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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a repost from the old forum to help christen this new site. I hope you enjoy a second read. The Commando I feel my big pecs as I stare in the mirror. My fingers tracing the thick shelves of muscle and casually teasing one of my tough nipples until it is hard enough to etch diamonds. Even as I take a casual breath the fibres flex without conscious effort, bunching and rolling beneath my skin. The muscle underneath is harder than granite. Harder than steel. Perhaps harder than any other substance on the planet. Beads of sweat are still running down the naked skin of my chest and through the deep valleys of my abs as I admire the pump from my first workout of the day. After that session I know I need a new way to train. I think of the yard outside, strewn with pieces of tanks and machinery left scattered after the orgy of devastation I just wrought with these hands. Big hands. Powerful. Each fist the size of a prize turkey. In the mirror I am swollen like a massive god. Fuck I’m so huge. So thick. So strong. Has any being walked the earth who possesses the power I have in one arm? Reaching across the table I grab a container of my special protein drink. It is about the size of four litres. I chug it back feeling the liquid hit my stomach like a lead weight. My muscles absorbing the fluid immediately and I feel the fibres knitting themselves back together, bigger and stronger than they were before. Casting aside the empty container from my hand, I pick up another container and start drinking it down. One container after another. Until all five containers from the table lie strewn about the floor. Feeding my needs and fuelling my growth. BANG I ignore it. BANG I tip back the last container onto my lips. Each milky thick drop pouring down my hungry throat. Only now am I starting to feel satiated. BANG As the liquid finishes pouring down my throat I finally turn my attention to the noise and I toss the empty container so hard that it hits the wall, shattering the plastic. “COME!” I rumble. In the big, empty room the echo is amplifying my already deep voice. It’s not as easy a command as it would be in any other “office”. The door is so heavy that the average man could never open it. The Ministry of Defence has rigged it up for me, thick steel plates, wider than the doors of a bank vault and just as impossible for the average man to move. But as I watch the door open, metal heaved and moved as it is wrestled out of the way by a man very determined to see me. The door takes him less time than it would any of the others. And it isn’t long before Royal Marine Commando Corporal Roger Clarke struts inside. He never walks. He struts. He is one jacked wanker, and he thinks he’s the dog’s bollocks. I suppose in every way he is. Of all the recruits to the program he is the biggest and the best. And like all the other recruits the program has amplified his alpha male instincts. You already have to be a cocky lad to join one of the most elite special forces in the world, but these recruits were the best of the best. And showing excellent progress. Corporal Clarke is top drawer. He smirks at me. He just can’t help himself. “Reporting for my weekly jab sir,” he reminds me. He stands straight, rigid. His green beret framing his square jawed face. So very handsome. A shadow of stubble is present even this early in the morning, and I know as well as anyone on base how fastidious the commandos are about personal hygiene. But with so much testosterone flowing in your system what can you do? Personally I’ve given up shaving and just trim my beard instead. It’s just fucking easier that way, even if I have to do it several times a day. Like the other program recruits he wears only his regulation trousers, and even these days the trousers aren’t quite adequate to contain him. I inspect his physique as I watch him walk towards me. The corporal has grown bigger. But I knew that already. I’ve been watching. He’s growing into a strong son of a bitch. And his vast strength has established him at the top of the pecking order of his fellow volunteers. I lick my lips involuntarily and the gesture isn’t missed by the corporal. He stands tall. His shoulders are wide as an ox. Probably wider, as I’ve never seen an ox in my life and can’t imagine one as big. Every muscle is impossibly etched. Thick and full. I regard him with respect, his full 200cm height already makes him imposing. But less than four percent of his 150kg weight is fat. And what fucking muscle. The corporal’s neck is a thick column, wider even than his head. Those thick shoulders, and delts, massive and round, framing lats that are so wide they press against his horseshoe triceps and force his arms to hang out from his body. All of which make his waist appear even narrower. But fuck! Those pecs! So massive, so overdeveloped. Delicious. His arms, the pride of any man, are simply huge. Biceps that are pumped looking even when stone cold, meaty with veins that run across them just under his skin. Row after row of bricks form lines on his torso, hard and deep and just dragging the eye downwards to the mammoth quads and jutting calves. Assets barely hidden under the tight fabric of his trousers. And of course the mighty bulge of his cock that marks the man as the stud he is. A cock which is always half hard, like a thick sausage. I take a breath to control my raging hormones. My own monster is also always half hard and threatening to spring into action, so I know what it must be like for the corporal to maintain his iron discipline. I disregard the sweat dripping off my thick body. I’d been about to take a shower, but now there is clearly no point. We’re going to have a tussle, the corporal and I. I turn my back on him and walked further into the open space of the room. My office is actually a massive warehouse where I conduct my experiments. My life started as a civilian contractor when I’d stumbled on the initial formulas for enhanced strength and muscularity. Formulas that I’d designed originally for myself. Her Majesty’s Government had found out though, as they always do, when they discovered I was acquiring some unusual combinations of materials over the internet from Eastern Europe. After a midnight visit to my flat by the elite SAS, some of whom I’m sorry to say got hurt in the process of trying to bring me in, the Government wisely decided that were willing to let me continue my secret research as long I shared some of the bounty of my results with Her Majesty’s Forces. A loyal patriot, I was only too happy to oblige. And in return I’ve been given access to facilities, materials, and research that have greatly improved my formulas and my own strength and musculature. When I’d turned my back on him, I’d expected the corporal to take advantage. But even I was surprised as to how quickly he could move. He springs onto my massive back, and I feel his arms wrap around me and under my own arms. Feel his hands come together behind my neck as he attempts a full nelson hold, exerting a granite crushing amount of pressure. He leans back, lifting me into the air, and I can feel his hard, needy cock rubbing against my glutes. The corporal is very aroused. But so am I. “If I win,” he growls into my ear, “I get two jabs this week.” That was the deal I always gave them. If they could beat me I’d give them the key to rise above and eclipse their fellows. But no one has beaten me yet. I’ve seen him use this move on his fellow recruits. One of his signature moves, and he’s always boasted that his hold was unbreakable. I grin to myself, as I feel him try and increase the incredible pressure to my neck. But he hasn’t reckoned on the power and thickness of the corded muscle running from my traps up to head. Thicker even than his. I am impenetrable, so I casually bring my arms down. He fights me, but can’t stop my thick arms from pushing into his. And he has to let go. I feel myself touching the ground as he releases my neck. Just as soon as I felt the pressure break fully, my feet now solidly off the ground, I reach around with one hand and pull his weight off the ground and into the air, flinging him over me and throwing the corporal across the room and against the cinder block wall with enough force to crack the wall. He slams into the wall, dust rising around him as he stands up. Momentarily unsteady. He’s never tried the full nelson on me before and I believe he genuinely thought he’d be able to hold me at his mercy. Maybe even fuck me. Still believing he can take me the corporal charges with his full might. I am ready for this frontal assault. He slams into my torso, grabbing it around the only part narrow enough for him to encircle: my waist. But I am braced and I don’t step backwards. Even though the force of his impact actually pushes my body across the concrete floor several centimetres, enough that my heels score the concrete and leave grooves. Not to be daunted he twists, lifting my 200kgs into the air, over his head, and slamming me back against the ground. The concrete cannot withstand his assault and the muscle of my body and breaks as if a jack hammer has been taken to it. He leaps on top of me and I feel his big fists connect, first the left, then the right, with my hard jaw. He’s strong enough to turn my face and his quads wrap around my waist, inner thighs contracting, strong enough that even I grunt at the pressure. I slam my fist into his chest, and he is pushed backwards by the impact. His hold on my waist doesn’t break though and he reaches forward to attempt to pin me to the ground. I growl and snarl as I flex my arms and pecs underneath him, muscling his whole body upwards until my arms are fully extended, pressing his solid muscle mass up and down over me as his back is forced to arch, then lowering him to my pecs again. I feel his power fight against me, trying to force my arms back down, but I don’t give in, holding him at bay. With a final heave I toss him up in the air until he comes down on his arse ten feet away. We both stand. I massage my jaw, and I can tell he’s starting to doubt and reassess. I slowly eye him as we circle each other, bodies thick and pumped, looking very big, our pecs heaving with the exertion. It’s my turn to smirk, noting the hard on raging under his trousers. This big lad is turned on when he faces someone as strong as me. My own torn trousers feel the pressure as my cock all but tears through the damages material. I flex my biceps at him. “Come and get it started little fella!” He brings his arms behind his head, big guns swelling, thick veins pumping blood, he flexes his quads and I watch as the trousers tear up the sides. Watch his cock fight against the material, as he flexes his abs, muscle etched, and the material tears away. His cock rips out thick and wet I circle around him, taking in that perfect form, those quads swollen and yet still showing every cut and vein on them, almost impossible thickness on those wheels. And that arse, the flawless resting place for my massively thick and long cock. Something inside me snaps a little. The testosterone is coursing in my veins. Unable to resist, I can't help but quickly and decisively force my engorged guns up under his pits from behind. I force march him forward the few metres to the table and force him over. I feel his resistance, but feel my own guns thicken as I hold him down, locked tightly underneath me. He grunts, but I reach for the syringe waiting on the table. I stab it into his arse, as he grunts. Pausing only as he feels the serum enter his bloodstream. Then I force him upright, pulling him up, and then off the ground. My cock tears through the material that’s holding it as I hold his massive weight in the air. Needy I wedge myself deep in those thick glutes and feel his resistance tear away as he is unable to stop me. He kicks out, as my pecs dig into his lats, but for all his energy he cannot stop himself sliding down my shaft. Cannot stop the cock that forces open his thick hole, not for the first time, and roars his frustration. I let him back down as his thrashing lessens, resigned to his fate. Pushing him forward onto the table I begin slamming into him. He isn’t tight enough to stop me, but as the formula takes hold within him I feel the inevitable power coursing through his glutes as he squeezes them against my cock. Making for the most amazing ride. Then I surprise him. He sees me reach for another syringe. It was hidden under some papers, but I’m prepared. I want to see how he does. I inject it deep in his glute as I toss it away. “Aaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk yeeeaaaahh!” he groans as he feels it start to take hold. His whole body shudders as the twice the normal amount of serum floods through him. With monumental effort I pull my cock out of the corporal’s ass and take a step back to watch the changes in his body as he swells with the pump of the formula. His cock is massive and hard and hung in front of him like a battering ram. I come close, our cocks slapping each other loudly. The corporal stands his ground, and I feel my pecs push into his, but feel resistance as he pushes back. The corporal flexes his arms. Big massive peaks forming. “Yeeesssss!” He breaths. I reach to squeeze his guns. They’re beautiful, inhuman peaks, slowly I apply pressure as he flexes, but I am surprised to meet such resistance. I expect my own muscles to cope, and to fight back. I do feel my arms tighten, feel the cords in my biceps and forearms explode and power up as they fight to overcome the resistance in their way. But yet my fingers do not dent the corporal’s muscle. Instead I feel it expand and push my fingers away. The corporal grabs my other arm. I try to pull away. But I cannot free my hand. The corporal holds me fast, his thick muscles becoming unstoppable, his strength phenomenal. Fuck! The corporal is getting bigger. He twists me around and pushes me toward the bank of mirrors. "FLEX!" he orders me. And I cannot disobey. I bring my arm up and flex my powerful gun. I feel the powerful contraction getting harder and I look at the corporal’s own arm behind me. Mine is vascular and huge. Like a rugby ball if not bigger. But behind me the corporal’s own arms rises high, even higher, cords of muscle thickening. And I can’t take my eyes off that arm as it eclipses my own. Everything about the corporal is bigger, thicker and harder than it was mere moments ago as the formula passes through his system. “Ohhhh fuuuuuucckkkkkkk….” He moans in ecstasy. I know the feeling. That hit of power and the intense feeling of pleasure as your body responds to the changes being demanded of it. A mix of pleasure and pain that burns through you. “Now it’s my turn,” he says in a low, husky voice. Pushing me forward until my face is planted in the mirror. I feel him thick and heavy behind me, his strong hand against my thick lats as he pins me to the glass surface. It cracks with the pressure, and I sigh as his body comes even closer to mine. Muscle forcing me to move as I feel his other hand tearing away what’s left of my shorts and underwear so he can massage the firm muscle of my rounded glutes. His swelling cock is straining, pulsing and as rigid a steel pole in the valley between my glutes. I grin though as I feel him seeking entry to my untouched hole. He is powerful, but I am not helpless either and I tighten my glutes together forcing his cock away. At the same time I brace myself against the concrete wall and push against him. He groans as he feels my lats in contact with his pecs. Our muscle fighting for dominance, and I can feel him winning. Being pushed closer the wall. Even as I exert more effort the corporal flexes back, still seeking my hole, determined to pin my under him. The concrete begins to crack as it is not strong enough to support the force I am exerting against it. The corporal wraps his arms around me, pinning my arms, and holding me tight. I feel myself naturally struggling against him. My unmatchable strength and power being contained in the grip of this cocky soldier. My body surges as I feel my power tested. Muscles that have destroyed a fleet of tanks and torn apart ships, but not strong enough. The corporals grip tightens and I can feel the wetness on my glutes as the corporal’s cock leaks precum. He’s getting off on this and he rubs against me as he does. I can feel his muscles growing as he struggles to contain me, even as I fight back. Two hulks, fighting each other for room. Fighting for size. The corporals thick pecs digging into my back, denting and overpowering my lats. Feeling helpless as I’m overwhelmed. But at the most hopeless moment, even as I feel his cock start to tear into my glutes I feel the effects of the three jabs of growth serum I had taken a few minutes before the corporal arrived. My hulking body is so oversaturated with that it takes longer and requires more concentrated doses to have effect. At least until the new formula is ready. I can now exert my own power again. Roger’s body is coursing with formula but not enough. My body grows even in his struggling hold. Biceps thickening as his arms are forced apart. Lats expanding as I feel him pushed backwards I flex my quads, forcing myself to full height, and my cock is achingly hard. Pressed so hard against the wall, I flex and feel the glass and concrete give way as my thick dick digs into the wall. Even so the strength of the man holding me is amazing. His genetics adapting and improving the formula. Equalling mine even now. But even so his strength is feeding my own growth, my power. Oh yeah, I can feel him weakening, struggling to hold me down. The delirium of my growth is intoxicating. “Fight me!” I command, as I break free of his hold. The corporal is not prepared for a turn of events such as this. He responds with his training, punching me repeatedly. But even as he does I can feel my abs thicken. Growing larger, harder. Like impenetrable armour. I grab his fist in mid-swing. He is stunned. All the power in his punch being summarily stopped. And I don’t just do that, but instead muscle his arm down until I know he is in pain. My growth is now coming on in waves as the early litres of protein drink kick in. I wrap my arms around the corporal and hug him tightly to my chest. His pecs are now no match for mine. Feeling him struggle as I contain him, I encircle him in my much bigger arms. At that moment I can crush him, destroy a rival and the finest commando of the Royal Marines. But just now I have other needs. Roger struggles every moment of it, but it just feds my own strength and size. I easily lift his now much more massive body off the ground and force him down onto my cock. Using him like a toy to fuck. I’ve never felt such a pump. Maybe the key really is to exert my strength against someone else. This could be my new form of training. By the time I erupt into him and pull his exhausted body off my cock I already know that the corporal is going to get a few extra jabs. Anything that it takes to keep me growing.

