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  1. New chapter. I'm going to try and go back to posting these more regularly, like I was doing at the beginning of the story. And because it was a while ago that I shared them I'm going to re-post the couple of illustrations my mate did for me too (here's his Instagram if you wanna see more of his stuff)! Starting with the illustration of AJ... Twenty Four “So I’m thinking of quitting both of my jobs and taking up a new one!” I was lying on my bed and dreamily grinning into my phone screen as AJ messaged me during his break from a Tesco shift. “Hehe! Oh yeah?” I messaged back, playing along. Three dots appeared. “Yep! It’s quite an unusual job though!” “I’m listening!” I typed. I had no idea what AJ was going to say next, but I was fairly certain it was going to be something awesome, cute and funny. I wasn’t wrong. “Get this. A full time Noah Cook Snuggler Upper!” Heart melting. Body bursting. Could AJ be any fucking cuter or more adorable? I sent through a series of emojis. The shocked face, the monkey holding his mouth and the blushing face with eyes wide open emoji. “Hmmm. I think I’ve heard about that position! Apparently there are a few requirements for the role!” I typed. “Yeah??” AJ messaged back. “Yep! Apparently you can only apply if you’re a VERY cute bodybuilder with massive tits, huge guns, gorgeous abs and a habit for flexing while cheekily sticking your tongue out!” AJ sent through three of the AJ emoji’s. “Noah! I’m actually kind of blushing here! But I erm…think I might qualify?” And he adorably followed it up with the blushing face emoji. “Oh, you definitely do!” Three dots. “So my abs are gorgeous?” “Haha! Yep. I love your abs!” “GRRRRRR!! Will have to crunch ‘em for ya!” “Ummm…FUCK YEAH!!” I replied, excitement surging through me and my cock instantly swelling. “I’ve actually been thinking about posing for you quite a lot!” AJ then messaged. FUCKING HELL!! I sent through three shocked face emojis. “Hehe! I actually kind of can’t wait!!” AJ messaged. “Erm … excuse me while I just spontaneously combust with excitement. HELL YEAH!!” I replied. “I keep thinking about how you reacted when you were feeling my flexed bicep. Your face. How turned on you were. What it did to you. How you had to shoot your load right there and then. It was the HORNIEST fucking thing! And I LOVED that my muscles had that effect on you!” Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck FUUUUCK!! I couldn‘t believe what I was actually reading on my screen. “It was HANDS DOWN one of the hottest fucking experiences of my life!!” I replied, feeling a rush at how open and honest I was being. “Just wait ‘till I pose for you!” AJ messaged. ARGGHHHH!! My head felt like it was going to fucking explode. I suddenly had the urge to make a further confession. “There’s actually something else about bodybuilders that really does it for me!” I messaged, my pulse quickening. “Tell me!” AJ ordered. “Well I kind of have a bit of a thing for posing trunks!” I bravely typed, followed by the blushing face emoji. As three dots appeared on my phone, a series of imaginary replies from AJ quickly flashed into my mind. “That’s weird!” “You’re a freak.” “I don’t wanna see you anymore.” And then his actual message came through. “OMG!! Haha!! REALLY??” “Yep!” I replied, with the blushing face emoji again. “Hmmm. You know what?! I’ve always thought posers were kinda sexy!” FUCK! My heart leapt as I read those words. “Really??” I replied. A part of me couldn’t help wondering whether AJ was just humouring me. But another, much bigger part told me that he was being completely genuine. “Yeah! There’s definitely something hot about them. I totally get it!” AJ typed. “They’re hot as FUCK!!” I typed, followed by the AJ emoji. “They’ve got to be the shiny ones though!” I added. “Of course! That goes without saying!” AJ typed. “So, erm … do my lime green ones do it for you?” It was such a ridiculous fucking question that I couldn’t suppress a giggle as I looked at the message. “Ummm…HELL YES!! They’re so hot it borders on insane!” Three of the AJ emojis came through. “Well now I know what I’ll be wearing when I pose for you. Although I was kinda planning on wearing them anyway!” Fucking. Fucking. FUUUUUCK!! My cock was juddering and I reached down and gave it a squeeze through my jeans at the thought of AJ posing for me in his shiny, lime green trunks, which, incredibly, he was teasing he was going to do, presumably fairly soon. Holy fucking HELL! And then a text came through which suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts and made me quickly release my hand from my throbbing hard on. “Oi! You didn’t reply to my text!” It was Naomi. She was referring to the message she’d sent me the day before when she’d asked if everything was okay between AJ and I. I guess I’d found it easier to just ignore her after AJ had asked me not to tell her what had happened between us. “Sorry! I was with AJ!” I text. “Ooooh!! What’s going on? Did you talk about his Facebook messages?” Shit! Fuck, bugger, shit! I usually told Naomi everything. How was I supposed to lie to her? But AJ had asked me to not to say anything. So that was exactly what I was going to do. “He said it was all a bit of a blur.” It wasn’t a lie. AJ had said that. About ten minutes before we were wrapped around each other on his bed naked. “Oh! Are you OK with that?” she text back. I paused. “I’m happy with how things are.” Also not a lie! “Hmmmm. Well I still think something’s gonna happen between you two!” And I smiled. If only she knew the truth. “Off gallivanting again?” my mum asked me the day after as I was filling up my water bottle in the kitchen with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I was waiting for AJ to pick me up in his car to take me to Scorpio’s. It would be our first trip since we’d confessed our feelings towards each other and slept together. An excitement was pulsing through my body, because I was about to see my cute, gorgeous AJ again for the first time in two days. “Ummm … if you mean am I going out, then yes! To the gym, if you must know!” I informed her. “Hmmmm!” my mum said, eyeing up my backpack with one eyebrow raised. “I hope you’re not taking this gym thing too far!” I screwed up my face. “How would I do THAT?!” “Well I wouldn’t like to see you getting too buff! You look fine as you are!” she replied. I smirked and rolled my eyes. And then she said something which made my whole body jolt while I prayed