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  1. 5 points
    Trent looked his friend Marshal up and down. Gone was the lean swimmer who’d slipped into the tanning bed over an hour ago, now a wall of thick muscle stared back at him with dull hollow eyes. “Marshal you ok” Trent asked Marshal just bounced his pecs and chuckled as he looked down at his heavy chest. “Yea, I’m good bro” Marshal laughed in a surprising deep voice Trent gulped, Marshal had never said ‘bro’ in all the time he’d known him. He’d overdosed Trent thought. Trent had brought Marshal to the Tanning Shop, he was one of the short list who knew that the tanning beds here did more then just tan your skin. After a short session in the bed the user would crawl out with tanned skin, but also slimmer, healthier, better looking and even a little bit taller. Trent sighed, he should of checked on Marshal. Trent though had been too busy flirting with the hot receptionist to notice that Marshal had been inside the bed for three times longer then he should of been. Trent shook his head “Sorry man, but this isn’t good” Marshal just stared blankly at Trent, his head cocked to one side. He was confused Trent thought, but then he was probably going to be confused all the time now, too much time in the beds would cook your brain. “Overuse can lead to permanent damage” Trent explained “I warned you beforehand” Marshal laughed again and brought his arms up. His rounded biceps bulged and he gave his abs a flex to finish off the pose. “This isn’t damaged” Marshal laughed again Trent nodded, Marshal was certainly a sight now. “But what will people say, you’re like three or four inches taller” Trent offered Marshal smirked “Not to mention a beast” he bounced his pecs again Trent nodded again, Marshal was certainly a beast now. “No one noticed you’d changed… you explained it once” Marshal added He was scratching his head under his cap, his head must be hurting from using such big words like ‘noticed’ and ‘explained’. “Yea, a healthy glow” Trent offered “They just see the tan, not the couple pounds of muscle or the inch in height the bed gave you” Marshal nodded, then just waited for Trent to continue. He really was dumb now, Trent almost felt sorry for the idiot who’d stayed in the magical tanning bed for nearly two hours. Trent pondered out loud for a moment “Well… I could do another 30 minutes without any permanent damage, just exterior changes” He stepped passed Marshal and climbed into the bed, flicked the switch to turn it on. As it closed he saw Marshal mouthing the word exterior to himself, trying to work out the meaning.
  2. 5 points
    Don’t Let Your Guard Down Carl’s breathing grew unsteadily as he heard the bed slam against the wall in his roommate’s room, the loud banging noise in sync with the womanly moans and whimpers of the lucky girl that got to be penetrated by his roommate’s big cock. The sound itself was erotic, no bed could put up much resistance to the roommates hunky and muscular body, and was forced to move around during the hour long fuck sessions. So erotic that Carl noticed his own tiny and pathetic looking manhood had jumped up to full attention. He sighed, hoping the erection would die down soon, there was just a few more hours left on the bet. Carl put on his headphones, hoping to dim the lustful sounds coming through the thin wall. “Oh baby you’re just so big.” “Ah fuck- fuck- fuck, slam it back in.” “Jesus. Are those pecs bigger than my tits?” The headphones didn’t help much. Carl was just glad his roommate was staying quiet this time, his deep reverberating bass would have made Carl’s small dick even more erect. And he couldn’t let his guard down, not with the short time left on the wager. Carl let out another deep sigh, unsure why he had made the bet in the first place. To defend the remnants of his masculine pride he supposed. After his roommate had been put on those new hormones by the doc, and had blown up in size, Carl had argued he was still the same scrawny and pathetic guy on the inside, just with a new hunky body. Once a nerd, always a nerd. Carl’s roommate used to not be one to talk back, but he had taken him up on that. Probably all those experimental growth inducing chemicals pumping through his body and affecting the once shy personality. “If I’m really still a runt, you probably aren’t all that attracted to all this, right.” His roommate had said, carelessly pointing at all the big peaks his new muscles were making in his shirt. “If you can keep that tiny dick of yours from cumming to this big, sexy, muscula- oh I mean nerdy, body, I’ll believe you.” And now here Carl was, a week later, still in the race. It had gotten pretty close a few times. When he had watched his roommate try out his new weightset, those new muscles pumping themselves with the effort, veins spreading over bulging biceps, that had gotten him really close to just shooting his load. The same went for the time Carl had watched his roommates massive shaft being worked by some twink through a small opening in the door. But Carl had been able to keep his dick under control for all that time, and he wasn’t planning on slipping up now. He’d heard his roommate fuck enough that the sound only turned him extremely on, instead of the near orgasmic experience it had been when Carl had first heard his stallion like roommate bring woman buckets pleasure. It might seem silly, working yourself up for a bet with nothing to win or lose, but Carl knew he had much to relinquish if he lost. His roommate would the definitively be the alpha between them, and never see him as an equal again. And that would be a greater loss than any bet based on monetary gain. Carl was thankful when he heard the loud womanly softly fade away. Maybe his roommate’s libido had been satisfied early for a change. Going by the soft wails and cries, the bimbo he’d taken home this time wasn’t taking kindly to only cumming three times. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll just ask my roomie if he’s got some.” Carl heard the deep rumble of his roommate mumble. Hearing the deep thuds in his hallway, Carl realised his roommate was heading to his room. Swiftly Carl clicked away all the tabs open with sexy pics taken from his roommates instagram. Carl felt his boner return with a vengeance when his roommate walked in. His roommate's body glistened with that post sex sweat. His roommate just stood in the doorframe for a moment, his red sleeveless shirt pulled tightly over the big body. Carl saw his roommate speaking to him, but didn’t bother translating the sound coming out of his roommates tight lips to words. Carl was too obsessed with the canyons and valleys that made up his roommates triceps and biceps. “...Brah?” You there? Earth to Carl?” Carl was pulled away from worshipping the incredible hunk with his eyes and brought back to reality. “Right, sorry, come again?” His voice sounding nasally and weak compared to his roommates deep bass. “I asked if you got any condoms left, I’m out.” Carl shuffled through his drawers for a moment, hoping his roommate wouldn’t notice all the the stretched out and stained jocks Carl had ‘borrowed’ from him and kept in his drawers. Triumphantly Carl handed his roomate one of the larger sized rubbers Carl kept around his room for the big dick top from Grindr. “These won’t fit.” His roommate said rather dryly. Carl raised his eyebrow, these were Magnum XXL’s. His roommate spotted his disbelief. “Here, I’ll show you.” Carl barely got a chance to protest before his roommate pulled out his meaty member, still looking damp. Carl had to bite his lips and curl his toes to keep himself from shooting his load right away. Carl’s roommate gave his prick a little wiggle, blood rushing in and quickly growing to it to its full size. With an awful lot of expertise for someone who had only been a male sex god for a week he ripped the packaging open and pulled the raincoat over his pre-leaking member. It stayed put for just a second before a small pulse and a twitch shredded the condom to a thousand pieces. “See? Too small.” Carl didn’t even get a chance to reply, the display, the footlong cock, it was all too much for him, he could no longer hold it back. Carl gave a small moan while a small spot of semen appeared at the front of his pants. He’d lost, just a few hours before the deadline of the bet too… His roommate just gave a clack of his tongue, and walked out, he’d have to look elsewhere for a condom. Before he left Carl too bathe in shame he gave one final look back. “You know, if you could have gone the entire week without shooting your load in front of me, I’d given you a dose of the same godhood providing elixir I am on. But now… Well, you know what they say, once a pathetic wimp, always a pathetic wimp.”
  3. 3 points
    Remaining Unnoticed. Slowly I feel a familiar heat spread through my body, my muscles bouncing and twitching involuntarily under their tight lair of clothing. Not here, please not here. Just a few more minutes and I would be home, where I had privacy in spades. I’m familiar enough with the sensation however to know that once it starts, there’s no going back. I look around anxiously, I had enough unwanted attention as it is. Prying eyes tracing the bulging muscles making up my tall and adonis like figure. I’m not even sure why I still went with the subway nowadays, the potent beef that made up my calves could carry me faster than any train could. Old habits die hard I suppose, and this new masculine body craved this kind of staring attention as much as gym time. The hot and burning feeling intensified in my chest. I regretted doing an extra chest work on what was supposed to be a core day now, my pecs were already pumped and hard with the workout, I was terrified what the heat was gonna to the straining and globe like muscles. I felt a pit turn in my stomach. Well, it was too late for regrets now. My breathing slowed as the burning pain made way way for soft sensual pleasure. My knees buckle as I widen my stance. It feels good having some air between my legs and the meat dangling down there. Feeling good faded into feeling really good, my muscles cascading, the worries of being seen not even in the back of my mind as I let euphoric ecstasy wash over me. Pure power and exhilaration pumps through my veins, and I notice the first signs of the transformation. My biceps feel pumped, like I had just worked them out. I’d done no such thing but the pleasant glow and swollness is there regardless. I firmly grab one of the poles placed around the subway for support. I look on in awe at the massive arm that is holding the metal pole. My massive arm. It’s peaks are stretching further and further, each muscle becoming more pronounced. As I feel the growth slow down in my biceps I casually roll up the sleeves, and look in awe at the raw power on display. Fuck, they looked a solid inch bigger than when I had measured them just a week ago, I normally never grew this much from a single growth spurt. Instead of the exhilaration and euphoria fading now that growth did it’s job I felt it’s pleasant buzz persist. Slowly I could feel it move on to my impressive chest. Feeling your pecs grow and swell is unlike any experience describable. Once the sinews making up those globes grow past a certain size, and you always feel your pecs hanging out of you, being dragged to the earth, the mere idea of them growing can be erotic. Let alone standing and actively feeling them being pushed bigger and bigger. The hardon I had down a leg of my pants grew hard as steel feeling the pump and size of the swelling muscle. Slowly I could hear the rattling noise of the zipper of my sweater being unzipped. The muscular rack making up my chest, growing more and more impressive by the second, would no longer be contained. As I felt the cold soft breeze on my chest, my nipples growing plump and solid, I remember I wasn’t wearing a shirt under my sweater. Well I had been, but after my workout in the gym I had been forced to sacrifice it as cum rag to shoot my load into. “Hey! You you there!” I heard a voice say coming from somewhere in the back of the train. I woke up from my euphoria, I snapped back my arm from the steel pole it had been holding, only just now noticing the deep imprint my massive paws had made. I hoped nobody had seen my muscles swell and ripple with power. The subway screechingly slowed down to halt and I quickly get off. It was a few stops early, but I’d already drawn an awful lot of attention to myself, and the persistent pleasant warmth promised more growth to come, and I wasn’t sure if my shorts would be ready for that. “Hey, you! Meathead! I’m talkin’ to you!” I didn’t look back, I could feel the growth move to my already obtrusive cock, I didn’t want things to get any more obscene. I felt some wimp grab onto one of my colossal arms, he was taking two steps for just one of my big strides. Was I gaining height too, or was he really that puny? “You’re not getting away from me that easily. You’re one of those freaks that is all over the news right? The ones who seem to magically pack on size? What are they calling it, that disease, now? ‘GR0-B1G’ or something? Well, whatever it is called, you're infected with it!" I nod to indicate no, but there probably was little I could say after he’d seen me gain 20 pounds of muscle in a few minutes. Shit, I’d manage to go undiscovered for so long too. “You’re not fooling me! Last I heard the army was paying millions to citizens that handed one of you aberrations over. Got your little freaky growth spurt right on camera.” The paltry and tiny excuse for a man said while waving his phone around triumphantly. Instinctively I grabbed the small device right out of his hand. I consider my options for a second. I had always been a law abiding citizen, but sometimes you gotta put your own safety first. I can’t help but feel a little intoxicated with my own strength as I crush his small phone in a matter of seconds. Wasn’t planning on being some lab rat for the army, especially now that I had this body to play around with. As I leave the puny runt to mourn the loss of his phone I wonder why I always worry so much about being discovered. If I could crush it, it wouldn’t talk. Advantages of being a behemoth. And as I hear the ripping noises of my cock fighting against its clothing prison I wonder how much growing is still to come.
  4. 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?”
  5. 2 points
    Wow that was HAWT. Great stuff. Loved the condom scene. Since he won the bet, the roommate should take the dose that he was going to give to Carl.
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    “I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head. “Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property” Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit. Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything. It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it. But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now. He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened. Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him. “I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were. “Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off” Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave. Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked. “Fuck” Lou chuckled He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money. “Excuse me” a voice asked Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles. “Yes” Lou asked curious “Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos” Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone. “Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed. Either way his balls needed emptying.
  7. 2 points
    Wow I never saw this topic before. Tons of replies, too many to get through in one sitting. Just wanted to chime in. Cock and ball (siliconed) and nip pumper here.
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    Hey guys first post thought I’d contribute some of my pics. Hope to catch uo with other pumpers and lifters.