I got this idea after jokingly remarking to Arpeejay, that we haven't seen modernist poetry here on MG yet, so I'm writing one in jest, because the irreverent humour I cultivated as a student is still alive. It's not your average muscle growth story, but I hope it is suggestive enough. Growth: A poem Echoes in the mind. Memories from the past: Some to keep, some to leave behind. Vivid mind. Brittle body Echoes in the mind. Heroes from the past: Greater than other kings, lofty in stature, a hero born in Uruk, a wild and rampaging bull was he. The sheer physicality! The space he occupies Fear of the place with steel-weights In bloodstream herolatry Vivid mind. Adolescent body Echoes in the mind. Heroes from the past: A man unlike no other cometh down from the mountains. His strength is beyond compare; he is like unto an immortal. The sheer physicality! The space he occupies Fear of the place with steel-weights In bloodstream shame Allure of the place with steel-weights De profundis: The URGE Mens sana in corpore sano in Alexandria of yore. But THE URGE? Vivid mind. Lanky body Echoes in the mind. Heroes from the past: Culann's dog and his body-changing frenzy The sheer physicality! The space he occupies Present in the place with steel-weights In bloodstream URGE Vivid mind. Changing body Echoes in the mind. Heroes from the past: Hottr drinking monster-blood, becoming Hjalti The sheer physicality! The space he occupies Home at the place with steel-weights In bloodstream GROWTH of heroes past becoming walls protective walls of flesh instead of brick becoming like the heroes past becoming wall protective wall of flesh instead of brick In bloodstream URGE, in bloodstream GROWTH becoming like the echoes in the mind. In bloodstream joy asserting joy The sheer physicality! The space you occupies huge at the place with steel-weights towering Pharos for brothers journeying yearning for sheer physicality! The space you occupies seeking the harbour, protective wall hearing the echoes, too Allure of the place with steel-weights echoes of their past leaving some behind when you play Bödvar's part and they attain The sheer physicality! The space they occupies and they become Greater than other kings, lofty in stature because In bloodstream URGE, in bloodstream GROWTH! Commentary Any modernist poem need a commentary, of course. Wink. Wink. ? The most obvious references are the following: The first two quotes come from the Gilgamesh Epic, and describe the two heroes Gilgamesh and Enkidu De profundis are the two first words of Psalm 130 (129 in older Catholic bibles for historical reasons), with lots and lots of famous settings Mens sana in corpore sano is a Latin saying by Juvenal, based on a Greek original by Thales of Miletus (624-546 BCE), so the quotes and allusions on heroic tales and physioculture are arranged chronologically Alexandria was founded by Alexander the Great in 332 BCE. Ships were guided to its harbour by the help of the lighthouse on Pharos, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. Is the reader re-building himself into a wonder? The city-walls of Alexandria become a figure of speech for a gym-rat's mental and physical changes. "Culann's dog" is the literal meaning of the name of Cú Chullainn, one of the most famous heroes in Irish mythology, set in a time before the age of St. Patrick: Iron Age Ireland. Cú Chullainn was increasing in strength and turning monstrous in battle, so – in a manner of speaking – he is the original fictitious hero to "hulk out" An Icelandic saga, the tale of Hrolf Kraki (which bear some similarities with the Anglo-Saxon Beowulf Epic), tell the story of the warrior Bödvar (who is able to transform himself into a bear) protect a bullied youngster called Hottr, and let Hottr drink the blood of a monster, which formerly, until Bödvar stopped it, used to harass the court of King Hrolf. After that, Hottr turn into a huge and confident warrior, and change his name to Hjalti. The saga takes place during the Vendel Age (550-790 CE), and comes last in the chronological change, except for the new heroic tales that begin when the reader and his friends change themselves into kings over their own lives, and become good, joyful modern men accepting themselves and helping others.

Will ja nicht komisch klingen, aber gibt es eventuell schon eine Fortsetzung?

Ryan and I stared at the huge cardboard box on the top of the kitchen table then looked at each other. “Dude this is it,” the muscular young man declared. “The moment we’ve been waiting for!” He grinned. “We’re gonna look like fuckin monsters!” My smile grew wide in return; nearly instantaneously we both reached for the rectangular object and began to tear it open. We each pulled out what looked to be a jet black wetsuit, although the material felt more like that used in the ripped bodybuilder’s favorite garment, an Under Amour brand shirt. “It’s hard to believe this is going to fit,” I noted, holding up the suit in front of me. “Yeah they look small but they’re supposed to be tight; that must be related to the magic power that Joel was talking about.” Ryan replied. “Joel” was a handsome, huge bodybuilder that we had met the other night at a friend’s house. The mysterious muscle man had demonstrated these suits that looked to be made of latex or rubber but were actually some type of miracle fabric that would allow us to fulfill our fantasy. Ryan and I were bodybuilders who shared an inflation fetish. We were muscular and lean and were envied by our buddies from college. Our abs were defined and we actually had more thickness than most of the more experienced older bodybuilders, even though we only just about to begin our sophomore year. We enjoyed everything about the bodybuilding lifestyle... the workouts, the tight clothes, the looks from attractive women and men, and even eating huge amounts of carbohydrates and protein to gain the muscle mass, thought the last one was mainly me. One aspect that was not only enjoyable but was a physical turn on: the pump one gets from an intense workout. The idea that your muscle would swell as if being inflated with air was incredibly exciting and sensual. If only a workout pump could more drastically increase the size of our muscles to something extreme. We even tired putting balloons of various types under our clothes and rigging up something that would inflate us as if our muscles were actually swelling. But according to Joel, our prayers had been answered. These special suits would allow us to inflate our muscles, but would feel so real it would be as if we had the hyper pump we had dreamed about. “Let’s get this party started!” I yelled with a big smile on my face and then turned to walk down the hall. “So what are you gonna wear? Ryan asked. “That long sleeve UA shirt and the bodybuilder jeans,” was my reply. “I want it tight but also wanna cover up the suit. That should work.” “Cool,” the other bodybuilder responded. “Good idea!” I continued down the hall into the guest bedroom of Ryan’s parent’s large brick ranch home. We were both home with our families for summer break, returning to college for our senior year in only a couple of days. Ryan’s parents were on vacation, celebrating their 25th anniversary with an Alaska cruise, so we had the house to ourselves for this last week we’d be home. Once I was in the bedroom, I stripped naked as quickly as possible. The excitement was building as I stepped into the tight suit and pulled it up over my well developed muscular body. The suit had a zipper in the back that I left open for Ryan to fasten later. Looking in the mirror, I studied the suit. It closely fit every contour in my body, the swell of each muscle, the valley between my pecs, the curve of the abs and calves… Joel had been dead on when he guaranteed the suit would fit like a second skin. He was right about the other main feature too... it felt so comfortable, it was like I wasn’t wearing anything at all. The only minor oddity was what looked to be a slight outie belly button where my shallow innie actually was. I knew this was the inflation valve which was about to be put to use. Next, I put on the special pair of jeans, made particularly for bodybuilders. The material was unusually stretchy and was cut to accommodate very large quads relative to a small waistline. Then I added the long sleeve light grey workout shirt and finished the look with a pair of black workout boots. A sly grin spread across my face when I noted how hot I looked in the mirror. The clothes fit somewhat tight but were specifically chosen knowing they would stretch. None of the black inflation suit was visible, so I looked just like I was heading to a workout or out to show off my muscle. Ryan and I met up again in the large open eat-in kitchen and family room. The bodybuilder had on the same type of shirt, but it was white and was paired with lightweight workout pants. Ryan also had the same kind of boots as I did. “Ready?” I inquired with an excited grin. “You betcha!” came the equally excited reply. The small but powerful air compressor was located on the floor, purchased at the hardware store. The size and rating were chosen as per Joel’s specific instructions. I grabbed the hose and lifted up Ryan’s shirt slightly. The nozzle was stuck onto the navel looking valve on the suit and attached with a simple ‘click’ of a clasp. And with eager looks on both our faces, I kicked on the power switch on the compressor with my boot. The machine began to hum and all eyes focused on Ryan. Nothing seemed to happen at first but then it became more obvious… his pecs were slowly expanding. Larger and larger, fuller and fuller, each chest muscle grew. At the same time, the overall upper torso was broadening as his back widened out, giving him and even more exaggerated “V” shape. “How does it feel dude?” I wondered. The thrill was noticeable in his eyes. “Fuckin awesome man! Like the most extreme pump in the gym ever!” Ryan’s eyes sparkled and his grin grew as wide a possible. We continued to watch each individual muscle group expand, not just his upper body but his legs as well. Ryan’s quads swelled out as if two watermelons had been implanted in the sides of his thighs, and his calves were noticeably large even in the workout pants. “Okay, dude, that’s enough”, he stated. “I wanna keep my small waist!” he continued, as he rubbed his hand over his extremely well defined flat stomach. I detached the hose from the valve over his belly button, then stood back to admire his new physique. “DAMN! You’re huge AND fuckin ripped!” I exclaimed as he flexed in the mirror. “Let’s gets some measurements, super stud!” “Yeah get that tape over here,” he said, continuing to smile brightly, “Hope we got one big enough!” “Let’s see if this’ll fit around that massive chest,” I stated, after getting the tape measure off the desk in the kitchen. “Lift up those pythons dude!” he did as I instructed, raising his arms straight out so that I could wrap the tape around his upper torso. “Fifty five fuckin inches bro,” I observed. “Youre a fuckin monster!” I cupped his swollen pecs in my hands. “Dude, you look like you got footballs implanted in your chest!”“Now its time for a little gun show baby!” I exclaimed, bringing the tape near his huge arms. “Flex for me!” Ryan quickly went into the standard double bi pose then held the flexed muscle up for me to measure. The tape was stretched around its circumference. “SHIT! Check out that peak! 21 inches buddy!” We both continued to grin like little kids at Disney World. “Fuckin A dude!” “Alright man now it’s my turn. Get the hose!” I commanded. Ryan stopped me. “Hey one more… measure how small my waist is compared to my massive upper body.” “Sure.” I wrapped the tape around his midsection just over his nearly perfectly flat belly button and between a pair of deeply sculpted ridges. “Thirty inches! Nice taper!” We both laughed at that… a fifty-five inch chest with a thirty inch waist was a ridiculous proportion but exactly what Ryan had always dreamed of. “Okay, don’t worry dude, your next!” He strutted over to the counter and picked up the hose. He followed the same procedure that I had minutes earlier, and quickly had the apparatus secured to my suit’s stem. “So whaddya have today buddy?” he asked playfully. “MASS, dude, a shit load of mass! I wanna make an offseason Marcus Ruhl look like Topher Grace!” Ryan laughed. “Okay, comin right up!” The now familiar hum of the machine started. A sensation like the post workout pump began to be felt in my chest and arms. I moved over a step and caught my reflection in a large mirror. “Oh yeah, c’mon baby, blow me up like a fuckin muscle balloon!” My pecs were swelling as were my bis and tris. The shirt’s material was gradually getting tighter all over and my abs became a little deeper. My quads began to bow out stretching the jeans even more than my developed legs already did. “You’re gettin huge dude!” Ryan remarked. “Hey check out your delts!” The incredibly thick muscle man was right. My shoulders were expanding just like a balloon was being inflated inside of them. I could feel my arms spreading out from my sides due to the increased width of my back. The reflection in the mirror was mesmerizing, watching each muscle continue to swell up. Then out of the corner of my eye I notice Ryan step towards the compressor. I quickly grabbed his big forearm. “Hey not yet, I’m not done growin!” “Dude, for your height you’re massive. You don’t need any more size!” Of course this pissed me off, as did any reference to the fact that I was only 5’9” tall. Ryan thought he was all that just because he was 5’11 ½”, though he always claimed to be six feet. Although my muscles weren’t growing as fast, they were still slowly expanding. “Look man your gut is rounding out… you’re taking in too much air, dude!” My abs were very developed but had bowed out into a noticeable curve. “Shit, man, that’s no biggie. All us mass monsters have a bit of a roid gut!” But after a few seconds it appeared that only my gut was growing so I gave him the word. “Okay, dude, shut it off. I think I’m big enough now,” I stated with a wink. Ryan followed my command and then picked up the tape measure. “Now let’s see how you did!” he said. I swaggered over to the middle of the kitchen where the light was brightest. It was a little more difficult to walk then I imagined with the new size of my quads. And just like after a real workout pump, I felt very stiff. Ryan brought the tape towards my arm and I instinctively flexed my bicep. He grinned. “Ya got me by a half an inch… twenty one and a half! Not bad for a midget!” I give him a sharp poke in the shoulder for the earlier reference. We both laughed again knowing that either one could get bigger just by inflating further. Still, I had a little bit of pride that I was ‘bigger’. My pecs began jumping at my command. “Now measure these puppies!” “You’re gonna need a manziere for those things they’re so huge!” He stretched the tape around the massive upper torso right at the nipples. “Fifty fuckin six inches dude! Your chest is almost as big around as you are tall!” Ryan laughed loud at his own joke. I ignored him abut was also excited about having the ridiculously gigantic pecs I’d always fantasized about. “Now let’s measure those abs,” he stated then started to wrap the measure around my waist. I couldn’t see much beyond my pecs, but it did look like in the mirror’s reflection that the valve on the suit was larger and protruded more. He lined up the tape just above the valve which was over my navel. “Thirty nine inches buddy... Nice roid gut!” I was a little surprised to hear it was that big around but I didn’t want to admit I’d slightly miscalculated. “Shit, ain’t nothing to that… not when you got a 56 inch chest!” Ryan stood in front of the mirror and began to pose. “Check this out dude! You ever seen a V taper like this?!” The muscle stud was right; rarely do you see such upper body thickness narrow down to a tiny waist. The peaks on his biceps were incredible and wrapped with thick power cord like veins. The broad shoulders exaggerated his V shape even more and helped focus the eyes on his deeply cut abs. Ryan had become his fantasy bodybuilder with the physique of the top professionals of yesteryear. Then I stepped in front of him and did a side chest pose. My pecs exploded into two giant globes of mass, each crowned by two big nipples. My biceps looked like 10 lb bowling balls had been inserted in each arm. “Now this is what a fuckin mass monster’s supposed to look like!” We were both giddy like little boys on Christmas morning, having just received the greatest and most improbable gift possible. “You look awesome dude, just fuckin awesome!” Ryan noted, then reached over and patted my right pec. “You couldn’t be more packed with muscle man, these fuckers are gigantic!” He continued to move his hand down and rubbed my very thick rounded abs. “And you look great with a roid gut dude, it really fits your build… so powerful looking!” “You too man, your body is fuckin spectacular,” I returned his compliment. “You look just like Schwarzenegger in his prime... size and proportion!” He grinned and returned to the mirror’s reflection. Ryan worshipped “the Govenator”. “DUDE! We gotta go show off our new builds! Where should we go?” Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Fuck yeah man,” he exclaimed then rubbed his chin. “But we’ll need to go somewhere that they don’t know us so they won’t suspect we just blew up!” “Yeahhhhh..” I said slowly as I began to think of options. A gleam entered Ryan’s eyes. “HEY! How about that supplement store over on 6th? A lot of big boys hang out there!” “Yeah, dude, that’s perfect,” I agreed, and then looked at the clock on the wall. “And this should be a good time… late evening on a Wednesday. There should be a bunch of bodybuilders picking up their sups or just fartin around after a workout.” “Wait till they get a load of us!” The supplement store was in a non-descript shopping center on a main street in an suburb across town. There was a well known gym next door that had a reputation as a hard core gym where the real big boys worked out, including a couple of professionals. Ryan pulled his old Jeep into a space located in the middle of the parking lot. I couldn’t help but grin… knowing Ryan’s parking choice was so all of the shoppers would have the opportunity to see our massive muscles as we walked into the store; rather than having parked closer. We began our strut towards the business. Fortunately, the weather was perfect, an unusually cool evening so that our long sleeve shirts and long pants were appropriate. The stares from passer-by were evident nearly immediately. Men, women, children of all ages were mesmerized by the impressive musculature passing right before their eyes. “They can’t stop staring at us dude… they never seen guys blown up like us!” I noted, my grin growing wider. “Yeah, every guy here wants to be us!” I spot three skinny teenagers leaning up against the wall of the shopping center. As we get close, I make a point to bounce my massive pecs. “Hey girls what’s up?” I ask with the little insult. “You know they have these places called ‘gyms’ where you can actually grow a little muscle… ever heard of ‘em?” I laughed. “Or do your boyfriends like you skinny?” The guys all frown and one mutters something under his breath, but all three are too intimidated to respond out loud. “Funny dude!” Ryan says with a big grin as we continue pass. “A few more or our swaggering steps and we reach the glass front of the supplement store. My assumption is that anyone near the front of the store can now see us. I wink at Ryan and whisper, “They’re pissin in their pants already!” He laughs.Jaws drop and eyes widen when me and the other muscle hulk enter the store. My shoulders and are so wide I barely fit through the doorway; my back so thick and broad it blocks out a good portion of the sunlight. It’s as if a muscle eclipse has overtaken the store.Ryan and I quickly evaluate out audience. A short skinny teenager was standing at the counter apparently about to make a purchase. The guy behind the counter was very muscular, impressively filling out a tight black t-shirt. But he was only Ryan’s size and not quite as ripped lean; which also meant he didn’t have the thickness that I now possessed, albeit artificially.It was a little disappointing that only one other bodybuilder was in the store, but he was pretty impressive as well. A big tall guy, maybe about 30 years old, with a rounded off-season muscle gut was standing near a shelf full of weight gainer powders. “Hello ladies” I said, using my standard clever line. “How’s it going?” “It’s going good, big guy,” the man behind the counter stated. “Can I help you with something?”“Nah were just lookin around,” I replied and gestured towards Ryan. “As you can tell we sure as hell don’t need to get any more muscle, but we might find something here we could use!”Meanwhile , the skinny kid just stared at me with a shocked look on his face. “What’s a matter dude, never seen a real bodybuilder before?” I grinned, implying that the other two muscle men in the store weren’t ‘real’ bodybuilders.“You’re… you’re so huge! How’d you get like that dude? You’re a fuckin moose!”“I bust my ass in the gym every day little guy; that’s what it takes,” I answered, then continued. “..and supplements… the right supplements,” I added with a wink.“You mean these?” the kid pointed to the whey protein and Creatine he was purchasing.“Nah,” I said shaking my head. “Real food man, gotta eat like a horse , as much real food, protein, carbs as you can. And a little gear never hurt neither!” The employee grimaced knowing that I may be costing him a sale. The other bodybuilder finally spoke up.“Hey don’t tell this guy that kinda shit, of course you need protein supplements. Not everybody can eat as much as you big guy.” He seemed to gesture towards my rounded midsection.Ryan with his incredibly small waist and deep cut abs stepped forward. “I don’t know man,” he began, staring at the big bodybuilder, “Looks like you should back off the weight gainer protein shakes, dude, you’re look like you’re about seven months pregnant!”Ryan and I both laughed. “Hey fucker,” he sounded agitated as he addressed me, “Whachu laughin at? You look like you’ve swallowed a basketball! I just grinned. “I ain’t fat, just got a roid gut. Can’t get size like this with out putting on muscle everywhere!” With that comment, I flexed my enormous right bicep. The big bodybuilder did a noticeable double take then tried to act causal, but I knew he was very impressed. “So how big around is your arm, dude?” The skinny kid asked. I flexed again then relaxed. With a huge girn I replied, “Oh ‘bout 22 inches!” His eyes bulged. “DAMN you should be a pro dude.”“Yeah im workin towards it, just gotta dial it in for the contest man; it all in the timing.”“You ever compete buddy? I don’t recall you in a show around here lately,” the counter guy asked. “Nah, not around here. I’ve been focused on adding mass and now I’m ready for a big show. You can probably guess my idols are the monsters... that’s why I look so much like them.. you know the Ruhls and the Colemans and the Culters. Of course us mass guys cant get this shredded,” I added and pointed to Ryans midsection. “Check out those abs, you can grate cheese on em!”Ryan grinned and flexed his abs which were incredibly defined even under the tight shirt. “Now that’s the look I want,” the skinny guy said. “What’s your secret dude?” Ryan grinned wide. “Gotta do crunches and leg raises buddy, thousands of them. You just got to put the work into it to get abs like this,” he continued, then looked over at the other bodybuilder in the store. “And you got to be strict with your diet… no beer even on weekends.. no pizza.. no stopping at Micky D’s after your workouts…. Or you’ll look like this guy!” Ryan grinned as he pointed to the big bodybuilder with the bulging gut. The muscle man grunted but knew he didn’t have a good retort, not with the eye-popping sharpness of Ryans’ abs.The young man had been absorbing everything Ryan had said. Then he reached out towards my massive biceps. “Your arms are ginormous! Mind if I feel them?” I winked at the bodybuilders in the store. “Go ahead dude knock yourself out!” When I tensed my bicep, it looked like a balloon had rapidly inflated inside my arm. The seam at the bottom of the sleeve stretched to its limit to contain the over sized muscle. The skinny kid attempted to wrap his hands around the circumference of my arm. His eyes widened. “OHMYGOD, I… I can’t get my hands around your arms!” I just casually acknowledged his comment as if this happened all the time. It didn’t look like anyone else was about to enter the store, so I thought it was time for us to go. Looking at Ryan I stated, “Hey bro, we’d better get going… wanna get a good pump ‘for we head out tonight.” The two big bodybuilders raised their eyebrows but didn’t speak. We knew they just didn’t want to admit they were surprised that we were not pumped from a recent workout but were actually this big all the time. Ryan left first and then I followed. Again I paused in the doorway to make sure they noticed how broad my back was compared to the width of the exit. “See ya ladies!” I said just as I passed through. Ryan and I looked at each other and laughed as we strutted slowly down the sidewalk. “DUDE that was so… fuckin… awesome! The way that kid tried to hold your arm… your bicep is bigger that his whole head!” Ryan added as he grabed my arm. I couldn’t stop grinning. “Yeah and the big guy with the gut couldn’t believe your abs! He may say he gets ripped for a contest but he aint looking nothing like you bro!” I rubbed my hands over Ryans amazing abs that looked like he had a stack of bricks under his shirt. “Dude, we should so come back here tomorrow at a different time and see if we can run into some different guys… let them feast their eyes on our muscle studliness!Oh yeah definitely.. we’ll come back in the morning. We’ll just have to put the suits back on. “So what do you want to do now bro? Show off some more!”I smiled wide. “Dude, all this flexing is making me crazy hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.” I added, still grinning. “Wait’ll they get a load of us at Golden Corral!” in my youtube channel i have some motivation and some flexing videos:

- Chapter 3 - Meet The Devil in Me I'm looking forward to seeing Charles coming back every day. He would pull his shirt off his now-wider shoulders, almost immediately – like he couldn't bear the idea of wearing a shirt anymore. His beautiful back tapers down to his 25-inch waist, learnt the hard way, trying to borrow his jeans one day. He's lean, to begin with, so the definition of muscles are definitely more apparent. You can almost see every muscle bulges and moves under his skin, especially when he's removing his shirt. He turns to reveal a complete 360 view of his torso - he has pecs now! Followed closely with luscious symmetrical six-pack abs that are finer than all the other fitness models out there. Words were beyond me at that point. Day after day, I was fixated with the idea of jocking up my roommate more and more. It felt like there’s this craving inside of me, wanting to manipulate my perfect subject here. But, I felt equally bad as well, to actually subjecting my roommate to this, without his consent, let alone – awareness. One night, when he was at work, I was sitting in front of my computer and went through the subliminal script I hooked up in his room. I remember seeing exhibitionistic tendencies, extrovert, relax and ease at home on the initial portion of the script, then I realise I included muscle growth and adoption of new hobby like going to the gym. But, I can’t get myself to turn off the script. When I hear the keys clanking, which signals the return of my roommate. I took a deep breath and minimise everything on my desktop. It isn’t anything he would be able to make sense to, anyway. But, I guess I’m doing it out of subconsciously feeling bad about this. Like every other day, he plopped his bag on the side of the sofa and took his shirt off in a swift movement. I used to really enjoy this, but not today – not after this moral dilemma. It has definitely wears me down a little. He told me that he signed up for the local gym down the road. I smiled back at him, and excused myself to the washroom. Through the mirror, I barely even recognise myself anymore. I was so caught up in the process of jocking up my roommate and didn’t pay much attention to myself for a good two weeks or so. I would begin researching more into the hypnosis subject on the computer and resign to bed day after day. I would anticipate for my roommate’s return from work. And the morning after. I lost track of time, and most importantly myself. When I really look at myself in the mirror, a scream accidentally left my mouth – I was shocked at my own reflection. I was not wearing a shirt, so I could have a good look on my body. My body is looking great – like I’ve been working out for a year or so – despite the lack of exercise at home. But, something is definitely not right. This couldn’t be happening to me, as well. Did the sound system has some form of leakage? Charles must have heard me, and came over to check on me. I yelled back from behind the door, telling him I just saw a cockroach under the blinds. “Okay then, I thought something happened to you,” he replied and then went into his room. I fumbled towards my computer. I need to rectify this, immediately.

I think this is brilliant! I love the imagery and the references to other epics. I do not know the Icelandic saga your refer too, but I think I will have to read it. Hmmm maybe a modern Icelandic MG saga is in the cards? More MG literature and poetry!!! Tack Hialmar min van! (sorry no umlauts on my keyboard, How American of me!)

Great job, buddy! That was hot. I loved how Ivan grew and how he got more excited and confident and cocky as he got bigger and BIGGER. The dialogue toward the end was fantastic. I would love to read more. We never found out just how BIG Ivan was at the end, how tall he was and how much we weighed. I'm guessing that English isn't your native language. Even so I was able to follow the story very well. You might look into formatting the dialogue, such as using quotation marks " " instead of dashes for he speaking parts. Very hot!

Continuation of an old story, link here. https://archive.muscle-growth.org/threads/18655-p1.html Hope erinbbby will think this is cool ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ After 5 years, it's expected for a young adult to be in the middle of college, preparing to graduate in a year and looking for their careers in business or accounting. I was placed firmly on top of my dad's muscle gut. Let me explain: I'd lost my dad to Life+ and it drove every moment afterward to find him and take him out of their clutches. I already graduated early as veldictorian at the age of 20 a year ago and was quickly enrolled into the college to help research for gene therapy science. I wasn't particularly big or educated well in public speaking so I knew I'd never be able to infiltrate the company's replacement company, Health+. I knew that it was the same company, I wasn't fooled. For 5 years, I plotted my way of getting into the company and making it out with my dad. Honestly, I'd forgotten which part of my relationship with my dad fueled the drive to go through the struggle of fighting for a master's in practical gene science. It might have been my love for my dad as his loving, dependent son trying to shield himself from the world using his 9 foot dad as an excuse to stop worrying. The other part was constantly thinking about his big, hulking muscles, his commanding personality, and his intent and masculine glare. I jacked myself to sleep thinking of how much bigger they must be making him as an animal for their research. I used these parts of myself to push through college using financial aid awards and college loans. Working 3 jobs and selling everything from my old life, I crawled on my knees to the finish and was in the middle of my masters when I was contacted by a high profile lab, Health+, to work on a project they'd worked on. I knew there was no such thing as a company this expensive willing to hire an inexperienced master's student for their work but their excitement for my research was enough to feed me a course of delusion. They gave me a profession looking lab coat and a contract for a large sum of money, I couldn't ask for much more. I practically was given a card giving me full access to the facility but the strangest thing was my meeting with the company owner. His name was Ted Bollocks, a broad man with a strong looking face wearing a tight suit that clung to his beefy arms. Seeing someone with such intense dark features was very unsettling. His big bushy black eyebrows just flashed at me as he almost seemed to be stressing a smile. He wanted me to go to one of the deeper parts of one of his biggest facilities, Unity 007, and meet the team. A complete lie. I was escorted to the deepest part of the facility, left alone. I clenched my fists as I stood before a hulking steel door, noticing the gashes and bends in the door that seemed to be made by something impossibly big and large; potentially, a machine of some considerable size having malfunctioned. When the door opened, a wave of light blinded me when I heard a familiar voice vibrating through and rattling the ground. " There you are, boy." ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 24 hours later, I found myself on top of a hulking butt the size of a king sized mattress, the two hulking globes below me and shivering from impact. Anyone who followed my life story and knew about the theme of irony would believe this to be my dad's now gigantic ass, 25 feet tall and so big that you could hide a car in his gut. That would underestimate how ironic life can be as my dad's hulking, superhuman gut hovered above me as he split this comparatively small giant's ass with his thick and veiny cock the size of an SUV. "Climb his back, son, I can't see you down there past my gut!" bellowed a giant from above the mountainous gut and pecs. I climbed as best I could and climbed up the bulging mountains that were the smaller giant's back. I knew he barely felt me and I thought that only made him terrified of me as any wrong move could crush me between two rolling mountainous muscles, something that would possibly cause my dad to crush his spine in rage. I looked up again and just barely saw my dad over big pecs, his big and wide face looking down at me over his big and grinning with his sparkling green eyes. It was hard to see the old dad in that look but it was all I could do to stay true to my goal. My father had generally become nothing short of a god in 5 years. I learned later that, without me, his growth had gotten significantly slower since he'd been taken but he still grew to a 70 foot tall giant without much help from the company other than supplied food, a bed to sleep in, and a several other men to satiate my dad's devstating libido. They tried to keep he men growing with him but even slowed, they couldn't keep up with him and many were bruised from his 15 foot cock spreading them open. As dad climaxed, I shortly coming behind, it was clear he'd ensnared the company and I along with it. The smaller giants were big but much nicer than dad. Their names were Buddy, Jeff, and Michael. All men who were forced to outgrow their old lives to support their new benefactor. Dad's aggressive nature flowed throughout Life+ and many things came under his control under the guise of his figurehead company owner, Ted. The three giants were the ones amongst the science department willing and able to drop everything to support dad's needs. Buddy said he was sad he wouldn't get to sleep around the way he used to but he got to enjoy terrorizing his homophobic parents as his head eventually grew through their ceiling. Jeff had lived alone and was surviving off his drug addiction and his low paying research studies and enjoyed it when he crushed his work desk trying to climb out of his office chair and his powerful thick knees split it in half. Michael was probably the happiest having gotten to turn his abusive boyfriend into a mewling sex doll before he eventually outrgrew their shared apartment and lived with dad. Each one had devoted themselves to making the science department's job less of a nightmare trying to doctor and experiment on dad's genetics to find a way to develop his genetics into a more useable cure as was intended. Dad just wanted to grow and fuck at this point. Having come from the edge of old age and growin so large, he commanded a room with a footfall and bent over anyone who dared question his demands. His hairy and thick legs were the beacons to signal he was moving from sector to sector so he could play with anything in Facility 006. Dad never let me touch the ground, having perched me atop his belly button. He treated me like how I fantasized he would treat me. Being in his presence was like having the sun looking directly at you. Still, he kissed me good night with lips the size of cars and let me hang on his bicep like a lion cub perched on a moutain edge. That's the only way my dad's body could really be classified now: a mountain. It was a week before I figured out why he'd warped so much of the company just to lure me in. In a week, they measured dad for his next check up. 106 feet tall. They predicted he'd be 94 feet tall. Apparently, something was stimulating dad's growth again. I knew it when he stood above me and had me between his legs like the world was his throne. I knew when I slept on his belly at night. As the toher giants screams got louder from dad's cock stretching them further than ever before. I kept silent though, as dad most likely wanted me to. Looking at his eyes when the scientists debated and argued over the cause, dad lowered his thick finger and rubbed my back, the grooves felt through my shirt. "Good boy" he said. After we met with the dcotors, he set me on top of a perch that met his cock in height. "Son, I'm growing big starting now. You can't stop it. The doctors cant stop it." He bent over, his hands pressed to his knees and still towered over me yet I could see his big face filling my vision like a billboard. "They'll pay for ruining our lives. They've given me more power than they can control. They've given me back my son but that's not enough. I'll make them beg for forgiveness." From then, Dad fucked and lifted the many tons worth of weight they gave him like there was no tomrrow. They tried to take those away to slow his growth but they knew he'd never let them after he sent back the last machine strong enough to lift the weight in a crumble of steel. He was too powerful to deny and got even more powerful over the weeks. Like when we were huddled in that little apartment, he grew into his surroundings like water in a container. When I slept, I felt his body shake the ground when he snored. His head grew beside me when he let me sleep on his traps. His body re-proportioned itself into something even less human as his biceps, already bigger than I am, slowly grew to the size of his smaller fucktoys' guts. His gut bulged overhead like a blimp when let me sit on the ground between his legs. Sometimes, he liked it when I sat in his tight though like a kangaroo cub and I felt the cock stretch the fabric more than planned, securing me in place between his balls that were the size of parade floats. Week 2, his body had surged to 134 feet tall. He could reach upward and touch the ceilings of any part of the facility made to hold him. His arms were longer too, as if his body knew he was getting too big to reach around his growing gut. He would stop between chomping pounds of raw meat and looked over at me with determined eyes of a monster, something that both terrified me and aroused me. Sitting perched on one of his subordinate giants while he moved around the room was quite a sight as his big genitals swung like construction equipment. His ass bounced with the meaty bulk that hypnotized me the way the were above like forbidden fruit made for the gods. It grew faster than the rest of him and probably accounted for most of the spikes in weight gain. They struggled to measure his weight as he broke 2000 tons. By week 3, Dad's head was dangerously close to every ceiling. He'd already long ago lost any hope of entering a building but now there was a lot of belief that, at 296 feet, he could definitely sit on many of them if they could support his 20 thousand tons worth of weight. Sleeping on his belly now was like going to bed on a tough, slowly rising elevator. I could feel dad grow in his sleep now and it made cum and remain constantly hard. I'd forgotten my old life of struggle now that dad had almost literally become my entire world. He said he most enjoyed placing me on his head and having me struggle in his hair as I fought individual strands just to see. His mane of salt and paper hair was stronger and thicker than I, proven when I got tangled in a single strand a few times. I was amazed dad even registered my existence at this size as he swelled bigger and bigger. The giants that were once comparable to his size were as small to him now as I was when we'd reunited. The only way they could fulfill their purpose was by helping feed him or climbing his cock and worshipping it regardless of how it hulked and stretched upward even compared to 30 foot giants. Dad loved the disparity and I think that partially explained why he no longer went soft when around us. By week 4, Dad no longer fit in any hangar or warehouse and any attempt to move him to a different facility would have to be self employed as he towered over the puny people like the 647 foot giant that he was. I was now a speck that he let play on his body when he lied around and it was daunting as he stretched and snored in his daydreams. He now constantly either slept, ate, or worked out and had his miniature servants worship him in any and all situations. He would burst in a roar of pleasure and use the momentum to finish a set in the same minute. The press had a field day as Dad believed he'd outgrown the facility and decided to simply leave the base they placed him at and walk through the city. He hadn't had a proper fuck in weeks and he couldnt help but take me wih him on a journey before he became too big to really handle me with as much care. He looked down and his large eyes narrowed on me. I looked up and understood with the look in his eye that I might lose my dad again to Life+. The only difference was that instead of him never being around, he would always be around, growing. His big grin was both excited and sad. "Son, I'm going to fill the sky very soon. When I do, I wont be able to talk to you and love you like your father should." I got a little teary as I listened to him through covered ears. His voice caused quakes in the earth that coupled with his footsteps to knock buildings several stories tall down like dominoes. "I want to see your proud look one last time as a I revel in my power like a god." "Of course, dad" I shouted up to him. I saw his eyes glitter a little. His warm sigh washed over me as I lay perched in his chest hair. I wondered if the trio of servants hanging on his crotch hair below were jealous. Buildings between his legs shivered as they felt their doom was near. Never in my life did I expect to look up to my dad the way I did now. No one alive could say their dad was a true god except me. Hearing the city buckle around him was awe inducing. "You took care of me when I was such a horrible father to you" he bellowed, tears streaming down to his thick, white beard. "Society was putting me in a box that stayed the same while I grew and you were always there, feeding me, keeping me clothed, cleaning me. You were the biggest piece that helped me grow and grow and grow." I felt dad's chest fluff even bigger as he seemed to fill with pride and strength. I stood on a lone pectoral that was as hard as the hardest steel boulder. His big green eyes were planetary in the way they pulled my absolute attention and humility. I heard the earth groan as I felt a vibration through my dad like an earthquake. I looked around to see the reflection in a skyscraper, now far closer than before. "Those tiny giants never satisfied me the way seeing that look of pure kindness and respect from you. It's what I see before I cover those sex toys with my cum. They'll never grow fast enough to grow into the place in my heart that you fill." I heard deep voiced roars in sexual pleasure far below and screams of high pitched voices in the further distance. "Can you hear them playing on my cock as it enters this flimsy building? It's like shoving my dick in butter." I heard crumbling along with the spinning of blades as I saw helicopters viewing the spectacle. How were they going to get this on television? That didnt really matter as I felt my cock stab into my shorts. Dad closed his eyes as he seemed to be experiencing the ultimate pleasure. He grunted and made my ears hurt with each sound as he made architecture his bitch. I reached into my shorts and pulled myself out, my cock hard for the muscle daddy getting himself off around me. Muscles clenched and bounced around me. His traps and pecs jumped with every thrust. His mouth was open and he breathed raggedly as he felt the friction from the hole his dick created. "I wish I could explain to you how great it feels to be this big. To feel my cock run through this building like a weapon. I can feel cool air on the other end. I want you to share this feeling with me, son. I want you to feel what's like to feel your thighs collide with a building and have that building bend and twist as you fuck it to pieces. It's AMAZING!" Dad's last words raised into a roar of power that made my ears ring. I felt his quake and heard more damage spread. His demonstration sent me into a frenzy as I reached closer into climax. "I'm going to fuck everything to pieces! Watch me, boy! I'm going to grow and fuck and grow and FUCK AND GROW AND FUCK!!!" Felt his body swell a little bigger as his iron gut finally broke the skyscraper, the building shattering like glass. I was cumming too hard to see as it went below my view on dad's pecs. He was ready to take it all. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ After that was a bit of a blur. Dad grew faster than logically possible as he walked to where he was told the food supply for the Life+ facility was and ate it all in one fell swoop. His body grew and grew and his muscles became more impossible as Dad let lie in his pecs like a dutiful sun. I watched between the jungle that was his chest hair as he no longer found pleasure in fucking buildings and turned to ripping apart the world. Cities tried to retaliate with their tanks and their guns but it seemed almost as if force fed him further. He ate their muscles that were supposed to blow him up and his body took it as fuel to grow harder. 800 feet became 1600 became 20,000. Dad's growth caused many cities to shrivel and crumble before he even made contact. He took to eating trees and drinking lakes. I imagined the sight of him fucking mountains was real network television. A giant growing into a bigger giant as he turns earth into a playground. I assumed Dad kept me on his chest because he could no longer see mortals as small as me and wanted me safe. I questioned that, though. There were moments when he fought the army after destroying more Life+ bases. When a weapon was fired, he would always evade using his chest as the shield, slapping the projectile away or using his back. I could feel his eyes on me when he looked down, almost as if his massive eyes had hyper sight. As he grew, I also noticed I could still see him. With hair as tall as skyscrapers, I could still make out those big green eyes glowing in the sun's light. He was still so handsome and so caring. When the final army failed to defeat him and he had destroyed every base in America, he turned and entered the ocean, now only ankle high as his height could no longer be viewed in anything other than miles. He consumed whales like cracker crumbs when he was bored walking. When he spotted a remote island, he simply scooped it up on hand and dropped it into his bearded mouth. It was days before I could make out anything but dad's face, his hair, and the sky. I gasped as I saw a giant hidden behind the chest hair of my own giant. "Buddy? How did you get here?!" "I climbed your dad's stomach. He's gotten so massive, you cant believe. I've been looking everywhere for you." "Me? Why?" Buddy removed a massive green military backpack he had off his now musclebound back and pulled back the flap to reveal a syringe. "Your dad wanted the top scientists in Life+ to work on a secondary serum in secret. It'll help you catch up to your dad way more quickly than us." "WHAT? But wont I outgrow you too quickly then? You're already 60 feet tall!" Buddy just grinned. "The other two are waiting in your dad's belly button, fucking each other trying to be ready for when you find them." Buddy flipped onto his hands and knees and presented himself to me, his massive, round and powerful ass cheeks high above me like a bronze podium. "He expects you in one week." -END-

Chapter 3 - Meeting Mitch The first step of my plan was to find a new gym. I did a lot of research and discovered a secluded, hardcore gym not far from my house. In the past, I would have been too intimidated to join a place like that but I was no longer afraid. I walked through the front door was a pleasantly surprised. What it lacked in visual appeal, it made up for in equipment. The small, dark room was filled with every piece of gym equipment imaginable. I did a quick walk through with the kid at the front desk and signed up on the spot. I then proceeded to change into my workout gear and started to workout. The moment I picked up my first weight and felt the blood rushing into my muscles I felt content. Within minutes I was doing dumbbell curls with 40lbs - my usual max. I racked the weights and hoisted the 50lbs and started to curl. To my surprise, I was able to perform 8 perfect reps before placing them back on the rack. Maybe it was my newfound determination or my new surrounds but I did something I never did at my old gym; I raised by pumped arms and hit a double bicep pose in the mirror. A smile crept across my face as my 18” biceps rose to form impressive peaks. Not wanting to loose my pump, I grabbed the 50lbs again and started to crank out more reps. When I hit 5 my arms were burning from the intense pump. At 7 I could barely move the weight. I struggled to replace the weights on the rack when I heard someone approach from behind. “Don’t worry about racking those weights. Just let the fuckers drop.” I turned to face a grey-haired man sporting a full, thick beard. “Ugh” was my response. “I can see you’re getting a good workout in. Not sure where you worked out before but here we don’t care about keeping the place tidy. When you’re chasing a pump, just let the metal fall. You can clean up later.” “Oh. thanks” I said and looked the man over. He was my height and although clearly older, his body appeared to be much wider than one would normally expect. He wore a overly baggy hoodie and equally baggy sweat pants. Extending his hand he said “Names Mitch. Welcome to my gym.” I was instantly aware at the massive size of Mitch’s hand. I glanced down to see it engulf mine. His grip was staggering as he pumped my hand twice before releasing it. “Andy” I replied. “Nice to meet you Mitch.” “Likewise. What do you think about the place so far?” “It’s great. This is my first exercise but so far so good” I replied. “Good to hear. I’ll let you get back to your workout. If you need anything, my office is right back there in the corner.” Mitch said and nodded to the back corner. “Thanks Mitch, will do.” I said and walked towards the cable to work my triceps. As I adjusted the pin I watched Mitch walk away. I couldn’t help but notice that he moved extremely slow. I chalked his slow amble up to his age and refocused my attention to the task at hand - working out. As my workout resumed I was once again consumed with achieving the most intense pump of my life. With every rep I closed my eyes and focused all the effort of flexing each muscle to its max. Every now and then, Bruce’s inhumanly massive body would flash in my mind and each time it did, I added additional reps to my lifts. I was so focused on my workout I failed to notice Mitch approaching. I slammed the loaded barbell down and turned see the old man just a foot away. I couldn’t help but stumble backwards at the sight. Mitch had removed his oversized sweater and was now standing shirtless next to me. Never would I have expected a man of his age to be so massive. “Sorry, kind of snuck up on you Andy. Looks like you are having a pretty great workout.” Mitch said. I was still too shocked to respond. The guy was an absolute monster! If Bruce was massive, Mitch was an entirely new category. My eyes darted across his bloated mass, thick veins and perfectly smooth (albeit pale) skin. “Didn’t expect an old guy like me to be this huge eh?” Mitch said, clearly used to this reaction. “FUCK” was all I could muster. Mitch chuckled “I like that reaction Andy” he said and with no noticeable movement, flexed his inhumanly pecs. his six inch deep cleavage deeper to what had to be over 12 inches. His upper pecs were so huge, his chin was pressed up a few inches to accommodate their bulk. “H-H-How?” I muttered. “How did a 58 year old man get this big?” “Well for starters, I work out for at least five hours a day. Owning my gym certainly allows for long workouts” He said as he playfully rotated his relatively tiny wrist causing his forearm to swell. Every movement caused thick cords of muscle to pulse and flex. Veins so insanely thick rose to surface as he momentarily got lost in the moment. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes” he said and smiled. “When I’m not lifting, I’m gorging on food and guzzling gallons of protein. But of course it’s the cocktail of some seriously powerful steroids that help me grow this massive.” Mitch said nonchalantly. I was still too stunned to react. Every inch of Mitch’s exposed upper body defied all sense of reality. No one should be this massive, this ripped. As if sensing my thoughts, Mitch took a step back, untied his loose fitting sweat pants and let them drop to the floor. I audibly gasped and stumbled backwards at the sight. “Yup, happens every time I expose these quads.” He said and slowly rotated his gargantuan left quad. An obscene network of veins instantly erupted across the pale skin. When Mitch flexed I swear I could hear the massive muscles move. Deep cuts and overdeveloped muscle groups leapt into action, transforming his already massive quad into something altogether inhuman. The massive older man was clearly enjoying himself because he closed his eyes for a moment and let out a soft, low growl. Then he reached down and ran his hand over the cobbled surface of his flex leg. “How-w-w big?” I managed to ask. “38 inches the last time I measured” he said. I could only let out a whimper. “Pretty fucking massive aren’t they? Bet you never expected an old man like me to have a body this massive.” “I-I’ve never seen anything so massive!” “Fucking right you haven’t. There is no one as big as me Andy.” Mitch replied with a smile. It was at that moment I was finally able to focus on his face long enough to realize how good looking he was. Full lips, thick jaw and sparkling blue eyes. “Looks like you are enjoying this as much as I am.” Mitch said glancing at the growing tent in the front of my shorts. Terror consumed me as I thought back to my humiliation at he hands of Bruce. I instantly covered my growing crotch and turned to leave but suddenly felt Mitch’s powerful hand on my shoulder. “Andy, don’t worry kid. Look.” I slowly tuned to see that Mitch’s briefs were stretched to their limits. I was intently aware that he was massive all over. “Stay here” Mitch said and walked towards the front door. I hadn’t noticed that the gym was completely empty. Mitch locked the front door and closed the shades before coming back towards me. As the behemoth of a man moved closer I was awestruck by his sheer mass. Each slow step caused waves of muscle to ripple across his pale, perfectly smooth skin. Even his overdeveloped traps seemed to sway with each step. He spoke as he got closer. “I could tell you had a thing for muscle when I first say you Andy. I’ve learn over time to spot the men that aren’t just trying to get bigger but those that admire muscle on other men. I could also tell that you joined this gym for other reasons, reasons I’m not asking you to tell me today but as I watched you workout, I could see you were more driven than most professional bodybuilders I’ve meet in my life. Tell me Andy, am I right?” Again I was speechless. How did Mitch know? I nodded my head and involuntarily felt my eyes well up and suddenly I started to cry. Instantly I felt the largest arms I’ve even laid eyes on wrap around me. I placed my hands around Mitch’s swollen back and couldn’t come close to surrounding his stunning width. I suddenly felt so safe that I started to blurt out what had happened to me but Mitch stopped me. “Andy, no. I don’t care what brought you here. You can tell me in time. What I want you to tell me is the REAL reason you are here.” “What do yo mean?” I asked. “Tell me why you’re here.” I looked confused and said “I needed a new gym.” “No. Tell me what you want Andy.” Still confused I looked deep into Mitch beautiful eyes. “I want to get huge.” I said. Mitch smiled. “…and?” “Not huge, I want to be massive; like you. NO, not like you. I want to be bigger than you Mitch. I want to get so fucking massive that you can’t look at me without gaging. I want to crack the fucking floor when I walk. I want to be so thick that turning sideways STILL isn’t enough to fit through normal doors. I want to be so powerful that every metal plate in the room isn’t enough for me to do curls with.” I was shaking as I continued to unload. “I want the top pros to fear me. I want people to run scared at the sight of massive body.” Mitch had a tears running down his face when I finished. And to my shock and delight, he stepped closer, placed one meaty hand around my neck and kissed me hard. I was too amped up to act surprised. I opened my mouth wide as his muscular tongue slide inside my mouth. We stood there for close to five minutes kissing before Mitch stepped back. “I’m going to make all those dreams come true Andy” Mitch said. “What?” I exclaimed. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to meet someone like you? It’s a lonely life being a massive freak like me. Sure, guys say they like big guys but they can never handle REAL size. They see my obsession to grow as a sickness, selfish and unhealthy. They may stick around for a few days, even a week but eventually they run scared when they start to realize what I really am. But you’re different. I sensed it the moment I saw you and you’ve just confirmed that you are the same as me. Let me ask you a question; does this disgust you?” It took me a moment to respond. “Disgust? Never. Mitch, you are the most incredible specimen I’ve ever laid eyes on. Hell; I never imagined someone as huge as you could even exist.” Suddenly I felt no intimidation being so close to such a mountain. I stepped close to Mitch and pulled his head towards mine and started kissing him. Even I was shocked by this sudden display of confidence. I ran my hand over Mitch’s obscenely massive trap and felt the muscles twitch. I let out a moan and let my other hand travel down his bloated arms. I was instantly aware of how small my hand felt as it traced the deep ridges of his un-flexed tricep. Mitch moaned with pleasure and placed his hands around my waist. With minimal effort, he hoisted me off the ground. “Let’s take this to my apartment upstairs” he whispered in my ear and started to carry me towards the back of the gym. What happened next was the most incredible night of life. Mitch warned me that I wouldn’t be able to keep up for long but that in time, I would have no problem keeping up with him. Mitch’s obsession with muscle extended into the bedroom as well. We shedded our clothes within seconds. I was once again in awe of Mitch’s monstrously naked form and to my delight, he was aroused by my much smaller frame. He stood over me on the bed and licked his lips. “Fuck, I can’t wait to watch you grow Andy.” Hearing this made pre-cum start to drip out of my rock-hard cock. Mitch stopped me and stepped closed “cum on this.” he said and raised his right arm and flexed. Inches from my face the most incredible bicep leap to unfathomable proportions. As if sensing my surprise Mitch straightened and re-flexed the massive muscle. “I want you to cum on this 26 inch massive arm. Show me what all this muscle does to you.” He said and flexed harder. I was speechless at the sight. Heat radiated from it’s smooth surface as veins thicker than my fingers rose to the surface. In less than a minute I was spaying it with what seemed like a gallon of cum. Both Mitch and I groaned with pleasure. “Fuck me” I screamed as the behemoth stood over me again. Without hesitation the massive man grabbed hold of my legs and pulled me close. I screamed again as his 10” cock penetrated me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy but heard Mitch command me to open them and watch. I looked up to see what I can only described as a transformation. Mitch’s already pumped body expanded before my eyes. His already outrageously huge body swelled to what appeared to be twice it’s size. His once garden hose sized veins thickened. I swear I could see blood being pumped to his extremities. From my vantage point, his ruggedly handsome face was now obscured by his heaving pecs. Deep striations twitched and expanded across their surface as he started to pump his hard cock into my ass. Where there was once light from behind him was suddenly blocked out by his flared lats. As if watching my gaze, he showed me I was wrong. He wasn’t flexing. With a primal growl the monster of a man started to spread his inexplicably wide back. His arms had to let go of my quads as they were forced well past 90 degrees. I tensed as he continued to expand past what I had thought was possible. As if knowing I was close to my second organism, Mitch lifted his gargantuan arms and hit a double bicep pose. I felt his cock get even harder and without even touching me, his muscled cock lifted me a few inches off the bed. It was at that moment we both came. Me all over his cobbled abs and he inside my ass. He filled me with so much cum I could hear it splashing on the floor. He pulled out and I nearly collapsed then and there. Sensing I was almost at my limit, the massive man scooped me off the bed and started to kiss me with intensely. “Your turn” was all he said as he placed me on the floor and bend his body over the bed. It took me a moment to realize he wanted me to fuck him. I shook my head and refocused. I let out a moan as I looked down to see his slab-like glutes stating to swell. Like the rest of his overly-developed body, Mitch’s glutes were larger than anything I could imagine. They were also incredible well defined. Deep striations covered their every inch and with a level of muscle control I never knew existed, he spread them wide with just a flex. My respectable 8” cock was dwarfed by the size of his ass but he still let out a roar as I slid inside him. I placed my hands on their smooth surface and had to bite my limp as waves of flexed muscles pulsed under my grip. My eyes settled on what most mortals would consider a back, but on Mitch, it looked like the surface of the moon. Deep craters covered every inch. The level of development and separation was mind-blowing. If his lats looked huge from the front, the up-close rear view was almost too much for me to handle. With each tiny movement new muscle tensed into view. As if unable to control himself, Mitch start to swell and flex for me. I ran my hands of the rock-hard surface of his back. Never had I felt skin so smooth and muscle so hard. I tried to squeeze his lower back only to realize I couldn’t dent it. Mitch flexed each muscle I touched, causing it to bulge and twitch on command. I managed to trust my cock a half a dozen times before I was once again cumming a full load. I pulled out and stumbled backwards. With staggering quickness, Mitch spun around and caught me before I collapsed completely. The last thing I remember before passing out were Mitch’s arms engulfing my whole body and his rock hard cock leaking hot cum down my leg. --- I woke up hours later. I could feel the heat of Mitch’s sleeping body next to me. It took me a few moments to realize that what had happened wasn’t in fact, a dream. It must have still been early because the apartment was bright. I looked at Mitch’s face and noticed that he was subtlety smiling as he continued to sleep. I gazed over his massive body and once again felt my cock stir at the sight. I forced myself to look away and looked around the apartment. Like the gym downstairs, it looked like a converted warehouse. Exposed brick walls, thick timber beams and concrete floors made the whole place feel very industrial. I carefully crawled out of bed and started to wander around. The entire apartment was one huge open space. I instantly noticed that the entire home was dedicated to one thing, muscle. The walls were sparse but what “art” was hung were torn out pages from various bodybuilding magazines. Some were recipes, and workouts while the majority were pictures of the top pros. Before today, seeing pictures like these would have made me hard but a quick glance in Mitch’s direction only confirmed that they didn’t hold a candle to his size. The kitchen was on the other side of the room. It was large and contained top-of-the-line appliances. The stove alone looked to have come from a restaurant, capable of cooking large amounts of food at once. Near the kitchen was a wall of metal shelves. They were loaded with countless bottles and container of expensive supplements. I didn’t recognize most of the brand names but assumed they were the best of the best. One shelf was full of small vials of a green liquid. I picked one up and almost dropped it when Mitch spoke. “You found my secret serum”. I spun around to see Mitch smiling. He pulled the sheets down and patted the bed beside him. Without hesitation, I returned to bed. The massive man leaned in and kissed me. At that moment, I never thought I would ever feel that happy and safe. I nestled closer to Mitch and lightly caressed his massive body. I emitted quiet moans as I felt his different muscles bulge and twitch. “Tell me how you got so fucking massive” I asked. “That a long story that I’ll tell in time. All you have to know for now is that I’m 58 years old, 5’10” and weighed myself this morning at 365lbs.” I moaned again hearing that number. “Pretty fucking impressive isn’t it? Well, I’m not done growing yet Andy; and with your help, I may never stop. But first things first” he said and slid out of bed. I swear I heard the concrete floor crack as he made his way across the room. I watched in awe as his muscles flexed to accommodate his movements. He puttered around the kitchen for a few minuted before returning with two huge glasses of a milky white liquid. “Drink” he said and handed me a glass. I assumed it was a protein shake but it tasted much better than any I have ever tasted. “Protein mainly with some additional enhancements.” He said as he drank his down in a single gulp. I took a large swig “mmmm, it’s good.” “Glad you like it because that’s going to be a regular drink for you. Today we start really growing that body.” Mitch said with a smile. “Fuck yeah!” was all i could say. Mitch’s big hand reached under the sheets and grabbed by throbbing cock. “Feels like you are excited to grow. That’s good” Mitch said as he started to slowly stroke. “But you’ll need more than a protein shake” he said and reached over the side table and produced a needle filled with the same green liquid I saw in the vials. Sensing me tense Mitch asked “Have you never juiced?” “N-no.” I replied and looked embarrassed. “Don’t worry Andy. You’re in the best hands now. In this syringe is the same powerful mixture that has created this body” he said and bounced his pecs so quickly, the bed shook. I looked Mitch in the eyes, leaned in and kissed him. Then I turned over and lowered the sheet past my exposed ass. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly; well, except for your dick in my ass.” I said. Mitch chuckled and injected the green liquid into my left ass cheek. I flinched but instantly felt calm again. A moment later I felt the first wave of what I can only explain as euphoria as the intensely strong chemicals flooded into my blood stream. I rolled over onto my back to find Mitch waiting to accept my throbbing cock in his mouth. As a second wave hit me, my eyes rolled back in my head and I shot a huge load of cum into Mitch’s mouth. He drank every drop before rolled away and wiping his mouth. “Happens every time. That was the first time I got to taste an after-dose cum. Damned if that’s not the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I mumbled something as the third wave hit and I passed out. Before I was completely unconscious I heard Mitch whisper “Get some rest, you’ll need it.”