for the ground to swallow me up whole. “There’s a boy who works at Tesco’s …” Oh God. “He’s only about your age. A lovely lad …” Ohgodohgodohgod. “He’s really friendly. Always saying hello …” She’s talking about AJ! She’s fucking talking about AJ!! “And he’s got such a nice face! But, ooooh, Noah. He’s soooo muscly!” Oh my FUCKING GOD. “You should see him! His arms are out here!” And then she bought her arms and elbows up so they were sticking out either side of her in imitation of a big, built bodybuilder and I wanted to fucking DIE. “Please don’t get that big, Noah! You wouldn’t want to look like that, would you?” I rolled my eyes and quickly shuffled out of the room, hoping she hadn’t noticed that my face had gone bright red, while all the time repeating the same thing over and over in my head; That did not just happen. That did NOT just fucking happen! I was more nervous than ever when I spotted AJ’s car pulling up at the top of the drive. I quickly and quietly sneaked out. Why couldn’t he have parked down the road like I’d asked him to? I honestly think part of him wanted to make me squirm. But also I think maybe it was a little bit of a payback thing. I had a theory that he was secretly a little offended by the fact I wouldn’t let my mum see him. Maybe he feared I was partly worried about what she’d think of the fact he was now a bodybuilder? Embarrassed, even? Maybe in a small way he’d actually been right? “Oh my GOD!” I groaned as I jumped in the passenger seat and put my face in my hands. “What‘s up?!” AJ asked me, giggling. I shook my head and gave him a little smirk. FUCK! He looked as huge and gorgeous as ever in his tight, blue Tesco’s polo shirt. GRRRR!! I was so fucking happy to see him. “You won’t believe what my mum just said to me! Drive NOW and I’ll tell you!” I said. AJ was grinning and looking at me curiously. He twisted his head and peered at my house through the car window. “Is she looking?!” GAAAHH!! He turned back to face me. “It’s just … I really wanna kiss you!” FUCK! I melted. God, I wanted it too. He put his hand on my leg and I instantly started to swell. Then he leaned towards me. Worried about the possibility of my mother peeping through the window, but also feeling a surprising rush at the propsect of being caught, my whole body tingled as my lips met AJ’s and we kissed. “Fuck!” I whispered, as our lips parted, and I anxiously looked to my house for any sign of my mum with her hands to the side her eyes, pressed up to the window. As AJ started up the car, he cheekily shook his head. “This is gonna be TORTURE!” he said. I giddily grinned. “What?!” I asked. “You KNOW what!” he said. Then he looked me up and down and bit his lip. It was so fucking sexy. I did know what, of course. Being at Scorpio’s, being in public, even just being in a car and not being able to kiss each other, touch each other and do all of the things we’d been doing the past week in his bedroom. If it was going to be torturous for AJ, it was going to an absolute killer for me. I told AJ what my mum had said about him before I’d left, emphasising the fact she’d called him lovely, really friendly and that he had a nice face. All of it amused and flattered him. “I can’t believe she doesn’t recognise me!” AJ exclaimed. “I can!” “I’m sure she’d come round once she got used to me being a monster!” he said, with a cheeky grin. “Well she loved you when we were kids,” I reassured him. “Awww! Did she?” he said, with a coy smile. “Of course! And my sister. You were cute, cheeky, little AJ. And now you’re cute, cheeky, HUGE AJ. With twenty inch biceps! And arms out here!” I said, imitating the way my mum had stuck her arms out. AJ laughed. “Oh, my mum mentioned you too, by the way! She was like, Awwww, I’m so glad you’re friends with Noah again!” “Awwww!” I said, feeling fuzzy inside. “I love your mum!” “Oh, she did question why you went bright red when Andy walked in, though!” I laughed and shook my head. “FUCK OFF!” I was half expecting AJ to kiss me again in the car park outside Scorpio’s, so I couldn’t help feeling a stab of disappointment when he didn’t. Maybe he felt it was too risky, and that someone would see us? Being with AJ at Scorpio’s definitely felt different now that things between us were no longer just platonic. It had felt a lot more fun too. He’d given me a couple of cheeky, knowing grins when he’d been getting undressed in the changing rooms. And he’d teased me about the pictures of the shredded freaks on the walls of the gym; asking me if I thought various bodybuilders were hot, and whether I’d like to see certain guys flexing in their posing trunks. And as AJ had predicted, it was fucking torturous. Being with him as he pumped up in his vest. Not being able to kiss him, wrap my arms around his huge mass, nuzzle into his thick, bull neck or cheekily squeeze his flexed bicep again. But all the time there was this incredible excitement, because I knew that there was a very good chance I would get to do all, or at least some, of those things when we’d go back to his afterwards. “Is your mum and Andy home?” I asked on the car journey back, my stomach twisting as I waited for the answer. “Why?! Wanna perv on Andy again?” he said. I grinned and rolled my eyes. “Erm … I think they’re home.” he added, casually. A little too casually, I thought. My heart dropped a little. Was the prospect of being home alone not an exciting one for AJ like it very much was for me? And just when was I going to get the noisy posing (FUCKING HELL!) he’d teased me about? Maybe it would be better if it was a spontaneous thing? But none of that doubt could take away the giddiness I was, and had been, feeling all evening. Because I was with AJ. And I would still get to kiss him and touch him and maybe even squeeze his flexed bicep. It would probably just be a little more restrained than if we were at his house alone. The first thing I noticed when AJ’s house was in sight was that Andy’s motorbike was parked on the drive. But then I noticed something else. “Your mum’s car isn’t here?” I questioned, as we pulled into the drive. “Nope!” AJ replied. And then he looked at me with this devilish grin. “They’re not gonna be home ‘till late!” FUCK! “Oh, and look at that …” he continued, looking down at his body. “I’m all pumped up!” FUUUUUCKKK!! My cock instantly swelled and I felt like I was going to explode with excitement. AJ gave a playful sigh and shook his head. “If only I had a cute, horny guy with a massive thing for bodybuilders to pose for!”
