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  1. 7 points
    Every year the Hitchens family would gather together for Christmas and New Years. The two Hitchens boys, now both family men were larger than life characters. Both towering lumberjack like men who led the festivities and their wives and kids would follow. Harry Hitchens was the proud father to two boys, both athletes and both the apples of their fathers eye. Sam Hitchens, the eldest, was now a star athlete at his college, on the fast track to professional stardom and already an Olympic god medalist in track, before he filled out at 16 and his muscle mass slowed him down too much to be any sort of track runner. Scott Hitchens, the baby, was pretty much a younger version of his elder brother. He was tall and thick with muscle. His messy blond hair always looking nearly perfect like he’d just walked off a catwalk, his youthful yet masculine face naturally falling into a cocky smirk. Roger Hitchens was the proud ‘as much as a father naturally should be’ father of one son. His son Lucas had been completely bypassed by the Hitchens genes. He was short, he was chubby. His dark hair shiny from grease and his face caked in a crust of spots. He and Scott were the same age, but light years apart in every possible way. Yet they were forced to share a room for the holidays. Since Sam had moved onto college he spent all his time in the penthouse apartment he’d lucked himself into having, and barely spent any time at home. His room, the largest bedroom in the house, had been taken over by Scott and Scott’s old room had been converted into a shrine to the greatness that was Sam Hitchens. Lucas’ parents had gotten the spare room and Lucas had to sleep on the floor of Scott’s room, hearing the big lug snore and stare up at Scott’s massive feet hanging over the edge of the massive, by Lucas’ standards at least, bed. It was on Christmas eve after a nice family meal and a genuinely good time that the boys were sent to bed. It was only 9pm and Lucas couldn’t sleep, he was 18 and used to staying up much later playing video games with people on the other side of the planet. Scott was already asleep, even though he’d bitched about now being able to jerk off because Lucas was in the room. Lucas was looking up at the meaty soles of Scott’s feet for the 4th night in a row. Why he couldn’t of slept in the central open area of the bedroom and not cramped into a corner beneath Scott’s feet was beyond Lucas. Scott’s excuse that he needed the space to do his exercises in the morning didn’t hold as Scott used the home gym every morning when he woke up. Lucas tossed and turned in his makeshift bed. His eyes caught sight of something under the bed, it hadn’t been there before, maybe something had shifted when Scott had pulled out the hidden Christmas presents last night before he put them under the tree. Lucas tried to reach for the shiny object that caught his eye, having to move a box labeled “Sam’s Underwear”. His arms weren’t long enough. He sighed and pulled himself out from under the covers. Without even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught under Scott’s bed next to a box of his elder cousins musky briefs he was crawling in the dark with Scott’s snoring mass above him. He reached the shiny object, it was an old looking touch phone, or an old PDA device. Without even touching the power button it strung into life, lighting up the dark beneath the bed. A near silent jiggle played and an ancient looking graphic of a genie lamp flashed up blocky letters popped into being. “CHRONIVAC” “What the hell” Lucas muttered then hushing himself as Scott grunted above him. Lucas tapped the screen. A loading bar appeared and then vanished. The PDA was obviously newer then it appeared, after the old grey intro screens it was bright and colorful. It looked like an advanced customization screen for a SIMs game or something. Lucas clicked on the previous session button and the complete outline of his cousin Sam appeared, everything from his favorite color to his obscene girth of his cock was written down for Lucas to know. Sam’s family was listed below, including Lucas (cousin-father’s side). Beneath that was a “Make realistic”. When Lucas clicked on this opinion a small cartoon genie lamp appeared. A speak bubble appeared explaining he was the PDA’s helper function and the ‘Make Realistic’ option made it so that changes would appear to be natural, such as making physical changes genetic, which would change family to match the physical changes to the user. Lucas was confused, what sort of game was this. He saw the “Change History” box on a side bar next to the floating beautiful face of Sam. An insanely long list of changes appeared. From increase in height, made a natural athlete and increase cock length. The make realistic option seemed to apply to them all. Lucas came off his history and clicked on himself. His meagre frame and spotty face appeared, with all his statistics listed. He clicked on height, 5’5 it read. A dial appeared below, or he could edit his height. Lucas ran a finger over the dial, increase the avatars height. He chuckled quietly as the avatar grew taller, then almost shouted out load as his feet moved along the carpeted floor as his own height increased. In a panic he pulled the dial back till his height on both the Chronivac and in reality retuned to normal. It dawned on Lucas what he was holding, he’d just grown a foot in an instant and it looked like Sam had made himself the hunky athlete he was now and no one seemed to know any different. Lucas smiled, he could change anything. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Scott woke on Christmas morning, stretching out his beefy arms and yawning. Flexing his toes and sadly trying to kill his throbbing morning wood before swinging his thick legs out of bed. He pulled on some stripy pajama bottoms before he noticed that his little cousin Lucas wasn’t still asleep. He cracked his knuckles before flexing a bicep in the mirror, smirking to himself and headed out of his room. His big bare feet thudding as he stomps down the stairs into the living room. Both his parents and his aunt and uncle were already there, sitting on the sofas and talking over coffee. “Merry Christmas” Scott greeted, a hand down his bottoms rearranging his fat nuts They returned the greeting and his uncle Roger shouted out to the kitchen to his cousin Lucas. “Time for presents” Scott’s mother offered Scott with childlike glee dropped to his knees at the foot of the heavily decorated Christmas tree and started to hand out presents. He found one with Lucas’ name. “Lucas” he shouted Instantly his cousin replied “No need to shout, I’m behind you” Scott turned and handed the present over, then back to the tree. Scott blinked a few times before turning back to his cousin. Lucas looked good, very refreshed. His skin very clear for a guy who looked like the face of the moon last night. His cheekbones were even showing through his cheeks, like he’d dropped a few pounds in the night. Scott looked down to Lucas’ pj clad form, his shirt was tight, but only showed a flat stomach were a chubby gut should have been. Still he wasn’t anything compared to Scott’s and his Hitchens family six pack, but it was odd. Maybe Scott just hadn’t payed any attention Lucas, wouldn’t be the first time Lucas’ existence had come as a shock to Scott. Scott began unwrapping his first gift, it was tickets to a football game, him and his dad most likely. Behind him Lucas was tearing apart the paper on his gift. “Oh awesome, new headgear, I need this for wrestling” Lucas said happily Scott’s dad started talking to Lucas about wrestling, the runt lying through his teeth about being a state champion. Scott turned to call Lucas out on his lies, but he stopped. Lucas was now shirtless. His chest jutting out like slabs of rock and his stomach ripped into six thick cobbles. Lucas’ shoulder were rounded and had meaty biceps swinging from them. “You ok cousin” Lucas asked with a bounce of one of his heavy pecs Scott shook his head and went back to handing out presents. The gifts got weirder and worst. Scott was getting books, socks and gift cards to shops he’d never go too. Lucas though was getting amazing stuff, a new lap top, a new PS4, bundles of games, but some weird stuff too. New shoes which weren’t that odd, it was just Lucas made a show of announcing they were size 17. Again Scott wanted to call him out, but as he turned around he saw the enormous bare dogs that Lucas had connected to his three trunk legs. The thick toes flexing as Lucas looked. “You know what they say about big feet” Lucas said quietly to Scott Scott shook off the implication, knowing while Lucas was a beefy wrestler with massive flipper feet, he was still a short ass with a small baby cock if the flat front of his briefs in the morning was any indication. With the presents done Scott’s dad and uncle went to the kitchen to work on getting the Christmas roast ready, while the mothers cleared up the ripped up wrappings. Scott carried his disappointing load of gifts up to his room, his heavy footfalls drowned out by the even heavier footfalls of Lucas behind him. Lucas’ booming voice echoed around him, his beefy cousin gushing about all the amazing gifts he’d gotten. Scott actually pushed his door shut behind him, almost hitting Lucas in his chiseled lightly stubbled face. “That was rude” Lucas said opening the door, not even looking at Scott He was busy typing into his phone, Scott pulled at the fabric around his crotch, it was unusually baggy. “So baby dick….” Lucas started Scott was instantly turned around and squaring up to Lucas, just he wasn’t towering above him like he expected. Instead a squared meaty pec bounced slightly in front of his face. Lucas’ face smirking down at him. “So baby dick” Lucas repeated, a massive finger flicked at the billowing empty crotch of Scott’s pajamas “We have a couple hours before Christmas dinner… what you want to do” Scott started to splutter, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know it, but he was wearing his older brother hand me down pajamas, he had the ass and legs to fill them out, but the Hitchens donkey dick had passed him by. Lucas’ eyes rolled “Shouldn’t of left you aware, looks like your minds breaking” A large hand fell onto Scott’s rounded shoulder and forced him to his knees. Lucas unlike Scott wasn’t struggling to fill out his pajamas bottoms. The fabric was bursting with meat, from Luca’s insanely thick pillar like thighs, to the rounded boulder ass that was eating away at the back of them. The hems of his boots ended at the thighs, someone had either cut them off or Lucas had burst them stuffing his quads into them. The crotch was like an entire butcher’s platter of beef, two swollen orbs of sloshing cum and a shank of the finest wrist fat cock meat strained at the seams. To Scott’s shock the sight was making his mouth water. “Try not to think too hard, I want you to remember that I was once a runt, but I don’t want you to snap” Lucas said, his hand pulling Scott’s face towards his bulging crotch “Unlike your brother I want to see how my changes effect people, just wait till I get ahold of him” Lucas laughs, the intentions behind it made Scott worried, but the musk of Lucas’ crotch was too incising. He sighed happily as Lucas’ other hand started to heave out a very fat soft cock. “Good, your calming down, I knew making my cock your happy place was a smart idea” Lucas said starting to jerk his soft meat off “Give me a minute and I’ll dish up your breakfast” Scott was shaking his head, but his tongue was hanging out and his mouth was full of salvia. “Just don’t ruin your appetite” Lucas laughed his jerking speed increasing “You got a big dinner ahead of you”
  2. 7 points