Just a little visual to tide us over while we wait for the next installment... I saw this on tumblr and immediately thought of this story. <g>

So its kinda long and its my first attempt so please be kind but truthful on your constructive criticism. Part 2 will depend on your comments. The wall was cold on my back and legs and moving my arms or legs impossible, the steel still warm. My feet over 5 feet off the ground. I wasn’t going anywhere till he came back. Let me stop here and go back to the beginning of meeting Jeff, my college roommate or should I say, my tower of power. It was my move-in day, first day I met Jeff. Second year at college, still in dorm room not too interested in frat life, so stuck in the dorms again. I have a sea-bag full clothes and two boxes of stuff and only 5 more in the car. Best thing that happened so far is that the dorm room is on the first floor but the building was being renovated so everyone elected not to move in. I would be in a room by myself, yeah me! So everything out of the car, unpacking it all and have things all over the place. The college gym has a climbing wall that I really wanted to get to. So I found my brand new full-body climbing harness and slipped it on and head out to the gym. BAM...and on my butt. “Who put something in front of my door?” Shaking my head to get my senses back and I hear a baritone laugh, “Sorry little man, need to watch where you're going.” I look up and I see a mountain of a man; well over 6 foot and big as the door frame. I slowly stand and find out that he is a good two feet taller than my 5’1. “Can I help you?” He looks down and laughs again, “this is my room,” he replies. “I don't think so I’m in this room by myself.” “Not anymore” as he starts walking, pushing me back into my room. He drops his boxes and looks around the room. “Dude I’m telling you, this is a solo room. I was told by housing that I would be by myself as there are plenty of rooms left over.” He looks at me and just smiles. “Well then you need to find a new room, cause this is mine.” He walks right up to me and stands there. Now, let me tell you what I am looking at. He is, like I said, a good two feet taller than me as my eyes are at the bottom of his pecs. He is wearing blue jeans that look like they are painted on and his thighs are about as wide as my chest. His chest is about two of me standing side by side. Wide shoulders that look like bowling balls supporting arms that look like two sides of beef, they have to be about 23” unflexed just hanging there. He is wearing a gray t-shirt that is so tight it looks like a second skin, and his pecs about to bust through. Huge hands that could probably palm my head with ease. High and tight military style hair cut with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I will repeat, a mountain of power. He smiles again, “We could be roommates if you don’t mind having me working out a lot and sometimes helping me with my workout.” “Um, well, I guess I could, it’s a fairly large room. Maybe we can take the metal framed bunk beds apart and I could live on one side and you on the other?” He looks at me and smiles then moves over to the bunk beds, slips both arms under the top bunk and just lifts it right off and carries it to the other side of the room like it weighs nothing and sets it down. “Wow, you lifted that with ease.” I say. “That wasn’t even close to what I normally curl with both arms” he says, laughing. “But, but that weighs over 100 pounds at least?” I ask hesitatingly. “Yeah, guarantee it weighs more than you, huh? What do you weigh, little man?” “Me? I, um, well I weigh 120lbs.” He throws his head back and starts laughing loud, “Yeah that bed weighs like two of you and it was easy. I usually start curling at 200 for a warm-up and usually end around 320. Shooting for 350 by end of year.” “No freakin way dude, you can’t be serious, curling 350 with both arms? Damn dude. What the heck do you bench?” “Benching close to half a ton” he replied with a huge smile. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I mean you’re huge and all but never met a guy that could lift that much. How the hell am I supposed to help you with a workout?” He then steps in front of me again, smiling, and runs his fingers up and down my harness, “What’s this for?” “I was heading over to the gym for rock climbing, it’s my harness, so I don’t fall. I just bought it because my old one wasn’t as sturdy. Why?” “Well you said you weigh a buck 20 right? I can show you how you will help me with my work-out if you don’t mind? Then again you’ll help me even if you don’t want too.” Smiling again he wraps his huge fingers around my side straps at my pecs, and winks and slowly I feel the straps getting tight around my groin. I look at his arms and they are twitching but not really straining. The next thing I feel is that my heels are leaving the ground. I grab his wrists which are so big my hands can’t get around them. My upward motion stops as only my heels have left the ground, and he just smiles. “Hey, what the hell?? What are you doing? Holy shit you’re just holding me here. Put me down.” “Dude you are so light. What am I doing? Anything I want and you’re going along for the ride” he says still smiling and not a strain or show that its hard holding me. “Dude how long can you hold me here?” I ask half scared. “Well part of my military training was to hold 200lbs at half curl for at least five minutes, but I set a record holding it for a good 30 minutes, without the slightest tremor in my arms. My arms finally gave out after about an hour and 20 minutes. So, how long can I hold your measly buck 20? Not sure. But it won’t matter, watch.” He just stares into my eyes and without me feeling much, I look down and now I am on just my toes, almost up like a ballerina but most of my toes still touch the floor, then I stop just like before. “Stop this right now! Put me down! You can’t do this. Holy crap what do you think you are Hercules? Put me down!” I start squirming around and hitting his forearms, which feel like I am hitting steel beams and they don’t move at all, no matter how hard I try, I don’t move at all, not even an inch. He watches me squirm, and just starts laughing at each attempt to get down. His laugh almost mechanical and with total control. My eyes now set at his mid-pec level and I can see them shaking as he laughs. I grab his wrists again trying to come to realization that I’m not going to fall. As I hold his wrists and feel the cords moving. I look back at his face and he knows that I know I’m not going anywhere for a while and he smirks. “Ok, now I think you’re starting to understand what’s going on here,” he says with a shitty ass grin. “Now, let’s see if we can get you a little higher so we can look eye to eye.” “No, you can’t, stop, put me down, are you serious?” All my statements met with a glare and smirk. He looks down at my feet and I follow his gaze. Only to see light under my feet as I slowly, and I mean really slowly am taken off the ground. He continues to curl me up and up so that when I look up, I am face to face with this mountain of muscle and power. I have just been curled for one full rep and it took like 20 minutes. My motion comes to an abrupt stop. “You need to understand little man that I am in charge, not you. I tell you what to do, you can’t tell me what to do. You have no power here at all. I can hold you here for twice what I did with the 200lbs.” I wiggle my feet back and forth trying to come to grips that I really am in the air, with two of the biggest arms I’ve ever seen holding me with ease. He starts walking around the room looking at my stuff and sliding it with his feet, while I’m just hanging there. Once all my boxes and stuff are over near the bunk he moved, he goes back to the middle of the room where we started. “Alright little man, let me try to get a pump with your little body.” He slowly uncurls his arms till my feet are about an inch from the ground and his arms are fairly straight. He winks at me, then he stops smiling and gets a look of determination. I start moving back up, then down, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5...20...30...40...50, nice warm-up, 60...70...80...90...100. Still think you can tell me what to do?” “Damn man that was 100 reps with my 120 and you didn’t even break a sweat.” I say as he just holds me at the top of the rep. “Let’s get these 24” bicep up to 26 or better.” He states as he sets me down on the floor. But he doesn’t let go completely, he grabs my chest strap with his right arm, looks down at me, smiles and I feel my feet leave the floor with just the power of his right arm curling me again. “1, 2, 3...10...30... 50...70...100. How’s that for power little man? A buck 20 for 100 reps with just my right arm.” He switches arms and does it again for another 100 reps. “Now that’s a little pump.” He sets me down again and flexes a double bicep and his shirt sleeves just blow out. He grabs my bed and puts it up on its end, then reaches back over to me and lifts me up to one of the legs and slides it through the “D” rings I have on the back and let’s go. I hang there unable to get down. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” Laughing as he walks out of the room. He returns about 5 minutes later and has a bundle of rebar and the rest of his things. After setting it on the floor, he grabs the remnants of his t-shirt and tears it like tissue paper from his body. He comes back over to me and slides me off the leg and sets me down. “So are you ready for more of a workout?” he asks me but not waiting for an answer grabs my shoulder with one hand and my thigh with the other and lifts me to his chest. At this point I can’t resist and I feel his bicep with one hand. It is warm to the touch but hard as a steel ball, a steel bowling ball. He snickers as he feels me groping his bicep. Then with the same ease as before, presses me over his head and holds me there. “How’s the view little man?” As if I was lifting a pillow, he powers me up and down at a steady easy pace. I hear him counting again but this time the numbers are flying by 50...100...150... “Oh shit, how many are you going to do?” I ask trying to understand his power. “I’m thinking 300 before I go to one arm presses. 200...250...300.” I stop moving. He sets me down and again grabs the center strap again and up I go to the side of this mountain. His arm is curled out to his side then with a blast of speed again, I am moving like I weigh nothing. 300 reps, then over to the other side and bam, bam, bam, 300 more reps. He moves me like I am nothing to him. With my feet back on the floor, he shakes out his arms and stand right in front of me. “Now that gives you a small sample of how you are going to help me with my workouts. As you see, I can do just about anything I want with you. Now let’s see what you can do, I want you to try and straighten my arm.” He curls it just a little and I grab his wrist and push with all my might. “Push harder dude, straighten my arm, you don’t have far to go. Come on little man put your whole body into it. You have to be stronger than my one arm, come on do it.” At this point, I am red in the face and putting every ounce of strength I have just to move his arm. I am almost hugging his forearm trying to get it to move. He starts laughing and I feel his hand grab my waist strap of the harness and I am instantly propelled in the air and upside down. He just starts laughing as he holds me there. Back on the floor he tells me, “hey go move your dresser over to your side of the room.” Now the dressers are solid wood, not the pressed wood shit, these are solid. I grab it and try to slide it and can barely budge it. He walks over, one hand on each side and lifts it up. But instead of putting in on my side of the room he sets it right in front of the door. Then to make matters worse, he grabs the second one and puts it on top the first. Laughing he steps back and says, “I guess we know who’s going out that door and who’s going to be left in the room.” “So how did you get so strong, dude?” I ask inquisitively. “Well let me tell you while I pump my biceps again.” Before I can move out of reach, he has my chest strap and I am propelled again out to his side. He is about to do side bicep curls with me. “You count this time while I tell you a little story. I went in the Marine Corps at 18 and was only a little bigger then you are now (25). I volunteered for a special medical testing procedure (46). They told me that this procedure would help the entire military if it worked (78). I grew about 5 inches and gained about 30lbs (110). They thought I would have been bigger, so they thought it was a failure and decided to discharge me (150 switch arms). But in reality, it did work just took longer to develop in me (38). After about a year, I was eating and lifting like a mad man (59). Before I knew it, lifting the front of an SUV was easy for me (88). But I kept going pushing myself harder and farther than anyone could imagine (126). Came to school here for my master’s degree and to understand how to get bigger (150).” “Dude you just freakin curled me 150 side bicep reps and you did it while talking. I mean, damn dude, you are so freakin incredibly strong. Now you’re just holding me here, wow, dude I just can’t believe how strong you are.” “You will before today is over, little man or should I say little boy?” As I look at the mountain, he appears to have gotten bigger but it might just be the lifting that he just did, and his muscles getting pumped that make him look bigger. He just smiles down at me and starts flexing showing the pump he just got with me. “Dude” I start to say but am interrupted. “From now on you call me Hercules, I like that name.” “What? You want me to call you Hercules? Dude really.” His right arm shoots out and grabs my shirt and harness and before I can really comprehend I am propelled toward his chest and slam hard into it and am nose to nose with him. “You WILL call me Hercules; do you understand?” My feet off the ground by a good two feet and his right arm tight as hell, I’m not going anywhere and he’s shaking me back and forth just to emphasize my predicament. “ok, ok, ok, Hercules…can you put me down now?” “I can do anything I want with your buck 20 and I choose to make sure you understand I’m in charge.” He carries me back to the upright bed and slides the leg through the “D” rings again and let’s go. I sway there knowing I don’t have a choice. He starts unpacking his stuff and putting things in the top dresser, weighing it down even more. He opens one of the boxes and pulls out metal rebar about 4ft long which are bent on the ends. He looks at the wall behind where my bed is and brings the rebar over. “Well they aren’t going to mind, cause they will probably redo the walls in here anyway.” He states. Then places the end of one of the bar a little over his head, pulls back his arm and slams it into the wall, let me repeat that and let it soak in, He slams it INTO the wall. It sinks a good foot into the concrete block wall, like I would stab a pickle with a toothpick. He tugs on it and sees it is solid. He repeats the process spacing them out about three feet apart. “Holy shit that went a good foot in.” I state out loud but thinking I was saying that to myself. He looks at me with a sullen stare, and just smiles. Then back to the rest of his unpacking. A good two hours have passed and he is done. He comes over and looks at me, “how’s it hanging?” Laughing at his own joke. “I would greatly appreciate if you put me down so I can take a piss and then maybe I can unpack my stuff?” “Sounds good.” He states “You’re not going to try and run away are you?” “No, sir. The door is blocked and the windows don’t open and there are bars on them.” He looks out the windows, “I can open them, what’s your problem, weakling?” He lifts me again with both hands and slides me free of the bunk leg. He then carries me into the bathroom and looks around to make sure I can’t get away and puts me down very slowly, laughing the entire time, teasing me with the floor by bouncing me up and down as I am about to touch the floor. After a few minutes he sets me down with a thud and walks back into the main room. I relieve myself which takes a few minutes as I was holding it for about an hour. I slowly reenter the room and start to unpack my stuff as he is laying on his bed; well as best a beast of his size can...feet off the end, shoulders a good 6inches off either side, his hands wedged under him so they don’t hang there, and his head resting on my sleeping bag as a pillow. That dude is huge; I’m telling ya. I load my dresser trying not to make too much noise. I think I can handle the bed and slowly bring it down to the floor. It is heavy but with a lot of struggling I get it back on four legs and push it into the corner of the room. I make my bed and figure to lay down myself and rest, but as I look around the room I see pictures and trophy’s and curiosity gets the best of me. I venture over and see a pic of him holding two young guys that look like him, one in each arm and they are out to his side and a good two feet off the ground. He is smiling and they look scared. There is a caption under the pic that reads, ‘my bros hanging out with me.’ Damn this dude is big, I mutter to myself. I then see a pic of him lifting the front of an SUV, while an older man is at the tire. This caption reads, ‘Helping dad with auto maintenance.’ Oh my word. I look at some of the trophies which are for local weight lifting contests that he placed in. There are other pics of him doing pushups with the two ‘bros’ on his back; doing squats with the bros holding onto a bar; and the last one I see is what appears to be a barbell bar bent into a ‘U’ shape and his two bros standing back to back inside the ‘U’ and it looks like it’s been rammed into the ground, trapping them. At this second I feel breathing and sense a large shadow over me. I slowly turn and am face to abs with Jeff. He looks at me then at the picture, then snickers that turns into all out laughter. “Those two...are my older twin brothers that used to pick on me all the time growing up. Now, I play with them like they are toys, karma’s a bitch, huh?” Without warning, he grabs my upper arms and presses them in then lifts me upward carrying me away from his side of the room and plants me close to my bed. “It’s nap time little man, I need some rest and so do you.” He states. “But I want to head to the gym and then grocery store, so if you’ll move the dressers I will head out and be back when you wake up.” I state trying to reason with him. He spins me around so my back is at his abs and then curls his arm around my throat. I try and stop him but is futile to even try. He continues to bend his arm as if I’m not even there, my neck wedged very nicely into the crook of his arm. Not tight but just locked in place. Then he stands up to full height and I am propelled into the air, my own body weight working against me. “No, I don’t think so,” he states and slowly contracts his arm and flexes it, “I think you will take a nap and not argue with me. In fact, I insist.” As his arm tightens and I start losing conciseness. He brings me higher so that his mouth is even with my ear and whispers, “night, night little boy, in 3 ... 2 ... 1.” I try to struggle and pull on his arm but it’s just doesn’t move at all and as he starts to count I fall deeper and deeper in to sleep, hearing the enjoyment in his tone, I slump down. He then very nicely lays me in my bed, takes my blanket and tucks me in, wrapped like a burrito. To make sure I am not going anywhere he grabs two long rebar and lays them across me. One at my chest and one at my lower thighs. Then bends the ends around the bottom of the bunk, trapping me in place. I awake to what I think is an earthquake as my bed is moving around and I’m being jiggled from side to side and it appears that the room is moving too. But as I slowly become more awake I realize a few things at one time. First, I can’t move. I see that I am wrapped tightly in my blanket and then see the two bars holding me into the bed. I struggle but can’t really move. Second, is that it is just my bed that is moving, more precisely, it is going up and down fairly quick. I hear the baritone voice under me 201.202.203.204. I see Jeff’s knees bent and realize he is under my bed bench pressing it. “What the hell are you doing?” I scream. “Oh, good morning little man, just let me finish up my second set and we’ll talk. 250...275...300…” “How many are you doing ya little shithead.” I say without thinking first, then realize, not the best thing to say after what happened yesterday. The movement stops abruptly. “I will chalk up that last comment to the fact that you are just waking up and not fully awake. 