  10. 1 point
    “You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the toilet again. He never considered the little guy would actually do it, let along that his brother was actually a beast. But the man before him did share some similarities, they had similar coloring, similar eyes and even hints of a similar facial structure. “Yes…….sir” he quickly added “Cool” he rose up from his perch, the underside of his pecs level with Dean’s eyes “I’m Hugh, you’ve been harassing my little brother” Dean started to back off, but Hugh gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. The hand massively meaty and denting into Dean’s pretty thick shoulder. “Nah, you’re not going anywhere” Hugh’s free hand clenched into a fist “Please, I’ll leave him alone…….” Dean begged, but Hugh hushed him “I’m not here to hurt you” He paused, flexing his biceps “I’m here to thank you” “Thank me” Dean questioned “Yea” Hugh let his shoulder go and started to feel up his own solid abs “If it wasn’t for your constant abuse, my little bro wouldn’t have come to me and asked to get big” Dean paled “Get big” Hugh laughed “You think this is natural” he bounced his pecs “hell no, I’m a chemistry whizz, or was in a past body, I mixed a little potion and got this body out of it” Hugh rubbed his crotch, his memories turning him on. His jeans showing the teeth of the zipper straining and nearly popping open from the mass behind them. “My bro’s been stubborn about getting huge, but you have helped chang his mind” Hugh patted Dean’s head “I’ll leave you two alone” He turned and jogged away towards some passing blond joggers, his muscled ass flexing. “Two?” Dean shouted after him “It’s just me here” A deep thundering chuckled erupted behind him. Dean jumped, falling to the floor. Behind him rose a mountain of muscle, gym shorts strained against huge thighs and a monstrous dick mound. Eight furry cinder blocks rose upwards towards two hairy muscle slabs. A thick neck and even thicker traps held aloft a solid jaw coated in stubble. Arms thicker then Dean’s thighs strained against tanned skin, thick veins coursed with testosterone. Two dark eye glared downwards, the muscle man’s mouth stretched into a sneer. “Hey Dean” the little fag boomed from 7ft above him
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    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”
  13. 1 point
    Business and Pleasure As Alan inspected himself in the mirror he had a hard time convincing himself he was getting the better half of the deal. Alan traced the flat and smooth surface of his belly while looking at his reflection. It was beginning to look a bit flabby. Alan bit his lips, he had lost a little more muscle mass than originally planned. But great things can only be achieved by making great sacrifices, right? Slowly Alan slid into the suit and tie prepared for him. His expression lightened somewhat, the new hand tailored outfit neatly hid some of the more unsavory curves on his body. Alan even let a smile briefly creep over his face, his handsome jaw was still largely intact. Largely. Alan’s smile faded once he heard the loud knocks of his twin brother, Travis, banging on the bathroom door. “Open up twerp!” Alan let out an exasperated sigh, opening the bathroom lock so his twin could waltz in. Alan felt his own tiny dick grow hard as he saw the bodybuilder sized Travis strut up to the mirror. His tree trunk sized legs had to move awkwardly in order to not crush the massive bulge that was barely contained in a filled out set of posers. As Alan looked at brother’s ripped and shredded physique he felt nostalgic for the time he and Travis had been equals. It was barely a few months ago, but the times that Travis didn’t have a squad of girls worship his devine body while he did his workouts in the mansion’s gym already felt like a distant memory to Alan. Alan jealousy watched as Travis started shaving, a thick shadow already having formed between the last shave a few hours ago. Travis’s big biceps flexed involuntarily with the motion, veins spreading and thickening to feed the big swelling muscle. “My muscle.” Alan thought with another pang of jealousy. Alan immediately scolded himself for the thought. A deal was a deal, and he could hardly call himself the CEO of one of the world’s biggest companies if he couldn’t accept the terms of a fair trade. Alan been sober and well when he had signed the agreement. He had given up his college grown muscles for them to be added to already bigger twin, in return, Alan had gotten the knowledge of the economics field his brother had acquired at college. Five years of muscle mass traded for five years of knowledge, it should have been indisputably fair. But each day Alan doubted the fairness of the deal more and more. Travis hadn’t just taken his muscle. His formerly formidable cock had been drained and added to Travis’s body as well. Lot’s of other things too, hair growth, testerone, feet size, all had been taken away and fed to the newly dominating bigger twin. Travis had argued that having two college degrees was much more useful than all these useless qualities that were just there to distract Alan from the company. But Alan missed needing two hands to play with my cock. And he was getting tired of his wimpy reflection. Alan was sure Travis had taken more size than he was supposed to, Alan hadn’t been this shrimpish before college. Alan was just about to ask if maybe they should have written their deal so he could have the matter looked into by one of the companies lawyers when he was distracted by his brother’s immense bulge jumping up and down happily as Travis tried to stuff his thick legs into trousers. “No home workouts and hours of worship today?” Alan said in surprise. His brother hadn’t stopped for a moment getting his immense muscles played with since he stole…. Acquired them. “Nope. Got a job interview.” Travis said, preoccupied with checking how great his massive muscles looked stretching out the suit. “Oh! What position?” Alan asked, privately hoping his brother would finally get into porn so Alan could jerk his puny dick off to images and videos of his brother flexing his weighty muscles. “Your position.” Travis said with a grin. “Shareholders called me, said they’re willing to buy you out and lose billions if that means they get a strong man in charge.” Alan stammered, unsure what to say. “But dad left me the position in his will….” Travis shrugged his wide lats. “The partners want you gone man, they think you’re just some wimpy college boy.” Travis reconsidered for a moment and opened up the last few buttons of his dress shirt again, his square pecs bulging out obscenely. “And they want a man in charge, someone they’d love to watch fuck their wives.” Alan’s expression grew even more dumbfounded. “Their words, not mine. Though all those trophy wives with sad and drooping husbands are probably aching for a real man like me.” Alan finally managed to refind his tongue, nearly biting on it while crying and stammering out something about ‘the deal’ and ‘the agreement’ Travis grew even more absent minded, trying to find an arrangement for his package that looked less lewd. “Don’t work yourself up so much wimp, haven’t said yes yet.” Gears seemed to turn inside Travis’s head as his groped more and more of his mountainous muscle mass through the tightly stretched suit. “In fact, I’ll even decline their offer if you can counter it with a better one. Better offer something big, the partners did promise a pretty big signing bonus.” Alan jumped on the opportunity right away. He wouldn’t allow himself to feel any more emasculated. If he couldn’t even keep the job he literally inherited… Alan doubted he could match the signing bonus or salary Travis was promised however, all of Alan’s bank accounts were maxed out trying to pay for Travis’s lifestyle. The big house, the new weights, the expensive hand tailored clothing, the never ending bills for hand made XXXXL condoms… It added up, even on Alan’s generous income. But he had other things to offer. “You could take a few inches of my height. We’re still both 6’0, you could finally be the taller brother.” Alan pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. “And there’s still dozens of pounds of good muscle hiding under this fat. 20 pounds extra you could take…” Alan saw his brothers expresion remain unchanged. “30 pounds even, ripe for you to take, fuck, you could probably head straight for Mr. Olympia with 30 extra pounds of pure muscle.” Alan was practically on the floor, begging for his brother to take the deal. “And cock, can’t forget about that. Still have 4 inches left… You can have it all. But please, let me just keep my job” Alan looked up, Travis had grown a wicked smile. “You got yourself a deal, lil’ bro.”
  14. 1 point
    The Lost Phone I let out a sigh of relief holding my brothers phone in my hand. It had been lost for hours, and he said he’d put a halt to my diet of his thick ropes of cum if I wouldn’t find it for him. I was happy I’d be able to continue to worship his massive babymaker and take the edge of his bull sized balls. I heard his loud grunts coming from upstairs, he was probably having a worshipping session with his harem again. I bit my lips, jealous off the guys and girls who got to worship his massive and globlike pecs while his post workout pump was still fresh. He had told me he didn’t want to be disturbed during these hours where his harem played with his impossibly large muscles. I wasn’t risking barging in, even with something as important as this. I was painfully reminded of the last time I had walked in, wanting to spy while every inch of my brothers skin was licked clean from his workout sweat. He had gotten furious after he had spotted me, the idea that someone as weak and puny as me would be present while he was at his most masculine had enraged my brother enough to cut me off from his doses of nutritious and delicious spunk for a full week. No, I wasn’t making that mistake again. I don’t think I could go another week without seeing my brothers filled 8 pack in front of my face while shoving his massive mahood deep down my throat. I’d just carefully watch the phone till he was done getting his masculine form admired. I might even start with the protein filled dinner I was supposed to be making for him. I was ready to forget about the phone for the next few hours and listen to my brother’s deep earthshake causing grunts while cooking dinner and jerking off when I felt the phone insistently buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out again, his notifications streaming full with a never ending requests to see and touch his ripped and powerful body. In between all the requests for sexual satisfaction I could just barely see all the emails from big companies offering ten thousands of dollars for stretching out one of their clothing garments in a instagram photo. I guess that is how my brother was able to maintain his lifestyle of lifting and fucking. But, seemingly ignoring the constant stream of messages was one notification, unmovable from it’s top spot. I didn’t recognise the app that was sending it. Must have been a virus, with an odd sounding name like ‘Chronivac’ I hesitated for a moment, and then tapped on the app to open it, curiosity guiding me. As soon as the app finished loading I was greeted by a fully nude 3D rendering of my brother’s hunky body. The tagline “Chronivac: Change Everything” was written in big letters on top. Water filled my mouth having a render this clear of each of my brothers filled out muscles right in front of me. I let my eyes dart around the user interface for a moment. Sliders for cock size and muscle mass floated around the hunky body of my brother. The checkbox “Aware Of Changes” had a big check mark inside of it. Feverishly I unchecked it, not wanting my brother to be made aware I had snooped around his phone. I considered playing with the sliders for a moment seeing how large and muscular I could make the 3D model of my already huge brother but I left it for what it was. Instead I looked around what other models the program had installed. Turns out the program was filled with 1:1 recreations of my brothers acquaintances. I recognised some of his fellow alpha’s and friends in the list. I was disappointed most of them were only far above averagely hung instead of carrying around a truly massive manhood like my brother. I recognised the names of some of his worshippers too. One guy my brother consistently used as his personal fleshjack had ‘Former Bully’ written between parentheses after his name. I had a hard time believing someone looking as scawny this apparent bully did as had ever tormented my filled out bro. At the very end of the list my name was written. I opened up the render of my model and it was as pathetic looking as the real me. I sat there for a few minutes, eyeing and soaking in my own puny form in photo realistic detail on the small phone screen when a message popped up. “Chronivac has a list of recommended changes and improvements for ‘LITTLEBRO.STL’ to fix broken power dynamic. Apply?” I let my boney finger hover over ‘Apply’ button for a moment before pressing it. I felt the universe around me go black for just a second before I opened my eyes again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The same hunky stallion and 1:1 recreation of me was staring back from the phone screen. Recommended changes? Fuck that, the model on the phone still looked just as great and muscular as I always had. Some long winded warning message popped up warning me about the dangers of ‘applying changes while the user was still marked as unaware’ I just brushed it aside. Didn’t have the time or concentration to read a text that long. My immense libido was taking over now that I hadn’t emptied out my balls for a solid hour. The thought of some twink worshipping my gargantuan cock really got me going, and I only noticed I had been expressing my sexual frustrations on the phone in my hands when I heard it knack and break. Oops, that was the third phone this months I had broken in the palms of my hands, and this phone wasn’t even mine. I just shrugged my wide lats. My bro had enough funds to buy a newer model, being the cute little hunky instagram model and all. Besides, there wasn’t much he could do if he didn’t like it. Afterall, I’d always been the bigger brother between us.
  15. 1 point
    Husband Material. “Eenie, Meenie, Miney.. Mo.” David mumbled exhaustedly, only half paying attention to the hunk his boney hand had ended up pointing to this time. “Name?” David managed to ask in between his yawns. “Marc” The hunk boomed, the grooves in his abs dancing like a wave as they shimmered in the afternoon sun. “Stats? David asked, not even looking as the stallion rearranged the package straining his yellow swim shorts. “6’4. 260 pounds of solid beef.” Marc said, flexing his bicep. David still not looking the slightest bit amused. David looked at Marc for a moment, really looked at him, tracing the bulges and bumps of muscle on Marc’s thick body with his worn down eyes. Marc was cute, he’d give him that. It was the way he posed himself, still not entirely sure of his new muscular body, but already oozing with confidence. David clacked his tongue. “No, you’re not it, sorry.” The hunk lowered his wide shoulders for a moment, the insecurities he had drowned in previously briefly visible in this new hunky form. David quickly motioned with his frail hands for the larger man to not worry. “Don’t take it personal, you’re plenty cute and hot, just not…” “...Husband material?” The hunk suggested. David nodded, thankful for the understanding. “So, uh, why did you pump my scrawny frame with those expensive instant muscle growth boosters if it’s not gonna result in me looking what you want?” Marc rubbed his thick hand over his rigid chest. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about abandoning wimphood and ascending to this. But uh….” “...It seems like a waste of a rather substantial sum of money?” David suggested. David shrugging at the question. “I’ve got billions to spare, just looking for the perfect hot husband now.” Marc was still softly poking and touching his developed chest, in cloud nine as he felt as his new strength and power course through his body. David reconsidered his early judgement for a few moments. Marc was more than cute, and David their connection. David had just wanted to ask if Marc maybe wanted to grab a protein filled bite sometime, till he noticed the yellow short clad hunk and his friends were long gone. Probably too horny to ignore their new urges and unloading their balls somewhere. David sighed. Maybe his standards for finding ‘the one’ were too high? The billionaire just drowned the intrusive thoughts with images of pumping another set of cute twinks full with muscle and testerone. “Maybe if I’m a muscle hunk myself I’ll be able to appreciate their masculine bodies together.” David muttered, while looking down at his own shrimpish form. He’d create a stud that would be truly be ‘husband material’ yet.
  16. 1 point
    The Gay Bomb My brother had been one of the first affected by the bomb. We’d just been relaxing on the beach one day, trying to get some tan unto our pasty white and boney skins. I’d gone for a short swim while my brother read a book, he was trying to make it less obvious he was ogling the hot and busty brunette a few feet away. When I returned from the water my brother was gone. In his place stood nearly seven foot tall muscle stallion. Wearing the same shirt my brother had but instead of it hanging over his frame it snug tightly around his big biceps. I was too infatuated by the man’s ripped and shredded torso to even notice he was also wearing the same red speedo, tightly hugging a massive piece of meat. I finally made the connection once I saw my brothers glasses pressed unto his handsome square jawed face. “Sam?” I asked the hunk meekly. “Oh lil’ bro!” His deep, booming voice had replied. I had wanted to ask how he had suddenly gained nearly 200 pounds of muscle and a solid feet in height. But as he tested out his new and improved body, bouncing his pecs for me, all sound had left my throat. I had gotten my answer on the news that evening. Experts were calling it ‘The Gay Bomb.’ and it had hit mostly in our part of the country. A pathetic lookin’ old dude long past his prime had been relaxing in his backyard when he had transformed into a young bull who could only focus on fucking. A exhibitionist couple had been having sex in the outdoors when the one on top had felt lightheaded and suddenly felt his muscles stretch and pulse til he made most Mr. Olympia look scrawny. And a lot of cases of people growing into full blooded hunks and alpha’s on the beach. And it wasn’t slowing down, each subsequent day there were new reports of hunky guys popping up by the dozens. All filled with testosterone and masculinity and only interested in other men. I’d figured the last part out myself while I jerked off to my brother plowing through his harem of twinks each evening. Soon conspiracies were spinning who was setting off the growth inducing hormone bomb’s that was turning an increasingly large part of the population into a walking wet dreams. The government, secret organisations, Russia, all were considered guilty. I kept a close tab on all of it, not merely out of curiosity. But because I desperately wanted to recreate the results. How was I supposed not to hunger deeply for a hunkification of my own? I saw its effects daily when every muscle on my brother’s body was worshiped with some puny guys tongue. Obsessively I started going to the beach, where the most frequent reports of Gay Bomb detonations were still coming from. I was lucky summer lasted as long as it did. A few months later I had built up a nice tan but was still my same old wimpy self. Each day I watched the news, seeing pictures of ordinary men being blown up to sex gods, imagining it was myself that got to show off his massive package and bulging pecs on national television. My friends didn’t share my obsession. They thought it was weird, and didn’t want to “be turned into queers” as they bluntly put it. They joined me on the beach regardless, enjoying the soft afternoon glow of the late summer sun. Going to the beach for me mostly meant tanning on a towel, thoughts of growing into a stud that could fuck every guy around him always present on my mind. Soft mumbles interrupted my erotic daydreaming. “Mind buying us a beer?” Even within my nerdy and geeky group of friends I was the complete beta, always running errands and helping them out. If I was a horsehung 7’ foot bodybuilder, I’d show them. For now I’d just buy them a beer. A few minutes later, when I came back with a set of cold ones, my friends were gone. Where they had sat just moments ago instead sat three massive muscular behemoth’s, all of which were being serviced and deepthroated by their own twink. And then I noticed the three giants were ripping out of the same swimwear my friends had been wearing. ~-~ Halfway across the world in a most remote country, a guy was playing his favourite mobile game. In it, he could tap anywhere on the world map and see an photorealistic animation of whoever he tapped growing into a super hunky version of themselves. It was pretty fun, he still hadn’t encountered the same animation of a normal man ascending to godhood twice, even though he had purposefully restricted himself to the same beachy area. Just a few minutes ago he had discovered a new feature of the game, he could change the blast radius of his growth inducing taps. Instead of just growing the normal one guy he had done three at once, he had found it an incredibly hot experience seeing their body rubs together as they were muscling up. The man wondered what would happen if he would change the blast radius to encapsulate an entire country.