    “Dude! You gotta start standing up for yourself,” I shouted. “I know, Martin, I just . . . it’s . . . I can’t,” Amir stammered back. “I mean, did you see the size of that guy? He would have mopped the floor with me.” Although the idea of a big dude using a smaller guy as a mop kind of turned me on, I forced the picture out of my head and focused all of my energy on being angry with my best friend. Amir had just let another guy steamroll all over him – something that seemed to happen numerous times a day. Even when I had stood up for him and challenged the bully, Amir had told me to calm down and not worry about it. “Amir, that guy took a book from the stack you had just put up on the counter – books you were going to buy. He just didn’t want to walk to the back of the store to get a different one. He told you yours was the last one and you know that isn’t true. Come on, man, pay for the things so we can go. I need to get back to work.” “I’m sorry, Martin. I’ll try to be more confident in the future,” Amir said sheepishly. “I really just don’t like causing any problems.” “Yeah, I know, man,” I responded, but not very convincingly. “I’ll see you for drinks at five.” Dammit, I thought to myself as I walked to my office. Why do I get so worked up about Amir’s unwillingness to be more assertive? The guy apologized if someone else bumped into him. A guy hit his car once with a BMW and Amir felt so bad he told his insurance it was his fault. I’d seen Amir take all of his stuff out of a locker at the pool numerous times just because Frank, the gym bully, liked to tease Amir by telling him he really needed the locker Amir had chosen. It was a different reason each time, but Amir gladly gave it up . . . every time Frank insisted on it. And then there was the fact that you never ever sent Amir to the bar to get drinks at a club. He’ll stand there for thirty minutes, unable to get the bartender’s attention, and then finally come back empty handed and someone else would have to go. And the guy wasn’t even some kind of total dweeb. He was a handsome slightly-less-than-normal-sized dude who smiled a lot and was really friendly. I’d been secretly crushing on him for years and that’s why I got so worked up when someone walked all over him. Yes, he dressed a little nerdy. Yes, he did his hair in this part-down-the middle dorky schoolboy style. Yes, he was the complete opposite of a ‘bear’ because if bear’s faces were furry, then Amir’s hairless, soft-as-a-baby’s-behind face made him very un-bear. And the guy’s aversion to the gym was so intense I’m pretty sure he’d hyperventilate if he merely walked into one. So, why the crush? There were so many reasons. The guy had one of the best senses of humor I’d ever encountered. He could have me rolling on the ground in seconds. Of course, he’d have to know you pretty well before you got to get glimpses of this side of him, but it was there. The guy was the best cook, the most read man I knew, and loved every kind of movie imaginable. The first time we had ever met he had passed my requirement for becoming friends with someone by being able to quote entire segments of all Monty Python movies. I don’t care how beautiful a man was if he didn’t know Monty Python. That was a deal breaker. And then, there was the fact hat he was probably the kindest person I knew – thank you cards after dinner parties, end of meal trips to the bathroom at restaurants where he secretly paid the bill, homemade meals delivered to you if you were sick, and just random daily messages to ‘check in’ and see how your day was going. Who did those things in this day and age? Amir did. Lastly, there was his cock. Sorry, I know I’ll be offending some people, but the fact was the guy had one of the most gorgeous cocks I’d ever seen. There was a certain freedom within Amir when it came to changing in front of friends at the swimming pool or even at home. I had no idea where the soft-spoken, shy, don’t-want-to-make-waves guy that moved through the world day to day got the hutzpah to let his dick and ball flop so majestically in front of his pals, but I figured it must be because of how big and beautiful it was. It was thicker than my wrist, longer than my forearm, and had a mushroom head so plump you knew it would feel so incredibly good as it forced its way into you. I so wanted to test my own theory. I knew, subconsciously, that Amir’s comfortableness with parading his monster cock around proudly in changing rooms meant there was a side to him no one had ever seen. I just didn’t know how to tap into that part of him . . . and then have that part of him tap me hard! When I returned to Hyde Jet Propulsion Laboratories after lunch, I decided to stop by the office of my favorite ‘come cry on my shoulder’ friend – Betsy Cranston. Betsy was a lipstick lesbian that was so gorgeous everyone came on to her – even though she made it very clear she was never going to be into a penis. I had watched her knee a guy so hard in the balls after he physically harassed her in the office that he surely was going to sing soprano in the choir for years after that. Betsy actually had the kind of personality I wish Amir would have. I walked into her office and the look on my face said everything she needed to know. “Let me guess. Amir was a wimp,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs across from her. “Am I that much of a broken record?” I asked. “Yes, you are, but I don’t mind. Watching you chase a guy that apologizes to his shadow is what I live for,” she sarcastically responded, and we both knew she was teasing me. “What am I going to do?” I asked. “I like the guy so much, but he’s such a dweeb.” “A cute dweeb, though,” Betsy added. “Yes . . . he’s very cute,” I answered. “And very, very endowed,” she teased, even more. “Well, there is that, yes,” I said. “Look at you, my little size queen, pining away for a guy that has so much potential. When are you going to get smart and ask your good friend, Betsy, to help you? Remember, I was top of my class at M.I.T. I know a few things,” Betsy said, with seriousness that was somewhat unfamiliar. “What do you mean?” I asked, raking in the tiny little small sand box on her desk that was supposed to be very meditative. I just found it dirty. “What do I do here at Hyde Jets?” she asked, using the abbreviated name of our company. “I don’t