm that particular night; he didn't even know if he was going to fit on Gus's bed. But at the very least, Gus was smiling and the football player knew two things: the two of them were on better terms....and Coach is going to be surprised how much bigger he's going to become.

The first station will be found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14714-the-assembly-line/ The fourth station will be found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14756-the-assembly-line-from-third-to-fourth-station/ The assembly line Station Five The workout, demanded by The Program to evaluate Todd's progress, had caused blood to flow to Todd's muscles while they were still growing. The combined effect of pump and actual growth had caused Todd's muscles to bulge obscenely, and veins to crawl over his brawn. Now, Ted stood where Todd had stood just minutes ago, and performed a similar evaluation. Ted had never dreamt of the hardness the two simultaneous physiological processes would cause to his physique. His entire body throbbed. His dick throbbed inside the comfortable and tough-looking trousers he jokingly referred to as the "space-warrior trousers", but it felt like his entire body throbbed now: Back - throbbing. Traps - throbbing. Shoulders - throbbing. Pecs - throbbing. Biceps - throbbing. Abs - hard as fuck. He pulled and pushed, went through the movements The Program desired, and fed it the research data it needed, and this forced workout caused him to become engorged by strength. Yeah! The strength! THE STRENGTH HE DESIRED! THE STRENGTH HE WAS ACHIEVING! Behind him, a hissing sound came from robotic spray-cans on rails, preoccupied with fashioning the new boots and tactical trousers of Tim, but Ted was preoccupied himself, and didn't turn around. Preoccupied with giving The Program the data requested. The Program didn't give him any figures or data in exchange, and he was kept in the dark about exactly how much stronger he had become, but, deep inside himself, a realisation was dawning, that the resistance shown him by the steel-tentacles around his feet and hands far exceeded the weights any normal bodybuilder or powerlifter would push. Or pull. There were no mirrors anywhere: The Program was designed to change ordinary men into Beings of unknown purpose, not to gratify the curiosity of the subjects of experimentation. To The Program any personal wish or personal preference of any specimen were of no concern. The specimens existed for the purpose of The Program, not for themselves. They were meat: Heaps of muscular brawn enhanced to obey the orders of The Program without asking questions, and to spring into brutal and merciless action without hesitation. Parts of the man, who once had been Ted, were obliterated, or on their way to become obliterated, but other parts of his mind were enhanced, invigoured. In the place of Ted, the mild-mannered teacher, was springing into existence Unit T.E.D., the Unit that unquestioningly obeyed The Program, and The Program wanted its Units to increase their strength, their endurance, their speed, their tactical superiority and their resilience without limits. YES! WITHOUT LIMITS! Unit T.E.D. had heard it twice: A crackling noise of power-emissions coming from the chamber on the other side of the gates, but only heard when the gates briefly opened. Mike, who now was Unit M.I.K.E., had entered the crackling chamber beyond. Todd, who now was Unit T.O.D.D., had entered the crackling chamber beyond. Unit T.E.D. felt satisfaction, when the sound from the spraying of Unit T.I.M. back at Station Four fell silent, and the steel-tentacles surrounding Unit T.E.D.'s hands and feet loosened their grips and fell to the floor at Station Five. Unit T.I.M. would soon be evaluated. The gates opened, and Unit T.E.D. stepped into Station Six, from which he could hear the crackling noise of power-emissions, and the lustful moaning of two Units becoming enhanced in accordance to The Program. * * * You will find the beginning of Station Six here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14761-the-assembly-line-station-six/

Wow man! You're doing great so far! Pushing many of my buttons, love this story! Hopefully we can get some more to feed the addiction!

I'm eagerly waiting for it too. Can'twait to see what happens next. Would love to see Bruce overdosing and going rampage

Great story! But, c'mon, you ended it THERE?!! More More MORE, dammit!

Amazing story man. Great to see you back to posting and giving us a great treat too.

wow

Man. Im glad you are back. We missed you around here!

