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I've been spending a lot of time lately taking care of others, saying how I'm being such a good person by giving up so much. Well, I decided to make a story where the protagonist can be a little greedy... Another day, another time where somebody else besides me gets taken care of. A heavy sigh escaped me as I tossed my bag onto a nearby chair, having just returned home from yet another shift looking after my grandfather. It’s not like I don’t want to help, don’t me wrong. It just get frustrating when it seems like everyone and anyone wants me to take care of stuff for them at the expense of any kind of concern for my health and well-being. It’s bad enough when I have to do it at work; at least there, I’m getting paid to spend most of my time cleaning up my co-workers messes. Not nearly enough, of course, but I am paid. No, what’s worse is all the uncompensated work I have to do when I’m off the clock. Running chores for my mother/landlord, having my niece and nephew dumped on me by my brother, friends always expecting me to chip in equally for group purchases that I barely get to use; it sucks. It feels so often like all I do is give and give and give, and get nothing back in return. I’m not asking for a reward or compensation every time, but to never get it at all is quite annoying. Really, what probably bothers me about it more than anything else is that it’s rarely ASKED if I’d be willing to help/do someone a favor. It’s just assumed I’ll put up with it without question, even if it’s at the very last minute and interferes with my own plans. On the rare instance when I push back, I get crap and made to feel like I’m a monster for turning them down no matter how unreasonable the request is. It’s hard not to feel like an afterthought even when what I’m asked to do is important. Take last night’s request for example, the reason I was walking in the door so early in the morning. My grandfather, who I’ve always known as Pop, is over 90 years old now. My mother(his daughter) wants him to feel as independent as possible despite dealing with severe memory loss and early dementia. His wife passed away long ago before I was even born 26 years ago, and despite most of his other children living closer than us, they always have a reason that they can’t help with his needs or even keep him company. She does a bulk of my grandfather’s caretaking, but she also expects me to pick up shifts looking after him as well, often with barely a moment’s notice. I sorta can’t blame her, but I really can’t blame Pop despite him ultimately being the source of my frustration. It’s not like he asked for his current condition, and taking care of him isn’t really difficult either. All I really have to do is make sure he takes his medicine, make him some dinner and breakfast, and stay overnight in case of an emergency. Otherwise, all he wants to do is watch TV and tell stories of dubious levels of truth and ever changing details, something everyone’s owed in large part to his dementia. He did have a new story for me yesterday, though, and one that came with souvenirs. Shifting through my overnight bag, I pulled out the long wooden box Pop had given me. It was about a foot long on each side and a little more than that in depth. From one of the pockets of my bag I pulled out the small metal key that matched the lock on the front. Pop said it was something special, something I deserved. I wasn’t sure about that, but the whole exchange in which he gave me this box was just plain weird. “You’re a good looking guy, Xavier.” I never really thought of myself as that, being a bit over 200 pounds and not much of it being muscle. The fact that he was also bringing this up out of nowhere in the middle of the string of game shows we were watching on TV also caught me off guard. “And you’re a good person, taking care of an old man like me when you should be out there, living your life.” Lately Pop only responds when he’s spoken to, so him talking to me at all without prompting was weird enough. My blue eyes followed him when he rose out of his easy chair and wobbled over to a nearby brick wall and stared very intently at it, I was worried he was having a mental episode. He knew what he was doing as he pulled on one of the bricks, which slid out with ease. Reaching his hand in, he pulled out the box I was holding now and motioned for me to come over. He said it was an artifact he’d gotten when he went overseas during WWII(Mom said he never actually got deployed, so this claim seemed dubious at best), and was something he’d keep for safe keeping. “You’ve been giving a lot of yourself to others. I think you’ve earned the right to be a little greedy.” With that, he handed the odd box to me. The whole time he sounded oddly lucid, at least compared to how he’s been lately. Soon after the box was in my hands, he seemed to go back to normal(or his version of it), asking where the box he’d just given me came from. I figured it was best not to tell him that he was the one who’d handed it to me and guided him back to the chair before storing the box away in my bag. The story was weird, but the box did have something in it judging from the sound it made when I shook it gently. I had the place to myself for the moment, and Pop did specifically give it to me. If it was something valuable, I could always ask Mom what she thought we should do with it. Might as well see what this is, I thought as I stuck the key in the lock… …and my next conscious thought was noticing the golden, jewel adorned bracers around my forearms. “…Wait, what the hell?!” The box was on the floor, though I didn’t remember hearing it hitting against the hardwood as it feel. Nor did I remember taking out or putting on the strange things now on my arms, but there they were. And around the edges of my arm around them…are those burns?! And smoke coming up from under the bracers?! “What the hell?!” I repeated, looking over my arms. Both forearm bracers seemed to be made of solid gold, with a set of 4 large jewels spaced roughly an equal distance around each bracer. Each of the gems were roughly the size of a golf ball, the ones on my right arm a deep red color and the ones on the left were all deep blue. And the bracers seemed solid to a point that I had no idea how they got on or how to get them off. There seemed to be no seam or anything that I could use to open it, nor when they move when I tried to slide them off. It seemed like they had fused to my skin judging from the burns and smoke, but weirdly I felt no pain from them either. I supposed the nerves could’ve just been fried to the point that I couldn’t feel pain, but my hands and arms felt and moved normally, and I could feel the muscles of my forearms moving under the bracers without pain. So they were smoking, had apparently burned my skin, and yet I felt no pain…again; WHAT THE HELL?! Well, whatever was going on, I needed to get these stupid things off. No amount of physical force was making them move, so maybe there was another way? Maybe one of these jewels activated a mechanism that opened them, somehow. How about this one here on my right arm; this one jewel seems to be a little differently colored than the others… Uh-oh; that did something, though given how the bracers began to glow it wasn’t what I wanted to happen. Soon the glow started to turn into an intense heat, the smoke coming off the bracers starting to grow thicker as well. The heat surged downwards into my hands, and though still not necessarily painful it definitely didn’t feel good either as they started to go from normal pink skin to boiled lobster red in a matter of seconds while swelling like an overcooked hotdog. Just as they felt like they were about to explode… well, they kind of did, but not in the way I expected. I could only stare in numb shock as thick brown hair suddenly burst through my skin, covering both of my hands instantly in a thick coat of brown fur. My fingernails were lost under the new fur coat, replaced with the end of each finger becoming hard, flat and coarse. My hands looked almost hoof like, though despite their increased size and thickness I hadn’t lost any kind of dexterity. It looked like I was wearing the gloves from a sports mascot. The thought, “Is it over?” had barely crossed my mind before I realized that it was nowhere near over as the heat started working its way up my arms. The same reddening and heating up feeling that had gone through my hands was being matched on my arms. It wasn’t content to stop when it reached my shoulders, spreading to my chest and core quickly thereafter. The heat was becoming unbearable as I tried to make it to the nearby couch before my legs gave out, only able to get behind the couch and grip the back of it before I felt too dizzy to move. I heard the wooden frame of the couch creaking as I gripped it in my hoof-hands, growing louder as my forearms starting to swell. The bracers seemed to enlarge and swell along with them, remaining about the only part of my body that wasn’t feeling like it was submerged in boiling water. I assumed the bulging veins along my arms were what was making it look larger, but no, my arms weren’t just growing in proportion to my hands. There was a noticeable increase in their definition and thickness, and that was before the explosion of fur and size hit them like they did my hands. When they did… CRUNCH! That was the sound of the couch frame crumbling to