really know. I think you work in alternative fuels or something like that,” I said, still raking away. “Exactly, my good friend – who NEVER asks me about my job,” she said, giving me a ‘Betsy’ stare that made it clear I needed to ask. “Hey Betsy, what are you working on?” I obediently asked, leaving the rake in the sandbox and giving her my full attention. “Why, funny you should ask, there, Marty, my friend. Let me make it very easy to understand. I’m working on a little ray gun that focuses on the vitamins, minerals, and other healthy parts of certain plants and intensifies them when zapped,” she responded, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms like she had just finished a killer rap. “I don’t understand,” I said – completely confused. “I have a gun that I point at a plant and then I shoot a mixture of radioactive, electrical, and many other kinds of wonderful things into it and it grows. It grows a lot. It’s gets stronger, more aggressive to other plants, and is even crazy healthier. See that vine in the corner of my room – the one that’s taken over the bookcase?” “Yeah,” I said, kind of half looking. “It was just a two-leaf shoot this morning,” she answered. This made me look again. A huge Amazonian jungle vine covered her huge bookcase making it almost impossible to see anything on the shelves. The plan reached fom the top shelf to the floor and even bunched up at the bottom in a few layers. The leaves were a dark green – so healthy it almost looked faked – and the stem was thicker than my thumbs put together. I turned from the plant back to my friend – my face in shock. “Yep,” she added, “Little itty-bitty baby plant this morning and now a big fucking daddy of all daddy plants about swallow my office whole.” The look on her face instantly told me what she was thinking. I looked at the plant again. It looked like someone had babied it for years to grow into its present healthy looking size. This had happened from one little zap from a gun Betsy was working on. I turned back to her – suddenly very aware of something. “Hey, I do remember asking you about your job and you told me you were working on alternative plant fuels,” I said – suddenly remembering that I was a good friend and asked questions. “Yeah, that’s true. But on the side, I’ve been working on this,” she said and reached under her desk to bring out a rifle looking clear glassed instrument that looked like something out of the ‘Men in Black’ film franchise. “It’s a little toy I wanted to make for my friend, Martin.” She handed me the thing and I was shocked to find out it was light as a feather. What had looked like glass was some kind of clear plastic and there were tubes throughout the thing with a dark green liquid zooming around and around. It felt like the gun was alive. “Is this thing on?” I asked. “It feels like it, but no. The materials I mix for the super juice are kind of always moving. It has to do with capturing electrons, mashing together specific energies, and a bunch of other stuff that would bore you. The bottom line is – it’s ready to be tested on a human.” “What? No way!” I said, quickly. “I am not letting you shoot this thing at me.” “Not you, doofus!” she said, loudly. “Amir!” Her response excited me instantly. My mind did not have time to filter anything. I glanced at the killer vine on the bookshelf and thought about what this rifle thing could do to the man I loved. I was so intrigued by the idea I almost let all common sense go. Suddenly, I came crashing back to earth. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “How do you know it’s safe to use on humans?” “Cause it’s all organic,” she answered. “There’s nothing in there that humans don’t normally put in their body. It’s just intensified – quite a bit – and cranked up a little by some focused power. It’s harmless to other people, but I’ve built it specifically to react to Amir’s DNA. Thanks for the hair samples you provided.” I was still a little embarrassed I had stolen hair from his brush and taken his toothbrush one day when I had been at his house. Betsy had told me she could do some genealogical testing on the adopted Amir and we could maybe help him find his real parents. That had all been a ruse to just get what she needed to make this gun. This girl was clearly a lot more sneaky thank I knew. “What do you call it?” I asked. “The A Zapper, of course. What else would I call it,” she said, laughing. “So, you need to start bringing your guitar to work.” “I don’t have a guitar,” I answered, kind of not really listening to her. I was too busy looking at the A Zapper. “You do now. I bought you one yesterday and you’ll pick it up at my place, tonight. You need to bring it so often that the guards downstairs will finally just wave you through and not check the bag because they’ve gotten used to you. That’s when you can switch the guitar out for the zapper.” “Who are you?” I asked looking at Betsy with a shocked face. “Some kind of CIA agent?” “Yes,” she said, with so much seriousness I really couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “Martin, this is going to help you get the man of your dreams and it’s going to actually help me advance my plant serum. I’m not going to let this stuff be used on humans, even if it is harmless. Are you kidding? Our government would have a heyday with this kind of stuff. My findings make it pretty clear that this stuff is not good for human consumption, but that’s all made up. Only a few people in the world know what it can do and I’m the only person that has the formula in my head. Someday, it will die with me. Right now, though, I’d really like my best friend to get something I think he deserves. And at the same time, Amir will get something I think he deserves, too. You know I love Amir. I’d do anything for both of you.” I was a little choked up to hear this and Betsy knew it. She and I had talked way too many times heart to heart about my desire for Amir for her to not fully understand how I truly felt. Her wanting to help me was the greatest gift ever. I looked