I can easily magine a orgy worship session between those six

The first station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14714-the-assembly-line/ The way to the third station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14738-the-assembly-line-on-the-way-to-the-third-station/ The assembly line Third station The cylinder closed behind Tim's head, and the cylinder began to fill with new liquid. Little Tim, who disappeared out of Ted's view. Ted watched the ground floor disappear above him, and turn into the ceiling of the basement, as the lift descended. His quads twitched. His shoulders twitched. He liked the feeling of his muscles twitching. His muscles growing. Ted found himself in a dimly lit tunnel. The air was cooler and more moist, and he looked at old brick-walls. There were hints of some mould in the air. In front of him, Todd stood facing away from him on a sort of platform elevated just a few decimetres above the floor, perhaps slightly reminding him of a boxing ring, but perhaps lower than that. There were no remnants of Todd's old clothes left. The sparse yellowish light caused shadows to highlight the newly won muscular definition of Todd's broad back and wide shoulders. Robotic spray-cans ran on small rails around Todd's body, spraying his feet and legs with a substance, that jelled into boots and trousers. Tactical boots and trousers. Sci-fi boots and trousers. Ted couldn't concentrate on the sight of Todd's impressive back before him, because The Program demanded him to take a few steps back and take a seat. So he obeyed. It felt good to obey The Program. The seat reminded him of a dentist's chair. A little metallic box on tyres was busy wheeling around him with a whirring sound and extending its tongs to remove his shoes. His trousers felt uncomfortable and soaked in the growth-liquid from his treatment in the cylinder. The remnants of his shirt hang in tatters on his torso, and his exposed pecs and biceps glistened by the growth-liquid in the sparse amber light. His arms -- still twitching and growing by the after-effects of his treatment in the cylinder -- rested on the vinyl-clad armrests of the medical chair. He could sense something lower itself above him, but it still came as a surprise, when his entire head became enclosed by some sort of equipment. It smelled like rubber, like car tyres. For an instant, he was frightened he would suffocate, and his engorging arms began a movement to remove the mask, but, before he could do anything, cool and smooth metallic manacles rotated 180° out of the arm-rests, and transfixed his arms to the chair. What was going on, actually? Why did these machines exist inside the mountain ridge? Why had they sprung from inactivity to life, when he and his friends unknowingly had intruded in the tunnels? They had expected natural beauty and the view of pristine, untouched and subterraneous natural environment, but instead they had encountered unknown technology at a level they hadn't expected. Was it the work of a clandestine cabal set on toppling the government? Was it a classified government experiment, preparing for the dissolution of their human and citizen rights? Was it a scientific experiment, which had gone terribly wrong, when the automatons raised against mankind? Was it an archaeological remnant of an ancient advanced civilisation, long gone? Was it, even, a base planted by an extra-terrestrial civilisation, bent on taking over the world? He didn't know, and any further thoughts along those lines were abruptly and painfully stalled by excruciating AGONY His body consisted of purple light of AGONY. His body consisted of of a beige cloud of nausea. Blackness came, and blackness went. He wasn't sure, if he had been unconscious, and, if that was the case, he didn't know for how long. Slowly, slowly, he recovered from disorientation, and became aware of himself relaxing in a vinyl-clad medical chair, his head surrounded by a blinding full-head mask that smelled of the comforting and relaxing whiff of rubber. There was nothing to be concerned of now. He could feel remaining ache in his spine, his clavicles and his femurs. Well, his entire bone-structure, actually, but especially his spine, his clavicles and his femurs. Remaining ache. Remaining. Because something amazing was happening. Mmmmm. Twitching muscles. Twitching of growth. Something amazing. If he obeyed The Program, something amazing would happen. Continue to happen. A feeling stirred in his gut. Something amazing. The Program wanted to get to know him better. Why not? You can trust The Program, can't you? The Program is your friend. The Program scanned his childhood. Friendship. Scanned his teenage years. Embarrassment. Scanned his student years. Liberation. Coming to terms. Early career. The mixed feelings of entrapment, homecoming and purpose. The suffocation and the dedication. Dear parents. Dear siblings. The well-being and betterment of his pupils. Friendship with Todd. Reliable Todd. Bringing together. Responsible. Protective of Tim. Little Tim. Protect. and then ... Mike ... Oh God! Mike ... Mike the young rascal, who took the command, when they explored the great outdoors with their small bicycles with support wheels ... Mike, forever loyal to Todd, the chubby kid, and listened to Todd's advice ... Mike, who hang out with the jocks, but never forgot his old friends ... Mike, the stallion who slept with at least