  17. 1 point
    The Rebound. (This story had been originally posted on my Tumblr but has been flagged and removed there for containing the eroticism of the male butt. Posting it here to keep it available.) Eliot had considered himself an odd choice as for a rebound for the schools hottest cheerleader. Macie could bang anyone, why would she want to fuck puny Eliot? He was the brother of the last guy Macie dated, but Eliot and his hunky; lifting and fucking obsessed, brother had little in common besides a last name. Eliot didn’t share his handsomeness, his muscles, or the anaconda between his trousers. So when Macie had thrown herself half crying and sobbing through his dorm door, he had been more than a little surprised. Wailing about how his brother had fucked the entire chearleading-squad, Macie had made Eliot try his awkward best to make the incredibly hot bimbo comfortable. When Eliot had left for a minute to grab her some more water, he came back only to find her sitting in nothing but a bra on his bed. Ever shy, Eliot had tried his best to hide his obvious attraction to the nearly nude 10/10 occupying his room. Not wanting to take advantage of a girl who clearly had a few problems to sort out, Eliot just ignored her obvious innuendo comments as she gave Eliot ‘That’ glare. After a few more minutes of making the nerd very embarrassed and very aroused Macie had enough of her little game. Climbing on top of him, her trained body easily holding the twerp down, she threw away her last garments, and fully revealing her legendary set of tits. Eliot, no longer able to constrain his most primal urges, quickly discarded his own clothing, doing his best to make the reveal of his runty body as sexy as possible. Obviously failing, but Macie hardly seemed to care, her face not even showing disappointment when Eliot’s pathetic 4 inches of heat came free. Although still a virgin, Eliot tried his best to act like all those macho’s in the countless hours of porn he had watched. Slamming his undersized manhood into Macie, he had hoped to push her over the edge right away, unsure how long he himself would last. Instead he discovered her vagina had been stretched wider than his cock, his brothers supreme fuck stick undoubtedly having stretched Macie open for years. Fear spread through Eliots weak frame, realising his penis probably couldn’t even bring mildest pleasures to Macie. Unsure what to do, he starts pushing around his dick in the wide valley that was Macie’s pussy. His shaft touching one her vaginal walls by accident, a new wave of confidence suddenly comes crashing over Eliot, his body buckling with pleasure. Macie bites her lips, Eliot still looked and felt pathetic, but going by the amount of bliss that was shooting through his body, her plan seemed to have worked. Eliot rediscovered his footing and continued his fucking. But he wasn’t fucking the air inside Macie’s cunt anymore, instead his cock felt pleasantly girthy inside of her, pushing deeper than he should be able to with his pitiful dick. A powerful heat spread from his dick to all over his body, reinvigorating him and coating him with sweat. If Eliot hadn’t been so obsessed with how great his dick felt, he could have noticed how his limbs seemed to slowly stretch longer and thicker, packing on muscle everywhere with the second. But it was pretty difficult for Eliot not to notice how great his dick felt. He could feel Macie’s pussy stretch, having to now accommodate for his size. “God this feels great.” He managed to moan. “How are you growing tighter by second?” He asked, as he pulled out and slammed back in with his rod. Macie let out her own moan, feeling Eliot inside her now, feeling his pulse on the veins that were now spreading over his cock. “I’m not growing tigher, silly.” She let out another moan. “You’re just growing bigger.” The sound of Eliot’s bones creaking and stretching was obscured by both their moans as Eliot managed to establish a rhythm, new knowledge on how to move around around with his cock the way women liked jumping into his mind. He hardly noticed how he had gained a foot in hight till it was difficult to continue fucking. Effortlessly, he picked up Macy, choosing to ignore how his formerly boney arms suddenly swelled to the size of formidable biceps stacked with with muscle. Continuing fuck her while holding her body up in the air, much like a flashjack, Eliot felt the heat inside of his body intensify. His whimpers and moans made way for grunts as he felt his muscles expanded, and his balls lowered. ‘Fuck yeah.’ He murmured, looking down at his new shelve of pecs and ripped abdomen. His shyness replaced by cockiness. his attitude began to match the self-assuredness of his trusts. Macy grabbed on to Eliots back, his cock activating all her pleasure centers within her body, and still not slowing down. Under her finger tips she felt the hotness of Eliot’s skin, the muscle that was rippling through his back, making him wider and wider by the second. Macie moaned and whimpered, in awe of the man that was growing right in front of her, her pussy barely providing enough lubricant for steel like member. She felt shockwaves travel through her body, barely being able to contain her pleasure. Suddenly, Eliot pulled back out, leaving her feeling empty. “You put that meat back in there Eli.” She got her first look at Eliots junk after the transformation had started, his puny penis having been pushed past ten inches, and covered in a variety of body fluids. Eliot just smirked, she looked at how his boyish face had been rearranged into a square jawed handsomeness. “Not unless you beg for it, Mace.” Macie’s mouth went dry. Eliots voice having lowered an octave or two until it was truly manly tremor, worthy of the masculine body he now had at his disposal. His growth had slowed down now that he was out of Macie’s pussy, but the effects still very apparent. She looked at wide shoulders and bubble butt. He was oozing strength, quite literally, as the musk he was now emanating intoxicated her and challenged her fair sense of judgement. “Fuck me, please Eli. I’ve never grown a guy to the size of you and it feels amazing. So please, fuck me.” “Attagirl.” Eliot just said, before throwing her on the bed and continuing their session. The missionary position giving Macy an excellent view of Eliot’s already growing body. “Just be sure to put on a condom as soon as you shoot your load, I wanna go on for hours, don’t wanna grow you too big.” Eli just smiled, realising with the control he know had over every muscle in his body, including his pelvis, it might take quite a while before he decided to cum. And as Eliot felt the familiar heat spread through his body, stretching and growing his muscles, he just smiled at the thought that he was finally bigger than his brother. God was his brother a stupid piece of shit for managing to fuck this excellent piece of prime pussy up.
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    Coach is Getting Big “When are you hooking the team up with the stuff you are on coach?” Simon meekly asked, practically begging with desperation. His jocky football formed body was normally the envy of everyone around him, but compared to big burling coach, he might as well have been as thin as a twig. Coach just raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, boy?” “C’mon coach, you’re not fooling me, a few weeks ago your body was fat and droopy, past its prime… Now though....” Simon’s lips suddenly felt awfully dry. “Now, well, fuck man, you’re bursting out of those shirts.” Coach let out a deep chuckle, enjoying the attention Simon was giving him. “Stop laughing! You’re holding something back, some new supplement from the team… Something that is making those pecs so full...Those biceps so swollen.” Coach stared down at the college jock interrupting his lifting session, beginning to feel rather annoyed. “I’m not talking to you boy, till you treat your coach with some proper respect.” The Coach grunted, picking up the free weights again, feeling Simon’s hungry stare as started doing curls and blood started pumping through his biceps. The effort didn’t just pump them up, they seemed to… Grow under the effort. Simon was left flabbergasted for a moment, the man who had once been easily walked over by Simon and his gang of goons seemed to be gone. Coach might actually force them to put in some effort during training now, instead of just allowing for easy riding for anyone with a sports scholarship. “I’m sorry… Sir?” Simon mumbled hesitantly. “Attaboy, now, what was your question again?” Coach grunted in between his reps. “What… Supplements…” Simons eyes were entirely fixated at the impressive display of strength and power going on in front of him. “What… Supplements… You… Were.. Taking… Sir.” Coach roared, finishing his set, his muscles bulging and writhing under his shirt as pounds seemed to be added to his already beefy frame by the second. “Hard work ethic is the only supplement I need, boy.” The Coach said while flexing his pumped up arms in the mirror, and rearranging his hefty package after liking his results. Simon licked his dry lips, wondering if all the female professors going on pregnancy leave and the hunkifying and hungifying of coach were related. Coach just smirked, damn was he filled with testerone, he’d have to unload his balls a little before he’d do his next set. “Simon, go wait for me in the locker room. Have your ass ready and in the air by the time I get there.” Simon seemed a little taken back for a moment, before eagerly nodding. Walking out of the gym and shaking his trained ass in a way he knew coach liked. Coach heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. Carefully grabbing it out, making sure not to crush it in his big hand, coach just let out an exasperated sigh while reading the message. It was from one of the profs in the biology department. “Hey Coach, just wondering if the latest batch of experimental muscle boosting pills did anything for the football team yet?” It read, the man’s nasally voice present even in his text messages. Coach pondered for a moment, before typing his reply. “Nothing as of yet. Send another batch, the team could use the extra size.” Coach threw his phone down his gym bag, grabbing for the tub of pills it uncovered. Simply labeled: “New Supplements: To be tested on team” Coach eagerly put his thick and muscular fingers in, grabbing for the few remaining pills in the tub. He was just testing the water with this supplement Coach reasoned with himself, not living out some narcissistic fantasy where he got to be big and powerful again. As soon as he was absolutely sure they were safe to use, he’d hook the team up as well, Coach reassured himself. If Coach finally pushed past 300 pounds of solid muscle, and no student would ever outsize him again, he’d be sure they were safe and harmless. Maybe 350…. ...Besides if Simon’s ass was as tight as rumoured, Coach could use the boost.
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    Long Flight With the many flights Kaleb had been on, he'd grown accustomed to simply filtering out the voices over the plane intercom. “Fasten your seatbelts, we are entering a little turbulence.” “The staff would like to remind you this plane a strict ‘no smoking’ vessel.” If you traveled around the world as much as Kaleb did, those kind of announcements were far too many and saturated for them to still have any sort of weight. Twice a week traveling between Europe, Singapore and the US, Kaleb had entered a permanent feeling of jet-lag, his eyes red and droopy on his weak chinned head. So when he heard the latest “Here’s your captain speaking…” over the plane intercom, Kaleb just zoned out, barely even hearing the announcement of being forced to reroute due to storms and having to fly though toxic military grade waste that was still in the air. Instead thoughts of worry were all that was on Kaleb’s mind. His company was gonna let him go soon, he could feel it. Kaleb’s mind was extraordinary, but his frail and tired form always left little impresion. One of his fitter coworkers was going to usurp his position no doubt, some of the guys seemed to thrive due to the daily different time zones, Kaleb just tired his weak body out. Worry was so present on Kalebs mind he didn’t even notice the colour of the air changing to a bright green as they passed through the chemical waste cloud. He just let out a short cough, as he felt some of the green dust settle in his lungs, the air filtration system not equipped to keep it out of the plane. Kaleb thoughts were only interrupted as he found the air growing a little musky and stale, it smelled like the bedroom of a horny teenager in the plane. Kaleb suddenly found the perfectly climitizaded plane a little hot, he pulled open his tie a little, allowing for some breathing room for a neck that seemed thicker than it had been moments ago. Kaleb panted and hissed, his suit, which although hand tailored had kind of hung over his small frame before, suddenly felt a lot more snug all around. Maybe the big meal he had shoved down before getting on board had been a little more calorie heavy than expected? Kaleb bit his lip, suddenly feeling his libido kick into overdrive for some reason. Grunts and moans started emerging from all over the plane. Kaleb had thought some old hag had been sitting next to him, but now that he looked again all he saw was a beautiful young women who seemed to grow curvier with the second. Kaleb suddenly felt his fancy shirt ride up over his abs, a dumb satisfactory grin was all that was on his face as he observed his growing muscularity. Kaleb quickly threw his jacket off, enjoying how tight his remaining shirt felt on his body. A small part of his brain screamed in panic that this new body was all wrong, but the other part, the part that was feeling the intense eroticisim of having so much growing muscle at your disposal, hungered for more. Kaleb felt more and more overheated, seeping in the polluted air with growing gulps. His legs, formerly dangling over the chair, suddenly had little space to go, as they not only grew longer and longer, but also grew thicker with growing calves and thickening quads. He felt his hard long legs press into the petit feminine one’s next to him, feeling the shudders of pleasure that were crashing over the woman pressing into Kaleb hard sides. He traced her hungry stare to his growing bulge. “Sorry for the inconvenience all, we should have left the cloud of military waste by now. We hope you had a pleasant flight.” The new, much deeper voice of the captained boomed through the plane, no longer needing the intercom for his newly masculine voice. Kaleb just grinned, feeling his new pecs strain within his shirt that was plastered across every inch of his thick torso. Confidence now oozed out of him, his small face restructuring into a square lantern jaw, a new 5 o'clock shadow dotting his face. First thing he was gonna do once he landed was ask for a promotion, Kaleb thought his new hunky form would be much more persuasive and valuable to the company. Kaleb grunted, coming to grips with his new powerful body, as he heard soft moans and grunts spread all over the plane. As he eyed the piece of candy sitting next to him, he thought he might just join the mile high club just yet. It was a long flight back to the US after all.