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  2. Hi guys, I've been lurking here for a while, and this seems like a really cool community. I was inspired to attempt writing a muscle-growth fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think. I don't know how much time I will have to write, so unfortunately I can't say when part 2 will be ready. *** Part 1 *** John sighed as he looked himself up and down in the mirror. He was sick of how plain he looked. 5’9”, skinny arms, slight belly, no muscle definition. Maybe 170lbs. He felt painfully average. He looked at the campus gym flier on his desk. There was a picture of a smiling, ripped athlete on the cover. Thick corded arms poking out of a bulging, campus-branded tank top. John had made a couple of aborted efforts in the gym in the past. Would this time be any different? With a sigh, John sat down and dialled the number on the flier. What did he have to lose? *** “Coach, you gotta agree. I am outgrowing this team.” Coach raised an eyebrow. “You're telling me you want to make varsity next semester?” “Hell yeah, Coach!” Coach had to admit that Jordan had improved a lot since he'd joined. The brawny teenager had the right build for a linebacker, but when he joined all he could do was throw his weight around. Maybe that worked in high school, but not so much at the collegiate level. Still, he trained hard and learned quickly. Coach had to admit he had talent. “Ok, kid. I’ll consider it. But you know, you’ll have to take your training to the next level. No more of this crap on the weekends.” “Shit, coach. What are you saying?” “Watch your language, kid. I’m saying you’ve put on 30 lbs so far this year, but how much of that was liquid calories?” “No way, Coach. That’s not fair. You know your varsity team drinks like fish.” “Yeah, but they know how to keep the weight off. Look, kid, I can make you a deal. If you can lose 15 lbs before the start of next semester without your strength going to crap, I’ll put a word in for you.” “Oh man, Coach! Thanks! I won’t let you down!” Truthfully, Jordan had never spent a lot of time improving his diet. But he had friends who had cut before. He was 220 lbs and 6’2”, it couldn’t be too hard to lose 15 lbs. *** John wasn’t totally new to the gym, so induction was pretty simple. He had a free trainer session to get him started. His trainer looked like a strongman, exactly the kind of build John dreamed of having. “Do you have a goal, man? Just trying to get fit?” John was distracted by the hairy, brawny forearms of his instructor. “Um, I wanna be less scrawny, I guess.” “A grower eh? Ha, I’ll give you the same program we give the football team. You need a nutrition plan?” “Uh, sure. Honestly, I don’t really know what I’m doing with my diet.” “Hey, don’t sweat it. We all start from somewhere. It’s $17 for a meal plan if you want.” Screw it. “OK, sure, that sounds good.” “Sweet! Ok, let’s go into my office and talk nutrition and programming...” *** The first two weeks of the cut went amazing. Jordan was eating 2500 calories, which was a 500-1000 deficit by his calculations. He looked and felt amazing. He couldn’t stop smiling in the changing room at the campus gym. He’d had abs before, but they were really cut now. He could tell that he was destined for the brick abs you see on the fitness magazines. He also noticed more vascularity on his forearms. They were one of his favourite body parts, naturally veiny but they were responding even better to the cut. Not only that, but his lifts had actually gone up dramatically. He didn’t know how to explain it but somehow he had broken a plateau. He was already one of the strongest players on the team, but now he was varsity material for sure. At the end of the second week, he confidently stepped on the scales in the locker room to check his progress. 228 lbs. Well, that was confusing. But maybe the scale was busted. Or maybe it was just a fluke. Like, the wrong time of day or something. There’s no way it could be right. He had missed the biggest kegger of the semester for this. No way he could have GAINED weight. He was on his best behaviour. It had to be a fluctuation - tomorrow it would be down for sure. *** The first couple of weeks, John was sweating like a pig after every workout. His form was sloppy at first but he got into it pretty quickly. The bigger problem was honestly the nutrition. His trainer had him chugging gainer shakes every day until John felt like he was going to throw up. Still, every weekend he did the prescribed meal prep; every morning he measured out his shakes and supplements; every meal got logged in the food diary. And after a couple of weeks, he did feel stronger. His lifts were going up and his arms weren't quite as scrawny as before. But his daily weigh-in hardly changed since he started. In fact, it had gone down slightly. John had gotten noticeably leaner - 165lbs down from 175. His PT said this was fairly normal for beginners and probably just "newbie gains". But just to be sure, he'd upped John's daily calorie intake by another 10%, so it was now sitting at a little over 3000. John had never eaten so much food so regularly, so he was pretty confident this would work. *** Jordan had been dieting for 6 weeks. He was eating so little now that he felt dizzy after every workout. He had started logging his meals and he was barely eating 1500 calories. But he was still gaining weight, albeit slowly, sitting at 232 lbs. He was freaking out. The semester was almost over and there was no way he could meet his target. Well, not without taking performance enhancing drugs... but then he'd fail any tests, for sure. When he looked in the mirror, it didn't make any sense. He was obviously in the best shape of his life. He looked big and cut, with more vascular forearms then he had ever seen. With a growl of frustration, Jordan resigned himself to confronting the coach about this next time he got the chance. *** John had run out of calories to add to his diet. It felt like his life had revolved around eating, or meal planning. At least, until the time he ate too much and threw it back up. That incident caused him to go back to the drawing board. Was this fitness thing working for him? Well, he couldn't deny he was in the best shape of his life. He had a six-pack for the first time. Admittedly it was a pretty slim six-pack, the kind of thing you see on athletic teenagers, who play soccer but never set foot in a weight room. Still, he was proud of it. That, and he was the strongest he had been in a long time. But something was off... His progress in the weight room had plateaued way earlier than the internet seemed to think it should. Yeah, you can't compare yourself to every guy in the gym, but still. Most full-grown men should be able to squat 200 lbs, right? So why couldn't he he break past 175? But the real worry was the amount of weight loss he'd gone through. Despite eating WAY over his resting metabolism, he'd somehow managed to LOSE 10 lbs. How is that even possible!? He had looked online and seen some freaky stuff - tapeworms and drugs that make people burn crazy amounts of calories. Could something like that have happened to him...? No way... that had to be paranoia. He would just go talk to his PT. He must have run into this problem before. *** "Coach!" The man was benching iron by himself after practice. He had been expecting to have the gym to himself. With a loud grunt, he heaved the weight into the rack. Jordan had never seen so much weight loaded onto a bar in real life. The bar was visibly bending under the pressure. He did a quick bit of mental arithmetic on the plates stacked on the bar - that was, what... 350 lbs total? "What's the big idea, kid?" "S... sorry coach," Jordan mumbled. Coach's former linebacker physique was pumped and intimidating. "Listen, can we talk about the varsity team..." "Oh yeah, how's that going? I heard from your teammates that you're a changed man. Your performance has improved lately as well." "Coach, I know you're not going to believe this. I tried, I really did. But I haven't been able to lose the weight you wanted me to." "Huh?" Coach was confused. "How is that possible? You're, like... the most cut guy on the team right now." It was true. Jason was noticeably more vascular, with a more defined 6-pack, than anyone on his team. (And, truthfully, most of the varsity team as well.) "I don't know what to tell you, man. I've cut so much food I feel like crap all day. I get dizzy every time I work out. I think something might be medically wrong with me." Coach frowned and crossed his thick, hairy arms. "Geez, ok. Look, let me book an appointment with a doctor and we'll get you checked out. Until then, stop going to gym and I'm going to pull you from the team." Jordan looked devastated. "Sorry buddy, I have a duty to take care of you. It won't be a long break. Who knows, the extra recovery might be good for you." The jock sighed in frustration. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. But Coach was right, and he knew it... *** John's trainer got him a bunch of bloodwork done and a physical at the campus medical centre. The physical confirmed what John had thought - the young man had anomalously low body weight, not dangerous exactly, but lower than would expected of a normal man his age, especially given his physical regimen and diet plan. The working hypothesis was that John had an eating disorder. His vomitting incident was evidence that his body had started rejecting food. The most likely explanation was psychological. John was admittedly confused by this. If anything, psychologically he felt the opposite. He was actively trying to get huge! But the doctor said that the brain worked in mysterious ways... So, John waited to hear back from the clinic. Sometimes, he felt despondent. The doctor said that if it was an eating disorder he might have to be hospitalised and fed intravenously. But for now, they were waiting for some bloodwork to rule out some more obscure alternative diagnoses. In the mean time, John kept working out and eating as much as he could force himself too. He was sitting at 162 lbs, down from 175 at the start. He still looked healthy - he even had vascular forearms for the first time in his life. But he did feel noticeably lethargic and weak. Every time he finished a gym session, he was so exhuasted he had to crash onto his bed as soon as he got home. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep lifting weights like this. *** Jordan was the most restless he'd ever been in his life. He had been training weights since he was 15 and taking a break was driving him crazy. Usually he enjoyed taking time off, but then normally he had hobbies to distract him like skiing or surfing. But Coach had forbidden it. He had way more energy now that he was eating a normal diet. But he couldn't spend it doing stuff he enjoyed. He spent a lot of time alone in the house. He found he had a lot of sexual energy, so he hooked up with a few girls from around campus - some friends of friends, some tinder matches - but it didn't satisfy him for long and it was a lot of effort, so more and more he found himself jerking off by himself. Of course, to start with, his masturbation was fuelled by porn. But as the days passed, watching women's bodies wasn't doing it for him any more. And men's bodies didn't exactly do it for him, either. There was really only one body that turned him on, and it was his own. There was no question that Jordan had the best natural body on campus. By this point, he was 250 lbs of 19 year-old beef. His 48" pecs jutted out over his killer 6-pack. He had a perfect adonis belt and thick arms. Naturally hairless except the wispy growths in the pits beneath his wide shoulders. His 34" waist gave him perfect proportions. He could easily give up football and do bodybuilding instead. Fuck, he knew some guys on juice who were competing, and he was already bigger than they were. Jordan spent many evenings in his room practicing flexing his muscles. It was honestly bothering him slightly. Until recently, he would get laid regularly, and masturbate every once in a while as a backup. Now, it was reversed - he found admiring himself to be a lot more satisfying than having sex with women. They just didn't excite him like his own physique did. *** After about 3 weeks, Jordan and John both got a phone call telling them to come to the medical campus immediately. When they arrived, a pair of hospital staff escorted them deep into the facility. Along the way, John noticed a bunch of biohazard warnings. The two of them sat in a waiting room for 10 minutes. John was in awe of the muscular stud in front of him. He looked like a wet dream made into flesh. He was wearing shorts, trainers and a tank top, that left very little to the imagination. Jordan didn't really pay much attention to the small, unimposing Jordan. He thought that he looked kind of gay. "Twinks", Jordan thought to himself, "that's the skinny gay thing, right?" Eventually, they were called into a doctor's office. An athletic, middle-aged man greeted them. He had quite a serious expression, and spoke solemnly to the two students in an Eastern-European accent. "Boys, you can call me Doctor Ben. You've been called here because you both had bloodwork done, and the results were quite unambiguous. I'm afraid to tell you that you've both been infected by a virus. Unfortunately, it's an extremely rare disease for which there is no known cure. It seems to exclusively target men, preferentially young men. "The good news is that we believe it is not life-threatening. Typically, the infection lasts 2-4 months before leaving your system. You will need to be quarantined until the infection runs its course. Unfortunately, it will not be possible to continue your studies - you will have to repeat this year's education. "The virus is known as 'adonivirus', a reference to the Greek god Adonis, although the name can be misleading. The virus takes over cells primarily in adipose and muscular tissue, although it has a preference for muscle tissue. How the course of infection progresses varies depending on the immune response. "The body naturally tries to fight the infection by 'eating' its own fat and muscle tissue. The body no longer needs as much energy from food, and it will reject food if you try to overeat. Eventually, the body wastes away to the point that the virus can't sustain itself, and it dies out. The body will slowly recover, but the enhanced metabolism can persist for many years. Although it sounds bad, the long term survival prognosis is quite good, and people who survive the initial infection are typically able to maintain a healthy body weight. "However, for some people, the virus operates very differently. If your body lacks the right genes for fighting the infection, the virus can grow unchecked. "The virus starts by infecting the muscle and adipose tissue. Once there is no tissue left to infect, it begins to compromise the entire endocrine system - that's the body's hormone system. The goal is to maximise the body's ability to gain muscle mass. In extreme cases, the virus has been known to have other side effects as well, that appear to enhance the body's ability to grow beyond its natural limits. "Eventually, the virus population grows out of control and burns itself out. We still aren't sure how this happens. Unlike the immune system response, the changes that the virus makes are permanent. "In the past, doctors have tried to limit the effects of the virus, for example by artificially restoring the hormone balance in patients. However, this approach backfired - the virus simply redoubles its efforts, resulting in even more severe body changes. So, the best practice is to try the opposite approach, and 'cooperate' with the virus until it burns itself out, through weight training. "In both cases, you will need specialist nutrition and exercise plans. Because this disease is so rare, only a handful of medical practictioners around the world are able to treat it. I am the most senior expert on the virus in the world, and the government has asked me to treat you. Until I give the all-clear, you are legally forbidden from leaving this facility. "I have been studying this virus for 15 years, and I was flown here specifically to prepare this facility for you. The truth is, we have never had two cases this early in the disease lifecycle. If we are better able to understand this disease, it could be life-changing for millions of people. Not only other people who become infected, but if we are able to reverse-engineer the mechanisms that the virus uses, we could revolutionise the way that we treat obesity and frailty around the world. "For this reason, we would like to recruit you into a research study on the effects of the virus. If you agree, as an added incentive, we will waive your tuition loan and give each of you a $150,000 one-off payment. I want you to know that we are completely serious about this opportunity. "We will need to do regular checks on your blood and vital organs, and occasional body scans. But our interventions will be purely observational. We don't intend to deviate from existing treatment best practices. "Anyway, you don't have to decide right away. We can talk about this more tomorrow morning. I have prepared the paperwork for you to review in your sleeping quarters. Unfortunately, I only had time to properly quarantine a single bedroom. So, until I am able to prepare a second room, you will have to share. I must remind you that, although participation in this study is voluntary, your quarantine is not. "I'm sorry boys, this must be a lot to take in... if you have any questions, I would be happy to talk you through them..." *** John's head was spinning when he was dropped off in his room. The concrete walls were painted a clinical white, except for one wall of mirrors. There was a lot of space, two hospital beds and a couple of desks, as well as two wardrobes. Apparently John had been processed faster than Jordan, because the jock wasn't there yet. Next to each bed were some stacks of cardboard boxes. John opened one and found it contained a bunch of his clothing and possessions. There was a note attached to it. "John," it said. On the back, it said "Unfortunately, you won't be able to take any of this back with you after you leave. It will need to be destroyed. We will pay to replace them. Sorry. - Dr. Ben" None of this felt real to John. He dug through his stuff until he found his laptop. It worked fine, and the room had campus WiFi. He tried to call his parents, but they wouldn't pick up. He left them a message asking them to call right away. John was exhausted - not just from the events of the day, he was also generally fatigued, these days. Eventually, he passed out in bed, unable to keep his eyes open, waiting for Jordan to get in. *** Dr. Ben had run a full suite of physical exams for Jordan, almost as much as Coach had run when Jordan had first signed up to football. It was the first exercise Jordan had done in weeks, but he crushed it. He didn't get out until after midnight, but when he got into his room, he was still pumped with energy. His roommate looked like he was fast asleep when he got in. Jordan peeled off his sweaty atheltic gear and chucked it on the ground, trying not to wake him. The lights had been dimmed, but he could make out a whole wall of mirrors. Sweet, he thought. This place was even better than his old room! Chucking off his trainers and socks, the teen whipped out his semi-hard, 8-inch cock. Nothing to quickly burn through some energy than a quick flex and jerk-off, right? Jordan had always been pleased with his above-average endowment, it rounded off his physique perfectly. He wondered if the little twink had woken up and was watching, and it make his dick twitch. He put on a show for the mirror. Starting with a double bicep pose, his 20" arms bulging, his pits slightly damp from exertion, his large cock jutting out from his 34" waist. Then he followed it up with a most muscular. He could swear he looked bigger than last time. The realisation went straight to his cock. The huge mirror made his physique look even more awesome. As he bounced his pecs, his dick jumped to the rythm. "God, I hope the little runt is awake," he though to himself. "Oh, jesus. I'm so powerful. God damn..." After a few minutes of this, his cock erupted hands-free, all over the floor, making a faint, sloppy slap with each jet. Jordan hadn't thought about how to handle it. So as he came down from his post-orgasm high, he grabbed his used underwear and wiped it up as best he could. Although, there was a lot to get through. Jordan collapsed on his bed, naked, on top of the covers, his cock still half-hard - it was never fully satisfied these days - and thought to himself about everything. He was gonna have to break it to his parents that he wouldn't make varsity this year. Would he even be allowed to play sports now? Geez, what was he going to do with his life? After a few minutes, though, the post-orgasm high faded and Jordan faded into a comfortable night's sleep.