half of the girls ... Mike, arguing with the teacher ... Mike, called to the head-master's office ... Mike's smile like sunshine ... Mike cheering his friends up on a rainy day ... Mike arguing with his divorced Mum ... Mike at the gym ... Bigger Mike ... Tattooed Mike ... Mike swelling ... Mike and the wrong crowd ... Mike on substance abuse ... Angry Mike, still so handsome, but angry Mike ... Todd trying to reason with Mike ... Ted trying to reason with Mike ... Mike. Angry. Smiling. Sunshine. ... no highschool any longer ... you leave in the morning ... run away, turn away, run away ... Ted's student days ... Coming to terms ... Realising his true feelings ... Mike the Marine ... Far away ... Mike the war-hero, returned ... Mike the depressed wreck ... Ted being there for Mike ... Mike not allowing himself to cry in front of Ted ... Mike: Angry. Smiling. Sunshine. ... Todd bringing them ... Mike, the brawny lump of a man, allowing himself to cry in Ted's lanky embrace ... Mike the PT ... Mike the fire-fighter ... For all his faults ... all his strengths ... the anguish in Mike's eyes ... the confidence in Mike's eyes ... the sunshine in his ... Mike his friend ... Mike his hero ... Wanting to be like Mike ... Wanting to be with Mike ... Uh. Uhnnnn. The Program want to know ... He felt mentally exhausted, but he could feel something pleasant build inside him. The Program had stunned him and guided him through the worst changes. His ability to feel pain was blunted now. Resilience to pain had been installed into him. He felt better. He felt like ... Mmmmm. Twitching muscles. Twitching of growth. Something amazing was happening. Wider clavicles. Longer femurs. More! YES! The Program was rewarding him for his cooperation. He opened his mind again. Allowing it to probe deeply inside his mind. Probe. Mind. Urges. Urges to GROW! * * * The fourth station will be found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14756-the-assembly-line-from-third-to-fourth-station/

Ryan Finally Gives it to His Friend Please feel free to tell me what you think! I am planning on writing other stories, and maybe a sequel to this one if people want it. Hope you enjoy it! Mike and I had always been friends since as far as I could possibly remember. From when we were kids to now in college at the age of 20, we did everything together, from doing homework to going to parties. But, there is one big thing that we don’t do together…well we did at first. We started working out at around the age of 15, but Mike could never really get into it. I kept trying to push him into going to the gym, but in the end I kept going and he didn’t. Periodically when he saw my results he would try again, but nothing, it just wasn’t for him. I’m not going to lie though; my muscle growth has definitely turned me into a cocky bastard. I’ve always loved the fact that Mike has become increasingly jealous of my ever growing body. It all started with random little jokes about my incoming abs and pecs. Then, as my muscles really started to get massive, I could tell that he definitely hated it. We use to be on the same level, but now with my god-like physique we both knew who was in charge. But I soon realized that there was something more than jealousy…that little fucker so has the hots for me now. I think I first noticed it one time when I took him to the gym and I was finally confident enough with my sculpted muscles that I went shirtless. I loved showing off my body, and when I looked at Mike’s face, he definitely liked that I did too. We had walked over to the bench press where I had asked him to spot me—or at least try too—so I could work on these sexy huge pecs. By this point we were long into the workout so not only were my muscles pumped to the max but the sweat made them glisten and shine. If we’re being honest I probably looked like a fucking porn star, which Mike must have noticed. As I lifted the massive amount of weight up and down I realized that Mike couldn’t take his eyes off my flexing body. You could just see that he was so turned on and practically drooling over the body I had worked to so hard to craft. Ever since then I have seen him continually sneak a peek at my body whenever we hang out or do something. It’s kind of sad how much he wants to play with my ripped muscles, but a part of me completely understands his need to worship a god. Skinny little bitches like him aren’t my type, but maybe I should make his day, who knows it could be fun. I’ve been looking for a regular fuck toy anyways, so it could probably work out. When I’m not growing more and more muscle, or ripping apart some hot ass, I do get bored. What the heck, let me play with him a little when he comes over later… “Hey Ryan! How’s life man?” He said as I opened the door to let him in. “I’m doing alright just got back from the gym you know,” I said as I flexed my right bicep as hard as I could. As he walked in to sit down on the couch he couldn’t take his eyes off me…I had to stop myself from laughing. But I was honestly surprised that he didn’t faint right then and there as I started to flex my left bicep. “How’s my body looking by the way I feel like I’m getting bigger and bigger every fucking day man,” I said as I did a side chest pose that almost ripped my shirt open. “Umm…uh…yeah you do look bigger…maybe…I guess” he said nervously, almost trying to put on a smile while trying not to stare for too long. “Maybe