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    Daddy knows best. “Daaaaddd.” Simon softly wailed, his voice high pitched and scrawny. Simon weakly tugged at his father’s superman themed tank top. “Mom gave the shirt as a present to me, give it back.” Carl had little issue filtering out his sons whining, instead his attention was focused on the big bulging biceps on his arm, where toothpicks had been mere moments before. He flexed them, feeling the muscular power coursing through his veins. Fuck, after spending 45 years as a wimp, Carl couldn’t love the feeling of strength anymore then he did now. To imagine he had woken up as a puny failure and divorcee this morning. “Give… It.... Back.” Simon continued, softly punching his hulking and bulging father in the chest in an attempt to drag his attention away from his own reflection. Carl didn’t even notice, too infatuated with his new square jaw and handsome face. Carl bounced his pecs, loving how they strained the tank top to its limits in the process. He’d been right to confiscate the 18th birthday present for his son, mailed in from his ex-wife. Carl had always called her a ‘witch’ not entirely without reason. Mostly because she did actually practice the dark arcane arts and curses in her free time. And what a horrid curse had she placed on this tank top, forcing anyone who wears it to grow and smell with muscle and testerone. The witch probably thought she would do her son a favor too, granting Simon a new, muscular and hunky body, the small and scrawny Simon who took after his puny father would be no more. But Carl had known better when he had seized the magical birthday present out of his son’s hands. When Carl had hung the huge tank top over his small frame, he knew that Simon didn’t really want to be huge. And as Carl felt the magic activate, pain and pleasure unfolding as his tiny body exploded with size, he felt his every muscle growing harder and stronger under his touch. Carl, known as the potato bag of misery, now stood a foot taller and so filled with strength, he’d never have anyone doubt his masculinity again. Carl grunted, discarding the tank top and taking in his massive chest, grunting in approval as he counted his hard cobblestone abs, his new big bulge throbbing excitedly. Simon quickly picked up the discarded tank top, his fathers new musky stink already deeply embedded into it. Simon quickly put it on, the sleeveless shirt looking more like a dress on his small frame. But it was as Simon had feared, the tank top’s magic was spent. He let out another wail, his sad small voice completely overshadowed by one his father's deep booming grunts as Carl explored another muscle on his thick body. “It’s so unfair, that tank top, that size, mom wanted me to have it! I’m the one who turned eighteen!” Simon stamped around, throwing a tantrum at the unjust world. “You’re the one who turned eighteen? Then act like it, twerp.” Carl’s deep voice roared. His son’s entitled and whiny attitude suddenly aggravating and irritating the big man to no end. Had Carl really raised such a brat? A brat that couldn’t treat the alpha’s of the world, to which Carl now belonged, with a little respect? Carl’s train of thought was interrupted as heard ripping noises, the jock keeping his new endowment was being ripped to bits by his growing pole. Carl grabbed his veiny cock, loving how weighty his prick felt in his hand. His testosterone had kicked his libido into overdrive. Carl felt Simon stare hungrily at his big manly cock, suddenly Carl realised how to teach his runty son a lesson. “I’m going to go upstairs, explore every new muscle on my body, and jerk off. Loudly. You’re going to do the dishes, clean the house, and get that attitude of yours in order.” “But daaadddddddd, I want to worship your big muscles and cock.” Simon moaned, his own tiny dick making a slight bulge in his pants. “No butts about it, son.” Carl grunted. Once again feeling the pure power that was pulsing through his systems, pushing him to be the commanding father his son clearly needed. Carl scratched his chest, feeling his thick pecs and powerful muscles. Thinking of the cute woman next doors, married to her highschool sweetheart. Carl might invite her to worship his new size tonight. Her husband could watch if he wanted too, while Carl shoved his new footlong cock down that tight pussy that had been tempting him for months. “First you steal my 18th birthday gift… Then you don’t even let me worship you…” Simon’s bickering was interrupted by Carl’s deep roar as he shot thick ropes of cum in the air, the first of many times that day. “Father knows best, boy.” Carl mumbled as his big body calmed down again. Carl thought he’d make a loyal cum slut servant out of his son yet.
  21. 1 point
    Split Second Decision Michael had always sucked at making decisions. If you asked him what he wanted for dinner tonight, you could wait for hours for a reply. So when a genie jumped out from some silverware he was polishing, asking him to tell him his deepest desire before the all powerful wish granting djinn went back to sleep again in a few minutes, Michael panicked. What was his deepest desire? Fame? Fortune? Power...? Yeah, definitely that last one, Michael got kicked around by everyone in his life, most of all by his jocky roommates. He wished nothing more than to be a dominant stud who didn’t take any shit, and had the body to back that up. But how do you wish for power? Michael had read enough fiction to know whatever he wished for, his wish would be turned on his head. Be too specific, and the djinn would play with his words, be too vague, and the genie fills in all the holes with his own devilish schemes…. Maybe wishing power wasn’t the right choice after all. Michael felt his choice anxiety kick into full gear, if he just had a little more time... The genie let out a yawn, wanting to go back to his century long nap. “Time’s up… Gimme whatever you wish for or you’re not getting anything at all.” Michael was gonna have to improvise. He bit his lips. If he just straight up wished to be a stud he’d likely would be been turned into a piece of metal. If he wished to be attractive the Genie might have pull up beauty standards from 500 years ago, when being fat was all the rage. He hoped to achieve a middle ground. “I wish everyone was in awe of my skill, and my roommates treated me with the respect I deserve.” He heard a clack of the Genie’s fingers. “Done!” The being of pure magic and power said. But Michael didn’t feel any different, he didn’t feel like he was suddenly earning more respect. He wanted to ask the genie exactly what he had done, but with a puff of smoke the Djinn was gone. Michael tried rubbing the silver lamp again, but to no effect. So much for three wishes huh? He stared at the silverware his roommate had asked him to clean in disbelief, not quite sure if what he had just seen and heard was his tired mind playing tricks on him after doing too many chores for everyone. Or maybe the universe just needed a moment to recalibrate around the new, confident, dominant alpha hunk Michael so desperately wanted to be? Michael’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt what was an earthquake move through his apartment. Loud thuds could be heard as two sets of massive thick feet moved up behind him/ “How’s it hanging Mikey.” One deep voice rumbled. “You done cleaning our shit yet?” Another voice voice said, both sounding like thunder rumbling through the living room. Michael turned around, only to find his two roommates as the source of the loud sounds. Well, Michael’s roommates if they looked 150 pounds heavier in pure muscle and testerone, clad in nothing but a pair of tight fitting posers. Michael’s mouth was agasp, his roommates had been decently sized before, dedicated to football they certainly had some muscle, but also plenty of fat from the many parties. Nothing like this however, these guys were bodybuilder sized, only recognisable by the same cocky grins that adored their faces. Michael hopelessly tried to start a sentence a few times, the muscular behemoths impatiently waiting. Was someone playing a practical joke on him? “Well just take that as a yes for being done with cleaning out the pig stall. You know what you have to clean up after that....” One of the muscular stallion's said, absentmindedly scratching his very filled posers, his package throbbing excitedly. Instincts in Michael took over, his body acting like this was usual business while his mind cried out in confusion. Going on his knees, he pulled down the precum soaked posing jock, a big, quickly hardening, baby maker pumping itself full with blood sprung free. Without any hesitation MIchael took the massive member into his mouth, tracing the veins with his tongue as it slowly pushed itself deeper down his throat with much ease. “God you’re the only one who can deepthroat me.” The muscled packed hunk bulderd, grabbing Michael’s hair as he forced the rest of his thick shaft down Michael’s throat. Michael was beginning to realise what the Djinn had done. His skills were appreciated and respected, he just hadn’t specified what those skills had to be. So now his roommates just happened to respect his ability to worship their gargantuan cocks. Maybe if he could get to the lamp again he could fix some of it… Michael heard a loud roar as his roommate shuddered with pleasure. His big and beefy arm smacked down on the table as Michael’s throat managed to massage his cock in just the right way. The sound of wood cracking and metal crashing could be heard as the table and its contents were crushed to dust under the hunk’s heavy weight. Michael barely even got to register the magic lamp being crushed to bits, as he felt the even bigger cock of his other roommate pressing into his back, begging for the pleasure only he could provide.
  22. 1 point
    Chapter 5 It's a fairly distant drive from Joshua's house in the suburbs to the city's most prominent gayborhood which affords the couple time to talk in more depth about the numerous issues and topics which have surfaced relating to their relationship. Ethan makes a very persuasive case in favor of renovating the upstairs of Joshua's house and Joshua green-lights the idea as far as getting some designs and estimates but nothing done until he's comfortable with the direction of the project. Joshua takes a tactful approach to segue that topic back into the topic of Ethan's finances with assurances he doesn't want to run Ethan's life or take advantage but after all this time living together it's more than fair to expect Ethan to chip in with the living arrangement which Ethan accepts without any reservations. Ethan even offers to pick up the check on this evening's excursion which prompts Joshua to inquire whether Ethan's self-imposed exile in Joshua's house has been a coping mechanism for dealing with his suspension from the superhero corps which Ethan considers and accepts that probably has a lot to do with it but he is ready to get back out into the world now and doesn't want those problems to cast a shadow on their time together out in public for the first time as a couple. Joshua finds an available unmetered parking space and then they walk about half a block to the modest-looking pink door sandwiched between two darkened storefronts. Joshua tries the handle and the door opens so he steps aside to allow Ethan to step through first. Ethan stoops his head and has to shimmy a little sideways to fit his broad shoulders through the single door frame but the interior doesn't afford much more space as it's simply a stairway leading upstairs. Joshua takes a look around the street, pondering why the stores are all darkened and the curb parking is so plentiful, before following Ethan up the stairs to the lounge on the second floor. "This is ... interesting," Ethan remarks as he looks around the place. He is trying to be as tactful as possible but it's pretty obvious this is not the atmosphere he was expecting. There are only a handful of seated patrons, a server, a bartender, and a lot of empty space on the dance floor. As Joshua reaches the top of the stairs, he too is a little taken aback at the emptiness of the place. "Wow," Joshua remarks as he slowly steps into the vast open space and looks around, "this place is dead." "I was trying not to say that," Ethan gives a nervous chuckle trying to break the tension. "No, it's the truth," Joshua confirms. "Let's go see if we can find out what's going on." Joshua leads and Ethan follows him to the bar where Joshua greets the bartender by name. "Max," Joshua begins, "this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Max - he's been tending bar here for I don't know how long." "More years than I can count," Max chuckles. "Damn, Joshua, how did you land a fine man like this?" "He found me actually," Joshua smiles. "Got daddy issues?" Max smirks up at Ethan who smiles back politely. "Hey!" Joshua protests. "We can take our business elsewhere!" "You wouldn't be the first," Max confirms, glancing around the empty club. "What's up with that?" Joshua asks. "I don't know," Max shrugs as he pours out a martini and slides it in front of Joshua. "I guess this scene isn't what people are looking for anymore so they've moved on to the trendier clubs. What can I get for you big fellow?" Max asks Ethan. "Surprise me," Ethan smiles, knowing that he can't get intoxicated easily so one drink is much like another. "I have a signature drink I used to pour all the time," Max smiles and nods, and begins plying his mixology craft. "Now Brian over there is the only one who ever orders this." Ethan and Joshua both glance down to the other end of the bar where a quiet, lonely middle aged man sits with his drink and watches them looking at him. "It wouldn't be the same here without Brian," Joshua comments to which Max nods knowingly. "Brian's been a fixture here longer than me," Max confirms as he hands a cocktail concoction to Ethan. It is bold and exotic, with what appears to be a mist cascading off the fluid and over the rim as if it's just come out of a freezer. Ethan eyes it suspiciously while Joshua and Max watch Ethan's reaction. "What's wrong?" Joshua asks with an ornery grin. "You look a little timid." "No," Ethan nods and puts the beverage to his lips, tipping it back and tilting his head to gulp it down. "No!" Max yells when he realizes Ethan is going to down the chug the drink but Ethan empties the glass before Max's protest can prevent it. "What's wrong?" Joshua asks as Ethan sets the empty glass on the bar. "The ice cube is liquid nitrogen!" Max explains, looking into the empty glass to confirm the ice cube is gone. "That's what gives it that smoky effect." "You swallowed the ice cube?" Joshua looks at Ethan. Ethan looks unperturbed for a moment until he realizes that swallowing liquid nitrogen would be potentially fatal for anyone else and to keep up appearances he grabs his stomach and rushes to the bathroom. Before he reaches the bathroom, he turns and rushed back, pulling a wad of bills from his pocket and peeling off a fifty dollar bill for the tab, drops it onto the counter and rushes back towards the bathroom again. "Will he be okay?" Max asks Joshua. "I'm sure he'll be fine," Joshua takes an unconcerned sip of his drink with a knowing grin that it would take more than a little cube of nitrogen to afflict Ethan and that Ethan's quick departure was just for show. "Well I hope so for your sake," Max chuckles, placing his hand on the fifty dollar bill and sliding it off the counter into his hand. "Why for my sake?" Joshua asks curiously. "A fine man like that," Max comments, "good looks, obviously well endowed, posh accent, and he's not cheap? That's a hot property in any neighborhood! And I've watched you coming in here alone for years and then leaving alone... you deserve a win." "You make me sound pathetic," Joshua remarks. "That's not what I mean," Max recants a bit and then glances to the side as Brian slides up alongside Joshua on the adjacent stool. "You're not pathetic," Brian slurs a little after having had several drinks already, "I'M the one who's pathetic. Do you know... do you know..." "Brian," Max rebukes him, "go back to your drink." "It's fine," Joshua deflects Max's rebuke of Brian. "Brian and I have been old pals for years now." "He knows all my favorite songs," Brian puts a sloppy arm around Joshua's shoulder and sways a little to the music in his head as he recalls all the times when Joshua has taken requests at the piano bar. "That's right," Joshua smiles, not really knowing Brian's back story but sympathetic