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  3. Forced to be bro Coach pushed the button again. Josh's fear didn't fade away. If anything, it increased. But it was now increasingly mixed with something else. A, now familiar, fourth warm wave of heaviness, and yet lightness, spread through his body in a pleasant way, and he became aware of his body in a new way. Heaviness. And yet lightness. He was soaked in the ugly-smelling cold-sweat he had exuded, when he struggled and resisted Coach. It had been to no avail. Coach was bigger than Josh, the sort of man Josh had aspired to become. Now, he found himself strapped to a chair in the locker room, an IV needle inserted in his arm and weird electrode-looking stuff fastened to all his major muscles, and temples even. Coach had probably gone insane, and Josh feared for his life. God knows what unsafe substance Coach allowed to enter Josh's body? And the electronic equipment? Weird ideas by a weird man. Coach pushed the button again. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. The terrified incoherent chatter in Josh's mind ran in all directions. He felt dizzy, nauseous. His compression shirt clung to his waist, chest and shoulders in a sticky way. His feet felt heavy inside his trainers, and he could sense the scent of his athletic socks, as they clung to his calves: The honest sweat after a workout, reeking in the locker room. Male sweat. The testimony, that he had done his best, and performed well. Coach pushed the button again. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. It had happened after the others had already left. Josh had been delayed – on purpose, as he now realised. He knew, that Coach wanted to increase his (and the other members') performance, and some sorts of supplements (not all of them entirely legal) had been part of the routine for some time, now. But this sort of drip-plus-electrodes was something unknown and entirely new, and Josh felt rigid by fear. Side-effects? Consequences? Forced to undergo whatever Coach wanted him to undergo. Coach pushed the button again. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. It actually felt rather good. One part of him began to relax. The excitement of another part of him had just begun to increase. He felt so present. Bodily present. In the chair. His arms resting in the armchair. His bum at the seat. Thinking of that, his glutes felt warm, too. Hot and sore, like after a leg workout. Legs. Thinking of that, his quads and hamstrings felt hot and sore, too. Like some pump going on. Which was actually a nice feeling. Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. In a pleasant way. Relaxed and excited at the same time. Bodily present and resting. All his muscles felt hot, sore and firm. Like after a workout. His socks clung to his calves. Calves felt like concrete blocks now. He was unable to lift his legs. He felt so relaxed, so he couldn't move his back. Hot, sore and firm back. His compression shirt expanded, tight around his widening back, expanding chest and bulging shoulders. The expanse of his back, chest and shoulders defined and limited by the compression shirt – a definition and limit now changing. Moving. Expanding. Redefining former definitions and limits. Hot, sore and firm chest. Hot, sore and firm shoulders: All three parts of his shoulders. Rear, middle and front. Bulging. Bulbous. Hot and sore. Felt good. Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. Yes, it literally felt good. Why bother? Why worried before? Felt pumped. Felt growing. Felt like a real bruiser taking his medicine. Wow. Bigger than coach now. Biggest. Not so sore any longer. Better. Felt better. Hot and firm body. No: Hot and hard body. So good. Shoulders and traps. Growing in all direction. So good. Huge. Ravine forming between his pecs. Oh, fuck, yes, deeper! Deeper! Continuing between abs. Pain. Good pain. Harder. Harder abs. Narrow waist. Heat in quads. Expanding. Heat in hamstrings. Expanding. Heat. Burning heat in calves. Socks expanding around his calves. Shorts felt uncomfortable. Mostly uncomfortable. One aspect of his shorts felt comfortable: His meat inside the jockstrap. Throbbing inside the jockstrap. Throbbing against his shorts. Big legs. Oh, fuck, his arms, too! HIS ARMS! Coach pushed the button again. Warm. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. He shuddered in the chair now. Shuddered by the power that flowed into him, shuddered by growth, shuddered by the FEELING of it. Fuck yeah! Look at this! Thug brawn! Real bro! Jock power! Not sore. Heat. Heavy and light. And power. This strength. So good. Condition! Changing limits. Expanding all over! Real ace, innit. Wait until I show up at home and show Olivia THIS. And the throbbing python. Impress her. This bro. With bro muscle. No, more: Muscle-god. Felt awesome. Becoming more. Becoming... Oh, fuck, so AWESOME! Like he was built of bowling balls, footballs. Medicine balls. Melons. GRANITE GLOBES! Fuck, look at this! Look at me! LOOK AT ME! Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Body. Spread. In a pleasant way. His body spasmed and convulsed in a sweet way now: Yeah, real sweet, innit. How would he be able to think about numbers, figures, stats now? They didn't matter. BIG was what mattered. BIG. BIGGER. HUGE. Steel-hard. More! Yes! More! The heat. The pleasure. The growth. Muscle-god heat. Muscle-god pleasure. Muscle-god growth. It didn't matter, that Coach had a hard-on in his tracksuit bottoms. Look at me, you insignificant shit! Look at this muscle mass! Tremble before me, you bloody wanker! Tremble before this MASS MONSTER! So good. His shorts ripping apart. Unable to resist his ENGORGED quads and POWER hamstrings, letting the throbbing jock out. I'm AWESOME! All body throbbing now. Throbbing of power. Throbbing of growth. Muscle-god power. Muscle-god growth. Wow. The compression shirt. Couldn't take it anymore. Not with THIS back and chest inside! Exploding out of my clothes! Unable to contain me! No limits! UNLIMITED GROWTH! Expanding. HARD! HARDER! INVINCIBLE! These traps! This bull-neck! Love it! The scent. My bro sweat. My jock sweat. My muscle-god sweat. Fuck, yeah, inhale my ultra-testo, fukking tosser. The URGE! More! Need more! Must have more muscle mass! The definition! Unbelievable! These veins! Pump beyond pump. Even better! Bulging all over. Muscle ecstacy! UNLIMITED STRENGTH! Ripping these weak straps apart. Don't stare, dweeb. I will remain in this chair. I will sit on this THRONE OF GAINZ and ABSORB all ultra-gear and all POWER juice you can cram into me. His instincts told him to flex. He flexed. It felt good. Coach looked scared now. It felt good, too. Obey me! NEED MORE!!! Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Body. Muscle. Power. Spread. Pleasure. The being, that had been Josh, was now unable to think coherently, even less speak coherently. As it rapidly indurated and spread in all directions it moaned and groaned. Grunted. Roared. Bellowed. It had the power inside it. It embodied power. It was power. It was strength. It was masculinity. It was brawn. It was mass. It grew, gained, bulged and expanded. Its roars and bellows intensified. The scent of sweat and pre-cum was very intense in the locker room, now. Coach pushed the button again. Heat. Wave. Growth. Gainz. Heaviness. And yet lightness. Awareness of. Power. Bulging. Body. Engorged. Muscle. Coach pushed the button again. Power. Spread. Pleasure. Coach pushed the button again. Coach pushed the button again. Power. Oh, fukk, look at me Coach! Pleasure. Power. Uhnnnnn. Pleasure. Uhnnnnnn. Power. Fuck, yes, MORE! Pleasure. Fukk, can't belive... Innit? So... Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power. Pleasure. Power! Pleasure! Power!!! Pleasure!!! Power!!!!! Pleasure!!!!! POWER!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!! POW... Oh, fukk!!!!! Uhh! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASURE!!!!!!!! PLEASU ... Coach pushed the button again.