350...375...400...450...and 500.” He set the bed down and slowly climbs out from under it. Stands up and stretches his huge physique. Looks down at me and just starts laughing as I am struggling to get out of the bed. “What’s the problem? Can’t move? (Laughing even louder) Ah, poor little man all fastened in bed? Are those little 1/2" rebar too much for you to get out of?” He then grabs both ends of the bar on my chest, that are bent and with a twist of the wrist, unbends the bar, and removes them. He repeats the process with the bar on my thighs. I just lay there and watch as he manipulates the bars to his wish. He then grabs the blanket at my chest with his right hand and the bottom at my feet with his left and up over his head I fly into a standing military press almost 11’ in the air. “Ready?” not waiting for a response commences with quick reps that are flying by. Before I know it he is up to 35 reps and not slowing at all. At 50 he starts laughing again, “you are so freakin light little man...75...100...how much did you say you weighed again?” “Me, um, well, I, um, weigh 120lbs!” “150...damn this might help a little.” The motion starts to slow but not because I am heavy or he is tired, but I realize he is doing resistance reps, slow downward rep and explosive upward and this goes for the last 20 reps. He stands me on the bed and the blanket slips down off me and I run to the bathroom. After taking a long piss I come back into the room and Jeff is shirtless and stretching. “You ok? Did you have a nice night’s sleep?” Jeff asks as I am staring at the huge mountain of muscle. The guy could win any heavyweight bodybuilding contest he entered, hands-down. “So while you were sleeping I went to the grocery store and got a bunch of stuff, mostly my protein and supplements, but I got some things for you too. Breakfast is in the mic. Hope you like scrambled eggs, bacon, breakfast potatoes, and biscuits. Orange juice on your desk and coffee is made. I want you to know that I’m not just a strong, big man, but I can take care of you as you have been doing a lot for me lately.” Still staring, trying to take in his size and the fact that all my fantasies are standing right in front of me and most of the fulfilled yesterday with his ‘workout’. Like a zombie, I walk over to my desk and down the orange juice like I hadn’t had a drink in weeks. We both sat down and ate the huge breakfast he got from the campus diner, lots of food. There were three steaks, two southern fried chicken steaks, bacon, sausages, taters, gravy, eggs, like about dozen or more, bread and biscuits. I also noticed a lot of grocery bags filled with stuff in the kitchen area. As we ate we talked about ourselves and got to know each other. He told me that he just wanted to show off yesterday and establish himself as the Alpha male. He likes to lift and just thought it would be fun and didn’t mean to scare me. I thought it was safe to tell him that I was gay and that most of the stuff he did with me, I actually enjoyed, he just smiled. We talked about working out and he told me that he is actually 7’4 at 335lbs with like 6% body fat, which made me feel even smaller than what I already am. I mean, I am 5’1 and 120lbs, on a bad day, usually weighing in at a whopping 115lbs soaking wet. So the next few hours we got know each other and talk about our past and stuff. I automatically cleaned up the dishes and started putting the over 30 bags of groceries away, filled the fridge, and put all his supplements and stuff he uses over on his side of the room. As I was walking back to my side he steps in front of me, looming like a large mountain. “Do you mind being our houseboy, if I keep buying the groceries and stuff?” He asked very politely. “No man, not at all, kinda used to it as I had to do it when I lived at home. My step brother and step father demanded it from me, so I’m just used to doing it and really don’t mind.” As the day wore on, Jeff took a nap and I decided to venture outside to see what was happening around campus and find where my classes would be. Then stopped off at the gym for some climbing time and do some cardio. I lost track of time and started heading back around 4pm. As I entered the hallway, I noticed loud thuds coming from our room, almost like someone was tearing the place apart. I noticed our door wedged flat into the wall across the hall. I hear Jeff groaning like he is being hurt. So I rush in, “What the hell is going on in here, are you ok Jeff?” Oh, he was ok alright, but the rebar he was bending wasn’t and to top that off he bent them all into perfect “U” shape and tossed them on MY bed. He spins around and his eyes were so dark navy blue that I thought there were black. “Where the fuck have you been.” His voice so deep and angry it resonates the walls and into my bones. I had the thought of just turning tale and running as fast as I could, but I couldn’t move. I looked at him and as calmly as I could, answered his question, “I went out to the gym for cardio and climbing and then walked campus to make sure I knew where my classes where for next week. I left you a note on my desk.” I walk to my desk and grab the piece of paper to show him. As I am turning both his hands shoot out, ball up my t-shirt very tight, and he proceeds to slowly curl me as he starts talking, “I didn’t see you when I woke up, I didn’t see the note either. I waited and waited. I thought you changed your mind and tried to get another room, tried to get away from me, tried to tell the school authorities what I had done with you, tried to get me in trouble. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t dare. I was afraid you weren’t coming back. I didn’t want to eat dinner alone.” Our faces mere centimeter from each other. His voice still angry and booming; his grip very tight; my feet just dangling again. I grab his fists and try to talk him down, “Jeff, we discussed this earlier, I want to be here, I want to help you, shit, I want to cook and clean for you, it’s what I do best, well that and just hang off your fists.” I smile trying so hard to get him to calm down. I feel his fists tighten more and am moved higher and higher till his arms are over his head. He shakes me hard back and forth. The note I wrote in my hand and he looks at it for the first time. Reading it then looking back up at me, slowly the ceiling gets farther away from my head as he slowly puts me down. “Sorry little man, I just got worried. Don’t want anything to happen to my new friend, my new toy. I hope you’re not mad at me, I just a little upset when I didn’t see you here.” As school was about to start, I made sure I left notes high enough he would see them and he started looking for them before he got upset. Football season was on us with parties after games and tailgates before. Jeff and I didn’t see much of each other during the day but at night it was workout city in our room. Pushups with me on his back; benching me and anything else he could put on my bed, which included one of the dressers; one arm and two arm curls with his little toy friend; shoulder and military presses, you name it he did it and I went along for the ride, like I had a choice. As classes continued I was “asked” or rather bullied into tutoring one of the football jocks. There were a few nights I didn’t get home till late, which cut into Jeff’s workout time. He understood but it made him wonder why. So one evening Jeff followed me to the ‘frat’ house and saw the guy the I was supposed to be tutoring forcing me to wrestle him and dominating me with ease. Then the bully would press me overhead for a few reps, nothing like Jeff could do, not even close. But it upset Jeff that I didn’t tell him and that I allowed it to happened and not report him. I left the frat house later than usually wanting to get home so Jeff wouldn’t be upset. As I am walking, sore from the wrestling session, I feel this huge hand grab my shoulder spin me around and there is Jeff’s massive upper body. I look up and see his face in not mad but a strong look of concern. “Are you ok?” I stare at his face and nod my head yes. “I got concerned so I followed you and saw what that ass is doing to you instead of paying you. Do you have your harness?” I nod again almost afraid of what might happen if he went back to confront the jock. “Put it on cause I need to go for a run.” I look puzzled but never questioned him in the past so not now. I slip it on but he loosens the strap and lifts me onto his back and puts his arms through like a backpack and I’m the backpack. He pulls a belt out of his bag and puts it around both of us securing me to his back. “Here we go, hang on.” He takes off at a nice jog making sure I’m not getting hurt. We get to the main road, not much traffic but we are heading away from the dorm rooms. He looks back smiles, and says, “ok now let’s open up these legs and see what they can do.” We are moving at a really good pace, the wind in my face as if I was in a car. I see a sign that shows the town of Grover 10 miles ahead. I feel him speeding up and before I know it we are in Grover and making a small pit stop in the local grocery store for water, I am still attached to him and he is having fun showing off. He buys some water and starts walking back to the college. The large gallon jug of water is down and he starts running or should I say sprinting at this point back to the room. We arrive a short time later 12 miles one way and he acts like it was a light jog. In the room, still on his back, he gets some of his power drinks and downs them. Jeff unloosens the belts and sits on my bed unstrapping himself from my harness. He then asks me why I didn’t say anything to him about the bully. I told him that he started paying me good money for tutoring but once his grades improved to the point he could finish the year and not worry about it, that’s when he started forcing me to wrestle and using me as a weight. I told Jeff that I asked him to stop and threatened I would stop tutoring him then he got mad and would grab me after my last class and carry me to the frat house. I told Jeff that I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want Jeff to hurt him. Jeff listened with understanding. Then stood up. Jeff had a Cheshire cat smile, and then crunched his knuckles in his fist, cracking his knuckles which sound like firecrackers. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “I won’t hurt him bad enough that he can’t play but he will know that if he touches you again, well, let’s just say being injured on the field will feel like nothing compared to what I will do with him.” “However, you need to know that no one lifts you or bullies you or threatens you, because you are my toy friend and I get jealous. You should have come to me and told me, now I think I need to remind you that I am in charge of you and everything you do. I think you have forgotten that and me and my muscles need to drive that point home. So as far as I am concerned you just bought yourself a long lifting session.” He grabs me and stands me up in front of him and tightens the straps nice and tight. “Let’s pump these guns.” I am airborne and he starts pounding out rep after rep with his right arm. I am quietly counting and he is just smiling at how easy it is. My count passes 100, then 150, ‘oh shit he going for 300,’ I mumble, 200, 250, 275, and he starts slowing down pushing harder and harder but still knowing he will accomplish his goal, 300! “Jeff that’s the first time you ever done that many, good job!” He stares at me still at the top of the 300th rep. I see his left arm come up and takes the place of his right. “Again?” I ask. And it’s his turn to just nod. He goes at again like an animal pumping his arm up and down over and over like a machine. The last couple of reps he growls like a bear slowly getting the 300th rep and sets me down. His face and body so tense. “I don’t like you going to the frat house, so from now on you won’t in fact you’re going to take some time off, off from tutoring and off the floor.” He grabs one of the old rebar that he had bent into a U and proceeds to put me in the U shape then with greater ease than I saw him before, wraps the top part of the bar around my upper chest about 3 times and then the other part of the bar he wraps around my abs area pinning my entire arms to my side. He grabs another one and starts wrapping it around my knees, one part going up around my thighs, the bottom bar down around to my ankles. He then takes another bar and feeds it down the back of me and when it is at my feet lifts me and bends the ends so I am standing on the ends of the rebar. “Now little man you are going to hang out here while I deal with your bully.” He grabs one of the rebar at my chest level and lifts me with his right arm carrying me to the wall where he and shoved the rebar into the cement block and lifts me up and hangs me on one of them. He lets go and steps back smiling at his nice handy work. The wall was cold on my back and legs and moving my arms or legs impossible, the steel still warm. My feet over 5 feet off the ground. I wasn’t going anywhere till Jeff came back.

[Roger's Story - Part 1] When Roger woke up on Saturday morning, he decided to do a quick search on his phone for local gyms. He had just moved into the building two weeks ago, and the fact that the building was finishing a complete weight room and work out facility had been a primary draw for his selecting this penthouse - but it was not quite yet available. He had been using a nearby large commercial gym the past two weeks with some new and flashy equipment, but he found the crowds of people there annoying. He located one gym away from the center of the city, and its aged advertising suggested that it would be pretty basic - just what he wanted. It would not surprise anyone who met Roger that he would choose an apartment based on its proximity to a weight room. His muscular build often caused people to stare. What might surprise them, however, was that Roger had not been particularly athletic in his youth. The muscle mass he now carried so naturally had come only after a remarkable change in his life. Roger had met his ex-wife, Dana, while still in college, and they married shortly afterwards. The relationship however quickly cooled off, as Roger worked long hours to get his company started. During that period of his life, Roger had not taken care of himself. His weight ballooned, and his Doctor told him at 30 that he was on the road to an early heart attack. At his doctor’s suggestion, he started eating and began to look for a personal trainer. Roger noticed how a bank representative he frequently dealt with in obtaining funds for his business had made a remarkable physical change. Eventually, Roger summoned the nerve to ask him how he had done so. The guy excitedly told him about a trainer he had been working with for months who had “changed his life.” The trainer’s name was Tom, and he used a smaller private gym in the area. He gave Roger a phone number, and after a week of hesitating, Roger gave the Tom a call and made an appointment. He was impressed by Tom’s friendly and professional manner on the phone. When Roger arrived for their initial consultation, he was shown to a small room near the front of the gym and told that Tom was finishing with a client and would be with him momentarily. When Tom entered the room, Roger knew immediately this musy be the guy. Tom was about 6 foot with dirty blonde hair, a winning smile, and the body one would expect of a heavy weight natural bodybuilder who had won several local competitions. Roger had never seen someone with such a hyper-trophied build close up before, and he had to work at following what Tom was telling him and not be distracted bythe sight of Tom’s gym t-shirt pulled tight across his massive chest, the huge traps around his neck, and the arms with biceps like bowling balls. Roger found the first month of working out with Tom four times a week excruciating. After each session he hurt in places he didn’t even know he had. In addition, Roger found the lengthy cardio that Tom expected him to do on his own to be agonizing, and the diet and supplement routine Tom prescribed left him hungry all the time. Nevertheless, Roger found himself wanting to please Tom, and he stuck it out. After a month, the changes in Roger’s body were noticable, and it gave him motivation to continue the course. Month after month, the pounds of fat were replaced by pounds of muscle. People that Roger had known for years passed him on the street without recognizing him because of the drastic change in his appearance. Several who did recognize him said to him, “your wife must be happy.” In fact, Roger’s relationship with his wife grew distant as Roger filled the hours he was not working with weight lifting with Tom, preparing scrupulously planned meals, and getting extra hours of sleep. After a year, the change in Roger was so great that Tom refused to continue taking Roger’s money for training sessions. Instead, they became regular workout partners. Working out with Tom brought out Roger’s competitive nature, and although he started lifting significantly less than Tom, eventually he was challenging Tom as to who could lift the most for he most reps. By the time they had been workout partners for six months, Roger was carrying as much muscle mass on his frame as Tom, although he was not as cut. Other guys at the gym would stop their workouts to watch these two goliaths pound their way through their sets. After their first year as workout partners, Tom told Roger that he was going to enter a regional competition, and he suggested Roger enter as well. Roger considered but decided that the strain of dieting into low single digits of body fat would interfere too much with his work. Nevertheless, Roger trained with Tom as if they were both competing, and traveled with him to the show. He helped Tom backstage get a final pump and prepare for his posing. When Tom won the heavy weight division, Roger felt as if it were his own triumph. That evening, after a celebratory meal with a few drinks, Roger and Tom walked back to their adjoining rooms talking and laughing about the days events. Roger followed Tom into Tom’s room, teasing Tom that the only reason Tom had won was that Roger hadn’t competed. “Yeah, if you brought those big guns of yours on stage, I probably would have been done for.” In fact, Roger’s arms were now bigger than Tom’s. “No way I would ever go through the hell you’ve been through to get that shredded. You looked great out there, but seriously I don’t know how you managed to not pass out after all that dieting and dehydration.” “You could have done it easily. The changes you made in just two years are incredible. I’m really jealous man. It took me ten years to get where you are. I’m scared to think where you’ll be in two more.” “Thanks Tom, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You changed my life.” “I couldn’t have done today without you, man. Thanks so much.” Tom moved in to give Roger what he took to be a friendly embrace. Roger opened his arms and wrapped them around Tom’s wide back. Their hard muscular chest pressed into each other. Roger felt Tom’s arms reach around Roger’s lower back and pull Roger forcefully into Tom. Even through their shirts, he could feel their pronounced abdominals rub against each other. With firm grips around each other, they stared intently and silently into each other’s eyes for a minute. Then Roger realized that Tom’s face was moving toward his, and suddenly Tom’s lips were pressed against his. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Roger opened his mouth and their tongues met. Roger felt a jolt of electricity through his body and his cock jumped to attention. As they intently explored each other’s mouths, their torsos pressed harder into each other and their hands began to explore each other’s backs. After kissing for several minutes, they eventually awkwardly made their way to the bed. Neither had any experience with another man before. They rolled around in their clothes for some time, mixing wrestling like little boys to be on top of each other with exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and intense kisses. Eventually Tom yanked off his shirt and threw it across the room. Roger followed suit. They tried squeezing each other’s pecs and then sucking each other’s nipples. Soon their pants were discarded like their shirts, and their hands worked each other to orgasm as they lay alongside each other kissing. Tom got out of the bed and brought back a damp towel. Without saying a word, he wiped them both clean and then climbed back into the bed. They slept alongside each other. In the morning, they struggled to make conversation, and with forced laughter agreed that they had been terribly drunk the night before and did not really know what they were doing. The following week after they returned home, Tom told Roger that he needed to give his body a week’s rest after the competition, and that although he would be seeing his clients at the gym, he would not be meeting Roger for their work outs. During the week, Roger attempted to call Tom several times, but Tom neither picked up or returned the call. After five days, Roger stopped by the gym at a time he knew Tom was usually free. As he walked into the gym, he found Tom completing a set of bench presses. “I thought you were taking a week off, what’s up?” Tom stood up and looked around the gym at the members busily engaged in their exercises. “Follow me.” Tom led Roger back to the private room they had their initial consultation. After Roger walked in, he closed the door behind him. As he turned, he realized Tom was moving toward him. Tom’s hands grabbed Roger’s shoulders and pushed his back against the door. Tom pressed himself into Roger, his hands grabbing both of Roger’s wrists and pinning them against the door. Tom then brought his lips against Roger’s lips. Roger resisted for a few seconds, attempting to push Tom back, but then opened his lips and allowed Tom in. After several minutes of intense kissing, Tom pulled his head back to get his breath. He let go of his grip on Roger’s wrist. They stared silently into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Tom finally spoke. “I have thought of doing that constantly since we got back. I understand if it's not what you want. But when you walked in here I knew just telling you wasn’t enough.” They stood silently looking at each other for a minute. Tom started to turn to walk away. He felt Roger’s left hand grab him by the shoulder. As he turned back to Roger, he felt Roger’s hand reach around the back of Tom’s head, directing his face once again toward Roger’s face. As their lips again made contact, he felt Roger’s muscular right arm reach down behind his lower back, and then Roger’s hand squeezing Tom’s left butt-cheek, pulling Tom ‘s hips close against Roger’s. Tom’s arms slid under Roger’s arms as he pulled their upper bodies tight together. After several minutes, Roger released his hold on the back of Tom’s head, and Tom moved slightly back so they could talk. Roger spoke first. “Cancel all your appointments for the rest of the day.”