nonetheless that he feels like his only joy is spending all of his free time drinking alone at a bar. "Are you playing tonight?" Brian asks, his bloodshot eyes droopy from the alcohol consumption. "Not tonight," Joshua shakes his head disappointingly. "Why don't you go back to your drink," Max again encourages Brian to leave Joshua alone and then turns and looks up to see a very disapproving look on the face of Ethan as he returns from the bathroom. "Oh shit," Max mutters under his breath. "What's going on?" Ethan asks sternly as he approaches from Joshua's blind side and sees Brian still half-clinging to Joshua's shoulder. "Oh nothing," Joshua replies innocently as he turns to acknowledge Ethan's return. "Brian's a regular here and he was asking if I was playing the piano tonight. Are you feeling alright?" "Fine," Ethan continues glaring at Brian who is not too intoxicated to discern Ethan's disapproval of his clinging to Ethan's boyfriend and so Brian lets his arm drop from Joshua's shoulder. "You don't look fine," Joshua remarks, a quizzical look on his face as he's trying to interpret Ethan's expression. Ethan looks angry but Joshua hasn't really seen Ethan's anger so it's hard for him to read into Ethan's expression. "I was just telling Brian that his drink is over there," Max chimes in and Ethan shoots daggers in Max's direction too, quickly stalling Max's further intrusion into this conversation. "I think that's a good place for him," Ethan snarls a little, sending a shiver down their spines. With Brian's arm now removed from his boyfriend, Ethan wraps his own huge arm around Joshua in a possessive manner and pulls Joshua closer to him. A couple of pops can be heard from Joshua's back as Ethan hugs him tightly. "Ethan!" Joshua protests, "I think you're cracking my ribs!" Ethan loosens his grip but keeps Joshua close as he continues to stare down the inebriated Brian. Brian takes his cue and slides off the stool, staggering back down the bar to his usual spot and stumbles a little as he fails to perch on his stool the first time. "That was uncalled for!" Joshua wriggles his way out of Ethan's possessive grip. "I agree," Ethan scowls in Brian's direction. "Not him," Joshua retorts, "you! What's with the whole alpha male aggression?" "It's nothing," Ethan growls softly. "Let's get out of here." "I think that's a good idea," Joshua confirms, assuming they will discuss this incident once they depart. "You two take care," Max calls out as they head down the stairs, still clutching a fifty dollar bill for two drinks. By the time they hit the street, Ethan's temper has already subsided which is good. Joshua does know that Ethan can rage-up quickly but he cools down equally as fast. Ethan looks up and down the street, now taking note of what Joshua noticed earlier which is that this neighborhood which used to be popular has fallen into abandonment and neglect. Before Joshua can rebuke Ethan for that little inappropriate outburst, Ethan offers his insight. "I know of a place that's always happening," Ethan announces, "if you don't mind leaving town." "I don't want to spend all night looking for a party," Joshua begins. "Nope," Ethan grins, "we'll be there in a moment." "How?" Joshua seems confused. "Close your eyes," Ethan instructs as he stoops a little and puts his arm around Joshua's waist. Confirming Joshua has his eyes closed, Ethan catapults them both into the sky with a powerful leap and streaks across the sky like a bolt of lightning, an echo of a sonic boom in the distance reporting his breaking the speed of sound. "Okay, you can open them now," Ethan tells Joshua who opens his eyes to see a huge crowd of people around them on an unfamiliar street. Nearby there is pulsating music thumping through the walls and a few flashing lights escaping through high windows on the industrial-looking building. Joshua hunches over and wretches a little. "What happened? Where are we?" Joshua asks in between gasps of breath. "That's probably just a side effect of the flight," Ethan explains, "but we're outside of Amsterdam." "What?" Joshua shakes his head as if he's trying to dislodge a bad dream. "What do you mean?" "To which part?" Ethan asks. "Don't get smart with me!" Joshua reprimands Ethan. "Why does it feel like my stomach is down in my shoes?" "I'll fly slower next time," Ethan offers as a condolence. "So we flew?" Joshua stands upright and takes a deep breath, looking around and realizing the street they're on is not in an American city. "To Amsterdam??" "Of course!" Ethan grins. "Well," Joshua finally catches his breath, "airsickness aside... THIS IS FREAKIN' AWESOME!" "I thought you'd like it," Ethan grins broader. "This is where I usually hang out, or used to at least." "But look at this line of people," Joshua turns and points at the hundreds of people waiting in line to gain entry into the obviously popular club before he realizes who he's with. "So I have put these good looks to some use," Ethan grins his trademark winning grin and takes Joshua's hand to lead him past the waiting line straight to the roped entry staffed by large bouncers who light up when they see Ethan approaching. "My Man!" one exclaims in English with an accent as he offers handshake and pulls Ethan into a manly hug. "Long time no see!" " Andres," Ethan greets the man warmly and in spite of the man's large stature Ethan still has a couple inches height advantage. "How have you been?" "Doing well," Andres nods, "but even better now that you've returned. Kristos will be happy to see you." Andres unhooks the velvet rope to let Ethan through. "Is this your flavor of the day?" Andres asks of Joshua who is obviously accompanying Ethan. Ethan blushes and makes a 'cut' gesture across his throat to signal Andres not to continue with that dialogue. "This is my boyfriend," Ethan replies with an embarrassed lump in his throat. "My ONLY boyfriend." "You must have indestructible asshole," Andres laughs as he lets Joshua through as well and Ethan quickly scurries them both away before Andres reveals too much more of Ethan's past proclivities. Joshua is not sure what to think about the exchange but he realizes they've never really discussed much about their past relationships before so he can't spite Ethan for withholding that he may have been a player in his past. The beat of the music grows to deafening as the couple make their way through the corridor leading the main club floor where thousands of clubbers dance and drink and basically live it up like there's no tomorrow. Joshua has so many questions but the beat seems to be a siren song to Ethan who is practically running towards the dance floor with Joshua in tow. "So who is Kristos?" Joshua has to almost scream to feel like he's being heard. "Kristos is the owner of this club," Ethan explains in an even voice but with enough volume to ensure Joshua can hear him over the din. "His family owns a number of these types of clubs and he's a friend of mine. He always says that profits are double on the nights I'm here so long as I can keep from getting too rowdy and breaking stuff." "This seems like a rave," Joshua remarks, immediately feeling like an old fogey for saying it like that. "This isn't even the craziest part," Ethan stops and turns back to look at Joshua long enough for Joshua to discern the grin and raised eyebrow on Ethan's face. "Just follow my lead." Ethan steps up onto the raised dance floor and immediately towers over everyone there. The DJ immediately spots Ethan's head above the crowd and fades the track to an even faster, frenzied mix beat that is customary for Ethan's taste. Ethan moves his way around the floor, bodies swarming around him and many of them intentionally pressing up against him as he passes. Joshua hesitates and then tries to follow Ethan but the dense throng is unrelenting and Joshua simply cannot push his way through nor does the crowd part for him like they do for Ethan. It isn't long before a shirt falls from out of the air towards Joshua's head and he catches it, immediately recognizing it as the shirt Ethan was wearing when they arrived. Joshua walks around to one of the bar areas along the perimeter of the room and steps up onto a railing to get a height advantage and try to spot Ethan. The crowd is dense around him but Joshua can make out Ethan's bare chest and broad shoulders as he gyrates around, occasionally picking up a cute girl into the air and setting her on one shoulder where she usually snaps a selfie of herself looking down to capture her perch atop the giant Adonis' shoulders. Fortunately what Joshua couldn't see amongst the throng was the number of girls and a few guys who were groping Ethan, licking his abs and grinding against him sensually. In spite of high quotient of beautiful and popular people in the room, Ethan still stands out as the most popular and attractive but that is little consolation for Joshua who is alone on the perimeter watching. Joshua steps down off the railing and settles into a chair to sulk. A couple of gays squeezing their way through the crowd towards the bar are gossiping as they pass by where Joshua is sitting. "Did you get a good feel?" one of them brags. "It is like a fire hose!" "I got two hands on it and there was still some left!" another one offers. "I'm an admitted size queen and I couldn't even handle that thing!" a third exclaimed. "I feel sorry for whoever does!" the first one remarks and they chuckle as they pass where Joshua is. Joshua inhales sharply and then lets it out with a huff. A handsome server steps up and interrupts Joshua's brooding. "Ethan's party always drinks for free," the server winks and stoops to set a complimentary cocktail on the small table next to Joshua's seat. Joshua is a little confused for a moment that the server doesn't immediately depart and then is more confused when the server leans in closer and kisses Joshua on the lips! Joshua is frozen for a moment until the server pulls away, and licking his lips sensually he stands back upright and returns to the bar, making sure to wiggle his tight ass back in Joshua's direction as he walks away. Joshua is speechless. "I call it the 'Ethan Effect'," a stranger remarks and Joshua turns in surprise to see a homely looking man sitting next to him that he didn't notice was there before. "Where did you come from?" Joshua asks startled. "Toronto," the stranger smiles and offers a handshake. "I'm Corey." "Um, Joshua," Joshua hesitantly takes Corey's hand to shake it politely. "I know," Corey continues to smile warmly, "I'm looking forward to you and Ethan's wedding." "What are you talking about?" Joshua begins to lean away a little, unsure if this strange person is drunk or insane or dangerous. "Don't worry, I'm harmless," Corey reassures, speaking instinctively to exactly what Joshua was thinking at that moment. "What I was saying is that I call what you just experienced 'The Ethan Effect'. It's sort of like his charisma and magnetism rubs off on anyone he's with for any length of time and you two have been hanging out nonstop for about four months now so that waiter was just responding to you in the same type of manner he would respond in Ethan's own presence. It's really the most intense display I've ever seen!" "What!" Joshua interrupts. "What are you talking about? How do you know so much about me and Ethan?" "My apologies," Corey reassures, "this is your first encounter apart from Ethan so I understand it's a little confusing at first... I'm a friend of Ethan's... (Joshua stares blankly) from SEARCH... (Joshua continues to stare blankly) the superhero corps?" "Oh!" Joshua finally catches on. "I'm sorry. Ethan hasn't talked much about his past so I don't really know much about that other than he is on suspension." "That was such an entrapment!" Corey yells but then quickly calms down. "The villain clearly flirted with Ethan first and then when Ethan responded in kind he claimed Ethan sexually harassed him while he was restrained." "Wow," Joshua replies at the revelation. "Ethan never really talked about what happened. So has Ethan kept in touch with you all this time? Or how do you know so much about us as a couple?" "We all have different powers at SEARCH," Corey explains. "Mine is chronostraticartography." "Um," Joshua can only mutter at the exceedingly long and totally cryptic term. "It just means navigating through time and keeping maps of the different timelines," Corey explains, "which is aided by the fact that I can pretty much blend in anywhere." How is that possible?" Joshua asks. "I just don't stand out in a crowd," Corey shrugs. "No, I mean the time travel part," Joshua asks, leaning in with genuine interest. "It's not possible for the average person, " Corey attempts to explain. "One cannot just build a time machine out of a sports car or take a space ship through a wormhole and end up in the past. But it's my superhuman ability and those are by definition 'impossible' to the current understanding of the laws of physics." "So you said you can 'map the different timelines'... there's more than one timeline?" Joshua asks. "Oh yeah!" Corey nods enthusiastically, encouraged by the fact that someone is showing interest in his field of expertise. "Reality is a series of decisions and each course of events resulting from every possible outcome of every decision is a new branch in time. People think of time as a single straight line but time is more like a branching tree with each decision one of the forks in the branches." "So that means there's more than one version of time?" Joshua asks. "There are other versions of me?" "Uh no," Corey replies succinctly, a little annoying that his analogy was apparently misunderstood. "Then I'm confused," Joshua hangs his head in embarrassment. "Don't be," Corey smiles to encourage him, "if it was easy to explain then someone would already be writing about it in textbooks and everyone would have time machines parked in their driveways." "So that's all you do," Joshua asks, "is travel around in time?" "That's not quite all of it," Corey smirks and Joshua is suddenly aware that the music and noise of the crowd has fallen silent. He glances around and all the people on the dance floor seem frozen in time, as if captured in a snapshot in whatever instant it was taken. Glancing over at the bar even the drink being poured out of a tumbler into a cocktail glass has frozen in midair, suspended in time and space. "Hey!" Ethan bellows, causing Joshua to pivot back around towards the dance floor. Ethan squeezes between the frozen bodies of dancers and emerges from off the dance floor, leaping like a gazelle over the railing and plopping into the seat next to Joshua on the other side from Corey. "I was just hitting my stride out there!" "Sorry," Corey apologizes as Joshua hands Ethan his shirt back which Ethan uses to dab a little sweat from his brow but then casually tosses it over his shoulder instead of putting it back on. "I was just demonstrating to Joshua how time dilation works." "Can you believe this?" Joshua marvels and Ethan smiles politely, less amazed as he's seen Corey's abilities in action before. "So will they know what happened?" "Nothing happened," Corey explains. "Time is still moving forward for them. We're just in a compressed pocket of time that can move faster or slower than time outside the pocket. Alphas are the only ones who can perceive it and freely move between this pocket dimension and normal time." And with that several other people stroll over from between the frozen crowd of mortals to join the trio already seated. "Itchy!" Ethan yells out as he leaps to his feet and hugs the first new arrival, a tall thin African young man. "Ethan my friend," Itchy grins a pearly white smile, "it is good to see you again." Itchy's accent sounds British which is common of many for whom English is not their native tongue to learn spoken English from a Brit. "I want you to meet my boyfriend, Joshua," Ethan leads Itchy over to meet Joshua. "It is nice to meet you," Itchy smiles and shakes Joshua's hand. "Likewise," Joshua smiles. "Is your name actually Itchy or is that just a nickname?" "We could never figure out how to pronounce his name properly," Ethan interjects, "so we just shortened it to Itchy." "And fire hose!" Ethan reaches out and grabs another tall, handsome athletic man by the arm and brings him in for a bearhug. Though not as tall as Ethan, nevertheless the man is obviously an athletic jock type and does not seem threatened by Ethan's male intimacy. "That IS a nickname," Itchy whispers to Joshua for clarification. "This is Lance Corbin," Ethan introduces him to Joshua. "If