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  4. Glad you're still enjoying it, matie! I think the story was probably due another cliffhanger! ? AJ meeting Noah's mum? Hmmm. That could be interesting! ?
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  5. Just great chapter mate. LAMO ??? I love the set up for the next chapter. I can’t wait for the muscle worship session. You ended the chapter just right letting us hang. ARGH. I can’t wait either for AJ to meet Noah’s mom. I just can’t wait period. I know I’m repeating myself but I’m totally in love with Noah and AJ. Keep on the good work and thank you for making my Sunday morning just a little more special. ?????
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  6. Thanks, mate! Next one's polished and ready to go!
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  7. man yes!!!!! next chapter muscle worship!!!! look forward to this story all the time , love seeing the update notifications and love seeing notifications from muscleaddict even more !!!! this story is amazing please please dont ever stop posting it !!!????
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  8. Yes!!! The first real full fledged worship session coming up? Noah is going to throughly enjoy those green posers and AJs pumped muscle... so good. Awesome work, MuscleAddict! Keep it up, please!!! Definitley looking forward to the next chapter.
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  9. Dad’s Changes - Part 1: Pick Up Although Dad and I always got along well when I was growing up there were times I’d look at the other younger dads and wish mine was more like them. I’d see them at the park playing with my friends; young, sporty and cool dads. My dad was definitely not what you’d call young and cool; a maths teacher with grey receding hairline, a bit of a pot belly and the cheesiest Dad jokes imaginable. Although he was a bit older he was still pretty active. He’s always the first on the slopes when we go skiing, always the first to give a track a go when mountain biking and he’s always keen to take the boat out and go fishing. This year is a milestone year for us both. I turn thirty and he has just hit retirement. I guess it’s to be expected that it’s a time for big changes for him. More time to spend on his passions, like his boat and fishing. So with some annual leave owed to me I thought it was a good time to head down from my home in the city to see how retired life was treating him. In the usual spot at the station he was there is his ute, the name we use for a pick up truck here in the South Pacific. I threw my bag in the tray and came round to give him a hug. When I rounded the cab I did a double take; the man getting out was undeniably Dad with his blue eyes and bristly moustache but everything else about him felt just a bit different. Was that definition in his forearms when he reached around me to give me a hug? Was his stomach now suddenly flat and his hair thick and full? It wasn’t until his arms were around me that I felt the strength. Dad was fit! Where did this come from? What happened? We got in the ute and started driving back home. I couldn’t take my eyes off Dad. Everywhere it was evident things had changed, all over he was toned and built. While I looked him up and down I realised Dad was speaking to me about some project he was working on but I couldn't focus at all on what he was saying. Finally I noticed we’d pulled over and Dad had a giant smirk on his face. ‘Notice a few changes huh son?’ I nodded weakly. ‘This change of lifestyle has really done me a world of good. I feel like a new man!’ ‘Well what’s changed Dad?’ I asked. ‘Well since work finished I joined the local gym down the road, just to fill in some of my spare time I guess. I didn’t think it’d make any difference but I have time on my hands now!’ He grinned So ‘I met a couple of nice guys there and they set me up with a bit of a programme. I never guessed it would make much of a difference but I guess what I’ve been doing has been working.’ As he said that he flexed his arm in front of me and my eyes fixed on the sizeable mound that appeared through his t-shirt fabric. ‘This is crazy Dad!’ I finally muttered without taking my eyes off his biceps. Like a zombie I reached out and give his arm a squeeze just to see if it really was real. It was hard, really hard and in response to my touch Dad gave it another flex. I could tell that there was more than just a little definition there. ‘So as you can see I’ve been growing! All over too! Everywhere except for this I guess’ he said patting his tight belly ‘Even my hair has been growing back in!’ Looking at him I could see he was right. He did seem bigger all over. ‘Even this has been growing’ and he gave a quick squeeze of his crotch. My mouth dropped. My eyes had followed his hands to his crotch and watch him squeeze his package. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. His pants were tight and full. And his package seemed to be growing more right under my eyes. Unconsciously my hand had still be squeezing dads bicep. But I felt it move towards his crotch. I couldn’t stop it. I had to give it a squeeze myself. Dad must have realised what was coming next. He didn’t stop me, instead he moved his hand to give me full access. My hand wrapped around the bulge that was pushing out my dad's chinos. It felt meaty, full and burning hot. I felt the bulge throb under my touch and proceed to grow even larger. I felt dads arm wrap me around my shoulders. I felt the strength in his arms and shoulders as he pulled me in closer. ‘Who would’ve guessed your dad would get bigger at my age.’ I felt myself sink into his embrace and felt his strong arms and hard chest against me. I realised I was now squeezing dad’s cock through his chinos. And then I realised my face was now right next to dads. His silver moustache framed his full lips and his blue eyes pierced right into me. I felt myself in slow motion falling into him. Our lips met and I felt a shock of electricity. Never before did I ever have any thoughts or feelings about my dad in this way. Never would I have ever imagined here I would be, on the side of the road in my dad’s arms, kissing him… But something had changed. This wasn’t the dorky unfit maths teacher I once knew. This was a strong dominatinate man I was unable to resist. I felt his arm reach up and grab the back of my head as I feel into the passionate kiss. His tongue entered my mouth as I felt his moustache against my lips. His kiss intoxified me. Dad moved my hand from his crotch and slowly began to loosen the button and unzip the fly. With his pants open I couldn’t help but stare at the huge throbbing member now visible through his white y fronts. It was incredible. Clearly far too big for the confines of his underpants. He slid his thumb under the waistband and slowly pulled his undies down and under his balls. I was mesmerised by the cock that stood in front of me. Pushing the 9 or 10 inch mark easily and with a thickness to match. His balls not only matching in proportion looked so hefty they must have been at least double normal size. Despite being overwhelmed by the sight of this magnificent cock I couldn’t help but notice other changes that had taken place with Dad. When he lowered his pants he also pulled up his shirt to make room for his hard cock. His exposed belly which only months ago poked out over his belt line now rippled with hard abs clearly defined on either side of his silver snail trail. His legs either side of his huge smooth balls were now equally large and defined with muscle. I felt my hand explore this new found muscle and run up his rippled abs and push his shirt up higher. As more of his torso was revealed I began to get a sense for just how dramatic the changes actually had been. Where only months before I would have expected to see some soft hairy man tits my hands now found hard and pointed nipples sticking downwards from two large, round and muscular pecs. My mouth left my dad’s lips and found one of his hard nipples. I heard a deep moan from him as I sucked and nibbled on the rock hard nipple. Dad slightly arched his back in response to my touch which just accentuated the ripped torso he now possessed. I found my lips leaving his hard nips and travelling down his ripped abs until I was met with his huge throbbing, angry looking cock. I felt a desire like I’ve never felt before. This was it, the point of no return. Things would never be the same after this. I decided in that moment to put aside my doubts and follow my instinct. I had to wrap my mouth around that huge cock, my whole body compelled me to. I opened my mouth wide to take in the huge flared head of his cock and slid my lips down his shaft. I could clearly feel the veins running down the length of his cock. Dad let out a deep guttural moan as I filled my mouth with his burning hot member. Before I’d even reached halfway down his cock my mouth was already stuffed completely full. I began bobbing up and down on dads huge thick rod and a rumbling sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. ‘Ah son!’ Dad sighed, ‘you really are a natural at this. Yeah suck on your daddy’s thick cock!’ Hearing Dad talk to me in that way turned me on even more than I already was. I needed more of his cock. Despite his girth I knew I wanted to swallow him fully. On the next downward stroke I pushed further till his thick head was right at the back of my mouth and squeezed him down my throat. Slowly I swallowed inch after inch until all the remaining inches of his 10+ inch cock were either in my mouth or down my throat. I felt my lips brush up against his pubes and the smell of his balls intoxified me. ‘Fuck son!’. He roared and he grabbed the back of my head with his meaty hand and began guiding my head up and down on the full length of his cock. On the upstroke I’d try to swallow whatever air I could before my throat got stretched wide on the next downward stroke. Gradually I could feel his tempo pick up and suddenly he gripped my head steady and held me in place and began face fucking me hard. Tears rolled down my checks and my lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen but despite this I was loving the power and dominance my changed Dad had over me. My own cock which I’d ignored till now begged for release. I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and lowered them letting my own 8 inch cock free. I’ve always been proud of my cock, and it’s one of the biggest of all my buddies but next to dads huge impressive cock it didn’t compare at all. I started stroking my cock as Dad fucked my throat. He reached his arm down behind me and grabbed my ass. ‘Hot ass you got here son’ he said as he gave it a squeeze. His finger slid down my crack as he explored my ass further till he found my smooth and tight pucker. He played with my ass lips and the entrance to my hole. This was driving me crazy and I moaned with a mouth and throat full of my daddy’s cock. He lifted his hand to his mouth and spat on it before finding my crack again and sliding straight into my hole. He started sliding in and out of my hole with his fat middle finger. I arched my back in pleasure and his cock slid out of my mouth. ‘Fuck yeah Dad.’ I groaned. He took no notice of this and just grabbed my head and slammed it back on his cock. He slid another finger in my hole. And before long he was finger fucking me as hard as as he was fucking my throat with his cock. I was amazed at what my dad had become. I would’ve never imagine he would anything other than the old Dad I knew, let alone become this dominant, massively hung and hugely muscled daddy. Dad lifted me off his cock and then pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. I suddenly became aware that we were still just parked up on the side of the country road halfway back to his house. Every so often a car would drive past. But Dad didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care that his own son was sucking his cock in plain sight if anyone cared to look in the cab of his ute. He was a changed man now and his body had needs and no one was getting in the way of those needs being met. Dad picked me up in his strong powerful arms and positioned me over his lap face to face. It was only now that I really began to appreciate the muscle mass Dad had stacked on in such a short time. His pecs stood out like a shelf and his nips pointed down. His traps bulged and his neck looked so thick. Lifting me up had made his arms bulge to the point where they looked like they were growing right in front of my eyes. He had me kneel either side of his thick legs. He spat on his hand and spread his spit between my ass cheeks and slicked me up. He began lowering me down onto his cock. Due to my own sizeable cock I’m usually the top when it comes to sex but my dominant muscle daddy didn’t give me a chance to protest. I knew his huge muscle cock was about to spread me wide open and there was nothing I could do to stop it. His big head slid along my crack till he found my pucker. Next thing I knew he pushed me down forcefully onto his cock. I instantly felt the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. The pain of being torn apart by this huge cock was mixed with pure lust from feeling my newly muscle daddy penetrating me for the first time. I let out a sound that was halfway between a yell of pain and a moan of pleasure and Dad proceeded to rock me up and down on his huge shaft as more and more of his hot cock slid into me. ‘That’s right boy. Let’s see you take all of you dad’s cock inside that tight hole of yours, that’s a good boy.’ he growled as he roughly pushed me down the final few inches until I felt his balls hit my stretched puckered hole. He pulled my face down into his and we kissed roughly. He grabbed my ass to bounce me up and down on his cock. I felt the whole length of his massive cock as I slid up and down upon it. Once he had got me into a rhythm he took his hands off my butt and put his arms behind his head. This caused his shoulders and biceps to bulge massively more than I imagined possible. The sight of this turned me on so much I began fucking myself even faster on his fat cock. My hard cock slapped on his ripped abs and a drop of precum formed at the head. He reached down and swiped this off my cock and rubbed it on his lips. He then pulled me down and kissed me letting me taste my own precum on his lips. As we kissed he pinched my nipples hard which caused me to shudder all over and let out a deep moan. I was so turned on I began pounding myself on dad’s cock faster and harder than ever. I pinched his big hard nipples too and he let out a groan to match my own. His cock deep inside of me seemed to be pulsing and growing even larger and harder. Every downward thrust felt deeper and my hole felt more stretched out that ever before. He grabbed my butt and spread my cheeks wide and started slamming into me with more force than I felt like I could take. All I could feel was my ass pulsing around his enormous cock and his own cock hot and pulsing inside of me. I couldn’t take it any longer. I screamed as my cock started violently unloading all over dad's chest. This caused my hole to tense tight around dad’s cock and this sent him over the edge too. While my own cock continued to unload I heard Dad let out a roar and I felt his cock explode inside me. More and more he pumped into me I couldn’t count how many times he shot deep inside me. He pulled me down and kissed me hard and as he did he fat cock slid out of my abused hole still pumping load after load. My whole body felt weak and I collapsed into his arms. When my mind cleared I realised my whole body was twitching all over. My hole was gaping and out was spilling copious amounts of my own daddy’s cum. ‘Dad that was amazing!’ I exclaimed as I lay in his arms. ‘It was son, you took my cock like a champ!’ With that he reached down and ran his fingers over my abused hole and collected the cum that was dribbling out of me. He brought it to his lips and took it in his mouth. I kissed him and we shared a sloppy cum filled kiss. Finally Dad lifted me off his lap and sat me back beside him on the seat of the cab. I looked down at his cock. It looked massive. It was at least 12 inches now of thick pulsing man meat. Then I noticed all over his body it looked like he had just blown up in size. He looked bigger all over. ‘Dad what the hell is going on. You look even bigger than before!’ ‘Son I’ve got somewhere to take you before we head home, and that might shed some light on some of these changes I’ve been going through. In the meantime, why don’t you lean down here and clean this up.’ Without a second thought I leaned down and started licking up my cum from his abs and his cum that had spilled all down his fat cock. ‘That’s a good boy’ Dad said as he started the engine of the ute and pulled into the traffic.