huh…,” I said chuckling preparing to push this little guy even more. Before he could say anything I proceeded to take my shirt off to flex and bounce my pecs. Fucking Mike couldn’t even handle what was going on, all he could do was look at my body in complete amazement. Then I walked up to him and flexed my bicep right in his face. “Want to touch it?” “What…” Mike said shyly. “Yeah come on, tell me how hard it is,” I said as I grabbed his hand and placed it around my bicep. That’s when I noticed it, as he began to play with my bicep I could see a boner starting to grow in his pants. Now we were getting somewhere… “Wow Ryan,” he gulped. “You really are big.” “You fucking know it,” I said, “bet you wish you had a body like this, but something tells me you’ll settle for worshipping me instead.” Mike immediately looked at me with a shocked appearance on his face, “what, what are you talking about?” That was when I quickly moved my hand to grab his growing little hard on, which caused Mike to let out a loud moan. “Let’s stop kidding ourselves,” I said, “I know you’ve been into me for a long time now. But, hey, I’m feeling generous today, so why don’t you just fucking enjoy it?” As I continued to stroke his cock over his pants, Mike started to play with my bicep again and actually started to lick it. “At a boy Mike, at a boy. Look at you, god, it’s like you can’t help yourself.” I was right…giving Mike free rein he started to lick my sculpted abs as he felt up my massive pecs. As he did so I continued to stroke his tiny cock, which by this point was as hard as it was going to get. I also made sure to flex each and every one of my muscles for him—it was funny to see that Mike was easily in Heaven having the time of his little weakling life. But it looked like I had finally found someone to worship these muscles like they were meant to be. Mike just couldn’t keep his hands and tongue off of me, and even though I stopped playing with his dick that little bitch kept moaning louder and louder. “How are you liking this body Mike,” I said as I pushed him back onto the couch. “Oh my god Ryan,” he said breathing heavily, “you’re a fucking god, a muscle beast, a sex machine, and I need you, I need your body, please…” I laughed as I let him get back to playing with my muscles, but before I knew it that little nerd started to cum. He laid back onto the couch as the wet spot on his pants started to grow bigger and bigger. But I wasn’t done yet, it was time for me to have some of my own fun. As his dick finally started to finish I ripped my pants and underwear off. Not only could you now see my amazing ass and huge muscular legs, but I also revealed my monster sized cock to Mike. As I did this Mike’s jaw dropped to the ground as his eyes almost popped out of his head. I don’t think the little guy had ever been in the presence of such a real fucking man. I wanted to see what I was fully working with so I easily grabbed him off the couch and ripped his clothes off of him. This time I actually couldn’t control my laughter as what I was looking at was the skinniest little nerd I had ever seen, it was honestly pathetic. As I laughed I could see that Mike had gotten super self-conscious, but his cock didn’t lie, he was enjoying every minute of this. Our size difference was incredible…while I looked like a god among men ready to fuck anything and everything in sight, Mike looked like a kid next to me. “This is crazy,” Mike said embarrassed as he tried to cover himself up a little. “You look like a sex god Ryan,” he said breathing heavily, “I’ve always dreamt of this, I meant that…your body is massive, I look like a twig compared to you…show me how powerful you are, make me the bitch you know I am.” Laughing to myself, but kind of getting hard and turned on by what he was saying, I grabbed his head and rammed my giant cock into his mouth. Holding him in place I was skull fucking his little mouth as hard as I could without breaking his jaw. I was in such pleasure as my cock went in and out, in and out, over and over again. Mike was definitely enjoying himself as he also started to play with my balls and rub my abs. When I looked down I could also see that his dick was hard again and close to exploding. “Damn Mike…looks like you know how to suck some dick,” I said as I started to moan with my cock getting really close. All I could do was fuck his pretty little mouth harder and harder as he worshipped all of the muscles on my body that he could get his little hands on. Before I knew it my cock started to let out stream after stream of cum in his mouth, with Mike’s dick starting to cum shortly after. I removed my cock from his mouth after he was having some trouble swallowing the cum and proceeded to finish off on his face. “Wow that was…incredible,” was all Mike could say as he was breathing heavily. He then started to lick up the rest of the cum that he fallen to the ground from his mouth and face. That little fucker was having the time of his life worshiping my body, but we were just getting started. “Get that ass ready Mike,” I said smiling, “looks like you’re going to be my fuck toy for the rest of the night…and for the near future.” I could see how turned on he was by what I had just said, so I eagerly picked him up off the floor ready to have some more fun with him in the bedroom. I’m pretty dumb for not having thought of this sooner, but I was ready to make up for lost time.