I had a brother it would be Lance. We roomed together at the academy, attended Harvard together, pledged the same fraternity..." "Banged a few of the same ladies," Lance winks, causing Ethan to blush a little. "Lance, this is my BOYFRIEND Joshua," Ethan emphasizes, and Lance covers his gaping mouth with his hand realizing his faux pas. "We all have a past," Joshua grins, learning more about Ethan by the minute whether Ethan likes it or not. "Is that Zygar?" Ethan eyes an unfamiliar looking man but seems to be familiar with him nonetheless. "It is, Ethan," the man Ethan refers to as 'Cigar' confirms his identity. "Zygar," Ethan drags the man over to meet Joshua, "I want you to meet my, um, what would be the equivalent in your culture?" "You can say 'boyfriend'," Zygar smiles an awkward but friendly smile as he shakes Joshua's hand. "I have been on your planet enough time to understand the concept." "Zygar is actually an energy entity," Ethan explains to Joshua, "who can inhabit a host body in order to move around in our world. But he doesn't keep the same body for very long so I never know what he looks like from one meeting to the next." "Fascinating," Joshua blinks in bewilderment at the realization he is meeting an alien inhabiting a middle-aged man's body. "If you can imagine," Zygar explains, "my species has evolved beyond the need for procreation and therefore there are no genders or pairing for intimate relationships." "Where is Kristos?" Ethan asks. "He's not an alpha," Corey explains, "so he's out there (referring to the frozen world outside of their pocket dimension)." "Well, bring him in here!" Ethan yells a little loudly, motivated by the enthusiasm of reuniting with his friends. He whips the wadded up shirt off his shoulder and flings it around and around over his head like a lasso while everyone watches in amusement. Lance steps up alongside Ethan and they begin doing a little pelvic thrust maneuver in unison that Joshua finds a little bit humorous and also a little bit disturbing. There seems to be something a little more than brotherly about Lance's intimately cozy posture with Ethan. In a few moments, an average statured but well-attired young man steps up into their midst. "How much have they had to drink already?" he asks with a smile. "None actually," Ethan laughs as he and Lance continue to gyrate about. "Joshua! This is Kristos Vostravos, he owns the club!" "It's a pleasure to meet you," Kristos takes Joshua's hand in his well-manicured hand and closes his other hand around Joshua's hand as well. "I am happy for you and Ethan." "Thank you," Joshua smiles politely, realizing the handshake is going on a little longer than is customary but not wanting to be rude and pull away. "Vostravos... that's like the name on the side of cargo ships." "Yes," Kristos nods as he finally releases Joshua's hand but then takes an uncomfortably close position next to Joshua, "my family owns a number of businesses and shipping is one of them. I never had the sea in my blood though so my father set me up with these clubs to manage." "Sounds exciting," Joshua replies politely while attempting to slowly scoot away from Kristos and simultaneously make eye contact with Ethan to non-verbally alert him that Kristos was making him uncomfortable but Ethan seems too preoccupied enjoying himself. "Not really," Kristos sighs, "it's a bore but I keep hoping to get into the corps someday." "So you're not a superhero?" Joshua seems surprised given the supernatural identity of the others in attendance. "No," Kristos sighs again, this time more obviously to garner sympathy although Joshua isn't taking the bait. "I have all the resources to be a gadget head though." "A gadget head?" Joshua asks. "That's a term we use," Corey explains, picking up on Joshua's cues and physically pulling Joshua closer to himself to help get him away from Kristos, "to describe someone who doesn't have superpowers but can compensate with technology... like Batman." "I never thought about that," Joshua begins to getting a better understanding of the whole superhero dynamic, that it's a lot like any other social structure with its clichés and hierarchy. "Or Iron Man." "Exactly!" Corey smiles and nods. Suddenly Ethan stops grinding with Lance, who also stops and they both turn to see an exotic woman swooping into their midst. The rest of the group also fall silent. "Sorry to break up the boys night," she announces with an air of self-confidence. "Madeline," Ethan announces in a tone of voice that Joshua cannot decide is affectionate and slightly aroused or intimidated and a little frightened by her arrival. "Don't look so surprised!" Madeline smiles as she steps up to Ethan who instinctively if not stiltedly stoops down to kiss this newcomer cheek-to-cheek on both sides in the customary continental manner known as Faire la bise. "I do have a social life as well." "Of course you do!" Lance replies as he too has to stoop down to greet this shorter but self-assured woman in similar fashion. "How have you been keeping yourself?" "Oh, you know," Madeline sweeps around the space and greets each of the other super-friends in a manner that suggests familiarity with each of them, "This world would be a smoldering apocalyptic wasteland by now if not for me! And who is this newcomer in our midst?" Madeline steps up before Joshua and he is compelled to stand and greet the graceful, commanding woman in similar fashion as the rest. "My name is Jo-" Joshua begins to introduce himself when she interrupts him. "Dah-ling!" Madeline grins knowingly, and then turns and glares at Kristos who begrudgingly but obediently shifts over one seat to make room for Madeline to alight next to Joshua. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! But I suppose you must be wondering who I am." "You're Madeline St. Sorbos," Joshua smiles as he takes a seat next to Madeline and finds himself strangely intoxicated by her presence. It's a heady mix of affection and arousal that disturbs Joshua a little deep down inside because he's never had an attraction to any woman in his entire life. "Why yes!" Madeline is startled and pleased by Joshua's recognition of her. "How did you know?" "You just won the Nobel Peace Prize," Joshua smiles and leans in closer, getting more intimate in spite of the rest of the group around them. "It's been on all the news." "That's right," Madeline reciprocates Joshua's singular attention for a moment, "and you even pronounced my name properly. It's spelled Saint Sorbos..." "... but pronounced Zahn-zor-BOH!" Joshua chimes in unison with Madeline as they grin and gaze into each other's eyes. "Madeline," Ethan steps in and interrupts the exchange, "Joshua is not an alpha - this is like slipping him a molly." "I know that," Madeline leans back away from Joshua and looks up at Ethan. Joshua on the other hand suddenly feels light-headed and confused, unsure why he was feeling so frisky a moment ago and why it passed so suddenly. "I was just seeing if I could still make you jealous." "Would someone care to explain?" Joshua shakes his head as if trying to shift a mental fog. "Madeline is a 'pusher'," Ethan pulls up a chair and sits across from Joshua and Madeline, "a telepath. She can read minds but also psychically implant thoughts and feelings into your head which steer you to do things you might not normally do." "It's such a timesaver for my work in international diplomatic relationships," Madeline smiles friendly back at Joshua as if to indicate that her prior amorous play was in fun with no malicious intent. "And I must say that you are obviously the brains in the relationship." She gives Joshua's thigh a flirty squeeze although now that he knows her ability and without her putting ideas into his head he politely smiles back knowing it must just be her way and is not intended as an advance. "Why would you say that?" Joshua cocks his head slightly with a glance towards Ethan. "Ethan has an MBA from Harvard." "Anyone can get one of those," Madeline continues her confident smile as she circles the room with her eyes except when her gaze falls upon Kristos who merits only a scowl but since he is on her other side from Joshua he does not perceive this reaction from her. "Besides, Ethan's scholastic success had a lot less to do with his brains and a lot more to do with his bedroom prowess," Madeline nudges Joshua's arm and winks. Joshua doesn't really know how respond but he feels a little insulted on Ethan's behalf. Madeline senses this resentment in Joshua and apologizes. "I'm sorry dahl-ing, that's rude of me to say about your lover." "I think you should be apologizing to Ethan," Joshua smiles but with a sterner expression. "Oh, I like you!" Madeline smiles at Joshua and then at Ethan. "Never let this one get away!" Joshua is a little miffed that she never actually apologizes to Ethan for what she said but something in Ethan's expression throughout this exchange suggests to Joshua that Ethan's less insulted by her insinuation and more chastised about it being revealed in this manner or at all for that matter. "You don't hold back, do you?" Joshua asks more pointedly, figuring that if this Madeline character is going to play it with no filter then he can dispense with the social pleasantries as well. "It comes with the gift," Madeline softens her tone a little bit once she senses Joshua standing up to her. "When you already know what everyone in the room is thinking, cutting through all the self-deceptions and the posturing and the social pleasantries really speeds thinks along considerably." "She's not wrong though," Lance nods and puts an empathetic arm on Ethan's shoulder, "you did get a lot of action at Harvard and it seemed like your tastes favored professors whenever exams came around." Ethan shrugs Lance's hand off his shoulder and squares himself up, rising from his seat to tower over the rest of the group where they are seated. "The rest of you hens can sit here and cackle," Ethan announces decisively, "but I came here to have fun!" With that proclamation, Ethan strides off partly in an effort to salvage his remaining dignity but also to return to the real world outside of the time pocket where from his perspective the world returns to normal speed and he wades back into the sea of writhing bodies on the dance floor. Lance rises and follows after him. "Don't get me wrong," Madeline returns her attention to Joshua, "I like Ethan but there are a great many things that he is keeping from you." "I'm sure there are," Joshua nods in agreement, "but it's his place to share them in his time." "Of course," Madeline smiles approvingly of this side of Joshua, assertive, confident and in defense of this boyfriend. "You two are made for one another." Joshua smiles at this affirmation and Madeline turns around to scowl at Kristos once again. "And I'm still waiting for a drink!" she barks at him and Kristos clearly lacks enthusiasm as he rises and departs to retrieve a cocktail for Madeline. Joshua concedes that this must be Madeline's manner and follows the lead of the rest of the group in tolerating it. "You all seem to know so much about me," Joshua announces, "but I know almost nothing about any of you. So I hope you don't mind if I pick your brains so to speak (winking at Madeline) and get to know more about all of Ethan's friends." The next few hours are illuminating for Joshua as he learns so much about Ethan's past, all of his friends from superhero academy and how the whole superhero corps works because Ethan has never really talked about any of it. After what seems like hours because of the time dilation effect of the pocket dimension Corey has created around them, Ethan and Lance return from the dance floor glistening with sweat. Lance has lost his shirt as well as his pants and his tight A&F model-quality physique has been enjoying the attentions of dozens of drunken partiers wearing only his boxers. They plop down in their respective chairs to catch their breath and find out where the conversation has traveled without them. "What are you all talking about now?" Ethan asks. "Itchy has been telling us about growing up in New Guinea," Joshua replies and then returns his attention to Itchy for him to continue. "I never knew you were from New Guinea," Ethan remarks. "You never asked," Itchy smirks. "Touché," Ethan chuckles. "I don't think any of us have ever heard about your childhood," Madeline asks Ethan pointedly to which Ethan gives her a sharp glare. "That's uncalled-for!" Lance leaps to Ethan's defense but Ethan puts up an open hand to calm Lance's indignation on his behalf. "It's alright," Joshua adds, "Ethan has told me that he was an orphan." "Ethan, how old were you when they recruited you into the academy?" Itchy asks. "I must have been very young," Ethan replies contemplatively, "because I don't remember a time before I was in the academy." "No memories of your parents?" Itchy continues to inquire. "None," Ethan shrugs. "I suppose Pamela is probably the closest thing to a mother-figure for you," Lance adds in an effort to soften what he can only imagine is a difficult and painful topic for Ethan. "Who is Pamela?" Joshua asks, thinking back to whether he can recall anyone by that name in the whole entire last conversation. "Pamela is - WAS - my mentor," Ethan explains. "And Pamela's not really the mother-figure type. She's more like a stern governess.. not the fun Mary Poppins kind with chirpy songs and advise for good behavior. Her idea of motivation is a spoonful of whoop ass!" Everyone chuckles as Ethan singlehandedly steers the conversation away from the brink of becoming melancholic. "Oh wa-a-ah!" Lance chides in a friendly mocking fashion, "I'm omnipotent, invincible AND immortal but my mentor is being so hard on me!" Ethan playfully jabs at Lance and the laughter continues for a few more moments before subsiding. Joshua thinks to himself that he knows not all of Ethan's past is wholesome and heartwarming but he's glad that in spite of whatever setbacks he's experienced Ethan has become the type of man with whom Joshua wants to spend the rest of his life. "I haven't seen her around since you were suspended," Itchy remarks. "Everyone knows she only works with the top Alphas," Zygar adds, "and with you gone we don't even see her anymore around the corps." "I heard a rumor that might be changing," Kristos interjects. "There's some new kid who's really be climbing the academy ranks lately but no one seems to know much about him. And he doesn't have a handler yet." "I think that rumor is always circulating," Zygar adds, "to try to motivate trainees not to slack off." "No," Kristos reaffirms, "this kid is supposedly right up there with Ethan on the IP scale." "That would be unprecedented," Itchy ponders the implications of two such powerful superbeings of Ethan's caliber. The conversation lulls for a moment and Joshua breaks the silence with a new line of questions. "So are you really immortal?" Joshua asks, recalling something Lance said a little time back, and directing the question at Ethan primarily but with an opportunity for the group to collaborate. "Like, you're going to live forever?" "I don't think anyone actually lives forever," Ethan chuckles a little nervously because the question does raise both philosophical and relationship issues that seem weightier than he wants to address. "The truth is," Corey interjects, breaking a period of non-involvement in the conversation that was so long Joshua had forgotten he was present even though he's seated right next to Joshua, "we can't actually know that because it's not like there's a test for immortality... but there's a very good possibility that Ethan could live for several centuries and most of it in this current state of perpetual vitality." "You guys are killing me!" Ethan bellows as he stands up so rapidly that his thighs kick the chair behind him several feet. "We're supposed to be here living it up here and so far my bro Lance is the only one with his clothes off!!" With that, Ethan unbuttons his pants and pushes them down to his ankles, steps out of them, and swaggers off in his briefs to again wade back into the rave scene. "It IS a little like a book club in here," Lance grins and quickly scampers off behind Ethan. "Okay," Joshua speaks up after they've left, "what is WITH Lance and Ethan?!" He looks particularly at Madeline who seems to have the most insight into everyone. "They just have a lot of shared history," Madeline reassures Joshua. "They're fraternity brothers and there's nothing more to it than that. You have nothing to be concerned about - Ethan is very much