splinters in my hands, sending me crashing into the back of the couch as my arms suddenly surged with muscle. Even the new fur coat that stopped just below my shoulder did little to downplay the size of my biceps, the bulge seeming as big as my head as I flexed. My triceps looked equally powerful, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how ridiculous I must look with the massive furry arms on my human body as I struggled back to my feet. Even aware of my strength, the unbroken parts of the couch I gripped when I tried to get back to my feet felt like they would snap with just a little more effort. “AH!” A sudden spasm down my spine made me arch my back, almost breaking the couch again at the shock. The feeling almost, but not entirely drew my attention away from the bubbling sensation that was building along my upper and back and shoulders. The sweat pouring off my body made my t-shirt cling tightly to me, though my shirt was the least of my concerns now. My heart was pounding in my chest in a way I never felt before, each beat pounding in my ears. What happened next occurred in a few seconds, but in my mind it felt like it had taken an eternity. The first was the, “SHRRIP!” sound of my t-shirt splitting down my back as my shoulders and upper back exploded with size, my neck feeling like it was trapped between a pair of fur covered boulders. The second was the, “SHRRIP!” of the couch being torn in half as my newly expanded back forced my arms and hence my grip further apart, holding a half of the broken couch in each hand. The next was the, “BOOM!” of what felt like a bomb going off in my chest, drowning out the sound of the couch remains getting tossed aside as more changes occurred. I couldn’t tell if the noticeable flabs of fat on my chest disappeared or simply blended in so deeply with my filling pecs that it looks that way as my chest pushed forward. As fast as my chest was bulking up, my gut was slimming down and tightening as the heat seemed to boil away all the fat around my belly and sides. Soon the size of my pecs and the thick mat of fur made it impossible to see my abdominal development, though I could still feel the solidness and firmness I’d never known before in them as they flexed. If I had any means of conscious thought I might have been ecstatic with them, though nothing compared to the feeling as the heat reached my groin. The changes hadn’t been painful, but they hadn’t exactly felt good either until the heat started to permeate my cock. As soon as the heat touched it I was hard, the jolt of pleasure combined with my heavy upper body and normal human legs finally causing my knees to give out and send me crashing toward the floor. I couldn’t tell if it was just my hardening cock that was making the seat of my pants feel tight, but in the time from when my butt flexed as it started to head toward the ground and the moment it made contact with the ground, my jeans had split at the seat and my fully exposed ass was hitting the floor. The firmness made me bounce up a little at first, and in the milliseconds between bounces my butt was cushioned by fur on the second hit My cock surged again, and it might have been painful if my quads hadn’t quadrupled in size to split the denim even more to relieve the growing stress on my cock. O.K; quadrupled may have been a bit of an overstatement, but my thighs were two thick pillars of corded muscle that were now rubbing up against each other. The changes continued further down my legs as my calves were starting to feel closer to cows, though I barely noticed. My attention was instead fully locked on what had happened to my groin. What had happened was surprisingly little; yes, I was hard as hell, but other than that my cock and balls had escaped the changes that had hit the rest of my body save for my head. It was almost disappointing that my normal 6 or so inches was still just so, and I felt like I could go off at any moment. When I prodded it with one of my hoof hands, the familiar feelings of an approaching orgasm started to rush through me. My butt clenched as the orgasm hit… and then things got weird(Well, weirdER). My cock started to throb and pulse like normal, but instead of my seed shooting out of my dick, my cock just… grew. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me for the first few pulses, but by the forth my cock was noticeably bigger. My nuts also started to feel heavier as they rested against my thighs, but no cum seemed to be coming. Soon my cock seemed to be pushing double digits while being about as thick round as a bratwurst. For the first time in a while, a conscious thought passed through my mind. It wasn’t why this was happening, or how I could stop this strange transformation. It was just one simple word that went through my mind as I wrapped my hands around my member. More. “More.” I gave voice to my desires as I started to pump my dick, the rough hoof structure of my hands feeling weird but not unpleasant as I stroked. I pulled my cock against my body, feeling the head rubbing between the ridges of my 8-pack under the fur as it continued to creep its way up. A piece of my shoe flew past my face as my feet changed, though I didn’t see nor care what was happening there. My cock was the only thing that mattered now. “More!” My cock started to reach the bottom of my pecs, my hands slowly being prevented from fully encircling my cock as it continued to grow wider and longer. I could feel the bubbling feeling of transformation at the base of my neck, but it wasn’t my cock, so it wasn’t important in the slightest. I had to use both hands together on the same spot to continuing beating myself off, my legs kicking and squirming as my nuts continued to grow. It felt like a pair of oranges were stuffed in there, and yet I still didn’t feel like I was done. “MORE!” My voice sounded deeper that time, most likely owing to whatever was happening to my face. Another mini-explosion hit at the base of my neck, the fur seemed to grow up from my thickening neck in an instant as I went from clean shaven to full beard and mustache to coat of fur in seconds. Even my mouth and nose started to push out from my face, soon giving me a short furry muzzle. I should’ve thought it was awful that I was definitely no longer human, but the extra length of my mouth meant I could get the head of my cock into my mouth now, so it was the greatest thing in the world. “MPPH!” My muffled demand for more was not met this time, though perhaps that was for the best as my cockhead filled my muzzle. Even with the increased width and length of my mouth I could barely fit it in my mouth, the flesh so thick I had to use my teeth to even make a dent in the thick column of flesh. I still continued anyway to stroke the underside of my cock with one of my hands while the other slid down to my balls. Each of them were about a big as a softball and covered in the same fur as the rest of me. I was a virgin, inexperienced with either sex. Still, I was pretty sure men’s semen didn’t take like… well, the closest I could imagine to was thick, gooey honey that started to finally form at the tip of my cock. Neither was it supposed to be so hot that I probably should’ve been worried about burning myself as I eagerly lapped up the ambrosia. The heat continued to persist as it slid down my throat, down into the pit of my stomach, and fuck, did I need more. The more I drank, the more my cock seemed willing to provide. This was so, so wrong. I was some massive, muscular bull thing, who was becoming more bullish by the second if the strange itching sensation emerging from either side of my head. I was growing pointed horns that continued to push out from my skull with every passing second. My normally short and neatly trimmed hair was becoming a wild, thick mane that was flowing down my back. And somehow without even being able to see them, I knew my eyes were now a deep blood red, wiping away pretty much any trace of the human I once was. This was on top of the small puffs of smoke coming out of mouth from either my strange seed or something else. This was so, so wrong, and I was loving every bit of it. I was a monster, with a monster’s strength and size. I felt like my muscles could bend steel and break blades if someone were to strike me, and that was if said blade could even make it through the thick coat of fur. I felt so masculine, so powerful, so fucking STRONG! And not to mention my massive cock; how could THAT be really be so wrong? “FFFFUUCCCK!!” A sudden swelling of my cock forced my member out of my mouth lest I choke on it, letting my three foot length that was about as big around as a 2-liter soda bottle jut straight into the air. My hips bucked as my cockhead swelled again, slamming my fists into the ground and splintering the wood underneath them. The massive balls that were now my testicles clenched, the veins of my cock throbbing angrily and visibly underneath. And finally, I came. The windows rattled with the roar I let out as my cock exploded, seed shooting like a geyser from my monstrous member. The living room ceiling of the condo had to be at least 12 feet or more from the floor, and the first burst of my seed nearly hit the ceiling. The second one did reach as gravity took hold of the first burst, making it drop back on me and the surrounding floor. The seed felt warm as it covered my fur, small wisps of steam coming from the puddles that were forming around me. Thirty seconds in, and it showed no signs of slowing down. The seed covering my fur made my muscles seem even larger, and I couldn’t help but rub and squeeze my muscles as my cock continued to spew. As I flexed my left arm and licked my bulging bicep, I noticed in the corner of my eye one of the blue gems on that bracer were glowing softly. Something had changed, though what had made it happen or what it meant I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of really anything at this point, except for one thing as I looked at my still spewing cock and bought my hands to it again. “More…”