Chapter 25 I stood there unable to speak for what seemed like an eternity. Long enough that Patrick’s beaming smile began to fade, replaced by a look of worry. He started to stand up. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer now” he started, “I just… you’re so perfect and you love me for me and you’re supportive of all my weirdness.” He was almost in tears. “You can say no.” His voice faltered. “I’ll still love you.” The dam broke and tears began flowing down his face. It killed me seeing his heart break. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream… I just couldn’t find my voice. Patrick lowered his eyes to the floor and began to walk away. As he took a step back I finally got my act together. “Y-y-y-yes,” I managed. “Yes I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you! I love you Patrick!” He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes, which a moment before had be dull and dark, quickly began to light up again as though clouds were parting to let sunlight break through. “Really? You’re sure?” he asked tentatively. I nodded, and I’m sure I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. His smile surpassed mine as he quickly took a step towards me, bent his knees slightly, and picked me up seemingly without effort. His hands didn’t stay right below my glutes for long though. He took two more steps before falling forward with me onto the bed. We were making out like men possessed by teenagers who had five minutes to fuck before they’d get caught. After several minutes of making out, Patrick started making his way down my body. Kissing every inch of skin he could find. After every few kisses he’d say softly either “thank you” or “I love you”. He’d also now and then mumble something about being there for me and taking care of me and who knows what. I couldn’t make out his exact words because he couldn’t keep his lips off my skin long enough to formulate more than three syllables at a time. I was trying to kiss him too, but whenever I’d move too much he’d grab my wrists or shoulder and push me back down. He was getting strong. I found it incredibly erotic. I tried resisting, and it took nearly all my strength to get him to budge a few inches. This served to turn him on more as he redoubled his efforts, pinning my taller frame to the bed as he surveyed my body with his lips. He started trying to take my shirt off, so I went to sit up to help with the effort. Apparently it was taking too long, because without thinking about it Patrick grabbed both sides of my color and ripped my v-neck t-shirt in down the center. I didn’t have time to process that before his tongue was on my right nipple. He didn’t spend much time there. He instead worked his way quickly down to my groin, kissing and rubbing my cock through the fabric of my jeans. He jerked my button fly open. As he did I was admiring his arms. He had nice horseshoe triceps now, and his shirt seemed to be digging into his biceps. I raised my ass so he could lower my pants and briefs, and as he gave them a tug his biceps swelled from the sudden effort and his sleeves both popped in unison. The feeling of his sleeves ripping distracted Patrick. He stood up quickly and stared at his right arm. He raised his arm up and flexed. “Fuck,” he blurted out. “I didn’t realize this was one of my older shirts. No wonder it felt so tight.” He brought his other arm up and flexed while grinning at me. “You’re sure you’re ready to be mine forever?” He asked in as cocky a voice as he could. I glanced from his eyes to his arms to his torso and down. As my eyes passed by his cock I realized he was practically pissing pre-cum in his jeans. “Fuck yes, sir, I’m yours!” I fired back. “Good.” Patrick tried snarling, but he was in too good a mood to pull it off effectively. He focused back on his arms. “I wonder…” Still flexing he pulled his arms in towards his abdomen leaning forward slightly as he did so. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled I could see the veins in his neck pop as he pushed himself to flex as hard as he could. I heard a tearing sound much like when he had ripped my shirt a few minutes ago. “Yessssss!” he hissed. He straightened back up and reached his right arm up to his collar and gave a light tug. His shirt fell away from his body, the back was torn down the center until almost the base. He reached both arms inside what was left of his shirt and finished the job. He then quickly shucked his jeans and briefs and then placed his body as mine as he went to kiss me. His cock quickly drowned mine in pre-jizz, which I took advantage of by dry humping his body. I don’t know if it counts as dry humping if it’s soaking wet, whatever. It turned Patrick on too, and that’s what mattered. After just a few seconds of this, he pulled back with a strangely confused look on his face. He rolled to his side and pulled me with him. Reaching down, he grasped both of our dicks and pushed them side by side. He did a double take. He went still as stone and stared transfixed at our appendages. I glanced down thinking maybe something was wrong. Our cocks stood erect side by side, nearly identical. His dick was only a half to three quarters of an inch shorter than mine, but it was every bit as thick. His nuts were clearly larger though. “I’m almost bigger than you,” he whispered, shocked. “FUCK YEAH I’M ALMOST BIGGER THAN YOU!” His next move was like lightning. I still can’t think of the specifics, but somehow he managed to flip me over and position his cock at my hole in one deft move. I felt his cock pulse and it was like he had spat out a glassful of lube directly on my asshole. He grabbed me by the hips and buried himself in halfway to the hilt before I could react. I let out a shout. Fuck it hurt. I reached back to try to push his thighs back a bit but that only seemed to encourage him. I managed to come up off his cock about two inches before he reasserted himself and knocked my hands away and drove himself back into me. On this second thrust I felt his short pubes hit my ass. I tried to tell him to stop but all that came out was “Augh”. He gave another push trying to get as much of his cock in me as he possible could when I felt him hit that spot again. My ass was already on fire and this added pain to discomfort, or more accurately discomfort to pain. I let out another involuntary shout and he pushed my face down into the pillow, muffling my screams. He rutted me. He pounded me. He fucking pulverized my asshole. After several minutes the pain let up a bit. I could feel his sweat drip down on me as he began pulling all the way out and then slamming his cock home. I could feel that I had come, but I couldn’t tell when. All I could really focus on was the large cock that was making itself space in my battered hole. Patrick’s breathing became labored. I didn’t think it possible but he began pounding me harder. My ass couldn’t put up resistance anymore. I felt like I could land a Boeing jet in what was now my cavernous asshole. Patrick let out loud moan that ended like a roar and his cock began to spasm in my butt, filling me with his juice. He kept fucking me slowly while he came, pulling out an inch and then forcing his cum further up my chute. I felt pressure like I was douching too deep. Yet still the cum kept flowing. He began to pull out more. Every couple of squirts from his cock he’d pull out another inch. Until finally he instructed to squeeze my asshole as he pulled out. I tried, desperately really, but my asshole just didn’t have the strength. Instead his jizz came pouring out of my asshole like a river from a spring. At some point I remember asking myself if my ass was ever going to stop leaking spunk. After what seemed like an eternity it finally stopped. Patrick went to grab a couple towels to clean up as I lay there trying to recuperate. As I laid there on my stomach, he took a towel and began cleaning his load off of my bum. He noticed that there was a lot of pink and red mixed with the milky white of his fluids. “Oh my god did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. I must have given him a look like he was stupid. “Yes that hurt. It hurt a lot.” I said. “At first. It eased up a bit after a while but you’ve got to remember you’re not fucking small anymore.” His cock twitched at that. “Truth is, you’ve got just about the largest dick I’ve ever taken now. It’s not easy to take.” “But, but… you fuck me and I can take it.” He countered, visibly shaken. “Yes, hon…but your insides are a bit different than mine. Plus, when we first met there was no way I was going to be able to deep dick you on the first or second thrust without putting you in the goddamn hospital. It took time to open you up.” Patrick began apologizing profusely. He was saying how bad a person he was, how I deserved better, that he was sorry, and that he would understand if I wanted to break up with him for being a selfish asshole. He went on about how he never wants to hurt me, on and on. Finally I interrupted him. “Babe, it’s ok. Calm down. Don’t be upset. It’s no big deal. Just in the future, let’s come up with some sort of safe word that I can use if I need to stop or slow down, ok?” Patrick glanced at me for a second and then gave me a big hug. “Your safe word is Zhaitan” he whispered in my ear. I laughed. “By the way, where did we drop my ring?”

Chapter 21 Before I realized it, it was time for Patrick’s next follow up appointment. I was really curious to know what his measurements were, as he was looking more and more like someone you’d see in a magazine. His body was tight, but he had pecs, and a six pack. His arms filled his medium size sleeves very nicely. His shoulders were getting broader, yet his waist was narrow. I don’t think he was aware of it yet, but people were beginning to take notice of him. We’d be walking down the street after watching a movie and people would do a double take when they saw him. He also began picking up this habit of grabbing his crotch quite often to adjust. I spoke to him about it one night after he had quite noticeably handled his junk right in front of a major donor at a fundraiser I had to attend for work. I thought the donor’s eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. I pulled Patrick into the bathroom. He blushed as soon as I mentioned it. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” Patrick apologized, “I didn’t realize. It’s just… fuck… it’s like I can feel it getting bigger Aaron. It… tingles… in a really good way. But it gets a bit uncomfortable to keep locked up in my briefs.” Patrick started to take his dick out and put his hand on my shoulder. He applied a little force to try to get me to go down on my knees. “Not here Patrick,” I hissed. “I fucking work with these people.” “Fuck, sorry. We’ve been in here awhile. Head back out so that people don’t miss you. I’m gonna take a piss and I’ll catch up with you.” I walked out the door and about ran into the donor from earlier. Thankfully he didn’t make any vocalization that he was upset. We started talking about a few other fundraisers he wanted me to help with later in the year. After about 10 minutes Patrick finally caught back up with me. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he gave me this guilty as sin look as I handed him a champagne flute. The donor I was speaking with got distracted by a waiter with a cheese tray. “Really?” I whispered, “You couldn’t wait a couple hours?” “I’m sorry, I had to. I was beginning to leak. You want me walking around explaining to people why it looks like I pissed myself and have a hard on?” I think the donor overheard us because he very pointedly cleared his throat. The rest of the night he kept staring at my boyfriend’s zipper with “fuck me eyes”. Anyway, back to his appointment. I had completely forgot about it. I didn’t get any calls, no texts. Nothing. I got home from work and Patrick’s car was there but I saw no sign of Patrick. I walked into the kitchen. On the counter there was a blindfold, one of my jockstraps, my cleats and socks, and a ball cap. Next to them was a note: “Put this on, then shoot me a text. I want you bent over the ottoman and blindfolded when I come down.” Fuck. Patrick had always had a strong sex drive, but now he was getting more and more assertive with what he wanted. I was already hard and leaking by the time I got my work suit off. I think I may have gotten a drop of pre on my blazer. Oh well, that’s why they have dry cleaners. I hurriedly stepped into the jockstrap, put on the knee high socks (the ones with the stripes). Stuffed my big feet into my cleats and put the ball cap on backwards. As Patrick instructed, I put on the blindfold and positioned myself doggie style bent over the ottoman. I waited for what felt like an eternity. I thought I could hear him coming down the stairs, but if my ears weren’t deceiving me he was taking his damn time. I heard his voice finally. I assume he must have been at the bottom of the stairs. “5 foot 8 and a half” he stated. A few seconds later, from somewhere else in the room, “165 lbs… mostly muscle.” Then he got quiet again. “Wow that’s awes…” I started to say but was interrupted. “Did I tell you you could speak?” He asked, He must have been standing right in front of me. “No...No, sir” I stuttered. I felt my dick throb. We were going to have to clean up a small pool of my pre from the ottoman I was sure. Patrick laughed. “Asshole, you’re not supposed to answer me. You can’t speak, just fucking nod.” He caught himself and got serious again. “Speak again without permission and you’ll be eating my fucking jock, got it?” “Sorry, yes si…..” I started to reply. Shit! I was no good at this. I was interrupted by a damp cloth being stuffed in my mouth. I instantly knew exactly why it was damp. I could taste Patrick’s precum, and smell his musky scent from his jock. For a second I felt lightheaded, then realized that I had just blown my load without anyone touching me. From behind me I heard Patrick speak up again. “Fuck yeah, that’s hot. You sure must like my jock. Worked out in that after my appointment. Was horny as fuck so I’m sure there is plenty for you to chew on.” Patrick spread my ass cheeks and I felt an enormous dollop of precum ooze down my crack. He began rubbing his cock up and down my ass, teasing me. He bent over and I could hear the excitement in his voice as he whispered in my ear. “I’m bigger than average now.” Slowly he started pushing his cock into me. Even though he was fucking me quite often it seemed like every few days I could feel how much bigger he was getting. This was no exception, he was definitely thicker. With a pop, his dickhead entered my ass. For the first time in our relationship, that action elicited an unscripted moan from me. “One” Patrick whispered in my ear. He pulled out a few times, pushing in just slightly further each thrust. “Two.” I was shuddering. I felt like I was being opened up for the first time, but I wasn’t feeling any pain. Instead my asshole felt…simply fucking amazing. It was like having Pop Rocks on your tongue, but not the big pieces that pop and sting. Just the little ones that make you tingle. His cock hit my prostate. “Three.” He pulled out all the way, then slowly eased himself deeper into my hole. “Four,” He whispered. He adjusted his footing as he pressed himself further in. “Two months ago…. Five and a half.” Another thrust, more cock. “30 days ago, six and a half.” He stopped moving. I could feel his pulse through his dick. I was beginning to feel full of his cock for the first time in our relationship. The sensation was amazing. I didn’t get long to revel in that feeling though before another moan was forced from me as he began moving deeper in me. “Seven”, he grunted as I felt his short pubes finally touch my ass. “…and…three quarters” . He pulled all the way out and rammed the entirety of his length back into me in one stroke. I let out a load moan and tried to come up off his dick. I don’t think he realized…and I certainly hadn’t realized until that moment… that his cock was now the second largest that had ever been in my ass. He was short of the record by only a quarter of an inch. Though he felt thicker. He grabbed my hips and forced me back down on his cock. Fuck he was getting strong. He started long dicking me. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” He cried… “Take my fucking cock. Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!” I could feel his cock swell further. As he forced his cock in as far as it would go I felt a feeling I’d only felt once before. He was hitting that spot deep in me where it feels tight again. A spot I was very familiar hitting with other guys myself. The only guy that had hit that spot in me before was 8”. Combined with the load he was currently shooting deep into my guts he was becoming difficult to take. I began pulling off. Thankfully he was so lost to his orgasm he allowed it. I felt his jizz begin to splash on my back as his head left my now open ass. Fuck it felt open, like I could land a jet in there. I felt his jizz begin to leak out of my hole and tried squeezing my butt muscles, but it was a lost cause at the moment. The moment I relaxed I felt a huge amount of cum run down my legs. I took off the blindfold and spit out his jockstrap. I turned to face him. He was wearing an umpire’s mask, tall socks and cleats. His body was glistening with sweat. A small stream of cum was still ebbing out of his cock. A half full protein shake was within his reach and he had a bit of a milk moustache. “Fuck that was hot!” I laughed. “Fuck yeah.” He responded between breathes. He grabbed his shake and took a swig. Setting it down he glanced down at his cock. “I still see cum, clean it up” he ordered. I started to stand but he took a step forward and shoved his shaft down my throat. In another first, I gagged on his cock. The sensation shocked him. “Fuck….really?” He asked in amazement. His dick pulsed again and he started fucking my throat. He was getting off on me choking on his dick. He would pull out until just the head was in my mouth and then force his dick to the back of my throat, where he’d hold me until I started coughing. Over and over again. Faster and faster. I couldn’t catch my breath. Tears began pouring down my cheeks as I started tapping his leg trying to indicate that I needed to get some air. Finally I got through to him because he pulled off long enough to exclaim “Oh…shit”. I managed to get one gasp of air before he was trying his hardest to make his cockhead hit my Adam’s apple. He began to nut, all I could do was gag and try to swallow. I couldn’t swish it around or let it fill my cheeks and swallow because he was literally blowing his load down the back of my throat. He gave me a mouthful as he pulled out… and then shot a few more squirts onto my face, enough that it looked like I had used his jizz as shaving cream. He grinned down at me. “Fuck that was amazing!” He pulled off his umpire mask, and then began making out with my cum-covered face. After a few minutes he pulled back and looked me straight in the eye. “I love you babe, but I want you to know that you’re gonna get a lot of practice on how to breath while I fuck your throat.”