back at the Zapper to prevent myself from crying. I thought about what it would do to my friend, Amir. “Now listen, Martin. This is a one shot deal. The Zapper isn’t a rapid-fire machine. It’s juice lasts for one long zap. You got to keep with it no matter what when you start. Amir’s going to scream like a baby and you’re going to think he’s dying, but you’ve got to stay strong and keep zapping away. It hurts when bone and muscle is regenerated. It’s also going to be instantaneous. You’re going to have to have your explanation ready to go – no matter what. We don’t know how Amir’s going to react to the changes. Also, get rid of the gun as soon as you’ve zapped the guy. It will self destruct in three minutes. Don’t worry, it’s not going to explode, but it will kind of melt into nothingness. Just don’t have it I your hands or put it on a table you really like. A bathtub would be ideal. Do you understand, Martin?” “Yes, Betsy,” I said, looking right at her. “Thank you very much.” She came out from behind her desk and we hugged. We both knew the gun was going to change many people’s lives. The next day, I started coming to her office on lunch break and playing the guitar. I actually knew how to play, so Betsy wasn’t put off by having to listen to me as she ate. Two weeks later the guards stopped opening the guitar case when I left for the day and when I came in at morning. Betsy said it was time. Amir was coming to my house for dinner that night. We both were ready to put operation ‘Zapping Amir’ into action. I was nervous as hell when I was leaving my office that day. I usually left with Betsy, so she thought it was important we not change a thing – even though I could tell she was as nervous as I was and I think wanted to stay in her office and wait for a text telling her I hade made it safely through. Sweat was dripping down my back as we left the elevator and walked toward the front doors – right by the security desk with the two hefty guards sitting there. As soon as we got to the front doors one of the guards called out, “Hey!” Betsy and I froze like criminals caught in a spotlight. We turned slowly to face the two men. “Don’t we get a ‘have a nice weekend’?” he asked, smiling. Betsy and I never walked past the security station without saying have a great day or have a wonderful night. It was just the kind of people we were. In our urgent desire to escape without being caught with the Zapper we had forgotten our little ritual. We immediately apologized, took a step towards them to show our eagerness to make it up, and then wished them a great weekend. This made the guys smile and they even high-fived each other. A minute later we were sitting by the fountain outside trying to calm down. “So, remember, I’m a scientist. I need you to make mental notes of things while it’s going on. Even try to film it if you can. Don’t stand in the room. That little anteroom with the slanted glass windows will be a good place for you to be when you zap him. Please don’t stop. No matter how much he screams or begs you. He needs the full dose for it to work. And, for heaven’s sake, get rid of the gun as soon as you’re done. You only have three minutes before it destroys itself. Oh, and please call me after the sex to tell me how it was.” “There’s not going to be any sex, Betsy,” I said, looking away. “By my calculations he’s going to be over-the-top horny after the change. He’s going to be looking for an outlet to relieve a lot of built up sexual frustration. No offense, but he’d probably do a horse if it was in the room. I think, however, he’s going to be really, really happy it’s you. He’ll be out like a light after that, though, so you’ll be able to do some real-time reporting on the changes. Oh, good luck my dear Martin. I’m so glad you’re about to have your dreams come true.” And with that, Betsy hugged me again and watched me walk away with my guitar case containing the Zapper. ************** “Um . . . I’m really sorry about the other day, Martin . . . you know . . . when I didn’t stand up for myself in the bookstore. I just don’t like . . . well, it’s more that I’m afraid of . . . you know . . . confrontation.” “Uh huh,” I replied, not really listening to Amir. I was busy getting everything ready. We had finished eating – an entire meal where he had done exactly what he was doing now, apologizing for being such a wimp. It had made me want to zap the guy even more. I had begun to see Amir in a more honest light, now that I knew what he would become. The guy had on a small t-shirt and the sleeves were still swallowing his arms. There wasn’t even the slightest bulge when he moved his arms. His chest didn’t show at all through the material. It was like the front of the guy was as flat as a board. His shoulders sloped down like a wire hanger that has been bent. The word ‘pencil neck’ seemed to have been made up just for him. I had always thought he was just lightly smaller than normal size, but he was a lot less. I knew I wanted Amir to change partly for me – I hoped when he got bigger he might send some affection my way – but I mostly wanted it for him. I wanted him to not enter each day worried sick about being small and weak. I didn’t want him to become some kind of hulking bully, but I did want him to feel like he could stand up for himself – like he could carry himself with a little more pride. I was suddenly back listening to his long ramble. “So, I was thinking I might actually go to a gym,” he said – not really talking with me, more like just putting words out into the air. “Uh huh,” I responded as I pulled out the guitar case and then I handed him an extra large t-shirt. “Put this on.” “Why?” he asked. “I thought we’d do some painting,” I quickly said the first excuse that popped in my head and he accepted it, even though we’d never done something like that before. “Oh, I love doing arts and crafts. This thing is going to swallow me, though,” he said as he changed shirts. “Not for long,” I answered softly, and he just kept on talking – the very non-Amir Harley-Davidson t-shirt did