Big, Brawny and Blind A short story by scriptboy It all started around the third day of the semester when I received the call from the Office of Blind Services on my cell phone. They had received my application to become a guide for another student during my Junior year at the community college and they were happy to get me paired up with a prospective student. Since I had an uncle who was blind as well, I already had experience working with people who were bind or visually impaired so signing up for this was a complete no-brainer. The lady at the office was extremely excited that I had signed up. She told me that most Guides were females and I was the only male Guide who had signed up all year. That was another incentive right there. Maybe I would end up working with some cute college girls? Who knows. So, they called me up and asked me to show up at the local restaurant which was down the street from the dorm where this student lived. It was also right down the street from the gym. I thought it sounded interesting that a visually impaired student worked out at a gym, so this would be fun for sure. My name is Alex Weas and I’m just a junior in college, age 21. What was just a meeting between my blind student would end up changing my life completely. I showed up at “The Cave”, a small sandwich shop near campus. Which had a good crowd that afternoon. I was supposed to meet the current guide, Felicia Snow, there. So, as soon as I walked in, I started looking for a young lady and a blind student. Of course, I had never met either one of them, so I had no idea what they looked like. I scanned the area as I looked around, when I finally spotted a young lady in the back corner sitting with another young guy at her table. “Uhh…. Hi…. I’m looking for Felicia? Is that you?” I stuttered since I just didn’t know. I didn’t have a good look at the guy since he was sitting in the corner where it was rather dark. “Hi! Oh, are you Alex? Good, you finally made it! Great! Well, Alex, this is Hunter Hollander, your new student! He is a freshman!” she said as she got up and shook my hand. I’m only 5-foot-6 inches tall and this young lady was about my height. She had long, black hair and deep brown eyes. She grabbed her handbag and she quickly turned around to address the boy. “Hunter! Come over here! Your new guide has arrived!” Suddenly, the boy moved over, and he slid off the booth, so he could stand up on his two feet. When he got up, I realized how tall he was. He was at least six inches taller than me, six feet tall, and much wider. Now, I’m a skinny, short guy, so this kid was BIG! “Uhh…. Hi!” the boy smiled as he extended his right hand while holding his cane in his left one. “Hi! I’m Alex Weas! You must be Hunter?” I said as I shook his hand. His hand was big, and he had a firm grip. Of course, He was wearing a raincoat with long sleeves, so I couldn’t tell what he looked like other than his face. He had straight, short, black hair and a friendly face. Of course, I had no ideas what his eyes were like since he had them closed the entire time. “Nice to meet ya, Alex!” Hunter said to me. “I’m so happy to have you as my new guide!” “Great! Now, Hunter, if you need anything, you call me, okay?” Felicia said as she seemed to be in a hurry to leave the restaurant. “I’m supposed to meet someone here and I’m already late!” “Thank you so much for helping me get oriented around here…” Hunter said to her as he embraced her. “You’ve been a big help…” Just then, a tall, blond guy walked in with an angry look on his face. He looked around and he became even angrier when he saw Hunter hug Felicia near the entrance to the restaurant. “FELICIA! I’ve been waiting outside for you for the last TEN MINUTES! ARE you DONE babysitting that misfit? Can we GO NOW?” the blond guy shouted at her. The blond guy grabbed her arm and yanked her away from Hunter’s embrace, almost causing the blind boy to stumble over. “RON! Can you wait? May I say goodbye to my student? Come on!” Felicia shouted angrily. “Wow! Calling me a misfit isn’t very nice!” Hunter shouted back, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Oh yeah? Well, what are ya gonna do about it?” Ron growled as he marched up to Hunter and grabbed his raincoat with one hand. But Hunter reached out with his right arm and grabbed Ron’s shirt collar, and, using incredible strength, he lifted Ron’s entire body several inches off the ground! Then, he held him up, with his feet dangling in mid-air, until he tossed him to the floor, hitting one of the wooden chairs and knocking it over, breaking it in the process. People got up and the manager came. It became very quiet in the restaurant. “Hey! No fighting in my restaurant! Do you realize you just tossed this man up against one of my chairs and broke it?” the manager shouted at Hunter. “I should call the police!” “No sir, he didn’t realize that…. I apologize!” Felicia said calmly. “What do you mean, he didn’t realize that?” the manager asked her. “Didn’t he SEE IT? He broke one of my chairs!!!” “No, he didn’t see it because…. He’s blind.” There was a murmur coming from the crowd as Ron struggled to get up while Felicia tried to help him. I stood next to Hunter, holding his thick arm. “Come, Ron…. Let’s get outta here….” Felicia said to Ron as she helped him get up… “You’re gonna pay for this, you PUNK!” Ron shouted at the blind boy as he turned around and marched out of the restaurant. Then, I grabbed Hunter by the wrist and pulled him towards the table where he was sitting earlier. “Hey…. Let’s finish our lunch and then I’ll take you back to the dorm, okay?” I said to him. “I don’t want any more trouble in this place!” Under that raincoat sleeve I could feel a lot of muscle…. BIG muscle. I think there was a lot MORE to the big, blind boy than I realized! What was he hiding? We each ate a burger and we had a milkshake. I paid for his lunch. Then, he grabbed his cane and he walked out the door. I walked right behind him. “So, Hunter…. What do you like to do for fun?” I asked him. “Well, I like to help blind athletes. I’m really big into sports!” he replied as we both walked back to his dorm. He had told me which dorm he lived in, so I escorted him to the building. “Really? Very cool! Do you…. Uhh…. Play any sports yourself?” I asked him. I wasn’t sure if that was the right question to ask a blind guy. I mean, how can he play sports if he can’t see what he’s doing? “Yeah! I lift weights! Which is why I was hoping I was gonna get a new guide was a guy!” he responded. “That was… We could go to the gym together and I don’t have to ask other guys at the gym to help me!” “Oh, sure! I’ll take you to the gym, big guy!” I replied. As soon as we entered the dorm room, he took off his rain coat and shoes… Then the jeans came off… Hunter was left wearing just his tank top and his underwear. “Whoa!” I gasped out loud when I got my first look at the kid standing before me. He was big, tall, and ripped! His shoulders were round and wide. His arms were thick like pythons, and covered with thick, long veins all over. He had well-defined delts and traps across his broad shoulders. His chest was like two large spheres of muscle sticking out from his upper body. His abdominal muscles resembled a washboard and his quads were bigger and wider than tree trunks, completely covered with thick, long veins all over! “H-H-Hunter! You…. You’re a bodybuilder!” I exclaimed at the sight of the big, blind muscle boy. “You got muscles everywhere!” “Yeah…. I can’t see them…. But I can FEEL them!” he chuckled as he flexed his right arms while he ran his left hand over his large, bulging bicep, which started to swell up from his arm together with his triceps until it was the size of a bowling ball which was completely covered with veins all over. “Holy shit! No wonder you could easily pick up the guy in the restaurant! You’re REALLY strong!” I said as I just gawked at the big muscle guy. What an incredible sight. And, he was only a Freshman! “Well… I wanna apologize for that! The dude pissed me off when he called me a misfit. Blind dudes get no respect at all. We’re always treated like outcasts around here…” Hunter said sadly. “Hey, man… I can’t blame you! I mean… You can’t help it that you got a disability. I think it’s way cool that you’re spending so much time lifting weights in the gym!” “Yeah… But…. Somebody needs to help me and show me where the weights are. I can’t do it alone!” Hunter sighed. “Otherwise I’m lost when I go to the gym. None of the signs are in Braille and it’s too noisy in the gym for me to hear my screen-reader software…” “Uhmm… I don’t lift weights at all… But… You can show me!” I shrugged. “You’re the muscle guy in our new team from now on!” “Awesome! From now on…. You’ll be my eyes…. And I’ll be your muscles!” Hunter smiled. I felt like this was going to be the beginning of a very special friendship….