[Forgive my little indulgence into superhero fantasy with one of my favorite bodybuilders.] Antoine put the giant oak chair holding his friend back down on the ground. Lifting the thing was so easy it wasn’t really fun, even with only one hand – except when Marty would yelp because the big guy bounced him too hard. Antoine started looking for something else to do – something powerful. His muscles were screaming to be used. He was desperate to show off his super strength. Marty was certainly used to it by now, but Antoine knew his friend still secretly loved watching all the things he could do. Everything that was thick metal in the room – lampstands, the fire poker set, the hat rack, and everything else – was already twisted or ripped into rubbish. Antoine had basically crumpled with his bare hands anything that might give the semblance of resistance – even though nothing really could. There wasn’t anything else to bend, twist, or fold in on itself. Antoine started to look at the heavy furniture, wondering if it would be fun to rip it apart. Marty clearly noticed the look in his friend’s eyes. “Dude, I can tell what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare destroy anything…” It was too late. Antoine had already locked his gaze on the huge stone fireplace at the end of the den. He was there before Marty’s sentence even trailed off. The big man brought his hand up to one of the giant rocks that were cemented in place under the wooden mantle. It was one of those massive fireplaces that took up most of the wall. He placed his fingers against the stone and started pushing in. Chips stared to fall to the ground as Antoine’s hand sank slowly into pure rock. It looked like he was simply pressing into soft cookie dough. Marty let out a loud sigh as soon as the big man’s palm was submerged in the stone. “Come on, A, you got to quit destroying everything in the house! There’s not going to be anything left standing by the time you’re done.” “You know I can’t help it Marty-man, I just gotta do powerful stuff. Look at the way my fingers sink into solid rock like it was nothing. That’s power man! I’m demolishing thick stone with just my fingers. You’d want to do stuff like this too, if you could. I promise you, man. It’s just so freaking cool. I could rip out this entire fireplace with nothing but a little tug. I can’t help myself – I love using my super strength.” “Well, luckily, there might be a new project for you, A.” Antoine could not contain his excitement at Marty’s announcement. He turned quickly toward his friend and as he did his hand ripped off one of the largest stones in the fireplace. It was the size of a dishwasher. It sounded like someone was using a jackhammer to break up a piece of sidewalk. Immediately, Antoine moved closer to his friend, easily lugging the chunk of rock in one hand. It would have taken a few men to carry the thing two feet, but the super dude carried it like it was a wadded up piece of paper. Antoine’s kidlike excitement at a potential assignment made him toss the rock up and down in his palm. Marty knew if his friend dropped the stone there’d be a huge hole in the floor. “Dude! Did you have to destroy the fireplace?” “Yeah . . . yeah, I did. I need to crush something and one of these huge stones will be perfect. Now tell me about the job, man. Am I going to get to use my full strength! Come on, spill it Marty or I’m going toss this stone at you and I don’t think you’ll be able to lift it as easily as me!” Marty knew Antoine would never actually throw the stone in his direction, but there was a moment of fear that passed over his face at the thought of trying to catch something that probably weighed three or four times as much as he did. The big man held the massive rock in one hand without a second thought. He continued to toss it up and down like it was nothing more than a baseball. Antoine’s biceps popped huge and for a second Marty was lost in his friend’s unbelievable power. Antoine moved closer and absent-mindedly ripped off a part of the stone and started crushing it in his hand as if it were dried up bark. A mixture of pebbles and sand fell to the floor. “Earth to Marty! Come on, man, give me the scoop. I need to fight some villains. I’ll even let them think they’re winning for a while – just so I can prolong the fun. Tell me what the mission is, bud!” Marty found it a little unnerving to talk over the sound of solid rock being crumpled in his friend’s hand. The big man, however, found it way