look like a dress on him. “I know you’ve heard me say that about the gym before, but this time I mean it. I mean, I may wait a while because since it’s still near the beginning of the year the gyms are full and I don’t want to be around a lot of other people. You know . . . I’d rather the place be kind of empty.” “Um . . . yeah,” I half-heartedly replied as I pulled out the ray gun. “What’s that?” Amir asked. “A new toy,” I replied. “It looks like a gun. Is it dangerous? I mean you can never be too safe with firearms, Martin.” “That’s true,” I answered as I went to the little anteroom off of my living room as Betsy had instructed. She said it was important for me to be a good distance from Amir to get his entire body in the ray. “What are you doing, Martin. Don’t point that thing at me. You could cause an . . .” Sometimes you just didn’t let doubts or thoughts about consequences get in your way. I was so determined to help my friend, Amir, I just pointed the ray gun at him and pulled the trigger. A green blast of light shot out of the thing and immediately enveloped the guy’s body. It was like any living thing was a magnet for the beam. It surrounded him completely. Amir had turned away from me in fear and had crumpled his body into a squatting ball. As soon as the ray zapped him he began to scream like someone being murdered. I did not waiver at all, though. I remembered what Betsy had told me and I knew his body was going through a very painful transformation. I kept my finger tightly on the trigger of the gun and I held the beam steady on the guy in front of me. Suddenly, the very high-pitched screams of small Amir sank about three octaves lower and went from what sounded like a wounded animal to something akin to a gorilla in heat. The room was now filled with this deep growl that clearly spoke of pleasure, not pain. In the middle of the neon green light I could now see that Amir was standing up with his arms flexed at his sides. The t-shirt that had swallowed him earlier was now tight across his back and massive arms filled the sleeves. The damn zapper was working. I had a huge room-length mirror on the wall across from us and I could see Amir clearly in its reflection. The guy was looking at himself, too, and smiling like he was now being filled with much pleasure. I was suddenly shocked to see that his once baby’s butt-smooth face was covered in some definite he-man thick fur. Suddenly the zapper quit zapping and I realized my friend was no longer grunting loudly. “Fuuuuck, Martin. Look at me. I’m huge,” Amir said in a gruff gravely voice that made my balls tighten. “God, I can feel the power surging through my body. My arms are enormous. Look at my bulging shoulders. I have a beard! I have a face full of dark hair. Look at that, I can bounce my pecs – damn, I have pecs that I can bounce! I gotta flex. I’m just too big not to flex. Gotta see these huge things pumped to the max. Oh fuck, look at how my arm swells. Look at my fucking triceps! Those mounds of beef almost hang to the floor! Yeah, gotta flex ‘em tighter. Look at that gun swell, Martin. Let’s get a closer look. Let’s get this sleeve out of the way. Oh my fucking god, look at that sweet fucking split peak. Look at my arm, Martin. It’s the arm of a muscle god. Look at how that thing explodes with power!” I had now moved back into the room after dropping the zapper in a waiting bin I had bought for when it self-destructed. There was not an ounce of dweebness left on my friend. He was incredible. His arm ballooned into a multi-layered muscle thickness that showed he was now this lean hulk of a man. His deep voice, alone, was making me shoot hard, but the vision of all his new muscled hugeness was just mind-blowing. The guy was flexing his huge arm over and over, marveling at how the thing bulged to unbelievable heights. I still couldn’t fathom how the double extra large Harley-Davidson t-shirt now looked hot-as-hell stretched to the max across his new body. And the full lumberjack beard made the guy orgasm-ready handsome in a way I could have never predicted. “Look at how that thing bulges, Martin,” Amir continued – still clearly getting off on his improved body. “My arm is bigger than your head, dude. Look how powerful the thing looks. Let’s test these muther’s out.” Amir dropped his arms and stepped in front of me. He didn’t stop for a moment. He simply grabbed me at the waist and lifted my entire body into the air – no warm up and no hesitation. I went soaring upward, clearly as light as a feather to the new arms of Amir. “Oh hell yeah, dude! Lifting you into the air is no problem for my huge guns. Damn, I wish the ceiling were higher so I could toss you high and catch you. You weigh nothing, Martin. You’re so small!” Amir boomed with childlike enthusiasm as he easily hoisted me up and down in the air. “You feel like a baby in my big hands. A sweet man-baby who has given me the best gift ever. A fucking hot man that needs to be thanked.” My body was lowered until I my face was even with the gorgeous man. My feet were still not touching the ground. Amir brought my body into his and I instantly felt hardness hitting me everywhere. The dude was jacked beyond belief. I let my hands go up to his biceps and I nearly came on the spot when I felt the split peaks which were insanely thick and hard as concrete. Amir then kissed me roughly – an outward sign of the new confidence coursing through his body. I was thrust into muscle heaven – a place I had a feeling I would come to know very well. This new attitude in my friend seemed to seep out of every pore. He spoke out the corner of his mouth as we kissed, as if to confirm what I felt pulsing from his body. “I hope you’re ready for a plowing, Martin,” Amir said, confidence oozing out of him. “Cause I’m about to make you feel like an entire army has had their way with you. What about it, you want to feel my muscles as I fill you with a specific huge muscle down below?” “Oh yes, my huge muscled stud,” I said – still marveling at the words I had chosen to call my friend.