What a GREAT idea for a story! Disability is one of those areas where there is a lack of information and knowledge on the part of many people. There is an assumption that people with disabilities cannot be athletic, or skilled in music or sports or acting - all of those assumptions are wrong. Individuals with disabilities defy expectations in a lot of ways- there are deaf musicians who have won Grammy awards - Evelyn Glennie, percussionist - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evelyn_Glennie ; deaf actors who have won the Academy award - Marlee Matlin, actress - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlee_Matlin Blind climber who reached the summit of Mount Everest - Erik Weihenmayer http://www.ibmilwaukee.com/blog/people/detail/famous-visually-impaired-and-blind-athletes/ Blind Bodybuilder Pat Rando: http://www.afb.org/info/living-with-vision-loss/for-job-seekers/our-stories/healthcare/fitness-trainer-and-bodybuilder-profile/12345 Blind bodybuilder Pat Leahy - Kudos on this story! Mdlftr

I really appreciate the citations! I got "Gilgamesn". De profundis I recognized but did not know the details of the reference. Mens sano in corporo sano makes me think of late 19th century Victorian English public schools and "muscular christianity," aka "Tom Brown's School Days." The rest of the references were new to me. Thanks!

Chapter one is found here: https://musclegrowth.co/topic/14044-ménage-à-trois/ Preceding chapter is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15377-ménage-à-trois-chapter-seven/ Ménage à Trois Chapter Eight It was Sunday night, and Master just stood there inperturbable, while Dick hammered on his powerful chest with his inadequate fists. "You can't! You can't decide for me! I'm not your toy! I'm not your slave! I have a life there!" The thoughts inside Dick's head ran in all directions, and conflicting emotions surged and abated. Last day, Saturday, had been amazing, and so had most of the Sunday. They had eaten breakfast after the workout, and Dick's luggage had arrived with a car. Then, they had sex in several different ways, showered and went to the gym, which Master had talked about earlier: Training back. A weak back was what gave so many contemporary men that vulture-like office-drone neck. Dick didn't want to look like an office-drone. He wanted to look like Harry and Tom. They had some BCAA and some afternoon snack after the workout, and then went home to eat dinner. When Dick awoke next morning, Tom was busy in the phone in his office. Since Sunday was cheat-day, their meals were exuberant. It never occurred to Dick what the phonecalls in the office were about. The sun was sinking. They had been sharing some scotch and water. "Oh, and another thing, Dick. You move in with me and Cub tomorrow, so you better stay here overnight." "I do what?" Conflicting emotions. Hell, yes! Those two! Together! Sharing this life! If ever! His duties called him back home, which was disappointing, in a way. "You move in with us. I've already spoken to the company who'll move your furniture." Dick's heart pounding faster now. "But I have a work to do, there. Next lesson begin 8.15. tomorrow. My co-workers and my pupils expect me to be there." "No, they don't. I disturbed your Principal at his weekend, and told him, that you quit." Dick's face had become hot like a furnace, and that answer had triggered his explosion. "You can't! I have a life there!" Dick had probably pounded Tom's chest for a minute or two, when the physically superior man grabbed his wrists tenderly. "Take another scotch. Think about it. You told me what you DESIRE. I have helped the dreams of several men come true. You have seen what Cub has become." The deep voice of Master saying all those words ... His other emotions caused his anger and worry to fade. What Cub has become. Dreams of several men come true. His DESIRE. Tom lifted him, and put him in the sofa, allowing his head to rest in Harry's lap, which seemed to excite the younger man. Dick could feel Cub's rod became hard again. Tom sat on the rug on the floor, his powerfully muscular arm reaching out from the glistening short-sleeved football jersey and playing with Dick's crotch. "Think about it. You will be able to start a new life. I will coach you. I love to see men realize their potential, and you have a lot of potential, Dick. I can see it. You are just so bloody inhibited. I want you to break free, and let that red-blooded, carefree and confident muscle-bloke out." Whooaaah! Master said all the right words. If Master continued to talk like this, Dick would soil his camo-trousers with spunk. "It will not happen easily. There will be days when you regret your decision: Days of growing pains. Days of doubt. Days when you ask if it is all worth it. Those days, you have to ask yourself the same question, again and again: Who do you want to be? You will need to learn self-discipline, but you will not be alone. I will be there. Cub will be there. Some of our friends will be there, to help you. Are you my recruit? Do you want to be hard as nails? Are you my jock-thug? Are you my bruiser-in-training? Do you allow me to turn you into a real powerhouse? Do you allow me to add pound after pound of steel-hard brawn to your frame? Do you want to double your muscle-mass, recruit? Do you want to become the hardest fukker at the club, next to me and Cub?" It wasn't happening. It couldn't be true. Master was beginning to control his life, and control it in order to make it into his fantasies. It couldn't be real. It was too good. It was ... He abandoned his hesitation, allowed the bigger man to control his life, and took the plunge. * * * When he woke up next morning, it was before sunrise, and he could hear Master's voice: "Rise and shine. Time for morning snack and dawn-workout!" * * * To be continued

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Work had shifted me over to working until late at night so I've had to start working out late at night. I am usually one of the only people there but recently a guy who I remember seeing there during the day is working out when I do; thing is he has grown fucking massive! He has had to of doubled in size since I last saw him some weeks prior. My first thought, asides from envy and lust, was "Oh Lord, here we go again". Rumors had started that the gym owner will make some patrons into his...pet projects if you will, these guys would somehow blow up size and eventually just disappear. No one knew what the hell happened or where they went but we were willing to bet that the owner has a connection with a certain supplement company that has been making waves in the market with products that worked wonders, a little too well at that. I came into the gym one night to start up one hell of a back workout (gotta hit that new deadlift PR right?) when who do I see but the man in action at the leg press! There he is wearing nothing more than a wife beater, tights, and a pair of those Otomix shoes the pros and power lifters wear. I'm transfixed staring at him pressing a max loaded sled grunting as his spandex-clad legs piston through the motion while he grunts with each rep. Once I saw what he had between his legs fighting for space in a way that can only be described as grotesque I tripped over my own feet. With one last grunt he finished his set and looked at me on the ground blushing in embarrassment as I tried, and failed, to pretend nothing happened. Swiftly I got up and went to the other side of the gym to start doing some pull ups making sure not to meet his gaze the whole time. As I continued my workout I could hear his rhythmic grunting and heavy foot falls as he came went from exercise to exercise. I was in the corner of the gym resting between deadlift sets when he took the squat rack right next to me racking up hundred pound plat after hundred pound plate. After I stopped gawking I noticed he put the exact weight I was deadlifting onto the bar, I looked at his reflection in the mirror and met his gaze when he started his set. He did 20 reps with perfect form and no signs of effort as he didn't break eye contact the entire set. My new personal best of a single deadlift at 600lbs felt like I may as well have lifted a tenth of that. I couldn't help myself as a nice sized tent sprouted in my shorts which he noticed and gave me a smirk before doing another set of 20 reps. I took my time to calm down and resume my workout doing my best to ignore him as he kept squatting and adding yet more plates with little more exertion every set. He soon had the bar maxed out with hundred pound plates and seemed to be either waiting for something or possibly taking a break before resumed. I sat down on a nearby bench to rest briefly after putting my weights away