into you." "Thank you," Joshua smiles warmly at receiving Madeline's reassurance. "That's good to know. But I still have this nagging feeling that I'm not enough for Ethan... and now with this realization that he'll probably outlive me by several lifetimes it just shakes my confidence in our relationship." "One year, ten thousand years," Zygar interjects, "what matters is what you do with the time you have together now and not concern yourself with how much time you may or may not have left." Everyone shakes their head in agreement and Joshua smirks at the realization that the asexual entity is dispensing relationship advice. "And with that," Zygar adds, "if you will excuse me, this body needs to urinate." "I think your insecurities may reside in the age difference now," Corey adds, "coupled with the, well, Alpha factor. Ethan is a young, virile superhuman and if that wasn't enough you're now grappling with concerns of infidelity during the relationship because he's facing a millennia of future potential partners after you so there's little incentive for him to limit himself in the short term - his short term - for your sake and since he's not going to grow old with you the age discrepancy will only magnify over time." "Wow," Joshua gasps, "way to pile it on heavy there." "Sorry, that was not my intention... but," Corey sighs and points across the room as he pulls them out of the time pocket to let them rejoin the flow of time in the normal realm. The loud, pulsating beat of the music and the roar of the raucous ravers rises in amplitude along with the flashing lights which were all suspended and suppressed while they enjoyed the relative peace and quiet of the pocket dimension right in the middle of the chaotic dance party. Joshua turns to look in the direction Corey is pointing and his blood immediately begins to boil. He stands and storms away from his new friends - Ethan's friends - towards the sight that has him fuming. Picking his way through the dense crowd of onlookers and revelers, Joshua gets to the center of the melee which is surrounding one of the bar areas where he finds Ethan and Lance. Both are still in their underwear and are reclining on their backs on the bar head to head. The bartenders are pouring various mixtures of alcoholic drinks on different parts of the two hunks' bodies while frenzied sycophants are lapping the concoctions off their flesh as fast as it is being poured out, imbibing in both the intoxication of the drinks and the equally intoxicating pheromones of the rippling, hard-bodied hunks hard bodies. A few of the drunken worshipers are also adding their own substances to the mix, a powdery substance that dissolves in the fluid and is easily ingested to promote a heightened sense of euphoria which amplifies the pleasures of the rave scene for the attendees. "WHAT... THE... FUCK!!" Joshua bellows and Ethan turns his head to see Joshua's disapproving glare. Ethan immediately begins to try to shoo away the revelers although many are reluctant to back away and lose their coveted spot where they can lick and fondle the burly beverage dispensing body. Ethan sits up and swings his legs around in front of him, quickly departing from the top of the bar and steps over close to Joshua so they can attempt to have a semi-private conversation in the middle of the dense crowd. "We were just having a good time," Ethan reassures Joshua although Joshua is unconvinced. "All of these people are just having a good time. Why aren't you having a good time?" Ethan tries to convince Joshua but even as he's making his point the crowd continues to press in tighter around them, each one attempting to touch Ethan's body and a few still determined to lick any remaining spirits from his skin. Ethan doesn't look down but he can feel one particularly determined and amorous fan as she keeps grabbing at his crotch so he swats his hand down there to try to shoo her away. Joshua just glares and then looks down at the girl nuzzling Ethan's crotch and looks back up at Ethan with a look of rebuke. "This is your idea of a good time?" is all Joshua can say with a disapproving head shake. "Yes it is," Ethan states matter-of-factly. "Can I help it if people enjoy being around me?" "Around us!" Lance hollers from his continued altar of being worshiped atop the bar. "Don't you think this is shallow," Joshua tries to reason with Ethan, "not to mention... manipulative?" "Back off!" Ethan growls at the girl who won't leave his groin alone and then looks back up at Joshua. "I'm not manipulating anyone. If anything, they're just intoxicated and its lowered their inhibitions." "And high," Joshua proclaims, wiping a small amount of powder off Ethan's pec and holding it up on his fingertip for Ethan to examine. "Like this girl... this isn't just drunk!" Joshua points down to the girl still grinding on Ethan's thigh and playfully reaching back for his package yet again. "Look!" Ethan gets frustrated with the persistent girl and stoops to grab her arm firmly enough to yank her to her feet but not to hurt her. "No means no! Why don't you go cool off or take a long walk off a short dock!" The rejected girl seems completely unaware of herself and simply wanders off into the crowd, allowing Ethan to return his focus on diffusing Joshua's anger. "Okay, so some of them are a little out of control." "YOU'RE out of control!" Joshua yells and turns to try to fight his way through the crowd to storm off. Ethan grabs Joshua's arm and forcefully spins him back around to prevent him from storming off to which Joshua angrily glares up at Ethan who immediately regrets having just grabbed Joshua like that. Lance pushes his way through the crowd, fighting off his own admirers to take Ethan's side. "I know it's not your polite tea party over there," Lance interjects, "but this is how we have fun and no one's getting hurt." "Why are you talking to me?!" Joshua snarls at Lance. Lance throws his hands up in front of him defensively, apologetic for intruding in the midst of a lover's quarrel. "So what do you want from me?" Ethan sighs in resignation. "I just want to go home," Joshua replies, "but unfortunately I can't do that without you so if you'll just take me home then I don't care if you want to return here and keep doing whatever it is you two do." "Okay," Ethan nods, "I'll take you home." Ethan gives Lance a simple look and Lance nods knowingly, so deep is their bond of friendship. Ethan gathers up his clothes and wraps an arm around Joshua, whose body language is evident that he's not thrilled about being this cozy with Ethan but it's his only avenue home. Ethan gently rises off the floor into the air with Ethan in tow and the partiers all cheer wildly as the sexy superhero in his underwear slowly flies around the room and out through an open skylight before accelerating gradually to his usual hyper-speed in order to make the journey easier on Joshua's stomach. "When did Ethan get so whipped?" Lance pouts as he slumps into a chair back in the circle of friends following Ethan's departure. "He's not whipped," Madeline retorts, "it's called maturity and I suggest you give it a try. You can't stay a frat-boy forever." "Joshua is just what Ethan needs in his life," Zygar adds. "They're destined for great things," Corey adds also, "and the world needs them together even if it doesn't know it yet."
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    Die Zeit wirkte wie eingefroren. Wir beide standen da, unsicher wie wir reagieren sollte und ich nur mit einem kleinen Handtuch bekleidet. Irgendwann fand ich wieder zu meiner Sprache zurück und versuchte, die Situation beherrschend, selbstbewusst zu fragen: „Was geht?“ (Ernsthaft... WAS GEHT.... wie bescheuert.) Jan schien aber mein verbaler Fauxpas nicht aufgefallen zu sein und meinte: „Ich... ehm... wollte mir dir.... ehm.... reden.“ Auf einmal wurde der Fußballer total rot im Gesicht und fügte leiser hinzu: „Über.... heute... den... Unterricht.“ Keine Ahnung ob ich rot wurde, aber auf einmal fühlte ich mich auch etwas anders. Ich trat beiseite und machte den Eingang frei. „Komm rein.“, meinte ich und stand an der Tür regelrecht Spalier. Jan trat ein, schaute sich kurz um und ich geleitete ihn dann in Richtung des Wohnzimmers: „Willst du... eine Cola?“, fragte ich und wirkte nun auf einmal gar nicht mehr so selbstsicher, wie es mir recht gewesen wäre. Wo war dieses Testosteron, dass mich zu einem Alpha machte, wenn man es brauchte? Jan schüttelte nur den Kopf, setze sich und wirkte in seiner ganzen Haltung extrem verspannt. Ich setzte mich ihm breitbeinig gegenüber, dachte nicht nach und wollte dann tatsächlich mit ihm ein ernsthaftes Gespräch führen. Die Augen meines Mitschülers weiteten sich nur, als meine Männlichkeit relativ prominent aus dem kleinen Handtuch raushingen. Als ich den Blick bemerkte und ihm folgte wurde ich anscheinend wirklich rot (warum wurde ich ROT? Ich hatte vor ein paar Stunden seinen Mund an meinem Schwanz, wollte mit meinem Sportlehrer schlafen und jetzt war mir DAS peinlich?), nahm schnell das Handtuch und verdeckte damit so gut es ging meinen Penis. „Sorry.... Ehm... was wolltest du besprechen.“, leitete ich dann das Gespräch ein um diese seltsame Situation zu entschärfen. Jan holte tief Luft und ratterte dann, wie auswendig gelernt runter: „Das war ein Versehen. Das sollte eigentlich gar nicht passieren. Es tut mir Leid, dass ich das gemacht habe und zum anderen dass du Ärger mit Herrn Becker bekommen hast. Weiterhin wäre es super, wenn du das für dich behalten könntest.“ Jetzt dämmerte es mir und ich wusste, worauf Jan raus wollte. Ich schaute ihn ruhig an und fragte, so neutral wie möglich: „Du bist schwul und keiner weiß es, oder?“ Jan’s Kopf drohte zu explodieren, so rot wurde er. Er schüttelte den Kopf. „NEIN! Nein! Ich... haha.... ich bin das nicht. Mädchen und so machen mich total geil.“ Ich antwortete auf diese offensichtliche Lüge nicht und schaute ihn nur ruhig an. Es herrschte wieder einen ganzen Moment Stille und nur auf der Straße konnte man das ein oder andere Auto fahren hören. Irgendwann brach dann der Widerstand von Jan und er seufzte. „Du darfst es KEINEM erzählen.“, begann er dann zu sprechen. „Ja. Ich stehe auf Männer. Seit ich mit Fußball angefangen habe und in der Umkleide all die Kerle mit trainierten Körpern gesehen habe, wusste ich es. Ich finde einen Schwanz halt geiler als Brüste.“ Ein erneuter Seufzer. „Aber sag das mal deinen Eltern. Oder deinem Trainer. Oder so jemandem wie Sven. Er ist mein bester Freund seit der Grundschule und er wirkt wie ein Arschloch. Aber er ist vollkommen ok.“ – „Na anscheinend nicht, wenn du ihm sowas nicht sagen kannst.“, antwortete ich dann sogleich. „Du verstehst das nicht. Das ist nicht... so einfach.“ Und tatsächlich wirkte Jan eher verzweifelt. Ich betrachtete den jungen Mann einen Moment, nickte dann aber und sagte: „Ich... behalte es für mich. Ok? Versprochen.“ Ich wusste nicht ganz genau, was in ihm vorging und warum er es nicht einfach erzählte oder dazu stand, aber ich akzeptiere die Entscheidung von ihm. Jan lächelte matt und nickte einfach nur. Es herrschte noch einen Moment Stille und ich wusste nicht so recht, warum er nicht gehen wollte und warum ich ihn nicht einfach wegschickte. „Kann... ich dich noch um... etwas bitten?“, fragte Jan ohne aufzublicken. Ich nickte erneut und mir blieb regelrecht die Spucke weg, als der Fußballer sagte: „Schlaf mit mir. Sags keinem, behalte es für dich, aber schlaf mit mir.“ Und wieder war der Kopf hochrot. Jans, als auch meiner. „Ehm....“ Unverbindlicher Sex. Hier und jetzt. Meine Eltern waren weg. Ich könnte... was wenn die Nachbarn... ach egal.... Tausend Gedanken steckten hinter diesem einem „EHM“ . Unschlüssig was ich nun tun sollte beobachtete ich nur, wie Jan aufstand, nun auf mich zu ging, eine Hand an meine Wange legte und dann seine Lippen auf meine drückte. Nach kurzem Zögern trafen sich unsere Zungen und dann (endlich) übernahmen die Hormone die Kontrolle. In Rekordzeit war mein Schwanz zu voller Größe angewachsen und die Spitze berührte schon den Bauch von Jan. Er beugte sich sogleich runter, nahm ihn in den Mund und ich konnte nur Stöhnen und Zittern vor der Sensibilität. „Gott... der ist so gigantisch“, meinte Jan als er kurz den Mund frei hatte. Ich selbst war wie ein Zuschauer, der beobachtete, was ich rein instinktiv machte. Meine Arme schlossen sich um den (vergleichsweise) zierlichen Körper von Jan, meine Biceps spannte sich an und die Adern traten hervor. Ich nahm den Fußballer hoch und ging mit ihn in mein Zimmer im ersten Stock. Ich warf ihn leicht auf mein Bett und beugte mich sofort über ihn. Unsere Lippen berührten sich wieder und wir küssten uns, während ich immer fordernder wurde. Mit meinen Lippen selbst konnte ich die leichten Stoppeln von Jans Bart spüren und mit meiner Hüfte, die seinen Schritt versuchte leicht zu massieren, konnte ich seine Erektion spüren. Ich zögerte nicht lange, riss ihm das Shirt auf und begann mit meiner Zunge an seinen harten Nippeln zu lecken und zu beißen, bevor ich mich über seine Abs hermachte. Der Fußballer war total trainiert und ich konnte jede Wölbung mit meiner Zunge nachfahren, bis ich an seiner Jeans angekommen war. Ungeduldig machte ich diese auf und hatte nun tatsächlich meinen ersten Schwanz direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Mit instinktiver Routine nahm ich nun sein bestes Stück in den Mund und begann mit meiner Zunge daran zu spielen, zu saugen und währenddessen ihm irgendwie noch weiter die Hose auszuziehen. Ein paar Minuten später folgen die Reste des zerrissen Shirts und die Hose unachtsam auf den Boden und unsere beiden, nackten Körper waren eng in einander verschlungen. Ich spürte unsere Schwänze zwischen unseren beiden Sixpacks eingeklemmt, während wir uns fordernd und regelrecht aggressiv küssten. Meine rechte Hand wanderte dann irgendwann wieder nach unten und fing an den Hintern von Jan zu massieren und langsam einen Eingang zu finden. Mein Zeigefinger an seiner Öffnung, zögerte ich doch einen Moment, blickte dem Fußballer kurz in die Augen und als dieser nickte schob ich meinen Finger komplett in ihn. Er stöhnte laut und beruhigte sich auch nicht mehr, als ich Finger nr. 2 und nr.3 dazu holte. Leider war das nicht mal ansatzweise der Umfang meines Schwanzes. Wie lange ich das Loch weitete, damit ich reinpasste, weiß ich nicht mehr. Irgendwann waren Jans Beine dann in der Luft, drückten gegen meine haarige Brust und ich war mit der Spitze meiner Eichel direkt an seinem Eingang. „Mach!“, forderte er und wirkte beinahe aggressiver als ich auf Testosteron. Von Schreien begleitet rammte ich nun 32 cm in den jungfräulichen Hintern. War der erste Widerstand gebrochen wurde es von Minute zu Minute besser. Jan kam, während ich in ihm war bereits zwei Mal und sein Sperma bedeckte seinen Waschbrettbauch. Ich schwitze, ich stöhnte, ich röhrte und es war das geilste, was ich jemals gefühlt habe. Es könnten 10 Minuten, 1 Stunde oder auch nur 10 Sekunden gewesen sein, bis ich merkte, dass ich kommen würde. „Ich.... komme...“, stöhnte ich und wollte mich aus Jan zurückziehen, aber dieser beugte sich leicht nach vorne was seine Abs anspannte, griff zielsicher nach meinen Nippeln, drückte sie hart und meinte: „Gibs mir, Großer.“ Den folgenden Schrei der Freude und Erleichterung hatte sicherlich die halbe Nachbarschaft gehört. Ich brach zufrieden auf meinem kleinen Freund zusammen, keuchte und zuckte noch immer ob der Anstrengung. Jans Hände strichen mir leicht über den Rücken und wir genossen einfach noch einen Moment. Nackt, verschwitzt und verklebt lag ich auf dem Rücken, Jan zu meiner rechten in meinem starkem Arm. Sein Kopf lag auf meiner Schulter während er mit einer Hand immer wieder durch meine Brusthaare strich. „Wie kann ein Mann nur so gigantisch und gut sein.“, fragte er mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln. „Gute Gene...“, log ich und seufzte innerlich, da das hier nicht wirklich mein Verdienst war. „Ich wünschte... ich hätte auch so einen Body.“, offenbarte sich Jan auf einmal. Ich wirkte überrascht und schaute ihn, sofern das in der Haltung möglich war, an und meinte: „Aber als Fußballer ist das nicht zwingend gut. Du hast mich beim Basketball gesehen.“ Jan seufzte und meinte: „Mein Dad will, dass ich Fußballer werde. War auch ganz nett bisher. Aber ich stehe halt auf Muskelberge. Große Brustmuskeln. Sexy Abs....“, wobei er bei jeder Aussage über das passende Körperteil bei mir strich. Ich folgte der Bewegung und auf einmal kam mir eine Idee. Ich sprang aus dem Bett auf und meinte zu Jan: „Gib mir deine Email Adresse.“