  3. 4 points
  4. 2 points
    "You can't tell anyone I can rip up parking meters."
  5. 2 points
    The Baseball Star Lianna squealed in delight once she saw her boyfriend Blake strut onto the baseball field. Even from the far distance away on the bleachers she could make out how tightly the team uniform was stretched over his powerfully muscled body. His baseball cap was pulled backwards atop his handsome face. Lianna was sure there was no other college baseball player that matched his immense muscle mass. She loved coming to his trainings, watching his vigorous body swiftly move around, those big biceps cascading when he hit a home run. And, Blake always rewarded her with that fresh post training musk while she used her tender hands to massage the big burging muscles. But, as she tracked the massive man taking his position on the field, baseball bat in hand and down a leg of his trousers, she couldn’t help but feel like something was off. Lianna thought it was great having a muscular behemoth for a boyfriend, but it was all a little too… ... Perfect. The loud clapping noise of her facepalming her makeup stuffed face was masked under the noise of one of Blake’s lesser teammates playfully slapping one of Blake’s bulging ass cheeks. Normally Lianna would be jealous someone else got to play with her mans ass, but at the moment all she could think about was the amount of shit she was in if her new suspicions were true. Blake was way too perfect, too muscular and sexy contrasted to the rest of the comparatively pathetic looking baseball team. She was sure she had done it again. Lianna quickly made her way down the bleacher stairs, her nice and perky tits jiggling wildly while she stormed up to her study boyfriend. Grabbing him by one of his muscular and bulging arms she dragged him away while he was in the middle of telling the story about how he had managed to make Lianna cum seven times in one hour. “Babe, what's up?” Blake's thundering voice boomed loudly. He was a bit annoyed he didn't even get to tell the part about how he smothered Lianna's face into his crotch and how the soft pulse in the gigantic yet soft meaty package had shoved her over the edge for the first time that evening. “It's…. Uhmm… Hmm…” The normally always confident Lianna always lost her tongue in front of her hunky boyfriend. The way the deep valley between his pecs was visible even in his uniform and ensured all the moisture in her mouth relocated too… Other places. God was Blake perfect, she really needed to get this over and done with. “So, you know that I'm like, a witch right?” Blake's discovery of her arcane heritage had come just a month earlier when he had noticed some magical force had prevented his cock from leaving Lianna's body during one of their daily fuck sessions. Blake was rather chill about discovering his girlfriend had a connection to mystical powers, he thought it was pretty cool that he had finally found a girl who could fully handle masculine body during intense his fucking. That she used magic to make his cock easier to handle hardly mattered. Blake nodded, rearranging his growing and swelling package now that he had a good view of his girls nice rack again. “Well, sometimes, my magic sort of manifests without me knowing about it.” Blake looked at her with glossed eyes. “You know my wimpy creepy neighbor right? He picked up weightlifting a few years back to put some meat on those bones of his. I was supportive, apparead on his body, and soon he did look bigger. I kept up the compliments, and he kept on growing, soon his formerly wimpy form seemed like a more and more distant memory. And then my memories of him being wimpy really grew hazy. “Puny, my neighbor? No, he'd always been a stallion.” I'd say. My memories and reality itself had been altered by my unintended magic.” “Wake up call came when I was working his gargantuan cock shaft one morning, reduced to nothing but a milk maid for his unending lustful meat. I had just been running through his ripped 8-pack when I thought: ‘Hmm, my neighbor really is the complete package isn't he. Almost too complete, too perfect, almost like the stuff of my fantasies come to life.’ From there I made the connection to my magic real quick. So I gave a quick snap with my fingers to undo any magic present in the room, and what do you know, the 10 inches of cock I had been draining suddenly reduce themselves to barely 4. The ripped abdominal made way for a pudgy belly, and his deep approving grunts replaced by the whimpers of a virgin. I was back to reality, the hunky version of my neighbor only existing in my head again.” Blake looked like he had been barely listening, instead he had been rather preoccupied with own swelling and heaving muscles. “So, uh, where do I come in to play.” Lianna gave an exasperated sigh. “Blake. Honey. Stud. You're the biggest man on campus and you haven't set foot in a gym. All you do in your free time is fuck me and play a sport you are way too big for. You're a star that doesn't follow any of nature's rules.” Lianna threw her hands around wildly. “I don't even wanna know how much magic must have seeped out of me for it to create and man this irresistible. The amount required to alter reality this badly…” “I've just got good genes…” Blake tried, but Lianna wasn't having any of it. “Zip it, hunk” She looked at the baseball star for what she assumed was the last time. God he really was impossible sexy. That incredible V leading from his wide pecs shelf to his narrow waist… Lianna closed her eyes and snapped her fingers, hopefully undoing the magic and returning Blake to whatever size he was before. Lianna opened her eyes, expecting to be greeted by a wimp, instead, she was looking at the same ungodly studly Blake as before. Actually, that wasn't true, he looked even bigger. “Told ya, no magic necessary, just got good genes.” Lianna was agasp. Her unintended magic hadn't beefed up some wimp by accident, it had slightly shrunk this Hercules to a mere star athlete. She audibly swallowed as she looked at Blake as he pulled out his fourteen inches of cock, looking 4 inches longer than before. She had probably involuntarily shrunk him to make him more manageable. Blake softly stroked his meaty baby maker with one hand, exploring his body which looked even more muscular to Lianna with his other massive mitten. “So babe…” Blake wondered out loud. “If you didn't use your magic to grow me before, does that mean you could you know…” Blake bumped his massive shaft into Lianna's thigh, letting her feel the power pulsing through his cock alone, and knowing full well what the temptation did to Lianna's fair sense of judgment. “....Does that mean you could use your magic to give me a little boost now?”