when he quickly took his spot back and resumed squatting. I had a front row seat to watch as he slowly and easily squatted down nearly till his ass touched the ground and stood up grunting under the exertion and displaying his prowess. His ass looked two basketballs cut in half stuffed into blue spandex, balls bigger than any NBA player could hope to hold without two hands cupping their massiveness. As he squatted down I got so hard that I couldn't tell what had more blood in it, my entire body after a grueling deadlift personal record or my dick. He did a full ten reps with a familiarity like meeting a lifelong friend before he reracked the weights with a very loud and echoing thud, further driving home how empty the gym was with only the two of us there. He turned around and sauntered/waddled toward my slack jawed self. His legs were so pumped they looked like a chart of the human circulatory system through his leggings; but what drew my attention the most was the mass at eye level that was not dissimilar to a fruit arrangement with two grapefruits and a thick bottle gourd but with angry thick veins everywhere. As it throbbed and pulsed with a large wet spot forming on the tip I heard him speak for the first time tonight. "Hey, my eyes are up here mate.” he said with a voice as deep and gravely as a mountain slide, "Can you do me a favor bud and rerack my weights? I got something I need to take care of as you can see." He chuckled to himself as he gave his dick a squeeze eliciting a groan from the both of us and made the wet spot on his spandex expand further. I nodded as he put a very heavy and calloused hand on my shoulder. "Thanks a lot man, nice work on the deadlifts bud." He took his hand off my shoulder to close my mouth which I hadn't noticed was still open as I stared in disbelief. He winked at me as he waddled away. I felt like I was about to cum then and there as he slowly made his way to the locker room taking enough time to make sure he had my undivided attention. I awkwardly stood up as my dick was so hard it hurt now and put his weights away. I just couldn't help myself to do what he asked and someone has to do it right? I spent the next few minutes stretching with my erection refusing to get less hard before I headed to the locker room as well. I was debating if he was coming onto me, toying with me, or just got off on showing his power when I heard the telltale wet noises of flesh on flesh and a very deep grunting coming from the stalls. I cautiously made my way towards the restroom trying my damnedest to not make my presence known when he started to moan loader. As I rounded the corner I could see his shoes in the stall closest to the door as he let out one last booming grunt. It took me a second to realize what happened as he came until I looked towards the ceiling; with an extremely percussive thwack he was hitting the ceiling tiles with such force to push them upwards. After what felt like a good two minutes his orgasm finally died down as he went from hitting the new hole in the ceiling, to over the stall door with a perfect arc to the mirror across the room, until finally it was contained in his stall. As my head was swimming in the miasma of his musk and the unadulterated rank smell of pure sex he let out a loud FUCK! His feet were shifting and I noticed that strips of cloth were falling down to the ground, it took me a second to make the connection it was the remains of his wife beater. He continued to curse to himself with each word being muttered in a deeper voice while he stood up and, what I can only assume to be, struggled to pull his tights back up. I quietly slipped outside of the locker room before he could notice and waited until I heard his stall door to open before reentering, pretending I hadn't heard or seen anything. I went to my locker to rifle through my belongings as I built up the courage to say something, anything to him. As I was feigning interest at my gym bag I heard an extremely loud thunk coming from the weight scale, I turned around to see that he set it to max weight but with only one leg and part of his body weight had exceeded the limits of the now meager scale. After this sunk in I finally took notice of him. He had grown, substantially, to the point that he far eclipsed the man who I saw in the gym earlier. His shoulders had grown so wide that even a set of double doors would soon give him issues. His thick neck had lost the lost not only the battle but the war to his encroaching traps that were now threatening to swallow his head. His back could rival the moon in its ability to eclipse the sun, thick enough that his arms were forced up further into the air. His arms, even at rest, were much thicker than either of our heads. Miraculously his leggings had somehow managed to not explode off of his legs that were now so massive he had to change his stance like he was straddling a Clydesdale stallion, and yet his calves were still grazing each other as he stood up straight. What both impressed and terrified me the most was that despite his immensity I could clearly see, with him standing the other direction, a few inches of his dick that was threatening to rip upwards through his leggings that are absolutely struggling to keep the monster caged. He finally took notice of my meager presence, meager only while compared to him as otherwise my 6' 260lb frame would by no means be deigned as such. "Jeff right?" He inquired in a voice like the oncoming of a storm. "Yes actually, though I never got your name" I responded with my voice cracking in a combination of fear, lust, and awe. "I'm Ian." He replied with a hungry tone, "Would you mind helping me scrub my back in the shower? I seem to be having issues reaching it at the moment." He chuckled at his joke as he finally turned away from the weight scale he had been staring down. I couldn't help but gasp as I saw him from the front after his recent changes. A chest so thick that light could not escape its crevices; his nipples were nearly forced into hiding as they pointed down towards the ground and his abs which looked like a vest network of deep canyons with 10 peaks. His ass was so thick that not even his quads could hide it as you could see the curves of it from his front. To top it all off was a bulge in the front nearing the size of a medium pumpkin holding his angry, veiny, throbbing nuts. His dick, which at this point was both longer and thicker than my own heavily worked forearms, was steadily dripping precum through his straining tights. I have to admit I'm it proud of it, though I dare you to do better in my situation, but I came right then and there. I had always been the bigger man in my relationships, I was rarely outsized in my day to day interactions, but to come face to face with so much...man was too much for me. A man who, with a conservative estimate, was well over twice my size yet only an inch or two taller released a flood gate from within me that seemed like it wouldn't stop nor did I want it to either. He waddled over to me and put hands that could easily envelop my thick shoulders to support me. "Whoa there Jeff, I take it you like what you see eh?" He said while laughing. My dick gave an appreciative spurt as my orgasm started to end. "Guess you need a shower too now don't you bud?" He chortled. I numbly nodded my head while drinking in how close I was to this demigod. As he kicked off his shoes he instructed me to go ahead and strip then head towards the shower with him. He waddled away slowly taking every step deliberately while flexing his legs and ass as I took off my sweaty cum drenched clothing as if my life depended on it. I caught up with Ian in the room before the showers which had a large mirror and counter spanning the length of the wall. Ian was performing pose after pose with a combination of both worry and pride. While still looking into the mirror he met my gaze mid side bicep pose. "Fuck Jeff that is a nice piece you have their man! Though, not quite nice as mine heh". I couldn't help but blush; imagine a stud like me reduced to blushing like a school girl, as I flexed my 10" dick at him with my golf ball sized testicles bouncing. "Well Ian we can't all be freaks like you can we? What the fuck are you on that is making you grow like this and where the fuck can I get some?" "Never mind that Jeff, have any critiques on my posing stud?" He transition to a most muscular as he said this. A pose had never before lived up to its name until right then. He waddled over to me and flexed his arm which as pumped as it was had to be nearly twice as the size of his head now. "Or would you rather just feel it?" I gulped and slowly put my hand on the fire hot, harder than diamond bicep and came all over his leggings and stomach. Ian started laughing as he stopped flexing his arm, his dick now drooling a steady amount of pre through his tights, and swapped back to a most muscular. All the veins on his body were in stark relief as his head was being consumed by his chest and shoulders mid flex. "You do know you're going to have to clean that up right?" He said as he stopped flexing and stood up straight. I finally ended my second orgasm within a few minutes of each other as he stared into my soul. He started bouncing his pecs which at the point was akin to a devastating earthquake with his mass. I reached out and placed my hand firmly on his chest as he was doing this. Ian's dick throbbed and let loose another salvo of pre as he kept bouncing his chest with my hand firmly on it. I slowly brought my hand down his chest committing every part of it to memory for future alone time material. I got near his nipple and gave it a nice hard squeeze not realizing what hell would break loose. Simultaneously a few things happened. 