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    Read Part One HERE Liquid Manhood Chapter Two The bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall. Big Ben liked having his fraternity brothers know when he was beating the monster. His battleship-sized feet hung off the end, his 50 inch TV blaring out the moans of some porn he’d stolen from another brother. But in Big Ben’s huge meaty hand was his phone, a blond twink choking down a fat cock drawing all of the giant linebacker’s attention. His other hand was furiously pounding at this swollen meat stick; his hearty bull nuts bouncing against the sweaty sheets. A load of cum was already drying on his heaving pecs. Big Ben was so grateful he wasn’t hairy. The flood of cum he shot every time he jacked off would’ve been hell to clean up. The look of his pecs having rich brown hair on would be sexy, and it only made Big Ben jack off harder. The room reeked of him, he was still covered in the gunk and sweat from practice the night before. He’d shower after he had come. After that he would wipe down his pecs, wishing he could get some guy to do it for him. He’d returned from practice and slept the rest of the day, more exhausted than usual. He could hear his brothers starting to wake, it was nearly time. Big Ben always timed his pre-shower strut so that he caught a couple of his brothers waking up. His heavy footfalls getting their attention as they wiped sleep from their eyes. They always laughed, though Big Ben could see some fear in their eyes as he thudded down the hall. Comments like, “Thank fuck my girlfriend isn't here” or “Taking the beast for a walk huh” would be uttered. Big Ben would just grunt or make some comment about the guy’s girlfriend. Then he’d get into the shower and as silently as possible he’d cover the tiles with cum thinking about doing the same to his fraternity brothers faces. Big Ben bit his lip as he shot. Cum splattering over the cold load from before, his balls unleashing an epic load. But Big Ben sat bolt upright, his hand looked odd on his cock, his fingers were wrapped around his fat cock, still rock hard and waiting to go for two or three more times. His fingers though were touching they hadn’t touched since he was 15. The floor shook as he got to his feet, wiping the cum off his thick chest with his blanket. He looked down as his now soft cock, the shock having killed his boner. It looked slimmer, not as salami fat as it used to. Even though he was near to grazing his head on the ceiling and making the oak floor struggle under his weight, he, Big Ben, the hulking linebacker, felt small. He grabbed his jockstrap from the floor and gave it a sniff, holding the reeking pouch against his face. The musk, his musk calmed him, the cotton tickling his stubbled jaw. He pulled it on, heading to the shower as quick as he could, for the first time in his life not wanting to be seen. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Melvin woke not to the sound of Chris’ alarm waking him hours before he needed to be woken, but to a horrific painful smell in his nose. He coughed and spluttered as he breathed in, it tasted like a locker-room. Reminding him of the smell of his fingers after handling Big Ben’s jock strap. “Good you’re awake” Chris said, he was already dressed and looked like he was heading out. Melvin let out some sort of sound that was meant to be words, but he was still too tired. “I’m going to check in on the jocks, I’ve got an hour or so spare.” He grinned, “Oh and check out Bert.” Melvin blinked a few times trying to get his eyes used to the bright light, Chris had opened the curtains and Melvin was blinded. He watched as Chris left, slamming the door. Melvin climbed out of bed, his baggy pajamas hiding his frumpy shape. He popped open a window. Must be the elixir making that smell. As he pulled back from leaning over the best he felt a strip of wetness spread down his shirt. It was Bert, or a cactus that must be Bert. Gone was the small little cactus, now a thick almost throbbing green foot of plant sat in the pot, two bulbous bulbs at its base. A large bright red flower had erupted at the tip, oozing ripe sap. Melvin sniffed the wet sap on his shirt, it smelt like the funk he’d woke up choking on. The door suddenly opened, Chris was back. “Bert…” Melvin started “He….” Chris butted in, “Looks like a penis. Yeah, I noticed” “So the stuff works,” Melvin asked excited. Chris nodded and stepped over to the desk picking up Bert’s pot, trying not to get reeking sap on himself. “What are you doing” Melvin asked following Chris as he headed to the door “I’m throwing Bert out, not having our room smell like a jockstrap,” Chris said and he turned, poking a finger into Melvin’s chest. “Don’t touch the elixir. We know what it does to a plant, but not what it does to humans.” Melvin nodded, “But can you buy me a new Bert?” Chris smiled sweetly, “Sure.” And he left, taking Bert with him, Melvin knew he’d never get a new one. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “19, 20, 21,” Barrett counted out loud as he continued his morning exercise routine,clad in only pajama shorts with the straps of his jockstrap peeking out from the waist line. His body dipped down and up with each push up, he was already sweaty, and feeling tired. He’d woken up refreshed, but oddly stiff, like he’d overworked himself at practice. But he hadn’t. He’d barely pushed himself. “25……..26...” he started, but his arms gave way half way through the last push up. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, the sounds of his frat brothers waking up echoing through the house. A second ago he’d heard the unmistakable sounds of Big Ben’s monstrous frame thudding past his room. He wondered if Big Ben was feeling just as odd as he was. It seemed that everyone at practice was off, and it wasn’t just because of the over partying on the weekend before. His room was massive, it had been his older brother’s when he was a member of the fraternity. A floor to ceiling mirror decorated one wall, hiding a closet. Barrett always hid how often he’d stare at himself in the mirror, flexing a bicep, arrogantly smirking at himself. But today as he sat up he looked at himself with concern. Even though he’d slept longer than normal he still looked tired. Greyish bags hung heavily under his eyes. Barrett stood up and stepped close to the mirror, flexing his bicep. It looked odd. It felt stiff, but looked softer. The skin wasn’t as taut over the muscle as it had been. He scratched at his balls with his free hand. “Gotta be sick,” he said to himself. He popped open the bedside table, ignoring the half full box of condoms he grabbed an assortment of pills. Throwing back his head he swallowed them down, covering all the bases: flu, allergies, headaches, he wasn’t letting this illness get any further. Barrett went to leave his room, time for breakfast, he stopped though and looked down at his ripped bare chest. He sighed, and like all the other footballers he grabbed something to cover himself up, unsure about his own perfection. He flexed his arm one last time, the sleeve of his shirt not near to bursting as his muscle bulged. He jogged down the stairs, whistling, putting on his cocky demeanour. The kitchen was alive with big beefy jocks grabbing their breakfast, barely any bare chests. Only the best built non-football players were shirtless. Barrett grabbed a piece of toast another brother had cooked for himself, the guy wouldn’t complain, at least not to Barrett’s face. He leaned against a kitchen counter, watching the group. His fraternity was a house of beasts, all the main guys from the football team in one place, and most of the other star players of other sports, with Barrett as the top dog. The rest of the football team’s massive roster were in lesser frats or lived off campus, Barrett couldn’t think of any freshmen still living in dorms, maybe one or two of the new guys hadn’t been sucked up by the fraternities yet. He scratched at his balls while he ate, his fellow football players looked just as tired as he was. Bags under their eyes, paler than normal. All with hunched shoulders and dim looks on their faces. “Gotta talk to Peters,” Barrett muttered Maybe they needed a break, whatever illness Barrett had looked to be spreading around the frat. He’d have a word with Coach Peters about an easier practice schedule. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Next door to Chris and Melvin, their rarely seen neighbour was still sleeping as the clocks passed noon. His name was Sean and he’d worked all summer so he could afford to pay for a single room. He didn’t want to share his personal space with anyone. His single room was dark with only the dull glow of his PS4 on standby lighting the room. The curtains were pulled tight and were dusty, never having been opened since he moved in. A plush gaming armchair sat in front of the rooms desk facing a large top of the line TV Sean had got from his parents for winning the scholarship to Lincoln University. An indent of Sean’s fat rounded ass was visible on the seat’s cushion, the fabric tainted with Dorito dust. Sean was a nerd, a massive gamer, and an avid reader of comic books. He was a stereotype. He was also a loner. He only left his dorm to use the bathroom, for classes and food shopping. He was greasy, spotty, and rounded with limp plump fat, but he was a nice guy. Always helping classmates in class, even though he hated public speaking. If he was a little more sociable he'd have a lot of friends, he’d already been invited to join a couple of fraternities and his professor wanted him to run for the student council, but Sean just wanted to be alone and play games with people on the other side of the world he’d never have to talk to. He was snoring loudly, the weight of his fatty chest causing the choke sounding rumblings as he lay on his back in bed. His greasy bright red hair plastered to his spotty forehead. Only his head was visible from behind the covers. He was only 5’6. Even the dorm room’s small single bed was too big for him. Drip, Drip, Drip. Drops of green liquid fell onto Sean’s blankets, above Sean a line of green was spreading over the ceiling. Rising up from a crack in the wall, a patchwork of vein like green stains were stretching out from behind a set of shelves cluttered with books and PS4 games. With an almost sentient intent the green liquid grew out over the ceiling, it drips moving further up Sean’s blankets till the drops started to land in Sean’s gaping maw. The drips increased in intensity, and size, soon it was like a steady stream trickling from the ceiling down Sean’s throat. He didn’t splutter or gag, the liquid quickly vanishing into the walls of his mouth and throat. But the taste was horrid, a foul salty taste. Like drinking cool sweat. Sean’s eyes fluttered behind his eyelids and the dripping stopped. In the dark though the green stains on the ceiling and the wall wasn’t noticeable, even with a bright light it would be hard to notice against the darkly painted room. Sean made a moaning sound and sat up slowly. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, a hand then wiping green liquid from his lips and onto his pajama shirt, thinking it was just drool. The chubby nerd climbed out of bed, his hand reaching for a cola bottle on the small snack table next to his gaming chair. He took a long swig from it and then dropped his fat ass onto his armchair. His console controller already in hand he flicked the PS4 on and started to play, he had a couple hours spare before class. With Sean’s attention on his gaming the green liquid snaked its way over the ceiling. A fat raindrop of the elixir fell, landing in the open cola bottle, just as Sean reached over to pick it up to take another sip. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Barrett was on the treadmill in the college’s expansive gym, he’d just gotten the shit verbally kicked out of him by the Coach. How dare he ask to lighten the load, the Coach had bellowed at him. He was even threatened with losing his captaincy, and again compared to his older brother. How his older brother would never have asked for something so stupid, especially when there was so much competition this year from other teams. He was being punished, half an hour on the treadmill. It was meant to be easy for Barrett, more a punishment that would screw up his schedule, but Barrett was struggling. It was like all his stamina was gone, he was sweating and panting. His balls were so itchy, the cotton of his jock rubbing his hefty balls and was making them beg for a scratch. He’d almost fallen over whenever he went to itch them, and it was messing with his mind. It was like when he was doing laps at practice, he just felt drained. He’d have to get an appointment with a doctor. He was sick. With still 10 minutes left Barrett slowed down the treadmill, now walking he coughed out and spluttered. He gripped his chest, under his toned pec muscles his heart was racing. He’d never been his unfit, he’d never struggled like this. His free hand scratched at his balls, they were overheating like the rest of him. Slick with sweat and so itchy, he’d have to wash his jock. His face was bright red as he dragged his worn out legs to a water fountain. His arms screamed as he braced himself against the fountain to take a dozen or so mouthfuls of cooling water. “Barrett” a voice asked Barrett stopped drinking and sighed, it was Yuri the captain of the college swim team. He was a frat brother. Barrett pulled himself up, standing tall to look down at his frat brother and rival. It was an unspoken rivalry, but Yuri had wanted to head the frat, but Barrett beat him to it. He was sure that Yuri hadn’t let it go. “Yuri” Barrett smiled “How you doing” He was trying to be cocky, trying to be Barrett, but he was still red faced and sweating through his shirt. “You ok” Yuri asked, the ripped half Russian looking amazing in his workout gear “You look sick” “Yea… I think I’m coming down with something” Barrett said dropping his attitude Yuri held out his full water bottle and Barrett took it. “I have a spare, drink this on the walk back” Yuri said with a smile Barrett knew it was sign of submission, he was showing weakness to someone he was fighting with, even if the fight was all in Barrett’s head. Yuri turned and headed further into the gym, Barrett watched him leave. He felt deflated, but he took a long swig from the water bottle. He took a few deep breaths, feeling his energy coming back. Barrett left the gym, his footfalls slow and laboured. His shirt felt a little loose, maybe it was just cause it was being weighed down by all the sweat. He scratched his balls, he had two things to do today get a doctors appointment and wash this itchy jock. First though he needed to sleep. He hadn’t planned on getting this worn out today, but if he had it wouldn't be on a twenty minute jog. He yawned as he stepped out of the gym and his shoulder thudded into a shorter very well dressed guy. “Sorry” Barrett muttered as he hurried pass The first time he’d apologised for such an action, usually he’d berate the other guy. Instead he continued back to the frat, swigging from the water bottle. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Chris stared as Barrett walked away from him. He rubbed his shoulder, Barrett was still solid, but the reaction was a change. He’d seen Barrett explode in anger after someone just looked at him wrong. But he apologised, the powder was working, not only draining Barrett’s size and strength, but taking more. It was sapping away at Barrett’s ego, his confidence, and it had only been a day. The powder worked fast, Chris could only imagine what would happen in a week or so. He sent a text to Melvin, saw Barrett the guy looks sick, it read. He was being careful, Chris didn't know where the magic book had came from. For all he knew there was an entire magical world which wouldn't look to kindly on him playing in their world. So he was being as normal as possible and he’d warned Melvin about doing the same. No mention of the stones or the plan on any computers or phones. Only the notes he’d written down in the magic book. He took a quick lap of the gym, only seeing Yuri the swim team captain on a rowing machine. Chris wondered whether he should move his sights onto the other sports team after the football team were drained. But then what would he do with all the elixir, it wasn’t like he and Melvin would need very much to get the bodies they deserved. That was if Chris even let Melvin have any elixir.

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