  6. 2 points
    Him getting ready to easily deflect them as the ten of us prepared to administer gut punches.
  7. 2 points
    He's pouting because I said he couldn't pick up the overpass.
  8. 2 points
    When he asks you which one you like the best and you want to say 'the middle one.'
  9. 2 points
    How my neighbor convinces me to come over for wine. (Man, I find him so freaking masculine!)
  10. 2 points
    "You fellas chose to mess with the wrong daddy. The eight of you are so outnumbered by all of this."
  11. 2 points
    When 'I'll be your protector' are the sexiest words you've ever heard.
  12. 2 points
    When the muscle daddy messages you some pictures and says, "I've grown a bunch since these were taken."
  13. 2 points
    "I can make sure you walk funny tomorrow."
  14. 2 points
    The elder man gave me his best 'come over here and let me pound you' stance. Of course, it worked.
  15. 2 points
    The view as he pulls in your head to kiss it.
  16. 2 points
    "You might want to stand back. I'm going to flex."
  17. 2 points
    "I put the muscle in 'muscle daddy.'"
  18. 2 points
    He was done chopping and just when I thought he couldn't get any sexier he whispered, "Come smell me."
  19. 2 points
    So, for the record, the bears are petrified, he sent a pack of wolves running like they were frightened kittens, and people in the closest town are swearing they've seen Bigfoot. Camping with him is so much fun.
  20. 1 point
    MUSCLE DADDY a romantic muscle growth story co-written by @Astromuscle, @canon & @raphi0508, with the inspiration of @Marquis Whew, finally I am back I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended cause it got out he was taking roids. As I unpacked my belongings, before I had to attend my first class this afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it was to live with my old roommate. He was 5ft11 and weighed 200lbs at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge. In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40lbs of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 270lbs and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, arms getting bigger and more defined, chest getting puffier. I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay. He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got many mental images to help me jack off to. Pumped muscle, huge roid gut, and thankfully the roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them he was huge, at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed., I wish I had gotten the chance to feel the large cock, make it inflate, and cup those large balls in my hand. Maybe the college found out about his steroid abuse because it got to be too obvious. As he left we promised each other we would stay in contact, but life came in my way and I had to earn money during summer. Now the new and hopefully last college year has started, but I am sure I will find some time to meet him again soon. I wonder if he continued to grow in the meantime. I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hope that I will have enough time before my new roommate arrives, to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Maybe my new roommate is a small dweeb, then my hard on would probably go down fast enough he wouldn’t see it. Suddenly some knocks on the door made me jump up surprised. Even more so I was shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I saw in my life until now. The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. Each arm was carrying suitcases that were making his forearms bulge, each muscle standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up his arms, huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, a muscle hoody hid the rest of the body a little although i could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoodie draping over it, hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping off the shirt to find out. After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you”. I reached out and we shook hands. Damn he has such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, thick muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure, and I could feel weight lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hands and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back is so wide and that ass looks so hard, where do I stare...I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to shove my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed I noticed my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders, seeing his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. After we both had finally unpacked we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he is here because he got a Football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, like his dad does. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got the good genes of his dad, and expects to start growing bigger soon. The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we have most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we had a sudden shock because we had nearly missed our first class While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old room mate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark had been in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smile confidently at me, turning to give me a better view., “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though he is much bigger.” Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I used far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class. During the year, we got even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he was also straight. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he knows I’m gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to workout together after Mark mentioned he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of it. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts growing more athletic myself and began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition. Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he would stroll around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked into the bathroom for a shower. During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my word the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym, where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god. As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I would want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind taken up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God does he realize that I’m gay? ...to be continued...
  21. 1 point
    So many bulges - so little time.
  22. 1 point
    When he sees me struggling with the lift and wants to egg me on.
  23. 1 point
    And then he casually slips into your 'first date' conversation, "I can also lift a bulldozer and punch through metal. What are your hobbies?"
  24. 1 point
    "Yeah, I've got a giant tool. And the wrench is big, too."
  25. 1 point
    The look I get if I forget to say 'sir.'
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