1) Ian's eyes bugged out as he let out a combination yell/moan. 2) His knees started to buckle as he leaned forward putting enough weight on me for support that it made me worry that my own strength was being put to the ultimate test. 3) His dick throbbed torturously as he came with such force that despite his leggings it rebounded onto my legs from the wall a few feet away from us to the point it stung. 4) As he was thrusting his hips like a man in a seizure he grew, God did he grow. Ian bellowed out a very drawn out and angry FUCK as he curled his toes as if he was trying to claw into the earth. While mumbling/moaning incoherently he drew me into a bear hug to support his still thrusting and cumming self. He was radiating heat to the point I worried I was going to be burned as he inexplicably ab fucked my dick with his thrusts. I couldn't breath and when I could all I drew in was more of his heady musk. I joined him in my third orgasm in less than twenty minutes making an even worse mess over his stomach. After what felt like a sweaty crushing eternity he finally dropped me to the ground. I looked up but could only see his immense bulge and chest, his face long hidden by the two. "God fucking damn it!" He roared as he awkwardly waddled to the mirror. I stood up as he was examined himself with a mixture of expletives and curses at me and his luck. His arms were nearly locked into place at a 70° angle, each nearly as thick as my chest. Ian grunted in pain as he vainly grabbed towards his tights that somehow had still not burst off of his indescribable bulk, I really need to write a glowing review for the company that made them. I noticed his source of discomfort; his tights were now past skin tight and were digging deep into his rock hard flesh. Through a hole which had torn open on the back side I not only found out he chose to go commando tonight but got a full on view of his shaved hole. I stepped closer to Ian as he awkwardly tried to maneuver his bulk to a point where he could grab his tights and either take or rip them off. Defying logic he somehow gained purchase while awkwardly bending down as much as his body would now allow. As he got his leggings down to his knees he thrust backward with enough force to impale himself half way onto my 10" dick much to my delight and his horror. "JEFF WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?!" Ian screamed as he instinctively both clenched and stood up with enough force to bring me with him. With me still half way into his medicine ball sized cheeks Ian struggled to reach me but his new bulk interfered with his every movement. "Jeff get the fuck out of-" I couldn't help myself as I buried myself to the hilt. Ian let out a deep and angry moan as I started to thrust. "Jeff you mother fucker, when I get my hands onto you I'll show you how a real man does it you bitch!" I responded by pulling out to the tip of my head and slamming down to my bush as hard as I could, repeatedly. Though I couldn't see it, Ian's eyes rolled back up into his head as he bent forward trying to get support on the counter despite himself. As I kept deep dicking the big bitch I heard the telltale heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh as his massive dick was forcibly hitting the middle of his chest in rhythm to my thrusts. I couldn't see Ian's face, or anything in asides from his back for that matter due to it taking up my entire field of vision, but I could imagine what his sweaty face looked like as he became the bottom I fucking was making him. Eventually I no longer heard the sound of his dick bouncing off his chest but heard a gulping noise as Ian started to suck his down his own cock. Apparently he was too much man even for himself as I heard him gag every time I thrust forward and drove his dick further down his throat. Ian soon started to clench his massive ass and flexed it as hard as he could which I can only assume meant he was close to cumming, but then again so was I. Even with all of his strength he wasn't able to stop me completely as I redoubled my efforts on him. Soon I heard Ian swallowing as he started to grunt in worry and confusion as he came down his throat which began his next round of growth. His rhythmic clenching and vice like grip spurned me into cumming as well as keeping me inside him despite his wishes. Ian was forced to stand up as his arms were raised to parallel of the ground by his ballooning chest and widening back. His head was locked into place by his shoulders and chest as his dick kept up with his growing muscle at a neck break speed. Ian could see each volley travel up the multiple feet of his dick which was quite firmly stuck in his mouth. He was forced to swallow more and more as his balls tensed up and then expanded lower with each blast. Ian attempted to turn around and dislodge both me from his rear and his own convulsing dick from his mouth but was immediately tripped by his tights still wrapped around his knees. We both fell to the ground with a noise that echoed through the entire building, I was violently driven forward until I was fully impaling Ian's still bucking ass. I put my hands on his back, the only thing I could reach now to stabilize myself, as I emptied my soul into his innards. The fall finally dislodged Ian's angry dick from his mouth which continued to expel everything it had into the next room. I soon stopped my fourth outburst of the night and slowly disentangled myself from Ian. He was still cumming and growing but was finally tapering off as I stood up. I saw the mess I made leaking out of his cavernous ass crack onto his legs which were now thick enough that the only space between them was a small area where the knees met. Ian was still humping, as well as he could in his situation, with his tights now around his ankles just above his kicking socked feet. (I REALLY need to invest in a pair of those). I made my way to his front relishing every second of his size and the afterglow of the best sex I'm sure either of us have ever had. As I finally got to his head he let out one last volley a good foot out of his dick and slowly stopped growing. Ian was now so large that every limb was locked in stasis. He wasn't going to be leaving the building let alone moving without a great deal of assistance now. I can only guess that his drinking his own cum made the growth affect him so much more this time. I grabbed Ian's head by his hair at least as much as his neck and traps would allow me to. His cum covered face was barely coherent after his ordeal. I bent down and gave him a deep kiss before licking off all the cum left over from his face. A few seconds later my dick let out my fifth, and most massive, orgasm of the night all over Ian's head as I gained approximately 10lbs of muscle and 2" to my jumping cock. As I came off my growth high (God and that's only a fraction of what he felt and gained!) I asked Ian a few questions. Who was your supplier and who do you want me to get to help you? Both answers were Mike the gym owner, just like I thought. Do you have any more left? His locker was his response; I looked over into the lock room with the only door open asides from mine which had his gym bag poking out of it. With a smile I dropped his head which slumped back down onto his still hard and leaking dick. I made my way over to his locker and found both his cell phone and the mystery supplement. As I read the instructions, to avoid becoming just like Ian, I texted Mike from Ian's cell phone. I gave myself my first dose of the supplement, and new life, and felt even more exhilarated and energetic. I'm going to go do one hell of a fucking work out until Mike shows up at opening in a few hours, but for now I think Ian is ready for round two. I know I fucking am.