too cool being able to demolish something supposedly so indestructible to stop squeezing the stone into tiny bits. His fingers met with no resistance. He could choose to crush the chunk of rock slowly, cherishing the way it disintegrated because of something much more powerful, or he could bring his fingers together quickly and make the thing pop like a gun blast. Antoine felt sorry for the stone, in a way. It had been placed around the fireplace to look majestic and to protect the house from burning down, but a big hand had ripped it from its resting place with little effort and was now turning it into a pile of dust. The massive biceps fueling the hand bulged greatly and made it clear that the rock had no way of winning this battle. Marty saw that destroying the big rock was nothing for Antoine – it was mere child’s play. For a few seconds the older man realized why his super friend desired muscle missions with so much passion. A man with this kind of strength should not be held back from doing powerful feats. It was like putting a hundred wild mustangs in one small pen. Superheroes should not be fenced in. Antoine needed to rip tanks apart, knock down buildings, and take on whole armies at one time – it was what he was made for. It’s what his body . . . no, his muscles, craved. And right now, his big body seemed to bulge more massive than ever – clearly pumped up by the guy’s excitement about a potential mission. “A, dude, can you stop it with the stone and I’ll give you the details.” “No can do Marty-man. My hand feels something solid in it and all it wants to do is crush. It’s just one of the things about being this powerful. I can’t stop using my strength. I sometimes wake up in the morning and find out I’ve snapped the thick bedposts into tiny twigs during my sleep. Even my dreams make me do super things. Now spill it, man.” “Ecuador. The Ambassador and his family have been taken hostage at his own home. It’s a compound about a mile outside of the capital city. A large group of guerrilla rebels are demanding the release of many Ecuadorean prisoners being held in the U.S. in exchange for the lives of the family. This is a group that has never let any prisoner live, so we have very little hope that the family is even still alive. There are videos, but we don’t know when they were taken. And they say they’re going to start killing them at 6pm, their time, tonight.” “Aw Marty, I love you, man. I’m going to get to really play this time. I can feel it. My muscles are busting major tense all over. Please tell me there’s at least a hundred rebels.” “Maybe even more.” “Oh man, that makes me sprout a little wood. No time to waste. What are my coordinates?” Antoine could barely contain his excitement. Muscles popped harder and bigger. With little warning, and with no effort at all, he brought the remaining chunk of the big stone between his open palms and pressed in. The big thing crumbled into a million little stones and sand, immediately falling to the floor in a little pile. Marty instantly knew that the maid, Mrs. Thompson, would be complaining up a storm – just as she always did. He knew he’d have to give the woman a little gift to appease her. Antoine was worse than a house full of toddlers when it came to making messes. The gardener had to buy a bulldozer just to clean up the junk that Antoine left lying around outside. The older man handed the superhero a small piece of paper. Antoine glanced at the numbers on the sheet and they were instantly memorized. His brain was just as powerful as his body. “Stand back, friend.” “No, Antoine. You promised. Please don’t . . .” It was too late. Antoine leapt upward and his body zoomed through the ceiling – as if he were jumping through tissue paper. Chunks of wood, concrete, and plaster fell to the ground and Marty had to jump out of the way so he wouldn’t get hit. He glanced up furious. He knew his friend would be able to hear him for a long time – thanks to super hearing. “Why do you always have to exit that way?” “It’s much more dramatic, Marty! I get to show off.” “But why do you have to go through three floors! There’s a door to the outside right there! And come back. You only have posers on!” “You know this is the outfit of Mr. Alpha. I have to show off the muscles as I do amazing things. Don’t worry. I have the mask. See you soon, Mar. Tell Mrs. Thompson and the work crew I’m sorry about the mess. Maybe we should leave the hole in all three stories and I’ll use it to exit from now on.”