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  10. Enjoying it? No, I’M LOVING IT Mate! I look forward to every chapter because the story is so well written, the characters sound and feel real. Plus, of course, all the Muscle Worship and Sex helps it too.?????
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  12. (Continuing with the "first date" from Roger's perspective. I was going to finish this part before posting but it is clearly taking time so I will do it in two parts.) Roger led Ben through his apartment. He could tell the young man was impressed. He just hoped that Ben was impressed by more than just the expensive furniture. Ben followed Roger outside onto the balcony. Roger could see his guest was taken back by the stunning view of the skyline. They walked over to the bannister at the ledge. As Ben grabbed ahold of the bannister and looked out across the city, Roger’s eyes were busy enjoying a view of the young adonis next to him. Roger decided it was official: he was in lust. Roger saw that Ben had not simply thrown on an old t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but instead had worn off clothes that showed off his assets - blue shor tight enough around the chest to highlight the impressive pecs and shoulders with short sleeves , and pants snug around the gym-sculpted ass. This was how you dressed for a hot date you wanted to impress, not to waste a few hours with a charity visit to some lonely old guy you met. However, maybe Ben was planning on meeting some girl later on. Roger decided to hope that wasn’t the case. "Ben, I wanted you to know I really appreciate your coming over tonight." "Thanks for asking me. I appreciated the work out you gave me this morning." "My pleasure. I have been lifting weights about as long as you've been alive." "If you don't mind me asking, Roger, just how old are you?" Roger hesitated for a second. A quick google search on Roger’s name would provide the information given the press coverage of the sale of his company, so not much point in lying, even though Roger knew he could get away with shaving off five years. “51” Roger momentariy winced as he could tell Ben was a bit taken back by the number and realizing that Ben actually was more than old enough to be his father. "Damn, Roger, you look good …” "For an old man? Thanks a lot, Ben." There was a moment of silence, and Roger could tell Ben’s eyes were looking him up and down. Roger couldn’t help himself and flexed his pecs ever so slightly. "No, Roger . . . you look real good . . . period." Roger just couldn’t turn down an invitation like that. "Thanks, Ben, you're pretty hot yourself." A moment of awkward silence followed. Roger was a bit startled himself that he had been so direct, and he thought for a second that Ben might head for the door. However, although obviously a bit flustered, the young adonis held his ground. "Yeah, well glad you noticed." Roger was impressed that Ben though obviously uncomfortable found the guts to respond. He couldn’t help himself from being even a bit more leading. "Trust me, I did." Roger could see that this was new territory for Ben and he was struggling to find something to say. “Well. . . good.” Roger thought it best to move the conversation into a safer terrain. And maybe this was a chance to find out just what was this kid’s story. “Yeah. I wondered what a good looking guy like you was doing free on a Saturday night. No one special in your life right now?” Roger noticed that Ben moved his gaze off Roger for a minute and took in the view of the city from the penthouse balcony. “Not really. Since I got out of college I’ve dated but no one special. How about you, how long have you been divorced?” Roger forgot he had mentioned to Ben at the gym that he was divorced. He really did not want to discuss the subject at length. “Three years now.” “Anyone since then?” Roger decided to make his response a bit of a challenge. “I’ve tried but no one I meet seems to have the stamina to keep up with me.” Roger hoped his response was heard as a challenge, even though it was likely Ben was a guy with plenty of stamina. "So, Roger, what sports did you play in school?” "Actually none. I was a fat nerd all the way through college." Roger could tell Ben was genuinely surprised. "You're kidding. What happened?" "When I made my first million, I got a trainer and started taking care of myself seriously." "He must have been damn good." Roger’s mind drifted for a second to Tom, who would probably have already carried Ben off to his bedroom. "He was. And I was highly motivated." “You must have been to get where you are now.” Roger took it as a good sign that Ben kept bringing the conversation back to how impressed he was with Roger’s body. Roger knew he needed to make clear Ben could inspect it as closely as he wanted. “I learned early in life if you know you want something, you should go after it completely without apology.” “Good approach if you know what it is you want.” “For me that has never been a problem. Right now I have a hankering for some beef. How about you, Ben?” Roger wondered what was registering behind Ben’s beautiful blue eyes. Could he tell Roger was hitting on him? He brought out some steaks and beers, and they sat and chatted about sports teams. Roger did his very best not to stare and drool. He noticed that occasionally he and Ben would lock eyes for a second and then Ben would look down, and Roger thought he noticed a bit of a blush on Ben’s face. Roger wanted an excuse to get closer to Ben, so he suggested they watch a movie on his new oversized television. Roger looked over his pile of films on disk, and immediately zeroed in on Casino Royale, Daniel Craig’s first Bond movie. His mind flashed to the scene in the middle of the film where Craig emerges from the ocean in a Speedo, the camera slowly panning down his lean, muscular torso. It always got a rise out of Roger. Maybe it would have the same effect on Ben. Roger could hope so, anyway. As Roger loaded the movie in the player, he saw Ben sitting down in the middle of the coach in the reflection on the tv screen. Even in distorted reflection, Ben was strikingly handsome. Roger noticed his own pulse was starting to pound a bit, and he quietly took a deep breath to relax. Roger wondered if any of Tom’s boy toys made him this nervous. Probably not, but then Tom’s flings were always pretty but empty - nothing like the impressive young man waiting for him across the room. Roger knew he needed another beer - he could work off the carbs tomorrow - so went out to the kitchen and got two more. He handed Ben on of the beers as he sat himself down on the couch, so that their legs were touching. Roger noted that Ben didn’t pull away. Roger used the remote to dim the room lights and start the movie. As the film started, he raised his beer bottle to Ben to clink. As their bottles knocked against each other, his eyes met Ben’s, and they locked for about five seconds. Roger managed to resist the urge to attempt to lock lips. Ben lifted his bottle to his mouth to take a swig, but Roger could tell Ben’s eyes were still directed at Roger.
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