I am so fucking jealous of you. I've been jealous of you since the first time I looked at you. You were so far away I could barely see your body. But I could see your face. Fuck. I'm married, I have four kids, and I've been straight as an arrow since I started fucking in the ninth grade. But I never got so hard so quickly as when I looked at your fucking face. I can still remember the way the sunlight fell upon your bright blue eyes, your sparkling blond hair, your faultless clear skin. Your features were so beautiful they were almost feminine, or childlike, but when your soft pink lips curled upward and parted to reveal a row of blindingly white teeth… Fuck, I nearly had an orgasm just thinking about it. Your smile was so devastatingly confident, exuded so much fucking power and charisma, no one could doubt your masculinity. Your smile told everyone in that gym that you were the kind of guy who could fuck anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted, because he was just that fucking sexy. And as you got closer, I realized that you weren't just a pretty face. You were tall. Like really fucking inhumanly tall. I’m a big guy myself - a proud 6`4 - but fuck, I doubt the top of my head would graze the bottom of your pecs. How did you even get inside the building? You must have had to bend down really, really low to pass through. I saw the people around you gawking, most of them at eye level between your waist and halfway up your abs. It was comical, and yet that relaxed, beautiful smile never left your perfect face. Fuck, this was normal for you - you were used to being a giant, towering over shorter, uglier people. It's like being some sort of genetically perfect freak was your goddamn birthright. No wonder you were so fucking confident. And then you started to take your jacket off. Fuck. I had no way to prepare for what was coming. You see, most tall guys have a really hard time getting huge muscles. Sure, we can gain weight. But it's not as easy to get that intense density that shorter guys have. So I was expecting you to be a bit like that - muscular, powerful, but not super thick. But man, what a fucking idiot I was. When you pulled off that jacket, and I saw the width of your shoulders, my jaw dropped. Were you as wide as three people? Four? Maybe five? It was impossible to get a sense of scale because everyone around you was so much smaller.your jacket dropped down past your arms, and I almost had a heart attack when I saw the size of your guns. Guns are too weak - they were more like nuclear weapons, really. I swear you were holding your arms straight out, unflexed, and yet they were so swollen with muscle that they were literally as wide as some of the bodybuilders’ torsos. It looked good - proportional, even - because of just how fucking huge the rest of you was. But damn, I had never been more insecure about my own 300 lbs Mr. Olympia-winning body in my life. You finally dropped the jacket totally to the floor. You were shirtless now. Just like your face, your torso was impeccable and flawless, not a blemish gracing your baby-smooth flesh. But unlike your soft, beautiful face, your torso was one-hundred-percent rock-hard masculinity. Your pecs were so big they seemed to move independently from the rest of you, the liquid-iron muscle swaying hypnotically with every move of your body. Even when you were standing still, they were so massive that they crushed the space between them into nothingness. Your abs were equally incredible - I had to count them. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten bricks of pure muscle. Your abs actually bulged with muscle, like they were fighting for space, with definition that I could never achieve. It was obvious. If I ever stood up on the posing stage with you, you would destroy me. I had trained for over twenty years, crafting a body that most men could only dream of. And yet there was you - some hot young kid, probably half my age, with a face that could put most of Hollywood out of business and a body that would end bodybuilding as a sport as we know it. Some fucking genetically perfect freak who could probably get to my size if he had sat at home eating donuts his entire life and still look hotter than any Playgirl model. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair. And why was I rock-hard this whole time? I wasn't fucking gay. But maybe, for you, I was. And I wasn't alone, judging by the dudes at the bench press. Or the ladies at the treadmill. Or - fuck, there wasn't a single man or woman in the gym who wasn't trying to hide their orgasm right there. And all you were doing was standing there, smiling innocently as your eyes and lips and muscles gave an entire room of men and women a fucking orgasm. I rushed to the locker room and started whacking away at my meat. I closed my eyes, trying to think of my wife. But now that I had seen perfection, I could only think of my flaws. Why couldn't I be like you? So beautiful, so tall, so muscular, so powerful, so young. I was inadequate. My ego was crushed. My self-esteem couldn’t go any lower. Or so I thought. You had walked in on me jerking off. I stared into your eyes, and instantly came all over again, even though I had pumped myself dry only seconds before. My cock burned with a pain it had never known. And you smiled at, your infuriatinging sexy smile, so seductive and innocent and dominating and beautiful all at once. And then you spoke. “Mind if I join you?” Fuck. Your voice was so deep. Morgan Freeman fucking wishes he could speak half as powerfully as you. I cried in agony as my soft, raw dick shot to full hardness all over again. My own voice sounded like a small child in comparison, despite the fact that I was at least twenty years senior to you. “S-s-sure, go a-a-head.” You smirk. “Thanks.” And then you unzip your pants, unleashing the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen. My eyes open so wide that I am legitimately afraid they may pop out of their sockets. You are so long, so thick, so veiny. Your cock is over a foot long, and wider than my forearms. And flaccid! You push your dick into mine, and I can see that, even in my raging glory, I barely reach half your flaccid length. I wrap my hands around your cock and close my eyes, thinking about how good it must feel to be so massive, so powerful. You're growing even bigger in my hands, and I feel skin stretch and blood pump under my fingers. I realize just how pathetic I am. How could a woman ever be satisfied by me. You, on the other hand, are what all men should aspire to be. You've give more people orgasm from your face than most men give with their cocks. You are so powerful, so muscular, you could conquer any man or woman you want. And your cock ruins your sexual partners for anybody else, just like it's ruining me and my marriage. And all I'm doing is giving you a fucking handjob. I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. My life as I know it is over. And yet I love you. I don't know your name, which you are, where you came from. But my love - my lust - comes from somewhere deeper. It comes from worship. It comes from a recognition of a superior human being. It comes from jealousy.

I have a "viking" story in the pipeline, and it is quite dark, but it will take some time to write. It will mix several authentic themes from Icelandic sagas and some Scandinavian folklore, and then some. The illustration is very appealing, as long as you don't expect it to have something to do with reality. Pants and a dead wolf is a very insufficient garb in Nordic, Canadian or Russian winter But how do you Americans write Tolkienesque English/Elfish then? Tolkien demand the use of names like Tinwë Laurelindolomë Nenwalossë. By the way, putting dots over the English word "Trojan" doesn't make it look cool to Swedish readers. "Tröjan" in Swedish means "the sweatshirt" or "the jersey".

Chapter one is found here: https://musclegrowth.co/topic/14044-ménage-à-trois/ Preceding chapter is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15373-ménage-à-trois-chapter-six/ Ménage à Trois Chapter Seven "You don't have to leave home for your workouts, do you?" Dick was changing into the spare Adidas tracksuit bottoms Master had handed him. "We do, but not for our morning workouts. My home gym is equipped for the exercises I've scheduled for mornings, but we need The Steel Factory for some of the exercises, especially rhomboid and the waist." "The Steel Factory?" "Sorry, forgot, that you are from out of town. One of my friends own The Steel Factory – a gym in a more working class part of the city. Not a posh gym with upper-class girls admiring their fashion brand tights, afraid of sweat. Not a gym-franchise eager to recruit as many members as possible, and eager, that their members spend as less time there as possible. But it isn't a gym populated by dickheads full of themselves, because they think, that they are the best thing since sliced bread, either. Nor is it a gym for powerlifters lost in the past. I think that Brawn managed to take his old gym into the modern age, without diluting the mood of the place. You will see." Dick looked for a t-shirt. He didn't find any. "Cub and I work out with naked chests at home. I'm sure you don't mind." Dick didn't mind, but he felt too shy to say anything. "Which schedule do you follow?" "Uh. Entire body once a week. Twice if I find the time." "Will not do. In the end of a full-body workout, you will be too tired to get any real effort into the exercises, and the muscles in the end of the schedule will not get what they need." Master's shoulders and chest swung, and his legs waddled, as they entered the home gym in the basement. Daylight entered the narrow horizontal windows close to the ceiling. The room smelled like a locker room. "Uh. If you say so. Nice to hear from an expert. So what are we training this morning?" "Chest." "Only chest? It sounds easy." "You may regret those words." An hour later, he regretted those words. In the past, Dick had allowed just one or two exercises for chest, but Master and Cub instructed him in exercises he hadn't heard about. Some of them looked familiar, and he had probably seen more experienced gym-lads use them at the gym in his hometown. He had expected a warmup