[A little teaser inspired by a friend. Hopefully, there will be more.] “Come on A, you gotta lay off all the crazy antics. People are going to suspect your more than human.” “What are you talking about Marty? I’m just having a little fun. No one’s going to suspect anything. I just got to blow off some muscle steam every now and then.” “A, it was one thing when you did one back flip on YouTube, but the other day you went and did three somersaults in the air with one leap. No one can do that, man. It’s a good thing I was there to destroy the evidence before it went viral.” “You destroyed the evidence? I think I was the one that crushed the phone with one hand, Mar.” “Yeah, but I’m the one that bought it off the kid for five hundred dollars.” “Man, it was fun seeing his face after I did it. Three perfect back flips up in the air and then landing like a super gymnast. The guy thought he was seeing things. That’s why I had to do it a second time – to show him it wasn’t his imagination.” “And you gave him time to get out his phone! Dude, you gotta cool it a little. You’re also lifting too much weight at the gym. It’s not natural.” “What are you talking about, Marty? There are guys that are lifting a lot more weight than I lift.” “Yeah, and they’re twice the size of you. And they’re not lifting a lot more weight than you – they’re lifting about ten pounds more. They’re also not doing it with one hand, dude!” “I always wait until no one’s looking.” “Yeah, will one day you’re going to mess up and people are going to see.” “Well what would be wrong with that? Maybe it is time people know I am Mr. Alpha.” “How many times do I have to explain this superhero secret identity thing to you, A? Geez, your head must be as thick and hard as your muscles.” “Hey there, mister, I don’t think you’re in any position to be calling me thick – although my body is dense as hell isn’t it?” “You’re right – I’m in no position, but that proves my point, too. Here you are lifting a huge oak chair holding a full-grown man into the air with one hand. That’s not natural, dude, and someone could walk in and see.” “If you’re not going to let me do freakish strength feats at my own home, Marty, then we got to reveal my super powers to the world. I’m getting tired of always being careful about my power.” “Careful! You made a giant A with three busses the other day – saying it was art. You think people don’t know it was Mr. Alpha that did it? I’m hearing some rumblings from people saying you’re getting too big for your britches and they’re not so sure you’re such a good guy.” Antoine bounced the chair and Marty in the air a few times – causing the smaller guy to flop around in the seat. He loved showing off. Of course, lifting the measly weight of one dude and a big wooden chair was nothing. He could actually balance all of it on his pinkie if he wanted to, so it wasn’t much fun. The big man longed to really use his power – to hold jets back from taking off, chaining his wrists to two tanks pulling in opposite directions, cannonballs being shot into his stomach at close range, and lifting things that were mind-blowingly freakishly huge. The power just surged through his body so strongly that Antoine always needed to be doing something that let off some built-up muscle steam. His entire body needed release, but nothing needed it as much as his biceps. His guns craved strength feats the same way a kid craved ice cream – the more he had, the more he needed. The big man laughed to himself because Marty was upset by three back flips in one leap. His friend and confidant didn’t realize that Antoine had been caught doing a lot more powerful things than that, but he’d always been able to ‘convince’ guys to give him the film or video. It didn’t take much to convince – all he had to do was flex his arms or bounce his chest and usually the dude that had caught something on film got so frightened he immediately handed over his phone or camera. “I’m not so sure I’m a good guy, either, Marty. Maybe it would be fun if I were naughty for a while. You know, kind of scare people. Make them think I was going to hurt them or something.” “Who are you kidding, A? You couldn’t hurt a flea. That drug cartel you ambushed the other day deserved a royal beating and all you did was capture them and turn them over to the CIA. Sure, you tore apart a couple of jeeps and a big truck, but the guys only got a few broken bones. No, buddy, you were made to be a superhero.” Antoine knew Marty was right. He loved doing good deeds almost as much as he loved showing off his strength. When he was in his Mr. Alpha outfit and doing his superhero thing he was the happiest. He loved it when bad guys were put in their place – especially because he was doing the putting. Watching criminals realize that no amount of weapons, man-force, or supposed supercharged vehicle was going to stop Mr. Alpha was like the ultimate orgasm for Antoine. He couldn’t get enough of it. He’d come to love the cheering of the crowds and the applause from law enforcement officers when he showed up and took care of the bad guys more than anything.