at a treadmill or a bicycle-machine, but Cub showed him how to begin his workout with a light barbell, at least Cub called it light. Master had to remove some of the weight-plates from the barbell, in order to adjust it to Dick's needs. After the warmup, they just increased the weights of the barbell. They then proceeded to three different cable-stand exercises. Dick had watched some of the big lads back home use cable-stands and grunting loudly while they were at it, but not in the particular angles Cub and Master told him about and showed him. Initially, he didn't understand the difference between the three exercises. It took him some time to understand how to follow Master's instructions, and some more time to understand how each of the exercises were supposed to feel, but then the difference dawned to him. It felt like reality turned and adjusted itself. A part of his brain, which he hadn't used before, awoke, and he began to feel a connection to his body, which he didn't have before. Three different angles. Performing the same exercises as Master and Cub, though at lower weights. Master's naked pecs beginning to swell. Cub's naked pecs beginning to swell. His own pecs beginning to swell, in a way he had never felt before. Then a tortuous exercise on a reclined bench and a single barbell, which felt too heavy. Then a dumbbell press he was familiar with, but Master insisted that Dick needed more resistance, than he was used to. He was surprised, when he found out, that Master was right: Dick was actually able to press heavier dumbbells, than he expected himself. Something happened to his self-esteem, and he could feel pump in his chest, but he could also feel nausea rise. The room suddenly felt unreal, and it looked like a bleak and beige filter had lowered itself over reality. Suddenly his consciousness faded, and everything went black. He woke up with his back on a yoga mat and his feet on a training bench. Cub watched him with concern. "Are you ok?" "Yes, I think so. This workout was probably too much for me." "This time. You will improve. I did, innit?" Master returned with a glass of water. It tasted salt and sweet. "Rehydrating." He began to feel better. "What's next?" "We are finished. Why extend the length of a workout beyond optimal effect? You do know, that stress hormones break down your gains, don't you? If you want to add some real muscle mass, you break down your muscle fibres as much as possible during a not too extended workout, and then stop the workout before the stress hormones restrain your recovery. It's all about maximizing your hypertrophy." He finished his glass of salty and sweet water. Cub walked close to him on their way out to the showers and jacuzzi. Three plastic cups awaited them. Cub emptied his cup. "What's that?" "Branched Amino Acids. Speed up your recovery and gains. You may drink your's in the jacuzzi." "In the ...?" A few minutes later, all three of them sat in the jacuzzi. Master and Dick were sipping at their BCAA drinks, but Cub had finished his very swiftly. "Feel ok?" "Yes. I do now. And this is how you work out every time?" "With different muscle groups, yes. Twice a day, some days. Different muscle groups, of course. But Sunday and Wednesday are just for recovery. No workouts, and lots of cheat food tomorrow." "I think I could live like this." Master smiled. "I'm sure you could, Dick. How would you like your life to be?" "It's fun to teach pupils, especially in those cases I'm able to help young people to a better life than their parents, but the town is narrow-minded. You know how it is, Harry ..." Harry nodded. "I wish I was more free. And it would be nice to work out more, and add some mass. And, to be honest, I've some sort of frustration inside, that society doesn't allow me to be ... to be as masculine as I want to be ... I don't know. It's hard to explain. You two. I wish I was more like you two." Clouds of world-weariness drifted into his mind, temporarily darkening it, and then out of it. The effects of the workout began to set in. Hints of growing pains, but, more importantly for the moment, a nice feeling of pump, more intense than anything he had felt in the past. Pump. Chest. Pecs. Massive pecs. Like Cub. And Master. His tentpole grew in the jacuzzi. He could feel Cub's BIG palm on his pumped pec, and then, he could feel Master grab his dick and clench it. Squeeze it. Bubbles bombarding his aching body. Pleasant pump. Bodily present. Cub's attention. Master's attention. Surrounded by the two dominant but friendly men. His own hand searched for Cub's rod. The little warm powerhouse moaned and relaxed. Dick could feel movement in the water: Cub grabbing Master's cock. The confident broad-shouldered older man relaxing, but continuing relentless stimulation of Dick. Bubbling water. Bombarding their muscular bodies. Squeezing each other. The maroon clouds of pleasure addling their brains. Feeling each other's brawny presence. Exploring each other's masculinity. Sharing the moment, the pleasure, the embodiment. Bubbling. Squeezing. Each one's virility. Together. Pleasure. Squeezing. Bombarded. Recovering brawn. Present in the pleasure. In the embodiment. Each other's massiveness. Ecouragement. Heavy. Would your life to be. Cub's dimples. Two cocky men. And him. Together. More free. More like them. As masculine as he want to be. Pump and pleasure. Squeezing each other. After workout. Brawn conquering steel. Together. Share pleasure. Present embodied pleasure. Become like ... Oh, those two. Bubbling ecstacy. Memories from yesterday. Old Mr. Smith fading. That buzzcut thug emerging. Liked that. Like this. Together. Confident Master. Cub's mischievous eyes. Experience of male embodiment. Relentless. The wave of molten steel... Squeeze. Squeeze. Wave. Rising. Squeeze. Fuck! Better than ... Oh! Couldn't believe... Fuck! This! Together! All three of them... Squeeze! Wave! Power-wave! Becoming virility! Squeeze! Uhn! Squeeze! Wave! Steel! Squeeze! Pump! Squeeze! Hard! Squeeze! Together! Ultimate masculinity! Squeeze! Bombarded! This thug is close now... Squeeze! Wave! Can't fucking believe how much... Squeeze. Uh! Sque... And then they came. * * * Next chapter is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15390-ménage-à-trois-chapter-eight/

I hadn't forgotten it, but I am not able to concentrate on every ongoing story all the time.

Chapter one is found here: https://musclegrowth.co/topic/14044-ménage-à-trois/ Preceding chapter is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14141-ménage-à-trois-chapter-five/ Ménage à Trois Chapter Six They woke up with morning wood. All three of them. At some point, during the small hours, they must have removed their footwear and clothes. His clothes, including his underwear, were lying in a heap on the floor, but he could feel from the sensation where Cub's groin touched his back, that Cub had kept his jockstrap on. Those two! Waking up between Master and Cub felt like a dream, and he could feel how blood rushed to his tentpole. He felt more present in his body, than he usually felt, like some of that Something Master and Cub exuded had rubbed off on him. Not that he complained about that. He could hear the peaceful breathing of Cub, and a wave of protective instincts welled up inside him. He could hear the calm breathing of Master, and he shivered delightfully in the resting presence of the beefy man, the commanding presence of whom had enchanted last night into unreal delight. A beam of sunshine shone in from the corridor, causing a strip of golden light on the floor. Master stirred in his sleep, and then this physical Presence moved, and rested on his elbow: "Time for morning snack." "Morning snack? You mean breakfast?" "No, I mean morning snack." Master put his feet on the floor, his palms in his face, trying to wake up. Then he rose, grabbed a white terrycloth bathrobe, and pulled the thick and black satin curtains aside. The city, and the hills surrounding it, rested under a dark blue western sky, illuminated by light falling from behind the observers’ backs. It looked like it had rained during night, and there was a rainbow in the sky. "Rise and shine, lads." There was a furrow between Cub's eyebrows. The young bloke didn't seem to like early mornings, but his breathing changed, and he opened his eyes. When he saw Dick reclining beside him, his face lit up, a broad grin caused dimples in his cheeks, and the bulge inside his jockstrap grew considerably. Cub's reaction turned Dick on, but Master prod them on to the kitchen downstairs. The kitchen blender was mixing something. "Which hotel do you stay at?" Dick answered. Cub and Dick were sitting around a small kitchen table with a large glass each of something floury and creamy. 'Tasty' wasn't a word Dick would use about it, but it wasn't revolting either. "What's this?" "Morning snack." "Tastes like a milkshake married to a chemistry lesson." "That's basically what it is. Master takes care of the maths, so I don't have to care about it." "Would it harm someone like me, who only work out once a week?" "I doubt it. Will you not join us for morning workout?" "Morning workout? You really are on a regimen, aren't you?" Cub looked full of mischief when he answered. "I didn't become like this without effort, Mr. Smith." Cub flexed his biceps, and his cocky grin returned. Dick blushed. "Don't call me Mr. Smith. My friends call me Ricky." Cub looked pleased with himself. "Master call you Dick. I guess I will call you Dick, too." Master returned to the kitchen, and filled his own glass of morning snack from the blender: "Will you fetch your hotel key, Dick? I ordered a car to return your key and check you out. I'll pay the hotel bill and the car." Dick felt conflicted. Master was swiftly taking command over his life, and he wanted to retain control, but at the same time he didn't want to be ungrateful. If Master was this affluent, it wouldn't do him any harm to help Dick with a trifling thing like this, and Dick was eager to stay together with the two attractive musclemen the entire weekend. He fetched his key, and when the driver arrived, Master took care of all the practical details. * * * Next chapter is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/15377-ménage-à-trois-chapter-seven/